Eternal Swordmaster -
Chapter 812 - 807: 9 Birds One
Chapter 812: Chapter 807: 9 Birds One
Ssss!!
The connection between the two suddenly broke.
Lin Xin’s entire body was shrouded in an increasingly intense blood glow. He had killed too many living beings. The guilt and sin’s blood glow almost dyed the Primordial Spirit Holy Light behind him red, but it was quickly purified by the Purification Light.
One red and one white, the two colors stained the originally colorless Primordial Spirit Holy Light with two different hues.
"Fang Yu... interesting..."
He was too powerful...
Even veteran Heavenly Venerables could no longer keep up with his speed. So powerful that he had to worry about the world collapsing and space shattering with just one casual sword strike.
At this level, even a star-destroying weapon couldn’t test the limits of his power.
The Sword of Joy, the Sword of Rage, and over three million terrifying damage attributes. Plus the Abyssal Realm Artifact Earthfire Nine Spirit Beads.
With so many cards in hand, Lin Xin had not felt threatened for a long time.
To him, any opponent was merely prey, just props to increase his attribute points.
But at this moment, from Fang Yu, he felt an unprecedented sense of fatal threat.
Great Saint...
Originally, there should have been only one...
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Sacred Stream Residence in Shadow City, Shadow Soul Hall.
Hiss...
Fang Yu gently raised his hand. His hundred-meter-long arm was connected to the seat below, with countless white light threads sewn into his skin, densely packed like mucus threads.
"The Sun Devouring Divine Monarch of Green Lake Mountain..."
He lowered his eyes.
Three spheres of red, black, and blue colors were slowly rotating around him.
With a sudden swoosh, one of the spheres shot towards him and embedded itself violently into the center of his chest.
Poof!
The sphere exploded, and a red star river void shadow slowly emerged behind Fang Yu, rotating continuously.
A destructive aura erupted from the star river, forming an unimaginable pressure.
Fang Yu’s entire body sank heavily, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of his skin.
But he didn’t mind. He took a deep breath.
Countless threads shot out from his mouth and nose, piercing fiercely into the red star river void shadow behind him.
Gulp!
A loud swallowing sound echoed.
Fang Yu’s entire body suddenly expanded slightly, and the cracks on his body slowly healed.
"This is the Taoist Ancestor Origin... truly marvelous... extraordinary indeed..."
He greedily devoured and absorbed the unknown substances extracted from the origin, which continuously poured into his body, causing his entire form to rapidly expand and grow at a visible pace.
Every moment, he seemed to be constantly strengthening, consolidating, and sublimating...
In the great hall, the pervasive aura grew stronger and stronger, seemingly without an end in sight...
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In the depths of the void, a floating abandoned plane.
The light yellow plane was more like a meteorite than a plane.
The meteorite was rapidly flying away from the void battle zone.
In a wind-sheltering rock depression on the surface, a battered small warship full of scars lay.
A faint Spiritual Light Film on the surface of the warship shimmered, constantly retracting its aura to the minimum.
Song Danhao stood in the warship’s cockpit, supporting his exhausted body, looking through the glass window at the passing void scenery. He had woken up without the power of the Golden Guard, which delighted the two women.
But this came at the cost of giving up most of the Demon God King’s power within him.
"This is already the eighth zone. It’s about 160,000 Spirit Miles from the Heavenly Alliance’s void battlefield. Not too far," he said softly.
"Are we really going to the Heavenly Alliance?"
Xu Ling came to his side with a bowl of medicinal soup.
"Drink the medicine first."
"Thank you." Song Danhao nodded. His face was so pale that it almost had no blood. In his seriously injured state, he had used his last strength to freeze and hide himself with Eternal Winter Ice.
This move had already consumed the last of his power from his previous life.
Perhaps he was now the weakest he had ever been, but it was also the most independent and relaxed he had been.
Because the power that had been consumed was the Demon God King’s, not his own.
With his power exhausted, the Demon God King fell into a deep sleep, but Song Danhao, reborn with this life’s divine soul consciousness, finally had a chance to fully control himself.
"We must go to the Heavenly Alliance. The seal no longer needs to be lifted. According to the Demon God Totem, the Evil God Kings have already secretly broken the seal and are lurking in the void universe. It’s pointless to go now. What we need to do now is to secretly find a way to warn the Heavenly Alliance’s upper echelons about the Evil God Kings."
Song Danhao drank the medicine in one gulp and said in a low voice.
"But," Gongshang Baiyu, dressed in a bathrobe, walked out. Her hair was still slightly damp, clearly having just bathed.
"Brother Song, aren’t you going to retrieve the remaining Demon God King’s power from the other seals?"
"No..." Song Danhao’s expression turned firm. "The Demon God King is the Demon God King, and I am me. If I retrieve his power, everything will return to his plan. I want to face everything with my own strength!"
Xu Ling and Gongshang Baiyu were speechless for a moment, worried. Song Danhao’s determination was easy to see, but without the Demon God King’s power, they would be only three Nascent Soul stage cultivators. With that bit of cultivation, what could they do?
In such a grand era of the Great Tribulation and the Myriad Realms War, without power, nothing could be done.
Moreover, the Demon God Totem was actually helping and guiding them because of the Demon God King. If they refused to resurrect the Demon God King, it was uncertain whether the Demon God Totem would still help them.
Song Danhao smiled, knowing their worries.
"Actually, I haven’t been idle all this time. I’ve absorbed a small part of the Demon God King’s power.
Although it’s a very small amount, it’s enough to reach the Fifth Rank level, sufficient for our self-preservation."
"Brother Song, what then? After we go to the Heavenly Alliance?"
Xu Ling frowned and asked.
"Even if we inform the Heavenly Alliance’s high level about the Evil God Kings’ escape, what can we do? The disaster is breaking out; nowhere is safe. Even if we escape, our lives would still be in danger, unless we hide in a safe zone and accept the Heavenly Alliance’s protection."
"No, there’s one more thing we must do." Song Danhao smiled slightly, although his face was pale, there was still a trace of determination.
"What?" the two women asked simultaneously.
"Find the Demon God Codex and revive the entire Demon Race!"
Song Danhao said word by word.
The Demon God Codex, the only Abyssal Realm Artifact of the Demon Race. It was also the most mysterious Abyssal Realm Artifact.
It was said to be the primordial product of the entire Demon Race’s origin, hiding great secrets and powers of the primordial era.
It was also the true source of the Demon God King’s power. Legend has it that the first Demon God King achieved greatness because of the Demon God Codex.
Scenes from his time in the Demon Race’s Demon King’s Palace of warmth, harmony, and peace flashed before Song Danhao’s eyes.
Little Demony, Taro, Demon Dragon Philip, the Great Demon God Gawli, who pretended to be immature at ninety-eight thousand years old.
One familiar face after another flashed through his mind.
The time spent in the Demon King’s Palace was his most fulfilling and happiest time.
Seemingly infected by his emotions, Xu Ling and Gongshang Baiyu also recalled their time in the Demon King’s Palace.
At that time, everyone was treated equally, everyone was a friend, no worries, happily enjoying life. Even when facing problems, they could solve them together with joint effort.
"In comparison, the Demon Race was far better than the Heavenly Alliance..."
Xu Ling murmured.
Song Danhao and Gongshang Baiyu did not refute, only remaining silent.
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Hahaha!!!
The Sword of Joy in Lin Xin’s hand laughed wildly, swinging rapidly as he slashed forward.
In an instant, a dazzling, scorching red light exploded from his hand.
It was countless void shadows formed by the Sword of Joy’s movement, each shadow was a beam of light. In that instant, millions of sword strikes were unleashed.
The red light, like evening glow breaking through the clouds, directly pierced through the massive black python pouncing on Lin Xin.
This python was several kilometers long, with four pairs of dragon wings on its back. It had been lying on the ground like a small hill, ambushing Lin Xin as he passed by.
Now, with just a casual touch of the Sword Light, it exploded completely.
The entire giant snake shattered segment by segment, disintegrating into countless black water droplets.
From within the exploding black water, countless rune chains shot out, clearly showing that the giant snake wasn’t a living creature but a formation.
"A trap formation from Shadow City? Ridiculous!"
Countless red lights converged back into the Sword of Joy in Lin Xin’s hand.
He took one last look at the escaping rune chains, and white light flashed in his eyes.
Whoosh!
The chains instantly ignited, burning like paper, breaking and scattering, turning into black ashes.
A vast amount of attribute points flooded into his body. Lin Xin didn’t even bother to check the attributes; all he needed to do was swing his sword, and the attribute points would flow into his body endlessly.
He could feel himself growing stronger every moment.
By now, he had already passed through two-thirds of the Shadow City checkpoint tunnel, and his body had expanded to more than five meters tall.
This was a natural phenomenon caused by adding attribute points; his body was starting to generate a constantly distorted force field.
It was a natural gravitational distortion caused by the extremely high density of his matter.
Space was being warped, time too was vaguely twisted. Longevity no longer seemed important for Lin Xin now.
Time could barely flow through him, let alone steal away his life.
A phrase from ancient texts described it aptly.
Not within the Three Realms, beyond the Five Elements.
This described his current state.
A Heavenly Venerable-level body cultivation, equivalent to a highly compressed star’s mass.
Lin Xin hovered in the sky.
Countless red sword intents flickered around him, constantly cutting and killing all living beings within a kilometer radius.
Rocks, trees, grassland, living beings of the Shadow Realm, were all equally reduced to gravel-sized fragments by the sword intents.
A kilometer-wide area around him was a red sword blade storm, spinning wildly.
The vast, gray-black plain ahead was rapidly being swept into the sword storm as Lin Xin flew forward.
The regions he passed through were left in scenes of utter disaster, devoid of any vitality.
On the plain, large herds of shadow oxen roared and fled frantically. Hidden underground shadow creatures, whether strong or weak, all burrowed out and fled into the distance.
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