Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 822 - 817: Reverse Profound Three

Chapter 822: Chapter 817: Reverse Profound Three

"Is that... the Wings of Demonic Desire!?"

Guanyin suddenly recognized the origin of this move, and her heart sank immediately.

"The Wings of Demonic Desire!?"

Yao YuanHui and others were puzzled, waiting for the Bodhisattva’s explanation.

"That’s... a terrifying divine skill from below the Thirtieth Layer of the Abyss... It can dull everything in the world! Halving their power!"

Guanyin’s face grew serious.

"More importantly... only the power of the Abyss below the Thirtieth Layer can sustain such a divine skill!!"

"So you’re saying...!?"

The Golden Core Cultivators understood what the Bodhisattva meant, and their hearts were filled with terror.

"So you’re saying... Fang Yu could already stabilize and open the bottomless Abyss below the Thirtieth Layer...."

Guanyin sighed deeply and spoke the fact that everyone most feared to hear.

Could this be the true calamity...?

The Thirtieth Layer of the Abyss.

If the Abyss is the deepest, most sinister, and most evil place, then the Abyss below the Thirtieth Layer is the Abyss within the Abyss.

The environment is extremely harsh, and the creatures within are incredibly terrifying, incomparable to other places.

There are no boundaries of realms, no divisions of combat strength.

In the Abyss below the Thirtieth Layer, many creatures possess unbelievably terrifying power and yet have fatal weaknesses that even a Golden Core Cultivator can exploit.

These are extremely abnormal beings.

And the only place that can nurture such beings is an environment of extreme harshness.

Guanyin sighed deeply and recited a Buddhist mantra.

"I didn’t expect that Shadow City was ultimately seized by Fang Yu."

At this moment, Lin Xin and Fang Yu were fighting. With just a swing of a blade or sword, they could easily shatter the surrounding ground and space into countless pieces.

The ground quickly collapsed entirely, turning into an endless dark abyss.

The two seemed to be floating mid-air, fighting their way out of Shadow City in close combat.

At their level of strength, a casual attack could cause immense damage to the Shadow Realm.

But neither of them cared.

BOOM!!

Lin Xin was hit by a punch, followed by a fierce slash to the forehead by the Blade of Origin.

Blood flowed immediately.

But that was all.

He was knocked back like a cannonball but quickly stabilized himself, his long hair untied and loose, with red-silver blood slowly flowing down his face and forehead.

He touched his bleeding head, and the life force in the blood was completely destroyed, unable to return to his body and heal.

"Interesting..."

Lin Xin’s eyes grew even more dangerous.

He looked at Fang Yu, who had stopped attacking from a distance.

"There’s no need for us to fight to the death," Fang Yu said solemnly. "Our interests align. The world is deceiving you, but I can show you the reality of the world."

"The reality of the world?" Lin Xin’s massive body, over a thousand meters tall, slowly stood up straight. "I don’t care about any reality!"

He whirled the Sword of Joy, which twisted and ignited with white flames on the enormous blade.

Within the flames, the shadowy figures of creatures and cultivators he had once slain and purified appeared, roaring as they struggled to break free from the Purifying Force, but to no avail.

"Dulling my sword? This trick might work on others, but against me..."

Lin Xin raised his sword, and the Sword of Joy transformed into the elongated silver Sword of Rage amidst the white flames.

"It’s useless!!"

In a flash, his thousand-meter-tall body appeared beside Fang Yu, slashing fiercely.

Shiss!

The fiery red sword light covered tens of thousands of meters.

"Retreat!!"

Guanyin and the others’ faces changed drastically.

Lin Xin had gone berserk, and the power of the Sword of Rage was terrifying, causing indiscriminate damage in the surrounding area.

Guanyin waved her hand and cast out a white silk, enveloping all the allies around them. With a flash of white light, she vanished from the spot and reappeared thousands of miles away.

BOOM!!!

From a distance, the group finally recovered from the teleportation escape technique and saw the scene in the distance.

Lin Xin’s sword struck down heavily on Fang Yu, with a circle of transparent, substantial ripples slowly spreading out, turning everything to dust as it fell into the Abyss.

A small section of Shadow City’s wall was hit and instantly shattered completely.

The cultivators and exotic beasts within finally had a chance to flee in panic.

They had previously believed that the massive formation in Shadow City would keep them safe, even if Saint Master and Lin Xin fought.

But the brutal reality shattered their illusion.

Lin Xin swung the Sword of Rage wildly. Having died once, his power was now tenfold, completely overwhelming Fang Yu.

In an instant, he unleashed millions of sword strikes, each with the terrifying power of a Constellation Level Heavenly Venerable.

No Star Pattern Formation, no amplifying formation, no special abilities, only pure strength and speed.

The space around them shattered completely, and the lower Abyss spatial layers broke apart.

Layer after layer of space could not withstand the immense pressure and broke, with different Abyssal forces seeping through the cracks like different colors of viscous dye, gradually spreading into the fractures.

Swoosh.....!

The Shadow Realm’s automatic healing process began.

But it was futile, as a coiling black serpent began to appear intermittently around the two.

This was the Eternal Slumber Serpent, signifying that this place would become a new, incurable scar in the Shadow Realm.

BANG!!

Lin Xin slashed Fang Yu’s back, leaving a deep wound, with silver blood splattering as Fang Yu roared in fury and counterattacked with millions of punches, but Lin Xin evaded them instantly.

"I told you! We shouldn’t be enemies!"

He roared.

"Don’t push me!"

"If I can devour you, I will definitely advance greatly!"

Lin Xin’s face showed a fierce expression, and he slammed Fang Yu down with a heavy sword strike.

Fang Yu spat out a mouthful of silver blood as he was sent flying.

Fang Yu’s figure flashed and vanished mid-air.

Lin Xin chuckled coldly and also vanished, reappearing instantly in a desert thousands of miles away.

BOOM!!

He swung five million swords in the blink of an eye, causing the entire desert to tremble violently, with countless thousand-meter-long sword marks appearing on the ground.

The ground shook, and sand flew, gradually forming a massive black tornado around Lin Xin.

Fang Yu’s figure appeared right below the tornado.

He was covered in blood but remained calm.

"I’ll ask you one last time..."

"Surrender and let me devour you! Then I’ll stop."

Lin Xin sneered, raised one hand high, and controlled the giant black tornado in his hand.

"Slash!!"

With a low roar.

He swung down.

The black tornado instantly slammed down, its massive tens of thousands of meters long form splitting the desert below before it even fully came down.

The wind raged.

Fang Yu’s wings suddenly lit up with a dark halo behind him.

Despite being black, it emitted a faint light, clearly visible in the stormy tornado.

"Thirty-Six Diminishing Time Fists!!"

He dropped the Blade of Origin and continuously moved his fists in front of him.

"Mandates of the Universe, heed my command!"

Just as the tornado came crashing down.

Thirty-six transparent fist imprints appeared before Fang Yu.

Each imprint was solid and suspended in the air, forming a protective net around him.

"Go!"

He pushed his arms towards Lin Xin.

Shsss!!!

Immediately, the thirty-six fist imprints flew into the tornado.

As soon as the tornado touched the imprints, it solidified instantly, turning into a massive black sculpture frozen in mid-air.

The fist imprints may not be fast, but bizarrely, wherever they went, everything around them slowed down.

In just a breath, the net of thirty-six fist imprints reached Lin Xin, crashing onto him.

Lin Xin could see the flight path of the imprints, but for some reason, couldn’t dodge them.

He felt all his speed slow down drastically, not even a thousandth of his usual state.

"What is happening!?"

BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!!!

Countless fist imprints struck him as Lin Xin stood immobile, unable to avoid the blows to his chest and head.

Curiously, the imprints seemed weak compared to Fang Yu’s previous attacks, not even half as strong.

But as the imprints kept hitting him, Lin Xin sensed something crucial slipping away.

He struggled, feeling as if something colossal and heavy shrouded him, trapping him completely.

"Thirty-Six Diminishing Time Fists!!"

Fang Yu took the stance again, reforming the fist imprints.

"Since you refuse to join forces, then die!!"

He thrust his arms out again, and thirty-six fist imprints flew out once more, slowing everything in their wake.

Lin Xin was still under the effect of the previous imprints.

"What the hell is this!!?" He focused on the imprints, magnifying their view to a hundred thousand times, five hundred thousand times, one million times, finally to ten million times!

The surroundings seemed frozen completely, and Lin Xin’s full attention was on one approaching imprint.

Inside the transparent imprint were billions of scale-like particles forming a complex web of formations, obscuring a central void.

"Is that... a Time Void?!"

Seeing the central white void, Lin Xin’s heart jolted.

The Time Void, a precursor to a temporal fault, causes temporal disconnections for anything it touches, creating gaps in its timeline.

Any living thing, being, or object without time cannot survive.

Lin Xin was no exception.