Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 905 - 900: Battle of Destruction II

Chapter 905: Chapter 900: Battle of Destruction II

Hidden in the darkness, Lin Xin focused a portion of his divine soul intently on the bronze gate.

At the same time, he carefully calculated the lowest attribute points estimation of the Taoist Ancestor level.

He plans to use an attribute system to compute the might wielded by the Taoist Ancestor.

Over these decades, during the battle between Nine Colors and Fang Prison, he watched from afar and calculated.

But that power was so terrifying that he was accidentally grazed by the aftermath, causing him to vomit blood several times, his divine soul severely injured, forcing him to retreat into the depths of the abyss.

The attacks from the Taoist Ancestor simultaneously target both the divine soul and the physical body, immensely powerful and carrying the effects of Karma Taoist Techniques.

If they are not of the same level, one cannot even hide or block, only endure it.

After recuperating his divine soul injuries, Lin Xin dared not approach the battlefield again.

He only collected data from the periphery.

Through his own damage attribute estimation and comparison, he really estimated the approximate numerical range of the Taoist Ancestor.

"I am tens of light-years away from the peripherals of Nine Colors and Fang Prison’s clash, the impact explosion power I encountered is equivalent to a frontal attack from a terrifying strong individual with a damage attribute of around two trillion five hundred billion."

Lin Xin’s expression was solemn.

"This is merely the periphery of the aftermath... The power tens of light-years away, if it were at the center of their clash..."

Though his expression was calm at this moment, his heart was far from as tranquil as his appearance suggested.

"If I wish to pursue their attribute system and catch up, the level of consumption required would be far too much..."

His greatest benefit so far has been devouring the Evil God King, but it took him decades to digest, acquiring only tens of billions of attribute points.

This is fundamentally not on the same quantity level for the rank of Taoist Ancestor.

The gap is so vast it leads to despair.

"Is it inevitable to integrate and become a Taoist Ancestor to contend with a Taoist Ancestor?" Lin Xin felt a slight unrest in his heart.

Unknowingly, he wandered deeper into the abyss searching for the Taoist Ancestors battling sealed deeper. This was how he ended up here.

"For now, I’ll have to see if I can find a breakthrough point from these Taoist Ancestors." Since entities like Nine Colors and Fang Prison within the Taoist Ancestors are considered the pinnacle, unable to find flaws, then secondarily looking for other Taoist Ancestors might yield results.

This was Lin Xin’s thought at the moment.

He quietly hid in the darkness waiting.

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

Suddenly, one day.

Crack....

A faint sound came from the bronze gate.

Lin Xin became alert, focusing intently on the gate.

Cracks on the gate multiplied and became denser.

BOOM!!

Suddenly, a terrifying beam of blue entwined with black streaks burst from the gate and shot out overwhelmingly.

The beam pierced the disaster qi, illuminating a large stretch of dark, abyssal void around. Wherever it passed, everything turned blue, as if dyed by paint.

The bronze gate shattered and scattered, the beam quickly dimmed, revealing the yellow liquid space of the fortieth layer of the abyss.

Splashing water echoed as two figures shot out from the gate like arrows, still fiercely battling in mid-air.

Their battle was extremely terrifying; even the oppressive pressure of the thirty-ninth layer of the abyss couldn’t hinder them from casually unleashing palm force covering hundreds of miles.

Lin Xin watched in silent astonishment, aware that even he, in this thirty-ninth layer of the abyss, could only unleash a faint layer of red blood light with all his might, struggling to even extend beyond his palm.

The pressure here is extraordinarily terrifying; without Heavenly Venerable cultivation, anyone entering would be instantly crushed into flesh, their divine soul and physical body ground into powder.

"Yuzi, are you resolutely turning against me today?"

Among the two figures battling, one suddenly yelled in a fierce voice.

His voice wasn’t transmitted through vibrations, but spread via soul dispersion, primarily through soul waves.

Anyone with cultivation below Earth Immortal instantly explodes upon hearing this voice, their soul annihilated, unable to reincarnate.

"The great disaster has erupted, and we have no hope for survival. I wish to live through a few more great disasters, but if you want to die, go ahead, why involve me with the self-detonation of our gathered eternal star core?"

The other person’s voice was gentle, yet the tone carried an icy determination. It presented a stark contrast.

"Besides, even the two undying ones from Green Lake Mountain haven’t said anything! What’s your hurry?"

While the two were swiftly battling, several more shadows emerged from the shattered gate.

These shadows were too fast for Lin Xin to even discern their appearance or form.

Yet, from the merely sensing the aura fluctuations they radiated, it was clear they were on the same level as the two earlier figures—Taoist Ancestors.

One of the figures seemingly noticed something, glancing towards Lin Xin’s position from afar.

Detecting this, Lin Xin felt a chill throughout his body, promptly investing all attribute points wildly into evasion.

His current evasion was over thirty million points, and with an immediate surge in addition, attributes skyrocketed.

Thirty-one billion free attributes were collectively plunged into evasion by thirty billion.

Instantly, the gaze directed towards Lin Xin uttered a slight sound of surprise before withdrawing.

"Kuang Mi Sword Master, have you discovered something?" another figure asked gently.

"No.... perhaps I was mistaken." The previous shadow, Kuang Mi Sword Master, lightly shook his head.

"Yuzi, Song Ri, stop fighting. The great disaster is at hand. If we don’t unite to resist, we may not know how many of us will ultimately survive."

Another shadow gently, but helplessly stated.

The two who were still entangled abruptly separated, with both having subtle fluctuations in their auras.

"The Future Buddha battle between Nine Colors and Fang Prison has commenced.

What are your plans, fellow Daoists?"

The one who halted the fight between Yuzi and the two Taoist Ancestors spoke out to ask further.

"What teachings does Immortal Melody have?"

Another shadowy figure flew out from the gate, asking in a clear voice.

"The Nine Colors War is destined by fate; it’s best for us not to get involved. With Dragon King Tianyin on our side, the remaining Heavenly Demon Lords shouldn’t pose much of a problem."

The figure referred to as Immortal Melody said indifferently.

Hiding far away, Lin Xin’s heart was stirred slightly, sensing who the figure called Immortal Melody might be.

"It should be the Immortal Melody Ancestor from the Four Taoist Ancestors of Green Lake Mountain, the Director of the Institute."

He could not clearly see the faces of the people, nor did he dare to focus too much on looking, for fear of being noticed by the Taoist Ancestors.

Fortunately, he was several light-years away from the Taoist Ancestors, and this was neither the Mortal Realm nor the First Layer Void, so it shouldn’t be much of a problem.

But it’s always better to be cautious.

"In this light, Yuzi should be the Taoist Ancestor of the Yuzi from the Four Seas Fairy Mountains, and Song Ri should be the Valley Master from the Illusory Sea Polar Region. I just don’t know who the other few are." Lin Xin vaguely positioned the identities in his mind.

"Yun Ce, should we return to Green Lake Mountain first?" Immortal Melody Ancestor looked at another figure.

"It’s already too late. The great calamity has arrived, and Hua Yu’s aura has long vanished from the void. It seems the sect wasn’t spared from disaster."

Lin Xin quickly judged that Yun Ce should be the Fourth Cloud Strategy Ancestor of Green Lake Mountain who had once granted him the qualification to enter the Sword Hall.

With two Taoist Ancestors already appearing from Green Lake Mountain, Lin Xin felt an impulse to reveal himself and acknowledge his ancestry.

But he immediately restrained himself.

Although the Taoist Ancestors have reemerged, the power of Nine Colors and Fang Yu has grown, likely making the situation still troublesome.

Given his current cultivation base, even if he shows himself, it would have no impact on the larger picture, so it would be better to....

Lin Xin calculated for a moment and then quickly suppressed his thoughts, quietly waiting.

The Taoist Ancestors’ spiritual senses collided for a few moments, seemingly reaching some agreements among themselves, then each tore open the Abyssal Void before them and headed towards the First Layer Heaven.

Soon, the space in front of the shattered bronze gate was empty, returning to a cold and quiet state.

Lin Xin did not move and continued to wait silently.

The Taoist Ancestors came out, but of those who entered back in the day, only a few have come out now. Where did the others go?

Moreover, what about the Heavenly Demon Lords who went in? Are they still on the other side of the gate?

He patiently waited. Having waited for decades, he wouldn’t mind waiting a bit longer.

Outside the broken gate, countless grayish-white calamity auras surged in, corroding and devouring the yellow liquid in the fortieth Abyssal Layer.

Lin Xin continued to wait silently.

One day, two days.

One month, two months....

Boom!!

Finally, a mass of rolling black mist rushed out from the gate.

The black mist dispersed, revealing a black-armored knight riding a warhorse.

This black-armored knight was fused with the horse’s back, appearing as though they had grown as one.

Clad in pitch-black armor, every spot where skin should be visible was jet black, as if no body existed under the armor.

"Lord of Battle Formations..." Lin Xin was startled, the Heavenly Demon Lords were indeed still there. This was the Sixth Heavenly Demon Lord, the terrifying entity that once faced off against the Taoist Ancestors of Green Lake Mountain on the battlefield.

The Lord of War paused in place, exuding subtle vibrations, seemingly communicating with someone.

Before long, two more shadows emerged from the bronze gate.

One was a massive golden hourglass, and the other was a gigantic elliptical blood-red egg.

The three floated in mid-air, their bodies emitting vibrations. After some exchange, they suddenly vanished from the spot.

Evidently, they returned directly to their respective Heavenly Realms.

Lin Xin, too, broke out in a cold sweat from fear.

His Supreme Jiuyue Divine Wind Sword had not yet dispelled his fear, so such emotions still lingered.

Several Heavenly Demon Lords had just gathered.

From their appearances, they were the Sixth Heavenly Demon Lord, Lord of War, the Seventh Heavenly Demon Lord, Egg of Despair.

As well as the Ninth Heavenly Demon Lord, the only known second-strongest monster to date, the Rotating Hourglass.

These three could be termed top-tier powerhouses among the Heavenly Demon Lords, far surpassing those like Yuan Kuting from the First Layer.

They were likely much stronger than the previous Taoist Ancestors. Being discovered by them would mean certain death and soul annihilation.

Lin Xin continued to suppress his presence and waited.

His goal wasn’t these departing Taoist Ancestors but the corpses of those battle-fallen Taoist Ancestors within the bronze gate, in the fortieth Abyssal Layer.

Even if a Taoist Ancestor falls, their body can disperse independently and form an independent Star River.

Such unguarded Star Rivers still contain the insights and rules of the Taoist Ancestors, making them top treasures more valuable than the Taoist Ancestor Origin for Lin Xin.

Perhaps for others, the ability to perceive and integrate with the Taoist Ancestor Origin surpasses all else, being an unrivaled treasure.

But for Lin Xin, who did not intend to integrate, the bodies of Taoist Ancestors were the most precious wealth.

What he lacked now was high-concentration, high-energy polymers to increase his attribute points.

And the bodies of Taoist Ancestors were exactly what he needed, these powerful existences compressing and concentrating their vast potent forms over countless years, making them his ultimate delicacies.

"Soon... soon...."

Lin Xin stifled a trace of inner fear.

Gaining benefits under such scrutiny was akin to walking a tightrope over a pool of lava for a mortal.

Any mishap, and even the weakest of Taoist Ancestors could crush him to dust and obliterate his soul.

The extent of the gap was such that his instinctive evasion attribute continuously signaled danger, revealing the hopelessness of the disparity.