Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 608 - 044: Nine Changes of Sword Void

Chapter 608: Chapter 044: Nine Changes of Sword Void

"Saints, is their true combat power truly so terrifying?"

Zhou Yan bitterly smiled in his heart.

But inexplicably, Zhou Yan felt no fear, as if some distinctive presence was gradually dissipating that fear within him.

With some confusion in his heart and still unable to pinpoint the reason, the golden Xuanyuan Sword Fragment in his soul’s Dantian vibrated once more; this time, instead of energy, it was a Sword Qi that vibrated forth.

This Sword Qi was a blindingly golden Sword Light.

Despite its small size, it was incredibly dazzling, like the fierce sun in the darkness of night.

Suddenly, this strand of Sword Qi flew out from within Zhou Yan’s soul, passing through his body and taking the form of a towering male figure clad in Golden Battle Armor, approximately three meters tall, outside his body.

The man was like a peerless Divine Sword standing there, his gaze coldly fixing upon Wang Xi.

Wang Xi felt a squirm in his heart under the gaze of the suddenly appearing Golden Battle Armor figure, but the dignity of a Saint made him regard all beings as insignificant. Unable to sense the realm of this Golden Battle Armor male figure, Wang Xi paid him no mind.

Then, the endless Destruction Energy surged onto the body of the male figure in Golden Battle Armor.

This energy, mighty enough to shatter a planet, completely dissipated upon contact with his body without causing him to so much as flinch.

Wang Xi’s gaze sharpened, his pupils contracted suddenly, and a chill ran through his heard, alerting him to the presence of a formidable opponent.

He felt a sense of crisis that he was about to fall, the cold sensation rushing from his heart to the top of his head, leaving his scalp tingling.

Yet, there was no sign of killing intent, as if the male figure in Golden Battle Armor didn’t care for him at all.

Wang Xi was shocked and furious yet breathed a slight sigh of relief, thinking to himself that he had narrowly escaped a devastating crisis since the male in Golden Battle Armor hadn’t made a move...

Wang Xi pondered, his expression shifting uncertainly; he scrutinized the male figure in Golden Battle Armor with visibly heightened wariness.

Seeing that the Golden Battle Armor figure remained motionless as if made of wood, Wang Xi immediately retreated a few steps, ready to flee at once.

But just then, the seemingly dull eyes of the Golden Battle Armor figure suddenly shone, and two Sword Lights shot forth from his eyes. The two rays of Sword Light crossed paths in the Void to form a blended Sword Light, as if condensing the Yin Yang and Supreme Dao.

That Sword Light pierced through Wang Xi’s body in one fell swoop.

"Pfft—"

Blood sprayed out for thousands of miles, and in an instant, as the Sword Light hit him, Wang Xi felt all vitality being drained away with the blood, his body slowly decaying.

Such Sword Dao was beyond anything he had seen or heard, carrying Destruction Strength that was also Invincible, direct and with an Emperor’s bearing.

Wang Xi’s body crumbled bit by bit, feeling his soul and body shattering piece by piece.

Not only that, as the Avatar shattered, the Killing Dao seemed to spread to his true self through the Avatar!

His true body within the Secret Realm equally felt like it had been struck by a sword, suddenly falling to the knees, with cracks slowly appearing over his form.

Eventually, the cracks spread like a spiderweb until, with a ’crack’, they shattered.

...

Zhou Yan watched, dumbfounded. He had never imagined that the golden swords would transform into a strand of Sword Intent, taking the shape of a man, who then with two strands of Sword Intent from his eyes, would instantly vanquish the Wang Xi Saint.

This was surely more powerful than even Jiang Tianling, wasn’t it?

At that moment, Zhou Yan really wanted to curse out loud at Jiang Tianling, lure him down, and then have this Golden Battle Armor figure strike to slay Jiang Tianling.

Zhou Yan knew that all of this was too uncontrollable, and it was merely wishful thinking.

Whether the man in the golden battle armor would make a move, whether he had the ability to strike a second time, and whether he could certainly kill Jiang Tianling—it was impossible to make a definite judgment on any front.

Wang Xi had died just like that, another Saint, indirectly falling by Zhou Yan’s hand.

After the man in the golden battle armor shot out the sword light from his eyes, he did not take any further action. Instead, he turned around and his gaze fell upon Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan’s mood, on the contrary, was very calm. Facing the cold and indifferent gaze of the man in the golden battle armor, he showed no fear nor worry.

If death was his fate, there would be no escape. If the man in the golden battle armor did not take action to save him, he would die. And if the man in the golden battle armor wished to kill him, Zhou Yan had no way to resist.

This was entirely a matter of disparate abilities.

"Even as the spirit of the Nine Heavens, life ultimately decays. The Heavenly Dao may have sentiment, but life holds no regret. Emperor Qi Pangu, Sword Body Xuan Yuan..."

The man in the golden battle armor seemed to be reminiscing something, or perhaps narrating something, his gaze gradually growing mournful.

The words he spoke were actually the Tai Chu Runes.

And Zhou Yan was precisely someone who could understand the meaning of the Tai Chu Runes.

Hearing these runes at that moment, Zhou Yan’s soul trembled!

"You actually understand... I did not expect that, in this narrow world, I would still come across a trace of bloodline inheritance like yours. But... you should give up. The end of cultivation is boundless, bones piled up and turned to ash."

The man in the golden battle armor sighed, and suddenly spoke in the Tai Chu Runes.

"The journey is long and hard. I will search high and low. Even if there are countless bones on the path ahead, my heart for cultivation will not change, and I will not regret it even if I die nine times!"

Zhou Yan brewed his tone, striving to accurately present the meaning and tone of the Tai Chu Runes.

The difficulty of this language was truly terrifying. With the slightest mistake in tone, the meaning would deviate drastically.

"I once saw a person with conviction like yours; he gave up his future for his brother, wishing only for a soul crushed by the Supreme Tao to become immortal. But the road to immortality is so distant, so how could mortal divines or even Venerables dare to covet it? His end was extremely tragic.

The former me, the him of that day, and the you of today, how similar you all are.

Since you persist, then I shall leave an incomplete Sword Dao to you—"

The man in the golden battle armor spoke indifferently.

As he spoke, a strand of indescribable Sword Qi escaped from his eyes, entering into Zhou Yan’s heart.

Zhou Yan felt a profound energy suddenly enter his cultivation of the Sword Dao, and his Sword Dao seemed to have made an inexplicable advance.

Not only that, but as the strands of energy carried by this inheritanceling of Sword Dao dissipated into his body, Zhou Yan realized that the barriers of his realm were forcibly broken by this trace of energy.

Sword Void Realm, without the descent of the Heavenly Tribulation, unexpectedly, he had advanced from the Sixth Transformation Peak to Great Perfection and then quickly broke through to the early stages of the Ninth Changes of Sword Void.

Zhou Yan was extremely shocked in his heart, but before he had the chance to thank the man in the golden battle armor, he heard him once again mutter to himself, "The Heavenly Dao has sentiment, life holds no regret. The end of cultivation is boundless, bones piled up and turned to ash."

The man in the golden battle armor sighed once more, but he did not utter another word, instead, his figure gradually faded, eventually turning into a strand of Sword Qi that entered into Zhou Yan’s soul Dantian.

It seemed that there, was a special place.

Zhou Yan sensed that the Parasol Tree Seedling seemed a bit more verdant, while the golden little sword beside the seedling remained as it always was, serenely planted under the tree.

Zhou Yan tried calling out, sensing, and other methods to probe and inquire the golden little sword, also expressing his gratitude, but received no attention, nor sensed any movement.