Translator: AnubisTL
"ROAR!"
The golden lion demon spirit's roar shook the heavens, its sonic waves also carrying a soul-shattering force. This indiscriminate attack caused True Monarch Yue Xuan, who was observing from the sidelines, to clutch her forehead in pain. Her divine soul cultivation was average, making her vulnerable to such soul-targeted assaults.
In contrast, Li Qing, who was directly struck by the lion's roar, remained unfazed. His expression was utterly calm, as if the soul-shattering roar were merely a gentle breeze. His divine soul was exceptionally powerful, further protected by the Exquisite Immortal Sound, making him naturally dismissive of such an attack.
"Pity I didn't bring Fan Tong, that oaf," Li Qing muttered, shaking his head. "Since transforming, he's grown even lazier, spending his days snoring at the mountain gate."
With a wave of his hand, the sky suddenly plunged into darkness, as if night had fallen.
Wooden Spirit Puppet! Dark Willow Descends!
A colossal demonic willow instantly blanketed the entire Heavenly Domain, completely obscuring the sun's scorching light. Countless black branches shot forth, surging toward Yang Wu at Li Qing's mental command.
The dark willow was truly massive—it was the same demonic willow that had once swept across an entire great domain of the World of Eternal Night. To describe its scale as "shading the heavens and eclipsing the sun" felt inadequate.
Yang Wu's expression stiffened slightly as he gazed at the colossal, towering willow tree, his eyes filled with awe.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Pitch-black willow branches pierced the air, rapidly coiling and surging toward him.
"Supreme Bliss Heavenly Eye!"
A golden radiance suffused Yang Wu's eyes. With a mere blink, all the branches surging toward him snapped simultaneously.
Crack!
A cascade of broken branches plunged into the sea, sending up a dense spray of foam.
Li Qing narrowed his eyes, puzzled by this divine ability. How could a mere blink sever so many branches?
The dark willow's branches were notoriously tough, especially after being refined into a Wooden Spirit Puppet, where their resilience rivaled that of some magic treasures. Their effortless destruction was utterly inconceivable.
"Let's see how many times you can blink!" Li Qing stubbornly continued to activate his Wooden Spirit Puppet, summoning even denser swarms of branches to engulf Yang Wu.
In response, Yang Wu closed his eyes again before snapping them open.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Just like before, a multitude of branches shattered in unison. In no time, the surrounding sea surface was littered with broken branches.
However, this display clearly came at a cost. Yang Wu's face paled noticeably, indicating that this technique was draining him significantly.
Li Qing felt a pang of sympathy. Though the dark willow was immense and its branches seemed endless, they were not inexhaustible.
Having been refined into a Wooden Spirit Puppet, the dark willow had lost all its vitality. Once its branches were severed, they could not regenerate.
"Again!"
Li Qing continued to unleash the willow branches in a barrage against Yang Wu. He wanted to see what kind of divine ability this so-called Supreme Bliss Heavenly Eye possessed, to be so bizarre and extraordinary.
This time, Yang Wu's expression twitched slightly. He knew that if this continued, he would be the first to be worn down.
The bizarre willow tree before him was simply too massive. Its swirling branches seemed to be an inexhaustible, endless torrent.
Yang Wu suppressed the golden light in his eyes, retracted his natal magic treasure, and settled into a cross-legged position in mid-air.
Immediately, layers of treasure light emerged from his body, enveloping him in a shimmering cocoon.
The dark willow branches coiled around Yang Wu. Li Qing instinctively prepared to devour and refine him with the branches.
But he quickly discovered that Yang Wu's unknown divine ability had rendered him impervious to all weapons and elements. The willow branches couldn't absorb even a trace of blood qi or spiritual energy from his body.
"It's somewhat like an immortal dao version of the Golden Body Technique. Quite remarkable."
Li Qing retracted the willow branches and put away the dark willow as well.
Sunlight once again fell upon Yang Wu, reflecting dazzling golden light that was somewhat dazzling.
"Fellow Daoist Limitless, my disciple Hanyue has fallen into this man's hands and is imprisoned within that peculiar gourd."
"Find a way to obtain that gourd!"
Li Qing nodded, knowing he couldn't delay any longer. The longer he waited, the more things could go wrong.
Liu Hanyue was also an old friend, and he couldn't stand idly by and let something bad happen to her.
With this thought, Li Qing abandoned his attempt to gauge Yang Wu's strength and decided to strike with overwhelming force.
"Let's see just how tough this turtle shell of yours really is!"
With that, Li Qing soared into the air. In his hand, a slender, golden killing sword materialized without anyone noticing.
The moment the killing sword appeared, it stole all the radiance from heaven and earth, becoming the sole, peerless weapon in existence.
Baleful sword energy swirled around it, casting dazzling golden light.
Li Qing raised the Immortal Slaughtering Sword high above his head, striking a pose identical to the Formless Saint Ancestor's from that day.
Boom!
In the next instant, the primordial energy between heaven and earth erupted into a frenzy.
All metal-attribute primordial energy surged toward the blade of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, making its edge blaze with blinding brilliance.
In a mere moment, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword had accumulated a colossal amount of metal-attribute primordial energy.
Though it still couldn't rival the sword strike unleashed by the Formless Saint Ancestor that day, it was more than sufficient to deal with a cultivator of equal cultivation level.
"White Emperor Golden Sovereign Slash!"
Li Qing murmured the technique's name before swinging the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, raised high in his hand, downward through the void.
This single strike could cleave the sea and split the heavens!
The dazzling golden blade sliced through the air, leaving behind a spatial rift that spread outward.
The vast sea territory was thus divided in two by the rift, its massive waters swallowed into the void and unable to merge for a long time.
A deep, glaring sword mark remained in the sky, a stark and indelible scar.
True Monarch Yue Xuan, standing nearby, could barely suppress the astonishment on her face.
Suddenly, she recalled an event from a decade ago. A mysterious sword cultivator had appeared in the Azure Ridge Domain ten years prior, his sword power peerless as he slew the dao body of the Demon Realm Saint Ancestor that had been ravaging the Human Realm.
Though this incident was only whispered about among cultivators of the divine transformation stage, as the palace master of the Moonchase Palace, with its subtle ties to Moonlit Ridge, she was naturally aware of it.
She gazed at the tall figure in the air, wielding the Peerless Killing Sword, and immediately connected him to Li Qing, the peerless sword cultivator from the Azure Ridge Domain ten years ago.
"Such peerless sword power... it must be him," True Monarch Yue Xuan thought, her heart wavering between apprehension and awe. Finally, she sighed, "Old Ghost Heaven Devourer, your descendant is truly extraordinary."
As for Yang Wu, True Monarch Yue Xuan paid him little attention.
Without any suspense, Yang Wu's Golden Body Technique was shattered. His body was cleaved in two by the sword, leaving two perfectly smooth halves.
After a long pause, a frightened infant-like figure floated out from his abdomen—his nascent soul had miraculously survived the ordeal.
Yet the idea of letting the nascent soul escape was clearly wishful thinking.
Li Qing commanded the ultimate speed in the mortal world, a speed even the Formless Saint Ancestor couldn't match. How could a mere nascent soul escape his grasp?
Behind Li Qing, a pair of silver-purple bone wings materialized.
In the next instant, he vanished from his position. When he reappeared, Yang Wu's nascent soul was already in his hand, its life and death hanging by a single thought.
With the killing sword in one hand and Yang Wu's nascent soul in the other, Li Qing approached True Monarch Yue Xuan.
"I have fulfilled the task you entrusted to me, Senior. The rest is up to you to decide his fate."
(End of the Chapter)
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