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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 6: [Battle for the True Inheritance]
Chapter 44 (585): [Moonlight Sprinkled on the Sword]
(44th of Volume 6)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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Huanghun stood upright atop the blood-red sun, his Spiritual Staff raised above his head, activating the Formation he had long since prepared.
A Formation Plate, a hundred zhang in diameter, materialized before him.
"Swish! Swish!"
The river of talismans didn't clash directly with the Formation Plate.
Instead, it surged along its edge, shooting straight into the sky.
Huanghun's pupils transformed into two swirling black vortexes.
Instantly, the rapidly ascending Heavenly Sword Talismans slowed to a crawl in his vision.
'Each talisman contains the full force of a single strike from a First Realm Immortal Stage Martial-Mystic Cultivator. Upon collision, they will inevitably dim and lose their power.'
Huanghun exhaled in relief, knowing Li Weiyi wouldn't draw his sword so easily.
"Boom!"
The blood-red sun beneath his feet shuddered violently, struck by something.
Huanghun staggered, using his Psychic Power to sense the disturbance.
The blood-red sun had been shaken by a corpse, its position shifted several zhang from the Formation's core.
Below, the corpse hovered above the river, its eyes burning with Spiritual Qi.
Spiritual Qi overflowed from its Ancestral Field, condensing into swirling clouds. Its desiccated body radiated a domineering aura, imbued with the essence of Great Immortal.
In life, it had been a Seventh Realm Great Immortal cultivator.
A bell chimed in Huanghun's ear.
The second corpse materialized behind him as if teleporting.
Huanghun, a Holy Spiritual Master of the Third Realm, far surpassed Luo Pingdan in power.
With a thought, a winding Blood River of Spiritual Light, stretching for miles, manifested, severing the connection between Qing Zijin and the corpse.
The corpse's eyes dimmed, and it plummeted straight down.
"Not good..."
Huanghun felt no relief.
He sensed five more dangerous Corpses piercing his Defensive Formation from different directions, lunging toward him.
"Boom!"
Spiritual Light and Spiritual Qi erupted from his brow and Ancestral Field like a dam bursting.
Blood-red light illuminated the sky, and Spiritual Qi transformed into a vast sea.
The overwhelming power of a Third Realm expert, majestic and domineering, instantly shattered the Spiritual Light threads binding three of the mummies, sending them crashing to the ground.
Only two Great Immortal Battle Corpses, formerly Seventh Realm Great Immortal cultivators, remained, flanking him on either side.
Huanghun's heart chilled. Feeling the pressure, he swung his iron staff Spiritual Artifact in a sweeping arc.
From his Qi Sea, he spat out five orbs, launching them at the remaining mummy.
"Boom! Boom!"
Huanghun couldn't hold back the onslaught.
He plummeted from the blood-red sun, battered and bruised, his hand clutching the iron staff bleeding profusely, his face contorted in terror.
Like Luo Pingdan, he couldn't fathom how a First Realm Holy Spiritual Master had acquired so many fresh battle corpses containing Immortal Golden Cores.
Even a single Seventh Realm Great Immortal Golden Core would be enough to incite a scramble among Great Immortal experts.
Newly killed?
Impossible.
Grave robbing?
The ancient corpses were all drained of vital energy, incapable of such combat prowess.
"Luo Pingdan, how come you can't even handle a little girl?" Huanghun roared, noticing the four mummies that had fallen into the river were being reanimated by Qing Zijin's Spiritual Light, rising to join the other two in a renewed attack.
"Boom!"
On the distant riverbank, Luo Pingdan's Ancestral Field erupted with overwhelming Transcendent Spiritual Qi and Transcendent Scriptures, blasting the three battle corpse puppets attacking him into the air.
Without a backward glance, he mounted his chicken and fled on a beam of light, shouting, "Run! These two are strange. Just thirteen battle corpse puppets could be the death of us!"
Li Weiyi hovered in the air, muttering to himself, "As expected, they also carry life-saving trump cards."
Now that Luo Pingdan had exhausted his life-saving measure, Li Weiyi showed no further mercy.
"Swish! Swish!"
The river of Heavenly Sword Talismans surged after Luo Pingdan, who had fled three miles away, piercing him from above.
"Pfft!"
"Splatter!"
After a flurry of desperate blocks, furious roars, and panicked squawks, Luo Pingdan's body was pierced by at least six Heavenly Sword Talismans.
He collapsed into a pool of blood, his rooster companion falling beside him.
Sixty to seventy Heavenly Sword Talismans flew back, a dozen of them dimmed.
They circled Li Weiyi once before entering his brow to be nourished.
"So, you were the Sentinel Spirit Army's contingency plan for the Tai Yin Sect? A pity your Psychic Power is too weak and your control insufficient. Even with Second Realm cultivation, I might have had to meet my end here today."
Huanghun, unable to intervene in time, revealed murderous intent in his eyes and activated the underground Formation.
Instantly, the thirty-zhang-wide river before them transformed into a swirling white mist, the transformation visible to the naked eye.
"Boom!"
The blood-red sun, as large as a small hill, exploded outward.
Blood Mist and white mist intertwined, obscuring vision and disrupting Spiritual Light and perception.
Huanghun's figure vanished into the swirling fog.
All the battle corpse puppets turned into headless flies, their movements erratic and aimless.
"Such formidable Psychic Power techniques... Damn it!"
"Watch out!"
Li Weiyi shouted a warning, activating his movement technique and rushing toward Qing Zijin at top speed.
He summoned the Yellow Dragon Sword and gripped it tightly.
Qing Zijin held the Soul-Shaking Bell, her eyes darting cautiously around.
Only four battle corpse puppets remained to guard her, positioned in the cardinal directions.
Two of them, one in front and one behind, were Great Immortal Battle Corpses.
"Boom!"
Huanghun emerged from the right, still several dozen feet away.
The Dao Technique formed from his surging Spiritual Qi struck the battle corpse puppet guarding her right flank, sending it flying like a scarecrow.
Even Qing Zijin's Spiritual Light shattered under the force, immobilizing the remaining three battle corpse puppets, which collapsed and were flung away.
The color drained from Qing Zijin's face as she felt the overwhelming gap between her strength and that of a Third Realm expert.
She immediately tried to flee, charging toward the two Seventh Realm Great Immortal Battle Corpses that had turned back to assist her.
But Huanghun's Spiritual Qi had already layered upon her like mountains, each layer crushing down and making every step an agonizing struggle.
The iron staff swung down, scriptures surging from its surface and transforming into luminous clouds of characters.
"Little girl, cultivation is the foundation of everything. Relying solely on external forces will make you your own greatest weakness," Huanghun sneered, showing no mercy as he aimed to crush her into a bloody pulp with a single strike.
"Clang!"
The piercing clang of swords and the resounding dragon's roar shook the mist, causing it to churn violently.
Sand and stones scattered across the ground.
Li Weiyi arrived like a bolt of lightning, descending like a celestial deity.
With effortless grace, he swung his sword in a sweeping arc.
The sword qi sliced through the mist, causing the clouds of scripture characters to tremble.
The clash of sword and staff rang out with the resonance of metal against stone.
Huanghun staggered backward from the force of Li Weiyi's strike, the iron staff vibrating violently in his grip.
Li Weiyi stood tall, wreathed in the radiant glow of Immortal Haze Radiance.
He regarded his opponent with a condescending gaze.
"You speak half-truths, sir. Self-cultivation is indeed the foundation of everything. But your own cultivation seems rather lacking - still in the early stages of the Third Realm?"
Huanghun stared in disbelief at the Immortal Haze Radiance erupting from Li Weiyi's Ancestral Field.
"Your... your Ancestral Field isn't crippled? You've reached the Immortal Realm!"
"Withered, yet healed."
Li Weiyi knew that the secret of Breakthrough to Immortal Realm would inevitably become known to the world.
He had broken the Cosmic (Qiankun) Shackle a month ago.
Qing Zijin stared blankly at the proud figure standing in the Immortal Haze Radiance ahead, knowing she would never forget his effortless dismissal of Huanghun's attack.
Huanghun's belief that Li Weiyi was the anomaly was the true absurdity.
He realized the entire world had been deceived!
He had begun Martial-Mystic training at seven, meditation at nine, and battling Corpse Demons in the Netherworld by ten.
He had cultivated harder and more ruthlessly than anyone else, enduring eighty years of arduous practice to reach the Third Realm in both Psychic Power and Martial-Mystic Path. Yet now, facing the twenty-something Li Weiyi, he felt an overwhelming urge to flee immediately.
"Swish! Swish..."
The sound of battle corpse puppets tearing through the wind filled his ears.
"Earth Dragon's Turn!"
Huanghun slammed his palm into the ground, unleashing his signature technique - a Great Technique perfected to the fourth layer.
The surrounding earth softened and loosened.
A deep, resonant dragon's roar echoed from the earth, causing the soil to churn like a raging sea.
Occasionally, glimpses of a colossal mud dragon could be seen - its scales, tail, and claws, its brown body coiling and twisting as it lunged at Li Weiyi and Qing Zijin with overwhelming force.
"Halt!"
Li Weiyi extended his left hand into the void, and a golden Buddhist Dao Imprint spun forth, expanding to hundreds of meters in length as it suppressed the roaring, surging earth.
"Youshi, you won't escape."
"Whoosh!"
Li Weiyi's figure blurred, transforming into a clear, ethereal river that instantly spanned two miles.
A sword streaked through the air like a falling star.
"So fast!"
Huanghun, fleeing at full speed using his Escape Technique, only heard the piercing cicada-like clang as the sword's edge already loomed behind him.
He abruptly stopped, whirling around to face the attack.
His hands formed the Round Shield Formation Seal, deflecting the sword's edge.
Simultaneously, an identical figure emerged from his body, wielding a staff and circling around to strike at Li Weiyi's waist.
Li Weiyi let out a soft "Hmm," instantly recognizing that the Huanghun wielding the Formation Seal was merely a Spiritual Light Illusion.
The Huanghun with the staff was the true body.
Huanghun had already mastered the use of Psychic Power and the Martial-Mystic Path.
The moment this strike landed, Li Weiyi felt an overwhelming threat.
Ignoring the power behind Huanghun's staff, he immediately unleashed the Spirit Treasure Seizing Hand with his bare hands.
His arms blurred into a dazzling display, resembling the Thousand-Handed Tathagata, as he clashed three times with the Thousand-Character Artifact staff.
Li Weiyi failed to seize the staff, but Huanghun also failed to land a decisive blow.
Despite being at a clear disadvantage, Li Weiyi managed to fight to a draw.
This exchange occurred in the blink of an eye.
In the next instant, Li Weiyi landed, regained his balance, and unleashed a ferocious sword strike that shattered Huanghun's Spirit Light Illusion and Formation Seal.
With a swift turn, he slashed horizontally, drawing a crescent-shaped arc of golden sword light.
"Pfft!"
Huanghun, despite using every technique at his disposal, couldn't evade the strike and was sent flying.
A half-foot-long gash opened on his abdomen, tearing through internal organs.
Had the blade descended just two inches lower, it would have severed his Ancestral Field.
The opponent's Battle Sword was too sharp; the Thousand-Inscriptions Artifact battle armor proved as flimsy as paper.
"Whoosh!"
Huanghun leaped into the underground passage and rode away on the Earth Dragon.
"Today, Huang has witnessed the true splendor of the world's foremost prodigy. Stop pursuing me - further pursuit will only lead to death."
Qing Zijin arrived with her battle corpse puppets, surveying the ravaged landscape.
"Such an incredible Escape Technique! Even Fourth Realm Great Immortal cultivators would likely sigh in admiration."
Li Weiyi pondered aloud, "Huanghun must be carrying a Great Talisman or a powerful Dao Technique from a master. I wouldn't dare push him to the brink of death. Unless... we engage from a distance, maintaining our distance at all times. You should learn this intimidation tactic - it has a surprisingly high chance of deterring opponents."
A Heaven's Chosen who could cultivate both the Martial-Mystic Path and Psychic Power to the Third Realm within a century, and who would venture into a perilous place like the Void Ruins Ancient Kingdom, couldn't possibly lack formidable treasures.
Qing Zijin blamed herself: "It's my fault. I didn't execute my tactics properly. With thirteen battle corpse puppets, I could have completely surrounded and killed him from a distance. Now I've made it so you had to come and save me."
Sensing her vulnerability and self-blame, Li Weiyi comforted her, "For your first time facing such a formidable foe, you performed admirably! Combat experience is forged through repeated life-or-death struggles, reflection, and accumulation."
"Huanghun was right. Your Psychic Power is only at the First Realm, making it easy for higher-realm Cultivators to disrupt your connection with the battle corpses using Spiritual Light and Spiritual Qi. Next, you need to devise tactics to compensate for this weakness."
After a moment, Li Weiyi and Qing Zijin, carrying Luo Pingdan's corpse, fled the battlefield, circling around to another part of Fan Ye Valley's Nether Domain.
They stopped thirty miles away, concealing themselves behind a rocky hillock to observe the situation.
Through the overcast skies, they gazed at the three towering peaks shrouded in dark clouds, assessing the current state of affairs.
As for the rooster, Li Weiyi froze it solid - such excellent ingredients couldn't be wasted.
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