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Chapter 162: A Sword Cuts Through Twilight
Chapter 162: A Sword Cuts Through Twilight
Beyond the Heaven-Mending Peak’s Sky-Connecting Sea of Clouds…
The sky appeared ominously empty at first glance, but in truth, the Foundation Building Stage teemed with figures. Dozens of True Disciples from the Holy Sect crouched in ambush, their presence veiled.
"Hey look who’s here?"
"Just here for the spectacle."
"Same here, same here."
A cluster of Holy Sect disciples chatted warmly, their faces glowing with camaraderie—brothers bound by shared purpose.
"How long has Wu Cang been inside?"
"About an incense stick’s time. Mid-Stage versus Early-Stage? Shouldn’t be any trouble. The formations are ready. The moment he exits—we hit him hard."
"He’s really crossed Yuan Tu this time."
"Once Wu Cang grabs the prize, we reclaim the True Monarch’s scroll. We’ll sneak a peek ourselves first, then dump all the karmic backlash onto Wu Cang’s head."
"Honestly, Wu Cang’s no Yuan Tu. Both joined the sect with prior skills, but Yuan Tu truly grasped our sect’s essence. Wu Cang? He’s still a rogue at heart—chaotic, not cunning. He’ll never rise beyond mediocrity. A lifetime of suffering awaits him."
The Holy Sect disciples bantered casually, their confidence unshaken. Wu Cang believed his actions secret, but everyone here had anticipated his move. They simply needed a scapegoat.
Then—
Boom!
A deafening roar erupted. The True Disciples within the Foundation Building Stage looked up as the Heaven-Mending Peak trembled. A kaleidoscope of light fractured the sky.
"He’s actually making a scene?"
"This Wu Cang… Mid-Stage versus Early-Stage? How’s he causing this much commotion?"
"Scattering cultivators can’t be that weak."
"Not necessarily. Wu Cang lacks subtlety and karmic finesse, but his combat prowess is solid—Mid-Stage caliber at least."
"So you’re saying… this isn’t weakness?"
Silence fell. Eyes exchanged uneasy glances. The Heaven-Mending Peak no longer seemed a mere battleground—it was a spectacle of power.
Inside the peak…
Lv Yang reversed his grip on the Avici Sword, channeling endless spiritual energy. His other hand wove a divine seal, his voice resonating with a celestial chant:
"Insect spirits, consume their essence! Purge all ill intent!"
Clarify Right and Wrong!
The incantation surged into the Aetherophagous Beetles. Their mundane forms shimmered with Foundation Building-stage aura, their power skyrocketing.
"Cursed insects!"
Wu Cang scowled. The swarm’s numbers—140 million—meant nothing to him. With enough spiritual energy, his Life-Bound Divine Ability could annihilate them all. But the cost would be high—time and energy wasted.
His gaze flicked to Lv Yang, specifically the Avici Sword slung behind him. A lethal threat pulsed within that blade.
No delays!
Wu Cang’s fingers snapped into a seal. From his Dao Foundation—a towering tree—new flames ignited in its canopy.
In moments, sparks erupted into wildfire. The entire canopy became a crimson inferno, its glow piercing the veiled sky despite the formations masking it.
"No Southern Flight!"
Suddenly, wood perished as fire reigned. The world became a blazing crucible. Even Lv Yang’s breath scorched his lungs with searing heat.
A divine ability!
Lv Yang’s Ultimate Heaven Instrument blazed between his brows. The treasure’s light revealed the truth:
Like Subduing Dragon Arhat’s Blazing Inferno Dragon… but forged from the Celestial Pole Position’s pure yang energy—‘Jiawood.’
But Wu Cang’s technique diverged.
Subduing Dragon Arhat’s Blazing Inferno combined Celestial Vanguard’s Yufen and Terrestrial Sha’s Zhixu—fire born of earth-wood.
No Southern Flight fused Celestial Vanguard’s Yufen with Terrestrial Sha’s Dunzang—fire devouring wood itself.
The ability resonated with Wu Cang’s Coiling Dragon Divine Tree. The flames surged, named the Celestial Furnace Flame—a fire that reduced all wood-based techniques and treasures to ash.
Hiss!
The Aetherophagous Beetles swarmed the flames, only to disintegrate in waves. Yet the inferno raged on, unyielding.
Wu Cang’s seal shifted. The flames surged.
Simultaneously, his Divine Tree bore new fruit—two—golden and azure.
"Go!"
The fruits plummeted, each exuding distinct auras. Alongside the Celestial Furnace Flame, they locked onto Lv Yang.
This was Wu Cang’s Life-Bound Divine Ability—Coiling Dragon Divine Tree’s Triadic Mysteries:
- Red Fruit (Wood-Encased Flame): Incinerates flesh and spirit.
- Azure Fruit (Dragon Kernel): Immobilizing force.
- Golden Fruit (Dragon Scale Seed): Amplifies divine power.
Three techniques—offense, restraint, enhancement. No karmic entanglement. Pure, lethal efficiency.
The world split—light and dark.
Before Wu Cang, the Celestial Furnace Flame scorched the heavens, noon-like radiance. Behind him, night’s shadow loomed.
Lv Yang sighed.
Whoosh!
Flames engulfed him.
Wu Cang gaped as Lv Yang flicked his sleeve. Spiritual energy flowed like a river, casting the fire aside—effortless, elegant.
The precision stunned Wu Cang. He reignited the blaze, but Lv Yang merely shrugged it off again.
Impossible!
Wu Cang doubled down, forcing the flames to engulf Lv Yang entirely.
This time, Lv Yang’s body ignited—a human torch. Skin peeled, bones gleamed. Organs melted into rivers of fire. Even his breath crackled with embers. A grievous wound.
Yet from the inferno—
".Hmph!"
Lv Yang’s scorched eyes blazed like twin suns. The Avici Sword hummed—a beast sated after devouring endless spiritual energy.
He raised his voice: "Destroy!"
Clarify Right and Wrong surged. Divine light golden as imperial decree coursed into the Avici Sword.
Lv Yang hurled the blade.
A crimson-gold arc split the heavens—a division of yin and yang, day and night. The flames that once blazed twilight now severed by a single strike.
A Sword Cuts Through Twilight!
This wasn’t mere destruction—it cleaved essence itself. The Celestial Furnace Flame exploded in a final roar, its celestial mystery fading. The fire collapsed into mundane embers, revealing Wu Cang—
Eyes wide. Bloodied mouth and nose.
A visible slash split his waist. Flesh peeled apart. Time’s passage completed the severance.
Wu Cang fell—halved.
(End of Chapter)
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