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Chapter 297: The Strongest Sword!
Chapter 297: The Strongest Sword!
The sunlight illuminated Gu An, and You Yingying felt as though he was draped in a radiant cloak, radiating a brilliant aura.
She actually believed that Gu An was speaking from the heart.
Gu An's gaze fell upon her, and he raised an eyebrow, asking, "What's wrong? Am I intimidating you with my righteous aura?"
You Yingying snapped back to her senses and glared, "Anyone can say that. If your sword is really that powerful, why are you still hiding here?"
"Hehe, you don't understand anything! Hurry up and leave, don't disturb my cultivation!"
Gu An chuckled, then sheathed his sword with a fluid motion. He thought it looked very cool, but unfortunately, You Yingying was blind to his charm.
You Yingying huffed and turned to leave.
As she turned, a smile appeared on her face.
Chatting with this silly boy was indeed effective; she felt much better inside.
Meanwhile, the divine heart beneath the tree opened his eyes. His gaze was deep and profound, and his fingers, which were holding a string of prayer beads, moved even faster, revealing his tense heart.
Beside him, Qie Wuxing and Shenzun Jiuzhi stood up from their chess game.
"This game is a draw," Shenzun Jiuzhi declared without room for argument.
Qie Wuxing's eyes widened in disbelief, "You've been utterly defeated, and you still dare to call it a draw?"
Shenzun Jiuzhi said calmly, without a hint of nervousness, "Until the very end, the outcome is uncertain!"
Qie Wuxing shook his head, laughing, but didn't say anything more. He vanished into thin air.
Shenzun Jiuzhi's gaze swept across the Medicine Valley, finally settling on Gu An in the distance.
"Pity, I still haven't won a game against you."
Shenzun Jiuzhi muttered to himself, then disappeared as well.
Gu An, who was stretching his limbs, sensed that many cultivators and beasts were taking flight, heading toward the edge of the continent.
Before the great calamity, some wanted to flee, while others were ready to fight.
Those who chose to fight were either brave, righteous, or had no other choice, but at this moment, they had all made up their minds.
But would they still maintain this courage when they saw the Great Cold Demon Sect in full force?
Gu An turned and walked toward the teleportation array. Along the way, fewer disciples greeted him, as everyone was burdened with heavy hearts.
After arriving at the Mystic Valley, Gu An headed for the Medicine Valley.
Entering the forest, he drew out the Heavenly Lodging Sword with one hand and the Qinghong Sword from his waist with the other.
The Qinghong Sword hummed softly, and Gu An used his own magical power to sever the connection between the Qinghong Sword and the Bai Ling Sword.
He could sense his junior sister's unease.
"Junior sister, don't be afraid, it will be over soon," Gu An murmured to himself. As he spoke, dark purple demonic aura erupted from his body, swiftly enveloping him and burning fiercely.
His figure vanished into the depths of the forest, leaving no trace.
...
At the edge of the continent, waves crashed against the shore.
Above the mountains, numerous great cultivators floated in the air, with the vast land and mountains behind them and the endless ocean before them.
They came from different sects: the TaiXuan Gate, the Three Clarity Mountain, the Vast Heaven Sect, the Dao Tian Sect, the Sword Sect, the Torch Peak, the Flame Sect, the Gathered Flower Sect, and more.
Cultivators from all over the world were continuously dispatched to different parts of the continent's edge. They were just one group, and their numbers quickly exceeded a hundred, with more cultivators still on their way.
Seeing more and more people gather, their confidence began to grow.
Qiao Dai from the TaiXuan Gate, with the cultivation of the ninth level of the Great Ascension Realm, became the leader. He was calming the surrounding cultivators and giving instructions on how to fight.
Just then, a terrifying pressure descended, causing them to turn their heads in alarm. The next second, their faces changed drastically, and the usually confident Qiao Dai opened his mouth in despair.
They saw a vast black fog sweeping in from the horizon, like a black tidal wave, unstoppable and devouring the earth.
Before the black fog, the islands and beasts along the way were as insignificant as dust. Even flying demonic birds, flapping their wings, were swallowed by the black fog from behind, their fates unknown.
Looking up, they saw figures floating above the black fog, dressed differently, each holding various magical treasures. Some had luminous treasures floating behind them, others rode fearsome mounts, and still others stood proudly on sword qi, hands behind their backs. Behind each of them was a thousand-zhang-tall phantom, resembling a demon god, with a form identical to their own.
At a glance, the entire view was filled with towering thousand-zhang tall demonic shadows, stretching endlessly into the distance, impossible to count, and exuding an overwhelming pressure.
In that moment, all the cultivators on the continent fell into a deathly silence. No matter how high their cultivation, they all stood frozen in the air, as if struck by lightning.
Qiao Dai saw even more terrifying beings behind the thousand-zhang tall demonic shadows. He saw a pair of feet advancing, and the thousand-zhang tall shadows couldn't even touch the ankles of these mysterious beings, let alone imagine their true size.
Some tried to look to the sides, but the distance was as vast as the ocean, with demonic shadows standing as far as the eye could see.
Regardless of cultivation, the sheer number of enemies alone was enough to make them despair!
"How can we win this..." someone said with a bitter smile.
No one responded; they had all lost their courage.
Above the clouds, the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord and Wu Xing stood side by side, seeing the entire continent surrounded, with cultivators from the Great Cold Demon Sect in every direction.
"How many could there be, and the Divine Aberration Realm has come too..." Wu Xing muttered, feeling that the number of cultivators from the Great Cold Demon Sect was no less than the Divine Aberration Realm's ghosts. The most critical part was the overwhelming aura these demon cultivators emitted, each one alone being enough to make him wary.
The Nine-Fingered Divine Lord took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping across the continent as if searching for something.
"If the Sage King of the World Reborn on this continent, this commotion would be too exaggerated, wouldn't it?" Wu Xing couldn't help but ask.
The Nine-Fingered Divine Lord looked into the distance and replied, "If the Sacred Heart awakens, the Sage King's abilities will quickly rise. The key is that the Great Cold Demon Sect fears the Sacred Court's existence and the presence of the Sage King of the World's aura."
Wu Xing, hearing this, found it reasonable and took a step forward.
"What are you planning to do?" the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord hurriedly asked.
Wu Xing didn't turn back, stepping forward in mid-air, and said with a smile, "I forgot to tell you, I am the Ghost King of the Divine Aberration Realm, Wu Xing is just my alias!"
The Nine-Fingered Divine Lord frowned but didn't get angry, only staring at Wu Xing as he moved forward.
"Wu Xing, return to your position immediately!"
The voice of the Lord of the Divine Aberration Realm echoed, loud and clear.
Wu Xing immediately sped up, but suddenly, his face darkened. He looked up and saw an incredibly huge hand emerging from behind the demonic shadow army, blocking out the sky and the sun, reaching out to grab him.
The size of the hand was beyond description.
Wu Xing found himself unable to move, his eyes filled with despair.
Not good!
In that moment, a sword light forcefully squeezed into his field of vision. Immediately after, the terrifying giant hand before him vanished in a puff of smoke.
He glanced over, his eyes widening.
He saw a figure, a figure he would never forget.
It was none other than Gu An, wielding the Nine-Extreme Yin-Yang Body!
Gu An, holding twin swords, passed by Wu Xing's shoulder. At that moment, the twin swords in his hands were also covered in dark purple demonic aura.
"You... Senior..."
Wu Xing looked at Gu An's back, unable to resist speaking.
But before he could finish, Gu An turned into a fleeting shadow. In a blink, Wu Xing saw a sword light flash, piercing through the distant black mist with overwhelming force.
Before he could react, a terrifying wave of energy surged towards him.
He opened his mouth wide, his face showing disbelief.
Under his gaze, a sword light erupted from within the demonic shadow army, slicing through the waist of a thousand-zhang tall demonic shadow. The sword light's brilliance made the entire world rapidly lose color.
The cultivators on the continent closed their eyes, their spirits unable to perceive this sword light.
Above the clouds, the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord's face also changed drastically, his heart and mind shaken.
In his eyes, the demonic shadows were dissipating, the demonic mist was surging, and the sword light was rapidly extending, as if about to split the entire world in two.
At that moment, the 170,000-year-old Nine-Fingered Divine Lord witnessed the strongest sword he had ever seen in his life!
"You... who are you?"
A voice filled with shock and anger echoed, the tone unable to hide the fear.
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