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Chapter 87: Sky Collapse
Chapter 87: Sky Collapse
The moment the Sword Qi appeared, the Yanluo Patriarch raised his head, staring at the oppressive Sword Qi that had loomed over him for a thousand years—the very force that had cast him from the heavens.
In the next instant, his face contorted in anguish.
"True Monarch… A thousand years! A full thousand years!"
"How much longer must I endure this imprisonment?!"
"Must you eradicate my Wugui Sect’s legacy entirely?!"
His roar echoed, unanswered. The Sword Qi above remained unmoved, silently assessing, as though weighing some judgment before delivering its fatal strike.
The Yanluo Patriarch knew this was the lingering karmic retribution from his soul-possession cultivation a millennium ago. But now that his aura had fully exposed him, the Golden Core Sword Qi would soon identify him—and then, one swift slash would end his life.
"I refuse to accept this!"
In a fury, he spun toward Lv Yang. "Today, I’ll use your life to defy heaven itself and preserve my Wugui Sect’s legacy!"
With that, he commanded the [Yanmo Hall], which came crashing down like a mountain.
Lv Yang activated his formation talismans, channeling the Array Art’s power once more. But this time, no amount of wind, thunder, water, or fire could harm the Yanluo Patriarch.
Their cultivation tiers had diverged.
With the Eight Elders reunited and the [Yanmo Hall] restored to completeness, the Yanluo Patriarch’s Status Rank now surpassed Lv Yang’s, rapidly approaching the Foundation Building realm.
"It’s meaningless. Now that you’ve forced me to reveal myself and reassemble the [Yanmo Hall], all your tricks are powerless. This supreme technique was devised by our Foundation Building experts of old. If nine Foundation Building adepts once anchored it, we could’ve challenged a True Monarch himself!"
Pride swelled in the Yanluo Patriarch’s voice.
Across the cultivation world, every sect yearned for immortality, for transcendence. The Wugui Sect had nearly achieved it—
If not for the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion’s True Monarch of that era…
That True Monarch…
That Sword Qi…
".Die!!!"
With a thunderous roar, the Yanluo Patriarch surged the [Yanmo Hall]’s power. Its Status Rank skyrocketed, entering the ascension state typically reserved for Foundation Building breakthroughs!
"Fledgling, witness the pinnacle of Refining Qi!"
Perched atop the [Yanmo Hall], the Yanluo Patriarch’s aura soared. In an instant, he shattered nine heavenly barriers, standing within the "Foundation Building Stage."
Lv Yang’s pupils constricted.
He understood breakthroughs intimately. Foundation Building required two steps: first, ascending into the "Foundation Building Stage", then forging the immortal foundation. The Yanluo Patriarch had completed the first step.
Yet he chose not to solidify his foundation.
Instead, he began to…
Fall.
Standing in the "Foundation Building Stage", the Yanluo Patriarch pointed a finger and plummeted. A shadow engulfed Lv Yang’s soul.
Lv Yang grasped the technique instantly: the Yanluo Patriarch had sacrificed a failed breakthrough to unleash an attack from the "Foundation Building Stage" itself! Its power rivaled that of a true Foundation Building cultivator.
This was…
"Sky Collapse."
The shadow crashed down.
Lv Yang vanished beneath it. The land within a hundred miles caved in. All Array Art talismans shattered, erupting in a storm of smoke and dust like ascending earth dragons.
The impact sounded like a collapsing sky, waves of turbid energy sweeping away all light.
When the chaos settled, the Yanluo Patriarch stood battered but triumphant.
"Sky Collapse" was no ordinary technique. It was a desperate gambit.
Foundation Building breakthroughs allowed two steps. Failure in the second meant death. The first’s failure depended on one’s foundation—survival hinged on depth of cultivation.
"Sky Collapse" weaponized this near-fatal failure, using the falling momentum to strike. Though the user would suffer grave injuries, the attack carried Foundation Building-level devastation.
"To win swiftly, this was necessary."
The Yanluo Patriarch’s expression steeled. With the Eight Elders restored, the [Yanmo Hall] gave him a decisive advantage over Lv Yang. But superiority alone wouldn’t ensure a quick victory.
Above, the Golden Core Sword Qi loomed, leaving no time to waste.
Thus, he’d chosen this ruthless path—to cripple Lv Yang, paving the way for his final move.
".Ten Thousand Souls Devouring Heaven Art!"
As he formed the seals, eerie ripples spread—not toward Lv Yang, but toward Vain Death City below.
In a blink, Vain Death City collapsed. Its inhabitants were slaughtered en masse. Across the Secret Realm, bloodlight erupted.
Soul-threads surged toward the Yanluo Patriarch, coalescing around his spirit. A beam of light, swift as lightning, hurtled toward Lv Yang, the Yanluo Patriarch’s face twisted in cruel triumph.
"After a thousand years of nurturing souls, this moment is their purpose!"
But the next second, his grin froze.
The dust cleared. Lv Yang strode forth—not critically wounded, merely bloodied robes, otherwise unharmed.
"So it wasn’t the Golden Core Sword Qi’s massacre… It was you."
Lv Yang sighed, understanding.
Why had so many lives appeared in the Wugui Secret Realm? They were cultivated as sacrifices.
In the previous life, the Secret Realm became a dead zone because the Yanluo Patriarch had slaughtered everyone for his ritual—yet still failed to deceive the Golden Core Sword Qi, perishing himself.
Lv Yang sighed again, pitying the Yanluo Patriarch for surviving pointlessly for a millennium, all for nothing.
"This is impossible!"
The Yanluo Patriarch gaped, disbelieving. "You endured my ‘Sky Collapse’! How are you unscathed?!"
Lv Yang smiled faintly. "Frankly… I’m not without skill."
[Purple Talent]
[Not Without Skill: No matter how devastating the attack, if it falls within your capacity, you can deflect it effortlessly.]
At his current cultivation, even "Sky Collapse" barely grazed his limits—the Qi Gathering Stage.
The Yanluo Patriarch’s face paled.
Lv Yang’s strength shifted the odds. If Lv Yang had been mortally wounded, soul possession would’ve been certain. But a mere scratch?
His tenfold advantage plummeted to five—perhaps less.
Yet retreat was impossible. Mustering his resolve, he plunged into Lv Yang’s Spirit Sea, surrounded by countless souls.
One final strike—to shatter Lv Yang’s Spirit Sea and seize his body!
The next moment, within the Spirit Sea…
Lv Yang’s soul rose calmly, flicking his fingers. With effortless grace, he hurled the Yanluo Patriarch out, as if swatting a fly.
Yanluo Patriarch: "???"
Too stunned to react, he tumbled from the Spirit Sea, bewildered by his own defeat.
"I said… I’m not without skill."
One move to counter "Sky Collapse." Another to repel soul possession.
"No—!!!"
Before the Yanluo Patriarch’s scream faded, a colossal Sword Qi descended, obliterating his soul into countless fragments, each a starburst of divine consciousness—the crystallized memories of the Wugui Sect’s last patriarch.
Without hesitation, Lv Yang swept his sleeve, collecting them all. These were priceless treasures, containing the secrets of a Foundation Building expert’s lifetime.
(End of Chapter)
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