My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult Chapter 389

Chapter 389: Chapter 289: Sword Dao Seven Realms Slay Immortal Chapter 389: Chapter 289: Sword Dao Seven Realms Slay Immortal Great Yan, Dragon Locking Well.

The autumn wind swept through, lifting fallen leaves from the ground and producing a rustling sound.

This place, coveted and desired by the experts of the world, was now completely silent, devoid of any noise.

It was at this moment that soft footsteps began to echo once more.

The newcomer was an unkempt elder with lines etched into his face like knife cuts, but his eyes were clear and bright, almost as if they emitted light.

This man was Wang Yangsheng, a great grandmaster from the remnants of the Great Qin Dynasty.

At this time, his pace was neither fast nor slow, steady and strong. His feet stepped on the fallen leaves without making the slightest sound, leaving the leaves perfectly intact.

Wang Yangsheng's footsteps paused slightly as he said indifferently, “Come out.”

As his voice fell, the Five Elements leaped out from a distance and landed in front of the Dragon Locking Well.

Jin, with a grave expression, looked at the newcomer, “Wang Yangsheng, I didn't expect you to come back?”

It was a power that even five of them combined might not match in three moves, a grandmaster's prowess that he had personally experienced last time.

“Those who block my path shall die!”

Wang Yangsheng didn't waste words and waved his sleeve.

“Boom, boom, boom-!”

His sleeve contained true yuan as tough as forged iron, and as this true yuan surged forward, air tore with the sound of breaking the void.

“Join forces quickly!”

The five hastily combined their true qi, which came forth mightily. A giant five-colored hand descended from above, attempting to stop the incoming qi force and true yuan, but clearly, they had underestimated Wang Yangsheng's strength or overestimated their own.

The moment the two forces collided, the five-colored hand shattered abruptly. The remaining force rushed out like a torrent, striking the five individuals directly.

“Ah!”

The Five Elements felt an immense force attacking them, causing their organs to tremble. Blood spurted out from their mouths like arrows, staining the fallen leaves on the ground red.

In just one move!

In only a single move, the Five Elements guarding the Dragon Locking Well had fallen, suffering heavy injuries.

Wang Yangsheng said calmly, “If the Ghost Swordsman is not here, who else can stop me?”

Last time, not only was there the Ghost Swordsman, but there was also a grandmaster lurking around the Dragon Locking Well, which had given Wang Yangsheng some misgivings. But now that the Ghost Swordsman had left for Houjin, and that grandmaster was also absent, who else could resist him?

“I can!”

Just then, a clear shout came from afar.

“Hmm!?”

Wang Yangsheng frowned and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw a woman dressed in a dragon robe walking toward him. The woman naturally possessed a graceful and delicate beauty, but now clad in the imposing dragon robe, she exuded an aura of valiance and authority that made onlookers avert their eyes.

The person was none other than Zhao Xuening, the Human Emperor of Yong'an.

Behind her were the royal family's experts, including Bai Mei the eunuch, Xu Qianyue, Tianpeng Ancestor, and several dozen Imperial Guards.

“The Human Emperor?”

Wang Yangsheng's brow was tightly furrowed as he looked at the Empress of Yong'an before him.

It seemed as though there was a fluctuation of Qi mechanism hidden within her. If one did not look carefully, even he might not have noticed it.

It should be noted that the Empress had only ascended the throne a few months ago and was still quite young. How could her strength possibly give him a sense of danger? Even the Ghost Swordsman had been in Jianghu for three years before achieving his current success, with a traceable path of growth.

Yet, before this, the Empress had been nothing more than an unremarkable princess.

Zhao Xuening said indifferently, “I knew you would come here today to meet your death, so I've been waiting here for a long time.”

Among the three Great Grandmasters that had emerged in the world today, Xi Hafu was far away in Houjin, and Qian Qiu, the Undying, plotted deeply and would not make a move until the very end. Moreover, having severed Zhao Zhiwu's last thread of life, he too had expended a great deal of energy.

Wang Yangsheng longed exceedingly for the Earth Vein Spirit, having previously initiated a coup for it. Now revived by a secret technique, his desire was even stronger, and he would not miss any opportunity to seize the Earth Vein Spirit.

Thus, the Empress deduced that this Great Grandmaster would come to the Dragon Locking Well once again when Xi Hafu was away from it.

“Meet my death?”

Wang Yangsheng laughed, “Even the Heavenly Yuan Emperor of Great Qin wouldn't dare utter such mad words in front of me.”

Although the Heavenly Yuan Emperor had not ascended to the status of a Great Grandmaster, he was still a martial emperor of Great Qin, with his cultivation reaching the peak of the Four Qi Realm, only one step away from entering the Five Qi Realm.

It was against him that Wang Yangsheng had rebelled, and he was executed by the Grand Ancestor of Great Qin.

Zhao Xuening took a step forward and said, “The people Great Qin Dynasty could not kill, Great Yan Dynasty will. Today, I will show you what true royal dominance is!”

Boom!

With a single step forward from Zhao Xuening, the ground trembled violently and began to shake.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two figures rapidly approached from the distance; they were the top Buddhist experts, Tianyi Bodhisattva and Fa Wu.

“So that's how it is.”

Wang Yangsheng realized something and squinted his eyes, slowly saying, “The Bridal Attire Strategy?”

Among the contemporary legends, there were three martial arts heart methods that surpassed the Heavenly Martial level: the “Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture” from the Demon Sect, the “Great Sun Tathagata Zen Scripture” of the Buddhist sect, and the “Jade Emperor Scripture” of the Mystical Sect. Actually, there were other martial arts that truly surpassed the Heavenly Martial level, but unlike these three sects' arts, they were not well known.

Some martial arts were not beyond the Heavenly Martial level, but were still considered secret techniques of the time, including the “Bridal Attire Strategy” and “Heavenly Heart Tribulation.”

There were not many experts who practiced the “Bridal Attire Strategy,” only Su Tianze, and among the numerous experts, even fewer could recognize this technique. Only Qin Shan had identified Su Tianze's practice of the “Bridal Attire Strategy” back at Zhong Mountain.

The Empress slightly parted her red lips and said, “You're correct.”

She had indeed been practicing the “Bridal Attire Strategy,” which had been passed on to her by Su Tianze.

Su Tianze had not disappeared mysteriously; instead, he had returned to where he belonged. Su Tianze was originally a piece in play by the Emperor of Great Yan, a piece that lay dormant at Zhao Chongyin's side.

This was one of the four pieces left by Zhao Zhiwu. He had left a piece by Zhao Mengtai and Zhao Chongyin's sides; these were his internal pieces.

When a piece was no longer useful, there was only one path left to take: sacrifice.

Su Tianze, using the “Bridal Attire Strategy,” had transferred all his cultivation to the Empress of Yong'an, granting her the mastery of the Five Qi Grandmaster Realm, abruptly turning her into one of the most formidable experts in the world.

This was the reason for the Empress's remarkable cultivation.

Wang Yangsheng smiled faintly and said, “If the 'Bridal Attire Strategy' is the only thing you have to offer, I am afraid that Great Yan Dynasty will have a new emperor by tomorrow.”

The magic of the “Bridal Attire Strategy” lay in the ability to transfer one's cultivation directly to another. Even if the Empress received the full cultivation of a Five Qi Grandmaster, she would merely be an average one at that level. Moreover, Wang Yangsheng was a Great Grandmaster.

The Great Yan Emperor spoke indifferently, “Let's see today whether you live or I perish.”

“I really want to see where your confidence comes from.”

“Then let's try.”

True Qi started to circulate within Wang Yangsheng's body, and then he stomped his foot on the ground.

Boom! Boom!

At the moment Wang Yangsheng's foot touched the ground, the earth exploded with rumbling noises. Cracks, thick and immense, spread from the center of his foot, extending far into the distance.

Apart from the Great Yan Emperor and a few other top-level Grandmasters, most people only felt the world shaking, their bodies unstable.

In no time at all, the ground above the Dragon Locking Well was covered with dense cracks.

Hiss–!

Everyone who saw this scene took a sharp intake of breath, their faces turning to utter shock.

Is this the might of a Great Grandmaster?

Just a gentle step on the ground, and the land within a radius of several miles completely split apart; it was beyond their imagination.

“Summon the sword!”

The Great Yan Emperor called out lightly.

The eunuch Zhong Binru extended his hand, and with a 'whoosh,' the Emperor's Sword flew out from the scabbard and finally landed in the hands of the Great Yan Emperor.

Facing this Master Realm expert, the Great Yan Emperor scoffed coldly, the Great Yan Emperor's Sword in hand slashing towards Wang Yangsheng.

The sword light was icy cold, as if a glass-like brilliance had emerged fiercely into the world.

Lawless and reckless, sometimes she was just like An Jing.

Boom!

As the Sword Radiance slashed down, the azure sky seemed to split open with a black crack, and at the far end of that crack, an extreme light surged forth, slashing towards Wang Yangsheng.

Tearing through the void!

This fierce power was not something ordinary Grandmasters could possess.

Clearly, the Great Yan Emperor's strength was that of a top Five Qi Grandmaster.

Above the Dragon Locking Well, countless black fissures appeared as furious True Qi swept out, pulverizing numerous rocks and trees into dust.

“It seems that the Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence of the Great Yan Emperor has been absorbed by you.”

Seeing this, a smile emerged on the corner of Wang Yangsheng's mouth. After speaking, he stomped his foot and charged towards the Great Yan Emperor.

Both figures started to fade away as black fissures and streams of True Qi surged like tides, causing everyone's hearts to tremble.

After taking a slash of Sword Light from the Great Yan Emperor, Wang Yangsheng stepped back repeatedly and whispered, “King Sword!?”

The Great Yan Emperor looked at the longsword in his hand and spoke coldly, “When the King Sword is drawn, a million corpses fall. Let's see if you can withstand it.”

After speaking, the Great Yan Emperor struck once again with his sword, which was like the starry river in splendor, shining with magnificent brilliance.

At the same time, the True Dragon Qi above Yujing City also converged, seemingly blessing the current Great Yan Emperor, instantly making her aura even more astonishing.

It was as if in this moment, the world itself had fallen silent.

Wang Yangsheng's expression remained unchanged, but his hand reached forward, and from it emanated waves of True Yuan akin to ripples on water. That surging True Yuan, majestic and expansive, was like the incessant flow of ocean water.

The Sword Light and the waves of True Yuan finally collided forcefully.

Suddenly, the world shook, and time seemed to stop at that moment.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

But then, earth-shattering explosions echoed out from the center.

At the center of the impact, the buildings of the distant Dragon Spring Temple turned to ash.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

By the impact of this aftermath, several dozens of Imperial Guards of Second and Third Grade Realm turned instantly into mists of blood, and the eunuch Zhong Binru and Xu Qianyue both retreated in haste, with Zhong Binru's face turning particularly pale. Only Tianyi Bodhisattva, Fa Wu, and the white-browed eunuch barely held their ground.

Xu Qianyue's face was icy as she said, “A Great Grandmaster's strength is truly too formidable.”

At that moment, recalling how the Ghost Swordsman had once withstood this Great Grandmaster, she could vaguely realize how terrifying and awe-inspiring the real power of this Ghost Swordsman was.

In facing this Grandmaster Realm expert, even Fa Wu, a common Five Qi Grandmaster, and Tianyi Bodhisattva, the white-browed eunuch, and other Four Qi Grandmasters had no chance to strike. The experts below the Grandmaster level would turn into a mist of blood upon touching their True Yuan.

The Great Yan Emperor, protected by True Dragon Qi, was unharmed by the violent surge of True Qi.

Wang Yangsheng said, “If this is all your strength, I'm afraid it will be difficult to stop me.”

Having said that, he sprang forward and slapped his palm fiercely towards the front.

Boom!

The tyrannical True Yuan swept out, vast and mighty.

“Run!”

The white-browed eunuch knew they couldn't resist and instantly leaped away towards the distance.

The others also scattered, but Wang Yangsheng was too fast. In an instant, his palm strike arrived, and Xu Qianyue was a bit too slow to react and was hit by it.

“Bang!”

The forceful True Yuan collided with Xu Qianyue's body, making her feel as if she had been struck by a mountain, losing all consciousness.

Xu Qianyue turned into a mist of blood, scattering across the sky.

Xu Qianyue was dead!

This personal sword-bearing guard of Zhao Zhiwu, the Great Commander of the Xuanyi Guard, was turned into a cloud of dust by Wang Yangsheng's palm strike. Such a terrifying scene made even the top experts present shudder, feeling a chill running from their spine to the top of their heads.

This was the terrifying might of a Great Grandmaster!

Even the white-browed eunuch was inwardly shaken at this moment.

The Great Yan Emperor did not speak but simply looked at the sword in her hand, with an expression neither joyous nor sorrowful, and it was impossible to tell what she was truly thinking.

Unconsciously, this princess had acquired a trace of the cunning and calculating Zhao Zhiwu's shadow.

“Your Majesty, please draw your sword.”

Just then, a clear voice called out from afar.

Following the voice, they saw a thin, middle-aged man in a black robe. His complexion was fair, bearing a refined elegance with a touch of scholarly charm.

The man was none other than Zhao Tianyi, the Great Eunuch, who held immense power within the court of Great Yan.

Upon seeing the Great Eunuch appear, the Yong'an Emperor's eyelids twitched, and Wang Yangsheng's brow furrowed, an inexplicable sense of danger taking root in his eyes.

The Yong'an Emperor, feeling his eyelids twitch, subconsciously gripped the Emperor's Sword in his hand tighter.

“Your Majesty, this was something we had agreed upon in advance.”

Zhao Tianyi took steps forward, calmly bowing with a fist towards the Yong'an Emperor, saying, “Gentlemen can sacrifice their lives for righteousness. For the future of the world, for Your Majesty's imperial conquests, Zhao Tianyi only seeks a worthy death.”

“Ah, what a noble sacrifice for righteousness,” acknowledged the Yong'an Emperor with a loud shout, then lifted the Great Yan Emperor's Sword in his hand, “Today I shall fulfill your wish.”

Flashes of cold light reflected off the Great Yan Emperor's Sword, but through the blade, Wang Yangsheng noticed that what was colder wasn't the sword itself but the eyes of the Yong'an Emperor.

A bad feeling took hold in Wang Yangsheng's heart.

What is this eunuch scholar up to?

And what is this Emperor planning to do?

Zhao Tianyi, hearing the Yong'an Emperor's words, revealed a trace of a smile on his lips before slowly spreading his arms.

The Literary Palace within him shattered, turning into void, his vast scholarly cultivation surging forth, casting a golden glow over Zhao Tianyi's form.

Lv Guoyong had two disciples; Li Fuzhou joined the Demon Sect in his youth, becoming the leader of the Human Sect within, a famous expert known throughout the world. Zhao Tianyi was Li Fuzhou's senior brother, with a reputation even greater than his; he castrated himself to enter the palace as a eunuch and eventually rose to be the Tai Shi, replacing the Great Yan Emperor Zhao Zhiwu in supervising court affairs.

“What a formidable scholar,” commented Wang Yangsheng, his breath catching. He solemnly asked, “Is he choosing to sacrifice his life for justice?”

The Confucian school had already existed during the Qin Dynasty, but it didn't reach its pinnacle until the Zhou Dynasty, where the Confucian experts possessed two transcendental abilities: one was to manifest sainthood, and the other was to sacrifice life for righteousness.

Shattering the Literary Palace was the second transcendental method. Unlike Li Fuzhou and Lv Guoyong, who shattered their Literary Palace yet preserved their divine souls to live on as ordinary people, Zhao Tianyi was shattering even his divine soul, fancifully aiming to become a Saint within the Confucian scholars today.

The status of a Confucian Saint was even rarer and more prestigious than Grandmasters in the Master Realm.

Throughout history, amongst the myriad of Confucian scholars, only two had attained sainthood.

But now, Zhao Tianyi was shattering both his Literary Palace and divine soul, reaching for the power of heaven and earth to become a Confucian Saint in this brief moment.

“Boom-!” “Boom-!”

Dark clouds gathered in the sky above, the howling wind rose, whipping up sand and stones from the ground, as if even the grass would be uprooted.

Everything in the world seemed to merge with the heavens, obscured from sight, while thunder rumbled in the northeast, struggling as if trapped within the dense clouds, its sound deep and muffled.

Suddenly, in the expansive northeast sky, against the cotton-like black clouds, there blazed a rushing fire.

The lightning failed to tear through the dense clouds, and after the thunder faded in the low-hanging clouds, the world fell into darkness. In a moment, lightning flashed, thunder roared through the heavens as if heralding the end of days.

After the mountain breeze, the deep autumn grass seemed battered by a storm, its branches and leaves withered and sallow.

“Boom-!”

A bolt of thunder, straight as a dragon, struck down, followed by a deafening sound that echoed throughout Yujing City, startling all the residents of the capital.

That bolt of lightning, like the dawn breaking through darkness, shone upon the Great Yan Emperor's Sword and the refined face of the Yong'an Emperor.

Meanwhile, Zhao Tianyi's body began to become ethereal and transparent.

Lightning and sword light intertwined in everything; the strike seemed like divine retribution.

Wang Yangsheng's heart also quivered, his pupils contracting violently. This sensation was akin to facing the Grand Ancestor of the Great Qin thousands of years ago, on the brink of death.

Houjin, Ba Mountain.

The figure in white was now covered in blood, yet still stood erect like a sword planted in the ground, standing tall between heaven and earth.

An Jing slowly said, “Perhaps things are not as simple as you think.”

A majestic aura, like a rainbow piercing heaven and earth, suddenly swept out from his body, blowing away all the dust and qi mechanisms around.

Around Ba Mountain, many eyes filled with astonishment looked towards the figure in white emerging from amidst the surging qi, the latter's suddenly soaring aura left them quite shaken. No one expected that even in the face of such peril, the Ghost Swordsman had not perished.

And they could all feel that at this moment, An Jing's aura had grown so powerful that it was almost enveloping everyone around Ba Mountain.

That silhouette was like a mountain itself.

“Huh!?”

Zongzheng Huachun furrowed his brows tightly upon seeing this, clearly the situation before him was something he had not anticipated.

“He's not dead yet!?”

Jiren Tai's face exhibited shock on seeing An Jing walk out.

Xi Hafu's steps also paused slightly as he brought his palms together and whispered, “Amitabha.”

An Jing's eyes flashed with a sharp light; a torrent of True Qi surged out, funneling into the Dulu Sword and slashing downwards.

“It's only a matter of time. This king will send you to join Jun Qinglin now,” Zongzheng Huachun said, his gaze turning icy in an instant. His palm turned abruptly as the True Yuan around him howled forth, carrying an astonishing momentum to shatter the sword light and continue to suppress An Jing.

Boom boom boom!

Distortions appeared in the void, and the ground began to crumble frenziedly, with massive cracks rapidly spreading.

These were the methods of a Great Grandmaster!

Only a Great Grandmaster could wield such a power that penetrated heaven and earth!

Everyone could see that Zongzheng Huachun was now exerting his strength to the utmost, trying to kill An Jing in one fell swoop.

An Jing looked up, facing the surging True Yuan that rolled towards him, and from this dense True Yuan, he felt an extremely dangerous fluctuation.

The True Qi derived from the “Nameless Heart Scripture” was majestic and vast, erupting suddenly from An Jing's body.

At the same time, the True Qi around him began to boil again.

It was as if the whole of Ba Mountain's heaven and earth, all living beings, were in a sea of boiling True Qi.

The True Qi within tens of thousands of miles, including the True Qi derived from An Jing's Eternal Immortal Body.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

Terrible explosions ensued, centered on An Jing, beginning to resound.

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Nameless Path!

As the Dulu Sword in his hand swept forward, heaven and earth seemed to explode, the sword light shining with a radiance no one had ever witnessed before.

When the sword light reached the edge, another earth-shattering explosion descended upon this realm.

Boom!

After understanding the Sword Dao, An Jing successively created the Invisible Sword, the Selfless Dao, and the Heartless Path, and now, this was his fourth technique of Sword Dao, the Nameless Path.

The sword unsheathed was nameless.

Clang!

The moment of impact, a heaven-shaking sound, reverberated through the cosmos!

A torrent of brilliant and violent light furiously collided with the mountainous palm print rushing forward. In the midst of that intense light, everyone could feel an almost apocalyptic terrifying fluctuation.

Bang bang!

The endless sky was twisted open at this moment, and the vast ground was spreading with waves of earth, the whole land nearly shattered to pieces, already a complete mess.

Eyes filled with gravity looked towards the terrible shock spreading out.

“What an astonishing clash…”

All the masters present were dumbstruck, their gazes tightly fixed on the source of the dazzling light, the astonishing fluctuations emanating from there left them, despite their greatness, deeply shaken and utterly amazed.

“Who won?”

Everyone was tense, watching the shattered void, and although everyone thought the Ghost Swordsman had no chance of victory, their hearts were still extremely anxious.

Cong Yue's eyes were filled with tension, her heart trembling as well.

The leader of the Southern Barbarians was also staring hard at the front, his breathing having come to a halt.

Luo Chongyang and Xiao Qianqiu both frowned, the True Qi in the field was too violent, and under such ferocity, even they could not sense the exact situation.

Xi Hafu watched the area of the True Qi blast, and after a moment, his pupils suddenly and slightly constricted.

Boom!

Just at that instant, the strong light akin to the sun shot up into the sky, and then as the light faded, amidst the rising dust and smoke, the scene within became blurry once more.

Shua!

At that instant, all eyes turned sharply, and under the gaze of those eyes, the dust gradually dispersed.

As the majestic smoke cleared, two silhouettes emerged faintly, and upon closer inspection, the figures standing amidst the storm were none other than An Jing and Zongzheng Huachun.

Everyone's hearts lifted as they watched the standoff in the center of the field.

The entire circumference of Ba Mountain became silent at this moment, with only the light wind brushing through the forests, causing a crisp rustling sound.

Crack! Crack!

This silence did not last for long until people heard faint cracking sounds from mid-air–everyone's gaze shifted abruptly.

That crisp sound was coming from An Jing's chest, followed by drops of blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth.

“Has the Ghost Swordsman been gravely injured!?” A somewhat sharp cry of alarm pierced the air at that moment.

The faces of the experts from the Demon Sect, including You Gai, Duanmu Xinghua, Ouyang Ping, and others changed dramatically.

Zhao Qingmei's breathing also became hurried–it looked like An Jing was at the end of his rope.

“It seems today will be your end,” Zongzheng Huachun said with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, “Heaven's misdeeds can be forgiven; self-inflicted misdeeds cannot live.”

After saying this, Zongzheng Huachun stretched out his palm, and the huge palm shadow behind him also reached out, smashing down like a massive mountain against An Jing below, its force like a thousand pounds, with An Jing appearing tiny beneath it, like a small boat rocking in a storm.

The Ghost Swordsman is finished!

That was the thought of almost everyone the moment that palm fell.

If the Ghost Swordsman died, what chance would the numerous experts of the Demon Sect have to survive?

Only Zhao Qingmei, gazing at that figure, felt an unexpectedly calm heart. She believed that An Jing must feel the same at this moment.

There was no fluctuation, only calm.

In An Jing's Dantian, True Qi surged like a torrent, unceasingly gushing forth, eventually flooding into every limb of his body.

With that majestic True Qi infusion, he felt his body brimming with strength.

An Jing began to grip the Dulu Sword in his hand tightly.

Only a sword is the closest thing to eternity, and a swordsman's life is often entwined with it.

With a sword in hand, proceed holding the sword; without a sword, proceed forgetting the sword–a swordsman himself is an unsheathed sharp sword.

Calm!

Nothing but calm!

It was like an ancient well undisturbed for a hundred years, its surface as clear as a mirror, without a single ripple.

At that moment, An Jing forgot the sword and even forgot himself.

Man and sword unite, and simultaneously, both sword and self are forgotten.

The Seventh Realm of Sword Dao, Unity of Man and Sword, Forgetting both Sword and Self.

Today, An Jing finally reached this realm.

In his eyes shone an indelible cold light, and his hand's sword corresponded brilliantly.

An Jing looked forward, his Dulu Sword cleaving towards the ground, and instantly, the void trembled madly. The Dulu Sword seemed like a world-ending sword, sweeping across the universe, purging everything in the world.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

To the incredulous gazes of the crowd, the peak of Ba Mountain that towered hundreds of meters high was completely leveled by this sword.

The remaining sword light continued towards Zongzheng Huachun, splitting the great grandmaster's body into two.

“How could it be so fast!?”

Surprise and disbelief filled Zongzheng Huachun's pupils, then that divine light gradually faded, and the two halves of his body heavily collapsed on the ground.

As the Land Immortal's life was extinguished amidst the sword light, it evaporated into smoke and clouds.

Chapter end