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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 5: [Seeking Immortality in the Eastern Sea]
Volume 5 (Pinyin): [Dong Hai xun xian]
Chapter 100 (537): [Yao Qian's Strongest State]
(100th of Volume 5)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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"Yao Qian is truly formidable, not to be underestimated."
Realizing he couldn't reach the scene in time, Li Weiyi didn't rush over immediately.
Instead, he used his Intent to guide the Dragon Soul into the depths of the sea while the Heavenly Sword Talisman flew forth from between his eyebrows.
The Hidden Lord, already clashing with Yang Yin, was closer and more experienced.
Accustomed to controlling the battlefield, he hurled the Prefectural Governor's Official Seal at Yao Qian.
Yao Qian's movements were mystical.
He dodged the Official Seal with a subtle shift of his body, then unleashed an icy palm strike that dimmed the Talisman Light, froze it into a crystalline shard, and sent it plummeting into the sea.
The Heavenly Sword Talisman was a single strike, its power comparable to a single attack from a Immortal Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivator.
Li Weiyi had never expected it to kill a Immortal Realm expert; merely stalling Yao Qian for a moment would be a victory.
As Yao Qian swung his sword at the Dragon Soul, he sensed a tremendous danger looming overhead.
A dense barrage of thunder and lightning descended.
Clearly, Yao Qian aimed to destroy the Dragon Soul, while Li Weiyi sought to shatter his Netherworld White Bone Dao Technique.
Each had their own tactical approach.
Forced into a defensive posture, Yao Qian pivoted and thrust his sword skyward.
"Whoosh!"
Forty thousand Immortal Sutra Scriptures surged upward with his sword qi and intent, like a reverse rainstorm, colliding head-on with the thunder and lightning unleashed by the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal.
"Boom!"
The house-sized Purple Heaven Thunder Seal crashed down, its impact creating a massive crater in the sea's surface.
A dense web of lightning blanketed several miles, resembling a vast purple sea, a truly awe-inspiring sight.
The power of the Myriad-Inscriptions Artifact was overwhelming.
Though Yao Qian evaded the artifact's seal itself, the thunderous strikes shattered his Protective Spiritual Qi, scorching his Spiritual Artifact robe black and forcing him to stagger backward repeatedly.
Li Weiyi, treading on a green mist, hovered above the purple sea of lightning, merging with the Dragon Soul that erupted from the depths.
"Yao Qian, show me your true strength! Only the Seventh-Grade Thousand-Inscriptions Armor you stole from Prince Mingjiao can withstand the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal!"
On Yao Qian's chest, the charred Spiritual Artifact robe crumbled into fingernail-sized black fragments, revealing scorched skin beneath.
He had never imagined being pushed to such a desperate situation against Li Weiyi, and his pride struggled to accept it.
Yao Qian glared at the figure in mid-air.
"You only managed to wound me because of your artifact's advantage. Without the Governor's Official Robe and the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal, how many of my sword strikes could you withstand?"
"You think this is all I've got?" Li Weiyi retorted.
Yao Qian wasn't one to boast.
He refused to risk further confrontation, knowing that even victory would come at a terrible cost.
"Hall Master Qing'an (Palace Master An), please suppress Li Weiyi! Capturing him would be a great achievement."
The Hidden Lord snorted coldly: "With the Jiu Li Chief personally intervening, Bodhisattva An is on the verge of collapse, unable to protect herself. You two won't be rescued. Today, this feud ends with a single strike of my sword."
Yao Qian and Yang Yin paled.
They had assumed An Xianjing was merely trying to avoid being manipulated by Yang Shenjing, explaining her reluctance to attack.
They never imagined Li Weiyi would summon the Jiu Li Chief himself.
Both men were exceptionally shrewd and decisive.
Activating their escape techniques, they fled in opposite directions.
"Still trying to escape?"
"Formation, activate!"
The Hidden Lord's Spiritual Light erupted like a blazing sun.
Instantly, Formation Plate patterns and Formation Scriptures materialized in the air above the sea.
As the mist gradually dissipated, twenty-four Otherworldly Coffins appeared, arranged in a circular formation across ten miles of ocean.
Each coffin served as a Formation Platform, intercepting the fleeing men.
Beneath the waves, a different configuration unfolded.
Li Weiyi released seven Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors, forming a Combined Attack Formation as he rode the Dragon Soul.
Raising the Myriad Manifestations Staff-Spear high, he enveloped the hundred-meter-long Dragon Soul in Formation Plate and Star Track Patterns.
This time, he engaged Yang Yin first.
Under the Combined Attack Formation, Yang Yin fought valiantly against nine opponents.
However, the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal shattered his Protective Spiritual Qi, forcing him to retreat with grievous injuries.
Li Weiyi pressed his advantage, drawing Yang Yin into the Sun, Moon, and Stars Grand Formation, where he unleashed a relentless barrage of sword strikes and spear thrusts.
The Dragon Soul's claws tore through Yang Yin's defenses, while the Seven Phoenix launched a coordinated assault.
Soon, Yang Yin's injuries numbered thirteen, far more severe than any he had sustained in his earlier clash with the Hidden Lord.
Li Weiyi and the Hidden Lord employed completely contrasting combat styles.
Li Weiyi's attacks were ferocious, his momentum overwhelming, and his fighting spirit soared to the heavens.
An Xianjing stood sixty miles away, observing the battle within the formation.
The scene left her deeply shaken.
Throughout her cultivation journey, she had heard legends of Dao Seed Realm cultivators defying the Immortal Realm, but today, she witnessed such a feat firsthand.
She recalled their encounter years ago outside Li Prefecture's Provincial City, when Li Weiyi had been a disheveled youth, barely able to stand on his own.
How had he reached such heights in just a few years?
Though he relied on powerful artifacts and strange insects, every True Disciple of the Ancient Sect possessed their own unique methods.
"He wasn't bluffing after all! Was his Ancestral Field truly destroyed? If not, why did he Seed Dao in his Wind Mansion? Ah..."
An Xianjing sighed softly, her mind drifting to impractical, illusory thoughts.
Unbeknownst to herself, she desperately longed to see Li Weiyi ascend to the Immortal Realm.
Whether Li Weiyi's Ancestral Field was truly damaged or whether he had broken through the shackles of his Wind Mansion, An Xianjing believed that witnessing him take that final step would bring her a unique sense of profound emotion and satisfaction.
At that moment, he would surely be capable of battling opponents two realms above his own, contending with the True Disciples of the Ancient Sect, and soaring through even greater realms of existence.
An Xianjing's tranquil thoughts drifted far away.
"Profound Nine Light Illuminations!"
Yang Yin's hair and beard flew wildly as he unleashed his most powerful Dao Technique sword strike.
A flash of profound light erupted from his body, drawing forth a waterfall of sword qi that slashed directly at Li Weiyi, who stood at the heart of the formation.
Li Weiyi neither dodged nor evaded, meeting the strike head-on with his Tai Yi Sea-Opening technique.
Another flash of profound light, and Yang Yin's second sword strike, even more ferocious than the first, instantly shattered the momentum of the Sun, Moon, and Stars Grand Formation.
Yang Yin roared like thunder, as if declaring to Li Weiyi, "I'm willing to trade my life for yours! If you push me too far, and we'll both perish!"
The Seven Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors were sent flying by the force of the second strike.
From Li Weiyi's Ancestral Field, over a dozen Spiritual Artifacts surged forth.
There were Thousand-Inscriptions Artifacts, such as Xie Chucai's Blood Pool Silver Sea battle blade and the Three-Eyed Chi Jiao's Wind-Thunder Banner. There were also Hundred-Character Artifacts, like Huang Xu's three swords.
Not a single one was ordinary; all were at least Ninth-Grade Hundred-Inscriptions Artifacts.
These artifacts barely managed to block the second strike.
Yang Yin's body erupted in a third flash of profound light, his entire being - hair, skin, and all - glowing with incandescent brilliance.
The third sword strike descended with unfathomable power, like a silver river cascading from the heavens, arcing across the celestial dome.
Li Weiyi braced the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal to block the sword strike, but the force sent him staggering backward.
His Blood Qi churned violently, his Protective Spiritual Qi shattered, and a sword gash appeared on his skin.
All his Spiritual Artifacts were sent flying in every direction.
'Could he truly have mastered the Profound Nine Light Illuminations? Each sword strike grows stronger. I can't possibly withstand all nine.'
Li Weiyi knew the desperate counterattacks of Immortal Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivators were terrifying, often capable of taking down opponents stronger than themselves.
Uncertain of Yang Yin's true strength, he secretly considered whether to temporarily avoid his full force.
But after the fourth flash of light, Yang Yin's fourth sword strike didn't target him.
Instead, it cleaved toward the Formation laid by the Hidden Lord.
'I almost fell for his bluff! If he had truly mastered the Nine Illuminations, this fourth strike would have been aimed at me, not used to break the Formation.'
Convinced Yang Yin had only mastered four sword strikes, Li Weiyi channeled Spiritual Qi into over a dozen Spiritual Artifacts, launching a massive counterattack.
"Crash!"
Yang Yin's fourth sword strike was devastatingly powerful.
It tore through the Formation's protective light, shattering an Otherworldly Coffin.
A breach appeared in the Formation.
"Swish! Swish..."
Yang Yin's eyes lit up with triumph as he manipulated over sixty thousand Immortal Sutra Scriptures to collide with the dozen Spiritual Artifacts hurtling toward him from behind.
His figure retreated explosively.
Li Weiyi slashed horizontally with his sword, cutting through the Immortal Sutra Scriptures and striking Yang Yin.
"Pfft!"
Yang Yin was sent flying dozens of meters, blood spurting from his mouth and nose.
After unleashing four desperate sword strikes powered by the Profound Nine Light Illuminations, Yang Yin was left severely weakened, unable to withstand Li Weiyi's relentless attack.
A gap had appeared in the formation, and Li Weiyi dared not give Yang Yin a moment to recover.
If he allowed him to activate his escape technique, their entire plan would be for naught.
"Whoosh!"
Li Weiyi moved like a phantom, agile as a dragon, his feet landing on the shadow of the Cauldron.
Yang Yin desperately swung his sword upward, but he clearly sensed a dragon claw emerging from the seawater beneath him, surrounded by swirling mist and crackling lightning.
Caught between two threats, he was overwhelmed.
"Bang!"
"Splurt!"
The dragon claw struck Yang Yin, sending him crashing back into the formation, his body bleeding profusely and wracked with unbearable pain.
As he was flung backward, his vision briefly went dark.
When his sight returned, he saw not Li Weiyi pursuing him, but Yao Qian, who had flown out of the formation's breach on his sword.
Yao Qian was encased in black armor, its surface densely covered with shimmering scriptures.
He glanced down at Yang Yin, who was plummeting back into the formation, sighed, and then fled without looking back.
There was no way to save him.
If they missed this chance to escape and were caught in a pincer attack by Li Weiyi and Li Songgu, neither of them would survive.
"Old Li, Yang Yin is yours!"
Li Weiyi gathered all his Spiritual Artifacts and the seven Strange Insects, then activated Space Evasion, reappearing several miles away in the void to intercept Yao Qian.
Seeing that Li Weiyi lacked the aid of a Dragon Soul and couldn't form a combined attack formation in time, Yao Qian judged this to be his only chance to kill him.
After all, given Li Weiyi's cultivation speed, even if his Martial-Mystic Path progress was hindered, his Psychic Power would rapidly ascend to the Holy Spiritual Master Realm.
With the Jiu Li Chief and Grand Palace Master protecting him, Li Weiyi's rising momentum had become unstoppable.
"Since you seek death, I shall grant it to you."
Dragon roars echoed from Yao Qian's body as he refined the five Dragon Tendons of Prince Mingjiao, greatly enhancing his physical strength.
His Seventh-Grade Thousand-Inscriptions Armor further amplified his defensive and explosive power.
"Sizzle!"
Li Weiyi summoned the Fusang Divine Tree Light Shadow, Wind Mansion Spiritual Qi surging forth in a torrent.
His Martial-Mystic Path and Psychic Power merged, coalescing into a massive, fiery grinding wheel that collided with Yao Qian's incoming attack.
"You're strong - stronger than even the True Disciples of the Ancient Sects. But strength alone can't overcome the Dao Seed Realm."
Yao Qian's momentum remained unbroken, shattering the Karma Burning Wheel.
He spread the fingers of his right hand.
The black-armored fingers transformed into razor-sharp Flood Dragon claws, striking down toward Li Weiyi's head.
Li Weiyi's eyes remained calm as he retreated with practiced footwork, his hands releasing Spiritual Qi and his brow emitting Spiritual Light.
His Intent erupted, fully controlling the flames, entering a state of absolute focus where only he and his enemy existed.
The Karma Burning Wheel, torn in two by Yao Qian, transformed into a Seven-Clawed Flame Heavenly Dragon on the left and a Three-Legged Golden Crow on the right.
The Seven-Clawed Flame Heavenly Dragon coiled upward, soaring toward Yao Qian.
Each of its seven claws struck with a different technique.
Yao Qian, enveloped by the Dragon Shadow, sensed the formidable power of Li Weiyi's Martial-Mystic Intent combined with his secret techniques.
The dragon's flames burned with terrifying heat, and its strength was overwhelming.
Even his cultivated Netherworld White Bone defenses might not withstand it.
"Boom!"
Empowered by his armor, Yao Qian seized the dragon, shattering it into scattered fire clouds.
But...
The Golden Crow shrieked, diving from above.
One claw gripped Yao Qian's head, while the other two seized his legs, attempting to tear him apart.
The Hidden Lord, having immobilized Yang Yin with a Body-Fixing Talisman, rushed to the scene.
He froze in horror at the sight.
The entire sky blazed with flames, resembling the true Golden Crow's majestic descent.
Its wings shimmered brilliantly, and its piercing cry shook the heavens.
Had Yao Qian not worn his treasured armor, he would have been torn to shreds.
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