The faces of the three changed drastically, all in anger. They hadn't made a move, yet the opponent was so aggressive, ignoring even the tribulation lightning and preemptively attacking them.
"Such audacity from a mere junior!"
"Insolent junior!"
"Rebellious disciple, courting death!"
Even with such angry shouts, after all, the three were seasoned cultivators. Faced with that formidable light point, they were not careless.
Mo Wuchang, holding a black bone staff, rapidly chanted spells, the hollow eye sockets of the skull at the staff's tip flaring with ghostly flames.
Black mist surged out like boiling tar, condensing in the air into a thick wall of fog. Countless small skulls emerged vaguely from the mist, emitting a piercing shriek, attempting to block the light point.
Meanwhile, the Bloodthirsty Demon Monarch swung the Blood Soul Banner in his hand with the force of a windmill, the banner flapping fiercely.
The countless patterns of vengeful spirits on it seemed to come alive, transforming into blood-red ghostly figures, wailing mournfully as they charged from the banner, rapidly coalescing in the air to form a barrier as thick as blood.
On the barrier, the blood light shimmered, revealing countless sinister faces twisting and struggling within, emanating a chilling aura of blood and death.
The Emotionless Daoist, laughing in extreme anger:
"Rebellious disciple, just a mere Golden Core, yet you dream of killing enemies against the odds, how arrogant!"
"Watch me suppress you!"
With that, he tossed out a small, ancient-looking bell.
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The small bell elongated in the wind, instantly transforming into a gigantic black bell. On its surface, complex runes seemed to come alive, emitting deep, profound light, exuding a heavy, suppressing aura.
The black bell hung in mid-air, trembling slightly, emitting a low hum, seemingly freezing the surrounding air.
...
However, Chen Sheng looked calmly at the responses of the three, and don't be fooled by him making just one strike; it was a lethal attack!
This sword strike was his "Life-Annihilating Sword," realized over seventy years of comprehension, merging the essence of his Sword Dao from two lifetimes.
As a Sword Dao Genius, over the years, Chen Sheng had pondered over the sword technique Chen Xihua demonstrated that day.
Although he hadn't grasped the core power of the Void Destruction Dao Principle, he had comprehended the penetration Dao principle prototype, and perfectly integrated it into his sword technique to create this unique strike.
...
The seemingly weak light point was like the most lethal meteor in the dark night, silently streaking through the void, carrying an irresistible penetrating force, directly crashing toward the defenses of the three.
The next moment, Mo Wuchang's sneer froze on his face, replaced by incredulous shock.
He witnessed the black mist barrier, strong enough to fend off a full-force strike from a Mid-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, was easily pierced like paper before the light point, without any hindrance.
The black mist churned violently, but could not affect the light point at all. The skull at the top of the staff let out a desperate wail, and the ghostly flames instantly dimmed.
Mo Wuchang was utterly terrified: "How is this possible!"
His body instinctively retreated rapidly, desperately channeling spiritual power from within to form another defense, but it was all too late.
The malice in Bloodthirsty's eyes was instantly replaced by fear:
"What is this?"
He stared at the light point penetrating through the black mist, heading toward his blood-colored barrier, a chill like never before rising in his heart.
He frantically urged the Blood Soul Banner, trying to make the blood barrier more solid, yet the ghostly figures screamed tragically and scattered as the light point approached like encountering their nemesis.
The blood light on the blood barrier dimmed at a visible speed, and the light point sliced through the barrier like a hot knife through butter, continuing to shoot toward him without suspense.
Terrified out of his wits, Bloodthirsty tried to mobilize mana for an instantaneous void movement to evade, only to find the light point closely following, piercing through the void even faster.
Emotionless Daoist's eyes also showed immense shock. He sensed the terrifying penetration power within the light point, a force seemingly capable of destroying all defenses, ignoring any obstacles.
Hurriedly forming a spell gesture, he tried to make the black bell emit a defensive or countering sound, yet the profound light on the bell melted rapidly before the light point like ice and snow under the scorching sun.
The light point directly struck the black bell, emitting a crisp "ding."
The black bell vibrated violently, the runes on its surface shattering, the profound light vanishing completely, and the massive bell shrank back into the small bell, plummeting to the ground with a mournful sound.
No matter how the three were terrified beyond belief, how they desperately channeled all their divine techniques and mana to resist, the light point continued its unstoppable momentum, easily piercing through their Dharma Body defenses.
The three only felt a chill in their chests, indescribable pain instantly spreading throughout their bodies, the flow of spiritual power within abruptly stalled.
"No!"
"How is this possible!"
In utter horror, they looked down to see the light point penetrating through their chests, leaving a tiny bloody hole.
In their dantians, the Nascent Souls of the three simultaneously sensed a deadly threat, fearfully attempting to escape outside their bodies.
Yet the light point, as it pierced through the Dharma Body, had already surged into their dantians.
The several-inch-sized Demonic Nascent Souls let out despairing screams, but could not escape, instantly pierced through the center by the light point, turning into dead infants.
In mid-air, the black bone staff, Blood Soul Banner, and the small bell simultaneously emitted sorrowful sounds, losing their spirituality, dropping to the ground, their brilliance completely dimmed.
Chen Sheng chuckled lightly, his voice plain but carrying an unquestionable dominance:
"Although this sword strike isn't perfect, it's enough to slaughter ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators."
The penetration Dao principle prototype contained in this sword, while breaking someone's Dharma Body, continues to penetrate the Nascent Soul, leaving no chance for escape.
It has an extremely restraining effect on the void shuttling technique that Nascent Soul cultivators rely on for their lives.
Even among Late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, it is formidable enough to dominate, being an ace in the hole for dealing with these three Nascent Soul early-stage cultivators, it was a massacre.
...
Soon, Chen Sheng lightly waved his sleeve, within which the Yin Yang Qi twisted like two agile little dragons, swirling outward.
The nearly intact Tier Four Dharma Bodies of Mo Wuchang, Bloodthirsty, and the Emotionless Daoist, the Nascent Soul remnant cores forcibly captured before collapsing, along with the three ownerless Tier Four Spiritual Treasures...
Under the wrapping of Yin Yang Qi, they gradually shrank, as if drawn by an invisible force, flying into his sleeve and disappearing.
After doing all this, Chen Sheng looked up at the still turbulent thunderclouds above, a flash of brilliance in his eyes.
He waved his sleeve again, and the Cyan Nether Sword behind him let out a crisp sword cry, soaring out as a cyan rainbow.
In mid-air, the Cyan Nether Sword instantly split into three hundred sixty-five sword lights, each containing pure Sword Intent, arranging themselves according to the positions of the Circulation Stars, evolving into a massive Circulation Refining Form Sword Array.
Upon completion of the sword array, a powerful suction was emitted from within, drawing the thunderclouds above the sky as if pulled by an invisible force, sweeping them into the sword array like a tide.
Countless lightning bolts raged, collided, and vanished within the sword array, emitting deafening roars.
However, under the refinement of the Circulation Refining Form Sword Array, the violent lightning energy was quickly sorted and purified, converting into the purest Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, continually pouring into the three hundred sixty-five sword lights, making the lights even more radiant and condensed.
Moments later, the thunderclouds were utterly refined, and the sky returned to clarity.
The three hundred sixty-five sword lights converged once more, reforming into the Cyan Nether Sword, flying back into Chen Sheng's hand, the sword's surface glowing brilliantly, teeming with Spiritual Qi, evidently having enhanced in power.
Chen Sheng grasped the Cyan Nether Sword, sensing the surging power within, his smile broadening. Without lingering, his figure shifted, disappearing in an instant from the original spot like an instantaneous movement.
In the next moment, he appeared on the distant horizon, swiftly heading towards the direction of the Three Sects, where Mo Wuchang, Bloodthirsty, and the Emotionless Daoist were.
Although the biggest fish had been caught, the little fish and shrimps were still worth something!
After several days passed.
The three Nascent Soul Sects within the Jiang Country had long lost their former imposing presence, leaving only devastation to tell the tale of their downfall in the cold wind.
The majestic White Bone City of the Black Evil Sect had collapsed more than halfway, with the remaining black demonic qi resembling thin black fog lingering between the broken walls, lacking its former ferocious life-devouring nature, now more like rootless duckweed, dispersing a bit with a gust of wind.
The scene at the Blood Soul Sect was even more tragic; the large blood-colored pool that once nourished the Blood Soul Banner had completely dried up, with the bottom cracked with web-like patterns.
On the altar by the pool, the tattered blood-colored banner swayed in the wind, with the once ferocious ghostly shadows imprinted on it fading to a light red, devoid of any creepy aura that ensnared living souls.
On the other hand, the Heartless Hall of the Path of Emotion Destruction, though not as dilapidated as the previous two sects, exuded a sense of desolation.
The hall doors were wide open, and the gilded characters "Path of Emotion Destruction" on the door lintel had mostly peeled off, revealing the dark wood beneath.
The inside of the hall was empty; the jade shelves that were once filled with scriptures and the stone platform that displayed magical artifacts... now only empty shells remained.
Chen Sheng stood atop the Heartless Hall, enveloped in a faint glow of treasure light.
"The accumulation of the Three Great Sects over the centuries is quite considerable."
"Swish—"
With a light sweep of his sleeves, three streaks of light flew out from his sleeve, pausing momentarily in the air.
On the left was the Black Bone Staff of the Black Evil True Monarch, the black qi entwining the staff long dispersed, only the skull at the top still retained a faint trace of demonic light in its eye sockets.
In the middle was the Blood Soul Banner of the Blood Soul True Monarch; though damaged, one could still faintly sense the blood fiend power condensed within the banner.
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On the right was the dark-colored small bell of the Emotionless Daoist, the runes of emotion destruction engraved on its surface dim and devoid of light.
These three Tier Four Spiritual Treasures, now ownerless, had become Chen Sheng's spoils of war.
Chen Sheng's gaze swept over the three spiritual treasures, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes:
"The materials used to refine these three spiritual treasures are remarkable, just perfect for extracting and refining my Cyan Nether Sword."
With a thought, the three streaks of light flew into his storage ring.
This storage ring was now stuffed to the brim; besides the three spiritual treasures, there was a pile of spirit stones like a mountain—among them, many high-grade spirit stones rich in spiritual qi, and even a few top-grade spirit stones.
Dozens of common Tier Four spirit grasses, with crystalline dew still clinging to their leaves, evidently freshly picked from the sect's secret realm's spirit fields...
These resources were enough for Chen Sheng to enhance his cultivation without worry in a short time, no longer fretting over a scarcity of resources.
He lifted his head towards the east, where the vast Great Wilderness lay.
Chen Sheng murmured in his heart:
"Now that the Nascent Soul is formed, and resources are abundant, the karmic ties of this world are clear. Next, it's time to head to the Great Wilderness!"
However, before heading to the Great Wilderness, concealing his tracks was an essential step.
Chen Sheng's hands swiftly formed a seal, his fingertips slicing through the void as strange light blue runes appeared out of thin air, carved with complex patterns.
He chanted the secret technique's mantra in a low, clear voice:
"Four Seas for concealment, untouched by all laws, the divine soul changes form, mana hides its shape..."
As the mantra concluded, the light blue runes seemed to come to life, slowly flying into his body, merging into his skin.
A faint glow radiated from Chen Sheng's body, and the sharp aura of a Sword Cultivator, like being drowned by the tide, gradually dissipated, replaced by a calm, ordinary mana fluctuation akin to a Loose Cultivator.
Not too strong, not too weak, just enough to reach mid-stage Foundation Establishment, drawing no attention or suspicion.
His appearance and divine soul fluctuation subtly transformed within the gentle light...
Soon, Chen Sheng was no longer the formidable Sword Cultivator who slew three Nascent Soul True Monarchs with a single sword at Qingxi Market but instead resembled a well-traveled, world-weary middle-aged Loose Cultivator, blending effortlessly into the crowd.
Even the Cyan Nether Sword at his waist was shrouded in a layer of light blue spiritual light, the original flowing cloud patterns on the sword's surface concealed, making it indistinguishable as a Tier Four Spirit Sword.
After ensuring that no trace could be tracked and concluding all ends, Chen Sheng melded into the crowd of ordinary cultivators, flying eastward.
Along the way, he encountered numerous cultivators, including sect disciples traveling in pairs, medicine gatherers with herb baskets, and merchants riding spiritual birds.
Most merely glanced at Chen Sheng before looking away—after all, a middle-aged Loose Cultivator with average cultivation was hardly noteworthy.
Some cultivators even passed by him, smiling and cupping their hands in greeting, politely asking if he needed company.
Chen Sheng replied with a cheerful smile and politely declined.
No one would imagine that this seemingly ordinary, slightly gentle middle-aged cultivator was the "Killing Star" who had recently slain three Nascent Soul True Monarchs with one sword and swept through the Three Great Sects at Qingxi Market.
While flying, Chen Sheng's thoughts raced, his gaze fixed on the mountains and forests rapidly passing below, a clear plan already forming in his mind:
"I comprehended the Path of Void in my previous life, and now I've grasped the embryonic form of the Penetration Dao Principle."
"With a deep enough understanding of the void, there is no need to spend time further studying the Void Skill; as long as enough mana is accumulated, I can steadily progress from Nascent Soul Early-stage to Nascent Soul Great Perfection."
He stroked the storage ring at his waist, feeling the vast resources within, a glint of confidence in his eyes:
"With the resources of the Three Great Sects supporting me, in at most a few decades, my cultivation can break through to mid-stage Nascent Soul—perhaps even faster if those top-grade spirit stones are refined."
However, enhancing cultivation was not the only goal.
Gripping the sword hilt, Chen Sheng mused inwardly:
"Next, the main focus is on understanding the Penetration Dao Principle; although this principle isn't as profound as the Yin Yang or Five Elements Dao Principles, it excels in low comprehension barriers, and I have quite a talent for it."
This talent, naturally, was brought by being a[Sword Dao Genius]—whether understanding sword techniques or the Dao principles related to the sword, he was several tens or even hundreds of times faster than ordinary cultivators.
Chen Sheng's gaze grew ever more resolute:
"Once I fully comprehend the Penetration Dao Principle, I will be able to resonate with heaven and earth through this principle, perceiving the opportunities for Primordial Spirit between heaven and earth, laying the foundation for breaking through to Divinity Transformation."
"As for those high-level profound principles like Yin Yang and Five Elements, there's no need to rush; it's not too late to gradually comprehend them once I've cultivated the Primordial Spirit."
With this thought, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"In this way, this human body of mine might step into the Divinity Transformation Realm earlier than that Demon Race body with the Half-Saint Bloodline."
His demon race Yin Soul remained cultivating in the Yin Yang Grotto Heaven, even with the Half-Saint Bloodline's blessing, it needed to balance the fusion of Yin Yang Qi.
Meanwhile, this human Yang Soul, with a clear path and abundant resources, might indeed surpass in the future.