My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult-Chapter 293 - : The Land Immortal Finally Emerges

Chapter 293: Chapter 293: The Land Immortal Finally Emerges

Two days later.

Through the endless northwestern wastelands, across boundless expanses of flat sand, devoid of human life, with withered grass and broken tumbleweeds, the mournful cries of wild geese pierced the desolation.

A streak of red brilliance flitted by, heading straight for the border of Yan Country.

It was a gigantic flying bird, its entire body pulsating with strands of red arc light, burning like flames, its wings spread so wide they seemed to eclipse the sun and intimidate the world.

This was indeed the exotic beast, Honghu.

An Jing sat cross-legged on the back of the Honghu, circulating his True Qi to shield against the fierce cold wind ahead.

Zhao Qingmei’s jade arms were tightly wrapped around An Jing’s waist from behind; her fullness and softness rubbed against him incessantly, causing his mind to wander restlessly.

An Jing said softly, “Once we pass the border ahead, we will soon reach Dongluo Pass.”

The speed of the Honghu was very fast, even three parts faster than the Black Flood Dragon, and most importantly, it could fly at a much higher altitude, meaning there was no concern about being detected or discovered.

“How soon is very soon?”

Zhao Qingmei gently bit An Jing’s ear, then exhaled a warm breath, causing a tickling sensation in his heart.

An Jing said, “About half a day, I guess.”

Zhao Qingmei glanced at the sky and said, “That long, huh?”

Dongluo Pass was a very special place to her.

Having spent ten years there, she inevitably harbored emotions for it.

An Jing just smiled and did not engage in the conversation.

Zhao Qingmei hugged An Jing even tighter and said, “But being with brother, any amount of time doesn’t feel too long.”

An Jing said, “You’re squeezing me so tightly I can’t breathe.”

Zhao Qingmei became even more domineering upon hearing this, squeezing him harder as the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, “Aren’t you the head coach of eighty billion elite soldiers? Can’t you withstand this much strength?”

An Jing turned back and looked into her affectionate eyes and the slightly flushed cheeks, “Don’t think about anything naughty.”

“I’m not,” she said.

But Zhao Qingmei then bit down on An Jing’s shoulder.

An Jing asked in confusion, “Why are you biting me?”

“Because I feel like it!”

Zhao Qingmei huffed and pulled out a miscellaneous record book, no longer paying attention to him.

An Jing looked at the bite mark on his shoulder, somewhat bewildered.

With every flap of the Honghu’s wings, it soared dozens of feet. Whenever the True Qi in its inner core was depleted, it would stop to absorb True Qi for recovery.

The closer they got to the border of Yan Country and Houjin, the more panic-stricken the people became. The sharp edge of Houjin’s military threat caused alarm to all the citizens of Yan Country, a panic that had spread to every corner. Noble families and wealthy merchants fled en masse, and the commoners too commenced a large-scale migration.

Even in the cities along the Beihuang Dao, chaos had erupted on a grand scale, with many taking advantage of the confusion to loot and plunder. Many affluent and reputable families suffered calamities as a result.

The Daoist Master of Beihuang Dao, Li Liang, actively maintained public order and even dispatched soldiers to block the fleeing crowds, but to little avail.

For the more he did so, the greater the pressure and panic he inflicted on the populace, which only further convinced them that the barbarians from the great steppes were about to descend southward.

Suddenly, a dark cloud hung over the entire region of Beihuang Dao.

Soon, the Honghu arrived at the foot of Dongluo Pass.

This fortress, once famous throughout the land, now lay desolate and lifeless, utterly lacking vitality.

Standing on the back of the Honghu, Zhao Qingmei surveyed the walls of Dongluo Pass below, and a cold light suddenly flashed in her phoenix eyes.

An Jing looked over as well, his brow deeply furrowing.

In the moonlight, outside the walls of Dongluo Pass there was a mass grave constructed of bones.

White skull mountains piled upon each other, surrounded by barren land and scattered, severed bones. A few black crows perched atop the dead trees, emitting eerie cries, casting a stark and formidable presence over Dongluo Pass, reminiscent of Fengdu Hell.

It was harrowing!

Shocking!

When they evacuated Dongluo Pass back then, although many experts from the Demon Sect had retreated, there were still some who remained, mostly merchants who had established their roots in Dongluo Pass.

These people clung to a shred of hope, wishing to continue surviving under the rule of Houjin, as they had invested half their lives here.

Apparently, they had overestimated the humanity of the Houjin barbarians. After the Houjin army took over Dongluo Pass, they greedily drained the last vestiges of life from the city, and subsequently, this once-mighty fortress suffered a massacre, with its citizens’ bodies built into a monument to flaunt the military achievements of Houjin.

Zhao Qingmei’s heart felt cold inside.

An Jing thought of Jun Qinglin’s corpse, his brow knitting into the shape of the character ‘川’.

The brutality of Houjin was clear for all to see.

Zhao Qingmei took a deep breath, adjusted her emotions, and said, “Let’s go, we’ll head to the Sealing Demon Well first.”

Suddenly, the Honghu spread its wings and soared high, heading in the direction of the Sealing Demon Well.

The yellow sand stretched endlessly, carrying a penetratingly cold wind. Gusts lifted whirls of yellow sand into the air, and sand dunes leaped with the wind-borne dust. Amid the howling, the lamentation of death reverberated, the air thick with the suffocation of oblivion.

Before they knew it, the two had arrived at the former desert location of the Sealing Demon Platform.

Now, the Sealing Demon Platform was also a ruin, scoured clean by the Houjin army. Anything of value had been taken, leaving only a few soldiers guarding near the Sealing Demon Well.

It was said that the Sealing Demon Well was a top-secret location of the Demon Sect. Masters from the Great Snow Mountain would naturally not let it go unchecked. Many Grandmasters ventured deep inside to uncover its secrets, but the vast majority returned empty-handed.

Because of the formations within the Sealing Demon Well, no one dared to enter it again.

“I’ll go and kill them.”

Zhao Qingmei stated indifferently, and without waiting for An Jing to speak, her figure leaped, as if black lotuses bloomed beneath her feet.

Though Zhao Qingmei had not reached the Sixth Realm, her sword technique had attained the Fifth Realm, making her a rarity in the current age.

At this moment, several Houjin soldiers were sitting around a campfire, drinking heavily, with smug expressions on their faces.

“The skin of Yan Country women is so tender, touching them feels like touching water.”

“Right, especially the servant girls and young ladies from the large clans in Yan Country, they’re irresistibly alluring.”

“You must not have seen Yan Country women. That woman last night was tossed around until nearly dead, her cries kept me awake all night. She might as well be dead.”

“What’s there to be afraid of? When we march south, women like that will be everywhere. We can play with them however we like.”

……

Their words were smug and presumptuous, treating women as mere toys to be played with at their whim.

Just then, a soldier of the Sixth Grade Cultivation heard footsteps and looked in that direction.

Amid the gravel, a cloud of black mist was approaching them, its contents unclear.

“Who goes there!?”

The soldier called out loudly upon spotting it.

The other soldiers were startled and turned to look.

“Your killer.”

Zhao Qingmei said flatly.

As she finished speaking, numerous cold sword lights surged around her, attacking like a tornado.

“Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!”

Wherever the sword light passed, sprays of blood surged forth.

Several Houjin soldiers fell to the ground, turning into puddles of blood, clearly visible in the firelight.

The black mist gradually dissipated, revealing Zhao Qingmei’s exceedingly icy countenance.

She was somewhat annoyed in her heart. If only she had managed to hold Dongluo Pass and resisted the Houjin army back then, perhaps the subsequent events wouldn’t have occurred.

But such are the helpless realities of the human world.

An Jing approached and said, “Delays may bring trouble, so let’s go meet Nan Weiping first.”

Zhao Qingmei nodded, and the two walked towards the Sealing Demon Well.

The Sealing Demon Well was still shrouded in darkness, bottomless to the eye.

An Jing took Zhao Qingmei’s hand, and after exchanging a glance, they jumped into the Sealing Demon Well together.

Upon entering, they felt a faint pressure, but as the “Nameless Heart Scripture” activated, the pressure gradually disappeared.

Surprised, Zhao Qingmei said, “Your heart method can neutralize the pressure beneath the Sealing Demon Well?”

“Mhm.”

An Jing nodded. “This ‘Nameless Heart Scripture’ is still missing the ‘Beidou Seven Stars Technique’ from Zhenyi Sect. Once I gather the complete scripture, I can transcribe it. Then you can cultivate it.”

Zhao Qingmei shook her head. “Forget it, I’ll stick to cultivating the ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture.’

The key to cultivating martial arts heart methods lies in concentration, not quantity. She had been cultivating the ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture’ for years, and now that she had reached the Eighth Layer, she might reach the Ninth and Tenth Layers in the future. Reaching the highest level might not be inferior to An Jing’s ‘Nameless Heart Scripture.'”

Moreover, cultivating the ‘Nameless Heart Scripture’ would require starting from scratch, consuming too much time and effort.

An Jing said no more, and they continued into the Sealing Demon Well.

As the ‘Nameless Heart Scripture’ dissolved all the pressure, they quickly arrived at the cave entrance.

The dark cave was silent, with only the faint glow of a fire starter emitting light. This eerie quiet was somewhat frightening.

The dim light revealed Nan Weiping tied up with Nine Heavens Profound Iron, sitting motionless on the ground.

Nan Weiping opened her eyes and looked at the couple before her, speaking faintly, “Roughly twenty-seven days ago, a Second Qi Grandmaster entered the Sealing Demon Well, cultivating a top-notch Body Refining Skill.”

“Thirteen days ago, a Five Qi Grandmaster also entered the Sealing Demon Well, just one step short of reaching the entrance to this cave. This person is steadfast in mind; in the end, I had to apply some pressure to force that Five Qi Grandmaster back.”

“It seems, the main temple of the Demon Sect has been breached.”

After uttering that last sentence, Nan Weiping turned her murky gaze towards Zhao Qingmei.

Five Qi Grandmaster!?

An Jing frowned upon hearing this. A Five Qi Grandmaster from Houjin had come to this place, could it be Zongzheng Huachun?

Zhao Qingmei’s red lips parted slightly as she whispered softly, “Three hundred thousand troops from Houjin, along with several Grandmaster experts, are advancing.”

Nan Weiping indifferently responded, “What of three hundred thousand troops? When Dongluo Pass was first established, five hundred thousand soldiers of the Great Qin Tiger Guards besieged the city, with a Great Grandmaster commanding the Central Army. What happened in the end?”

Indeed, when the Demon Sect first set up the sect at Dongluo Pass, they faced oppression, especially from the Human Emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty, who dispatched countless experts and a large army.

Outer Heaven, how could there be a heaven above the Great Qin Dynasty’s heaven?

This was nothing short of a defiance of the Great Qin Dynasty’s laws and authority!

But in the end, the first Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect who established Outer Heaven, the renowned Great Grandmaster expert, single-handedly charged into the midst of three hundred thousand soldiers, driving back the Great Grandmaster and the three hundred thousand troops of the Great Qin Dynasty at that time.

As a result, Outer Heaven’s reputation thoroughly shook the world, attracting countless experts to Dongluo Pass, desiring to join Outer Heaven.

That was the most glorious era of the Demon Sect, when they even overshadowed the Mystical Sect and the Buddhist sects, becoming the foremost sect in the world.

Nan Weiping looked at Zhao Qingmei, her words cold, “Trash! Among over thirty generations of Sect Hierarchs from Outer Heaven, only you have lost Dongluo Pass.”

Zhao Qingmei looked back at Nan Weiping’s icy gaze, her eyebrows rising slightly.

She wanted to say something, but found that anything she could say would seem pale and powerless.

It was under her watch that Dongluo Pass was lost.

An Jing said calmly, “There are limits to human effort.”

Nan Weiping scoffed, “Those are all just excuses.”

“You’re right, they are excuses.”

An Jing didn’t argue further, “We, as a couple, did not come here today to argue with you.”

As he spoke, the Dulu Sword in An Jing’s hand stirred.

A faint glimmer of firelight followed, and the Sword Light emerged, casting a piercing coldness in the cave.

“The Dulu Sword!?”

Upon seeing that sword emanating Sword Qi, Nan Weiping’s eyes lit up, and she promptly stood up.

The iron chains clanged and jangled, producing a grating sound.

Among all the famous swords in the world, only the Dulu Sword could generate Sword Qi, how could Nan Weiping not know this?

The Dulu Sword, known as the number one sword in the world and the sharpest of them all, the only sword that can cut through Nine Heavens Profound Iron.

Her heart began to throb chaotically at the revelation.

An Jing held the Dulu Sword before him and stated, “Now I can sever Nine Heavens Profound Iron and set you free, but you must agree to two conditions.”

“Two conditions?”

Nan Weiping burst into laughter, suppressing the thrill in her heart, “Speak then, let me hear them.”

An Jing got straight to the point, “First, remove the constraints upon my wife’s Demon Seed, and second, do not become an enemy to Outer Heaven or to us as a couple.”

Releasing this old monster, even if she wasn’t at the peak of her power, would still represent an unbeatable force in the world today. If she turned against An Jing and Zhao Qingmei, it would be nearly impossible for the couple to fight back.

“I can agree to the second condition, but as for the first,”

Nan Weiping glanced at Zhao Qingmei and said, “Do you truly wish to erase the mark of the Demon Seed? Your current Cultivation reaching the peak of Third Qi Grandmaster is not solely due to your talent and Root Bone.”

Zhao Qingmei looked at Nan Weiping, remaining silent.

It must be said, the Demon Seed not only advanced her Cultivation dramatically but also significantly increased her power.

With the Demon Seed, she could nearly endlessly draw upon the Cultivation of Nan Weiping.

This method of rapidly enhancing power was faster than any other in the world.

Especially drawing from the Cultivation of the Great Grandmaster before her, once Nan Weiping’s life and Dao ended, all her Cultivation would fall to her.

What an opportunity this was!

In an instant, a tumultuous wave surged in Zhao Qingmei’s heart.

But she also understood clearly that potential dangers lurked within, and when the Heart Demon took shape, she questioned whether she could control it.

An Jing, who stood beside her, added, “Without removing the Demon Seed, you will succumb to demonic possession.”

“Cultivating to the highest realm of the ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture’ is to embrace demonhood, and that is the ultimate realm of the Demon Path.”

Nan Weiping watched Zhao Qingmei with a cold sneer, “Do you still remember what I told you? Without embracing demonhood, how can one see one’s true self? One must be willing to walk the path of demons to attain the truth of the self.”

“The fear within you now will transform into the darkness that will devour you when you reach the highest realm of cultivation.”

An Jing remained silent because he did not know how to refute her.

Outer Heaven is known as the Demon Sect largely because cultivators of Outer Heaven increase their cultivation too rapidly, leading to a flawed mental state. Many experts ultimately perished due to succumbing to demonic madness.

Only those true experts who have captured their Heart Demons and beheld their true selves are considered the real masters of the Demon Path.

Therefore, it is said that there are many experts in the Demon Sect, but very few stand at the summit of the mountain.

Although Jun Qinglin is a Five Qi Grandmaster, he did not cultivate the Demon Sect’s techniques or martial arts, but instead his own creation, the ‘Inquiry of Heaven’ scripture.

The Demon Sect itself is on the path of unorthodoxy.

After a long while, Zhao Qingmei turned to Nan Weiping, “If I completely embrace demonhood and lose my mind, at that time, all my cultivation will feed back to you. Then, not only could you recover your full cultivation, but there might even be a chance for you to progress further. Am I right?”

Through her recent studies, Zhao Qingmei had begun to understand some mysteries of the Demon Seed.

Nan Weiping tampering with her Demon Seed surely wasn’t for no reason nor solely for Zhao Qingmei’s benefit. There had to be some hidden tricks, some of which she had also discovered.

The more she received Nan Weiping’s cultivation, the faster her inner demon would materialize. Upon Nan Weiping’s death, she would instantly acquire all of her cultivation—then, the Heart Demon would vastly amplify, becoming a fully-formed Heart Demon.

With her current mentality and personal cultivation, she was simply incapable of controlling a fully-formed Heart Demon.

However, slowly accepting Nan Weiping’s cultivation presented a great chance to control her fully-formed Heart Demon. And without a doubt, that was a gamble against Nan Weiping.

If she won, she would obtain all of Nan Weiping’s cultivation; if she lost, then her own cultivation would entirely feed back into Nan Weiping.

Nan Weiping did not deny it and indifferently said, “It all depends on whether you can perceive your true self.”

An Jing narrowed his eyes. Initially, he had wanted to rescue Nan Weiping and remove the handiwork done on the Demon Seed. Initially, Zhao Qingmei had the same thought, but as time passed, her ideas subtly changed.

She was a very self-confident woman, even to the point of being somewhat paranoid and self-absorbed.

She would certainly believe that she could capture her own restlessness and control her own Heart Demon.

And believing in oneself, at times, could be the greatest mistake.

In this world, those who drown are often skilled swimmers, and those who are unafraid of death tend to die the fastest.

“Very well.”

Zhao Qingmei regarded Nan Weiping with a smile, “Senior truly has bestowed upon me a favorable turn of events.”

“Hahahahaha.”

Upon hearing this, Nan Weiping couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “That’s more like it—one of us in the Demon Path, not like that boy, always looking before and behind, too timid to act even if a mountain of gold laid before him and he couldn’t recognize it.”

As she laughed heartily, even the iron chains shook.

An Jing looked seriously into her eyes, “Do you really want to do this?”

Zhao Qingmei took a deep breath and calmly said, “Husband, I know you are worried about me, but please believe in me.”

No one is untempted by the cultivation of the Great Grandmaster Realm. For hundreds of years, numerous Five Qi Grandmasters have failed in breaking through that barrier, and now this opportunity was before Zhao Qingmei’s eyes. If she were to give up, she felt she would regret it.

An Jing spoke gravely, “With your aptitude and current cultivation, you also have a great chance of reaching the Great Grandmaster.”

“Time waits for no one.”

Zhao Qingmei said, “How much time do we have left now? With Houjin moving south, if Yan Country falls, it would spell another calamity for Outer Heaven. Moreover, the ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture’ I am cultivating will lead me to embrace demonhood upon reaching the Tenth Layer, and Heart Demons will emerge in me too. It’s just a matter of time before they become fully-formed. This is inevitable.”

An Jing understood in his heart and heaved a deep sigh.

Zhao Qingmei was no frail woman; she was not willing nor would she hide under his protective wings.

After all, she was the Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect!

Seeing this, a smile appeared at the corner of Nan Weiping’s lips.

Having lived with Zhao Qingmei for months, she understood her temperament and had guessed that she would make such a decision.

Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing, “Husband, rescue Senior Nan. After all, I promised her once.”

“Alright then.”

An Jing turned to Nan Weiping, “I will use this Dulu Sword to sever these iron chains now. Don’t forget what you’ve said.”

“Rest assured,” Nan Weiping jangled the chains, reminding him. “While your Dulu Sword can easily cut through the Nine Heavens Profound Iron chains, you must also sever the Heart Demon Seal layered upon the chains.”

An Jing raised an eyebrow, “Heart Demon Seal?”

Nan Weiping glanced at An Jing and said, “Of course it’s not a fully-formed Heart Demon, just a wisp of your own Heart Demon, barely considered a small Heart Demon. Just make sure, boy, you don’t capsize.”

Although both were of Three Qi Cultivation, Nan Weiping held doubts about An Jing’s mental resilience.

Perhaps it was because they both practiced the Demon Path, or because she understood Zhao Qingmei’s nature very well after living with her for months. She believed more in Zhao Qingmei than in An Jing.

“I’ll give it a try.”

An Jing’s expression was as indifferent as water.

Nan Weiping didn’t say anything more, she sat down with her legs crossed, and the iron chains around her were pulled taut. Under the faint light of the fire, these chains shimmered with a ghostly light and formed a strange character.

Demon!

Upon closer inspection, that was indeed a ‘Demon’ character.

An Jing’s arm trembled, and behind him, a vast starry sky emerged—deep and boundless, grand and imposing.

“What kind of Sword Dao is this!?”

When Nan Weiping caught a glimpse of his Sword Dao, her heart trembled violently.

She could sense the extraordinary nature of that Sword Dao better than any Grandmaster could, which is why she was even more shaken.

Could this young man possess the heritage of an ancient Sword Dao!?

Before Nan Weiping could recover her senses, the Dulu Sword turned into a world-shaking glaze of light that appeared out of nowhere and slashed at the chains made of Nine Heavens Profound Iron in front of her.

This sword carried both the Sword Qi of the Dulu Sword itself and the Sword Qi that An Jing had invoked.

A single sword fell.

The heavens and earth changed colors! The sun and the moon lost their light!

It seemed as if the entire Sealing Demon Well was trembling.

At that moment, Nan Weiping finally realized the terrifying aspect of the youth before her.

A Three Qi Grandmaster with such formidable power!?

Where was this merely a Swordsman? He was clearly a Sword Immortal.

The Sword Light was brilliant and illuminated the pupils of Nan Weiping, then it heavily struck the chains.

At the moment when the Sword Light collided with the chains, the entire cavern seemed to fall silent.

At the same time, An Jing felt his brain sway, and everything before his eyes blurred.

When he blinked again, it was darkness that greeted him.

And within that darkness walked a figure, holding a sword in his hand—if one looked closely, it was the Dulu Sword.

The person was incredibly cold!

Colder than the person was the sword!

And colder than the sword was the heart!

An Jing!

It was indeed An Jing!

Boom!

Seeing that identical face, that identical sword, An Jing’s heart was greatly shaken.

This person was the real ‘An Jing’, who had always lived inside ‘An Jing’s’ mind, and no one knew ‘An Jing’ better than he did.

An Jing was both ‘An Jing’ and not.

It was as if he stood right before you, just like you, possibly weathering the elements, possibly drifting from place to place, possibly experiencing pain and sorrow.

There was even a moment when you’d realize that he might just be you.

“A person’s heart cannot be devoid of demons; he himself is the greatest Heart Demon.”

An Jing couldn’t help but laugh at himself.

Boom!

The Heart Demon moved.

Stepping forward with his right foot, the Heart Demon’s right arm blurred into numerous afterimages, sending a barrage of Sword Light towards An Jing. This wind of punches contained the imposing pressure of the Sixth Realm of the Immortal Sword Dao, rushing toward him with a terrifying momentum.

With the Dulu Sword in hand, An Jing slashed diagonally upwards, a crescent-like grey Sword Force ripping through the Sword Light in front of him, flowing upstream.

With this sword, he used eighty percent of his strength.

Because An Jing knew himself too well, he would never use all his strength from the get-go.

Swish!

A white phantom flashed, and the Heart Demon soared into the sky.

Having lost its target, the grey Sword Force cut a straight line into the distance before finally dissipating.

The Heart Demon steadied his figure.

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At that moment, the temperature between heaven and earth changed abruptly, as if the air itself was being frozen inch by inch, foot by foot, twinkling with ice crystals.

Crack! Crack!

The scene was extremely spectacular.

The Heart Demon’s gaze turned icy as he swung the Dulu Sword in his hand forward, the terrifying cold light bursting forth violently from his grasp.

An Jing’s Dulu Sword in his hand was also stirring with cold light as if a world of ice flowed forth from his palm.

Crack crackle! Crack crackle!

The two cold lights collided fiercely in mid-air.

And in that moment the ice formed, the Heart Demon, holding the Dulu Sword, charged toward An Jing.

An Jing shifted his palm, and the Dulu Sword reflected a series of cold and sharp beams of light.

Clang clang clang!

The dazzling light flickered continuously in the high sky as An Jing and the Heart Demon exchanged blows at a breakneck pace, their swordsmanship top-notch and battle-hardened, the intensity of the combat indescribable, as was the speed.

Heavenly Intent Four Symbols Sword Technique! Fire Field Bear!

A red Sword Radiance roared out as if a blazing flame was leaping forward, with the unstoppable momentum of endless wild fire sweeping all directions.

The surroundings became scorchingly hot, as though one were suddenly standing near a flow of magma.

A Sword Radiance came roaring like a torrent of flames!

The red flame, carrying massive Sword Qi, reached An Jing’s front in an instant.

“Break for me!”

An Jing’s Dulu Sword swung, thousands of Sword Radiance speeding towards the front.

Their exchange of moves was extremely intense, shockingly so.

The Heart Demon narrowed his eyes and began to rapidly gather True Qi in his palm, drawing the True Qi of the surrounding heaven and earth to him.

Nine Yang Divine Finger! Pointing Qiankun!

The Heart Demon extended a finger, and in the sky above, a colossal jade pillar appeared, casting giant shadows below, before finally crashing down.

Facing the powerful finger of the Heart Demon, An Jing neither dodged nor avoided, slashing straight with the Dulu Sword, creating an astonishing grey crescent in the void.

Crackling!

An Jing’s strength lay in swordsmanship, especially with the Dulu Sword in hand.

Upon contact, the surging finger winds were immediately ripped apart layer by layer, completely unable to block it.

The Heart Demon threw punch after punch to counter this Sword Radiance.

But An Jing’s follow-up moves were on their way.

Swish!

A flash of Sword Light in the void, and suddenly An Jing appeared in front of the Heart Demon, stabbing out with his sword so fast that it left no trace, only a hair-thin sword hole that flickered once on the Heart Demon’s Protective True Qi.

Clang!

Sparks flew from the Heart Demon’s chest as the entire person was sent flying several steps backwards, vomiting a mist of blood.

“What can you gain from fighting yourself?”

Nan Weiping looked at the unmoving An Jing, the corners of his mouth revealing a faint smile.

Zhao Qingmei watched this scene, her heart starting to grow anxious.

She always felt this way for him, when An Jing went to the Russell Clan, when he was on a mission to Yan Country, during the Dulu Sword Meeting….

If only she were strong enough to withstand all adversities, might such situations never arise?

Sometimes Zhao Qingmei would also fall into self-blame.

She had promised to protect her husband, but it was also because of her that he had been drawn into even greater turmoil.

Thinking this, her fists clenched even tighter.

She longed for strength!

Longed for the feeling of having the whole world under her feet!

In the darkness.

Looking down at his chest, the Heart Demon’s pupils contracted; his robe was actually pierced with a small hole, barely three inches from being completely penetrated.

An Jing moved, unleashing his full strength.

Swish!

This time!

The sword seemed to pierce through the void, tracing a black line that passed straight through the Heart Demon’s chest, piercing his body.

Wow!

The Heart Demon’s Taoist body was directly severed by the Dulu Sword. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and could feel that much of his vitality had been taken away by that strike. It was as if there was a tiny sword hole in his spine, the terrifying sword qi invading his marrow.

An Jing’s strength had reached a maddening level.

Crackle!

A streak of white shadow flashed through the void as the Heart Demon appeared on An Jing’s right side, but he didn’t strike, because An Jing was facing him.

Sparks flew again, and the Heart Demon instantly appeared behind An Jing, but An Jing still faced him, his gaze ice cold.

The Heart Demon pushed his speed to the limit, consecutively appearing in front of, behind, to the left, to the right, and above An Jing. The five Heart Demons seemed so vivid that it was impossible to tell which was real; to be precise, all five were real to some degree.

Selfless Dao!

The Heart Demon instantly appeared in front of An Jing with a sweeping sword slash.

The sword light pierced heaven and earth, unstoppable, without self, without sword!

Gazing calmly into the void ahead, An Jing’s right shoulder slightly moved as the Dulu Sword cut forward. Out of thin air, it left a long and narrow trail.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

The intense sword light collided, and the reaction forced the Heart Demon’s figure to be revealed.

In an instant of advancement, An Jing’s counterattack came. The Dulu Sword vibrated at an incredible frequency and slashed towards the Heart Demon, its sword light fuzzy and somewhat ethereal.

Swish!

An Jing struck empty air as the Heart Demon suddenly sidestepped, moving laterally at a speed indistinguishable from his forward momentum—both equally fast.

The Heart Demon continuously launched attacks at An Jing, seemingly tireless.

The two stood in confrontation for a moment.

Suddenly, both of them charged forward simultaneously.

Strike with the sword!

Hissss hissss hissss hissss hissss…

It seemed both were intimately knowledgeable of each other, easily blocking each other’s moves and sword strikes, as if familiar with the other’s routines and habits.

Heavenly Intent Four Symbols Sword Technique! Wind Unstoppable!

Wielding the Dulu Sword, a streak of cold light shot towards the Heart Demon.

Heavenly Intent Four Symbols Sword Technique! Wind Unstoppable!

The Heart Demon had also foreseen this, his sword light surging powerfully and sweeping towards An Jing.

Hisss!

An Jing’s sleeve was cut by the icy sword qi, a chill spreading everywhere, a trace of fresh blood appearing on his wrist.

And on the Heart Demon’s cheek, a faint line of blood surfaced, a droplet of blood gliding down.

“Could it be a contest of wills?”

The wrinkles on An Jing’s brow deepened as he felt at a loss against this ‘opponent’ before him.

The two were identical, with the same moves, martial arts, Daoist skills, secret techniques, and even the same level of cultivation.

It was pretty much himself.

The only difference was their swords.

An Jing snorted to himself as the true qi within his dantian began to rush crazily towards his arm.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

An endless surge of true qi danced wildly, and then suddenly rose amidst the darkness.

An Jing became as bright as the sun.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The frenzied true qi erupted completely, forming the sound of terrifying waves, and then that transparent qi suddenly transformed into a vast red sea of fire.

A great expanse of flame-like true qi enveloped the heavens as if to burn through the firmament.

Heavenly Intent Four Symbols Sword Technique! Fire Field Bear!

Right hand holding the Dulu Sword and left hand an Evil Suppressing Sword, An Jing used both at once, simultaneously executing the Heavenly Intent Four Symbols Sword Technique—double the sword radiance shot towards the Heart Demon, dense and innumerable.

Two giant fiery red swords burst forth from the sea of fire, carrying the power to move mountains and obliterate the skies, like a Honghu spreading its vast wings.

The oncoming wave of flames raced with reckless abandon, as if it intended to burn through the void itself.

The Heart Demon grasped the Dulu Sword with both hands and with a flick of the left hand, the Evil Suppressing Sword appeared.

Heavenly Intent Four Symbols Sword Technique, as swift as thunder!

If An Jing’s backdrop was a sky-covering flame, then behind the Heart Demon rolled thunderous light.

The flame and that thunderous light fiercely collided, filling the darkness with white smoke.

An Jing stood as if in the midst of a storm, his whole body numbed by the terrifying surge of force.

The Heart Demon also rapidly retreated into the distance.

Their figures blurred in the chaos, each move countering the other, intricate and profound, as if they were the same person.

Fighting oneself, no matter how much effort exerted, always felt a sliver short of victory, and after every battle, there lingered a feeling that without going all out, defeat was imminent.

It was a very strange feeling.

An Jing battling An Jing!

At that moment, the Heart Demon leaped forward, thrusting the Dulu Sword straight ahead.

As the Dulu Sword thrust forward, waves of energy formed all around.

An Jing then closed his eyes, his thoughts complete in the blink of an eye.

To face one’s Heart Demon is to search for one’s own weakness.

In an instant, An Jing abruptly awoke, but what was his weakness?

“I understand.”

An Jing fiercely opened his eyes, facing the oncoming sword light, he did not dodge or evade, but instead thrust directly at the Heart Demon’s throat.

…..

In the Sealing Demon Well, inside the cave.

“Boom!”

An Jing opened his eyes, and the Heart Demon Seal on the chains completely shattered, as the Dulu Sword relentlessly slashed downward with force.

The chilling light of the sword hacked heavily upon the Nine Heavens Profound Iron, so tough that even it could hardly resist.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

…..

Under the cold sword light, the chains snapped with a clang, and at the same time, the array inside the cave was thoroughly broken, and all the shackles of the Sealing Demon Well disappeared all at once.

Nan Weiping’s eyes flashed with brilliance, and a huge vortex formed around her, frantically absorbing the heaven and earth true qi nearby.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Immediately, the whole cave seemed to fall into a massive tremor, shaking wildly, and then an explosive wave of energy radiated out with Nan Weiping at the center, turning everything to dust in its wake.

“Let’s go!”

An Jing and Zhao Qingmei exchanged glances, quickly activating their true qi to protect themselves from the blast, and then rushed toward the top of the Sealing Demon Well.

But the Sealing Demon Well could not withstand such a terrifying tide of true qi, resulting in a massive explosion that destroyed everything below, leaving a vast expanse of emptiness.

“Boom! Boom!”

The land above the Sealing Demon Well also collapsed, floor by floor, endless dust rose, and the deafening noise echoed for miles.

At that moment, it was as if heaven and earth had undergone a great change.

The shaking continued, unceasing, and the thick dust obscured the moon above.

“Hahahaha!”

A loud laugh rang out from within the smoke.

An Jing and Zhao Qingmei stood atop the ruins of the Demon Platform, looking over.

They saw an old figure with a hunched back, slowly walking out.

Her laughter carried a mix of desolation, wildness, and only after a long time did it finally stop.

Perhaps she was tired from laughing.

Then, two tears slid down her cheeks as she looked toward the moonlight above and murmured to herself, “After more than eight hundred years, I, Nangong Weiping, have finally come out from the Sealing Demon Well.”

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PS: Running out of time, will update now and edit later.