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Chapter 219 - 211: The Might of the Sword Formulas
"This item is fated to be with my Holy Sect. I have come to retrieve it."
Hearing this resonant declaration, the group of Foundation Establishment Masters who had been on the verge of making a move all froze, their expressions turning complicated as they looked in the direction of the voice.
Before the voice had faded, a cyan cloud shot over from the distant horizon.
Atop the cloud, a middle-aged Daoist revealed his form. He had a gaunt face, eyes as placid as still water, and wore a dark green Daoist Robe.
He didn’t intentionally exude his powerful aura.
But the profound aura of a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Great Master instantly spread out like invisible mercury.
The Foundation Establishment Early Stage and Middle Stage Masters, who had been restless and eager to act, felt their hearts clench. It was as if a great mountain had been pressed upon their shoulders.
The Daoist’s gaze swept over the pale-faced, trembling Ma Xiong below. He nodded slightly, then casually flicked his sleeve.
A gentle yet irresistible force swept over him. Before Ma Xiong could even react, the wooden box in his hand, along with the Innate Holy Embryo, flew from his grasp.
It floated lightly into the Holy Sect Daoist’s sleeve.
"My business here is done. You may all do as you please."
After taking the Innate Holy Embryo, the Daoist acted as if he’d done something utterly trivial. He gave a casual, cupped-fist salute to the empty air around him, his expression nonchalant as if offering a simple greeting.
Then his cloud turned, and he drifted away, taking the sensational Supreme Treasure with him.
The entire process was smooth and fluid, executed with an air of detached dominance.
He gave no one else a chance to react or contest it.
High above, Qian Xin Master watched with a slight twitch of his lips. He muttered to Qi Yun:
"That’s Master Xuanheng from the Punishment Hall. That old bastard is still so shameless. He’s responsible for half of our Holy Sect’s ruined reputation...
But this is fine. It saves us the trouble. That thing is genuinely useful for you. We’ll just have to find a way to trade for it from the Sect later."
Qi Yun nodded silently, his gaze following the direction in which Master Xuanheng had departed.
The Innate Holy Embryo was forcefully taken by the Holy Sect’s Master Xuanheng, his strength simply indisputable.
Although the Foundation Establishment Masters were resentful, they were utterly helpless.
In the Foundation Establishment Realm, each stage is a world apart.
The gap between the Early, Middle, and Late Stages was even greater than the chasm between Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment.
Even if all of them ganged up on a single Foundation Establishment Late Stage Great Master, they wouldn’t necessarily come out on top.
They could only watch helplessly as the opportunity fell into another’s hands.
This kind of pent-up frustration naturally needed an outlet.
And so, a few days later, that frustration found its outlet. From somewhere in the ruins, another beam of light shot toward the sky. It was dark and profound, seeming to connect directly to the Nine Netherworld.
The Foundation Establishment Masters, who had been lying in wait on the mountaintops and in the Celestial Vault like patient fishermen, instantly stirred into action.
They were faster than before, and even more... frenzied.
They were terrified that another Great Master would appear and snatch the prize from under their noses.
This time, the one who discovered the treasure was a Qi Refining Disciple from a small sect.
His luck was incredible. Beneath a collapsed altar, he found a strange liquid sealed within an Ink Jade Box.
The liquid was viscous, like glue, and had a dark, murky color.
Faint specks of light, like Ghost Fire, swirled within it.
It emanated an extreme, deathly cold, along with a bizarre Daoist Intent that seemed to bridge the boundary between life and death.
The Qi Refining Disciple had just broken the Seal. He hadn’t even had time to get a clear look at the object in his hand, the ecstatic smile on his face not yet fully formed.
BOOM!
A massive, grey-black hand, condensed from pure Magical Power and shrouded in sinister Ghost Qi, suddenly shot out of the void. It swatted down as if crushing a fly, ignoring all distance as it slammed down viciously!
"No—!"
A short, desperate scream was cut off abruptly.
A mist of blood burst forth. The Qi Refining Disciple, along with a hundred-li radius of the surrounding land, was instantly pulverized into dust.
Only the ball of dark, viscous liquid, enveloped by the massive hand of Magical Power, remained completely unscathed, spinning as it floated into the air.
"Hehehe... It’s Ghost Gate Saliva!
Excellent! Excellent! With this Supreme Treasure, I have finally gathered the Yin and Yang!"
A hoarse voice, like that of a screech owl, rang out, filled with irrepressible ecstasy.
A scrawny, short old Daoist with sparse hair, wearing a worn-out Eight Trigrams Daoist Robe, revealed his form.
His face was wizened, his eye sockets deep-set.
But at this moment, his small eyes flashed with greed and excitement as he reached out to grab the Ghost Gate Saliva, which was restrained by Magical Power.
This man was a Loose Cultivator, known by the Daoist name Black Bone.
He was somewhat well-known in the Northwest Loose Cultivator Realm, famous for his ruthlessness and his mastery of several unorthodox arts.
"Black Bone, you old fiend! That item is fated to be mine. Leave it!"
A chilling shout rang out. A black chain, entwined with countless wailing Resentful Souls, struck from the side like a venomous python lunging from its lair. It lashed toward the Black Bone Elder Daoist while simultaneously coiling toward the Ghost Gate Saliva.
The attacker was surrounded by a dense, terrifying Ghost Qi. It was none other than a Foundation Establishment Master from the Yellow Springs Netherworld!
"Hmph! You dare try to snatch something that we of Fengduo have laid claim to?" From another direction, a clear phoenix cry rang out. A phantom wing, crimson as fire, swept across the sky. Its scorching aura threatened to incinerate everything in its path as the Master from Fengduo made his move.
"All of you, get the hell out of my way!"
With a roar like thunder, a burly man built like an iron pagoda, his muscles knotted and bulging, tore through the void and crashed into the fray. He brandished a large, jet-black spear.
He used no flashy Magic.
Relying solely on his unparalleled physical might and the raw power of his heavy spear, he thrust. The spear’s aura flared like a dragon, actually forcing back both the ghostly chain and the fiery feather at the same time!
He was clearly a rare Body Cultivation Loose Cultivator, his aura savage and terrifying.
In an instant, several Foundation Establishment Masters were locked in a chaotic melee, with the Ghost Gate Saliva at its center!
The roar of colliding Magical Power was deafening. The Ghost’s Wail, the cry of the phoenix, and the whistle of the spear all intermingled. All sorts of Spiritual Lights, Daoist Arts, and phantoms of Magical Treasures clashed wildly in the sky.
The sky above was thrown into a chaotic vortex.
For hundreds of li in every direction, the earth rumbled and the void trembled.
As the shockwaves swept past, terrifying chasms stretching for dozens of li were blasted open in the ground!
The Qi Refining Cultivators below were scared out of their wits, scattering in a panic.
They were terrified of being crushed to dust by the terrifying aftershocks of the Magical Combat.
The Ghost Gate Saliva rapidly changed hands between the different Masters:
First, the Black Bone Elder Daoist barely managed to grab it with his strange Body Skill, but the next moment he was struck by the chain from the Yellow Springs Netherworld. He spat blood and was sent flying backward, losing the treasure.
The Fengduo Master took the opportunity to sweep it away with a fiery feather, but the flames were scattered by a strike from the burly Body Cultivator’s spear, who was nearly pierced by the Spear Aura.
The burly Body Cultivator had just grasped it in his large hand when the Soul-Seizing Banner from the Yellow Springs Netherworld descended upon him, forcing him to use his spear to defend himself...
The struggle was incredibly intense; no one could hold it for more than three breaths’ time.
Just as the Masters were locked in a stalemate, their Magical Power greatly depleted and all of them injured—
"The mortal world is but a battlefield, and the Cyan Sect are the slayers of evil!"
"How can such a foul and sinister thing be allowed to exist in the world!"
"So be it. This sin, I shall bear it."
A cold, aloof voice suddenly rang out.
The next moment.
A cyan Sword Gang—as brilliant as the sun and condensed to the absolute peak of purity—cut into the chaotic fray without any warning, like a strike from beyond the heavens!
The timing of the strike was impeccable.
And it was faster than anyone could react!
Wherever the sword light passed, the sinister Ghost Qi, the scorching fiery feather, and the tyrannical Spear Aura...
...all shattered like brittle glass!
The sword light swept with perfect precision past the Ghost Gate Saliva, engulfing it. Without pausing for even a moment, it transformed into a long cyan rainbow and vanished over the horizon.
It left behind only a sharp Sword Intent that lingered for a long time.
The brawling Masters all froze. By the time they came to their senses, the treasure had already been snatched away by that astonishing sword strike.
"Cyan Sect... It’s a Sword Cultivator from the Cyan Sect!" The Master from the Yellow Springs Netherworld gritted his teeth, his voice filled with wariness and anger.
The burly Body Cultivator grunted heavily and put away his spear, his expression dark.
The Fengduo Master’s face was as grim as still water.
The Black Bone Elder Daoist was beside himself with fury, almost spitting blood.
The snipe and the clam fought, and the fisherman reaped the rewards.
None of them could have imagined that in the end, it would be a Cultivator from the Cyan Sect who reaped the spoils!
...
Having seized the Ghost Gate Saliva, the Cyan Sect Master didn’t linger for a moment. He pushed the cyan sword light beneath his feet to its absolute limit, his body merging with it.
Like a cyan rainbow tearing through the sky, his speed was incredible.
In the blink of an eye, he had crossed thousands of li of mountains and rivers.
He left the chaotic lands of the Zombie Alliance ruins far behind, speeding towards the Cyan Sect’s territory.
However, just as he thought he had successfully escaped!
SSSHHHH—!
A devastatingly powerful Vermilion Rainbow, crimson laced with gold and trailing a long tail of fire, plummeted down from high in the sky without warning!
It was so powerful and so fast that it was noticeably swifter than his Sword Escape!
Wherever the Vermilion Rainbow passed, the scorching, sharp Sword Intent was like a physical substance, completely cutting off his path forward!
The Cyan Sect Master’s heart clenched. His sword light stopped abruptly, revealing his figure.
He saw that the Vermilion Rainbow had not dissipated. Instead, it coiled through the air like a living thing, exuding a terrifying aura capable of incinerating the world and passing judgment on all creation. It had him locked firmly in its sights.
’Hm?’
’What a domineering sword rainbow!’
’The Sword Intent it contains is majestic and domineering, and it carries a Supreme Realm that transcends all mortal flames!’
Before he could even ponder the origin of this Vermilion Rainbow.
RUMBLE—!!!
In the distant sky, a rumbling like muffled thunder was heard. It wasn’t thunder, but the sound of fire clouds rolling and searing the very void!
At the edge of his vision, the clouds were dyed crimson-gold. A vast fire cloud stretching for a hundred li, like a sky-burning tidal wave, came surging forward with overwhelming momentum!
Before the fire cloud even arrived, a scorching heat wave washed over him.
The air filled with a scorched smell.
The mountains, rivers, and forests below lost their moisture at a visible rate, turning yellow and withered, and even spontaneously combusting!
Then, from within the churning fire cloud, countless crimson-gold Sword Auras, all from the same source as the intercepting Vermilion Rainbow but even denser and more condensed, erupted like a long-dormant volcano!
SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH!!!!!
Thousands, no, tens of thousands of terrifying Vermilion Rainbows, carrying the infinite power to tear the Celestial Vault and boil the seas, swept toward the airspace where the Cyan Sect Master hovered, blanketing the area indiscriminately!
At this moment, Heaven and Earth lost their color, and the sun and moon lost their light.
The endless, crimson-gold sword rainbows were the only thing left in the world!
BOOM!
BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!
The first wave of Vermilion Rainbows slammed down!
In an instant, they exploded into clusters of Nanming Li Fire True Gang, each over ten zhang in diameter!
The Nanming Li Fire raged. A mountain peak below was directly hit by a Vermilion Rainbow, and its summit was instantly vaporized.
The body of the mountain melted and collapsed like butter under a hot knife, turning into a torrent of flowing lava!
A Vermilion Rainbow grazed the Cyan Sect Master’s Protective Sword Gang. The incredibly condensed cyan Sword Gang sizzled pitifully, like snow under the sun, as a thick layer was instantly burned away, leaving it dim and faint!
The sword rain was endless, pouring down madly.
The scorching heat wave distorted the light, making everything within a hundred-li radius blurry and indistinct.
Nanming Li Fire, burning the heavens and boiling the seas!
The Cyan Sect Master roared again and again. He moved like a coiling dragon, brandishing his cyan Ancient Sword to create layer upon layer of a Defensive Sword Curtain that bloomed like a cyan lotus, desperately trying to withstand the endless, terrifying bombardment.
However, before the incomparably domineering Nanming Li Fire Sword Gang, his defenses were as precarious as a lone boat in a raging storm.
The sword curtain was repeatedly torn apart and incinerated. His figure flickered miserably within the onslaught; he was now at a complete disadvantage!
Seeing he was about to be overwhelmed, the Cyan Sect Master was also decisive.
He tossed out the Ghost Gate Saliva, then immediately retreated, transforming into a streak of Sword Aura and vanishing in an instant.
As the Ghost Gate Saliva fell, a hand steadily caught it.
"Smart move. For the sake of the good karma we once shared, I’ll let you off the hook this time."
Looking in the direction the Cyan Sect Master had fled, a slight smile played on Qi Yun’s lips. Then, with a wave of his large sleeve, he gathered the terrifying, sky-filling fire cloud and departed as a streak of Sword Aura.
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