C1583 The Master of the Sword Sect!
Lin Daoke!
Upon hearing that the master of the Sword Sect might be in the vicinity, the expressions of the three most powerful beings from the extraterrestrial realm shifted dramatically.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Beneath Diggs of the Shadowkin, the Dark Nebula rippled with an emerald sheen, and in an instant, a vast forest emerged.
Giant ancient woods, towering thousands of meters high like mountains, materialized out of nowhere.
Diggs's body was ensnared by snake-like brown vines, transforming into an odd wooden shield armor, ready for a staunch defense.
His body, bloodline, and soul could communicate with the numerous ancient trees in the forest. He could merge with any tree and harness their power in battle.
"Lin Daoke!"
Diggs was on high alert, scanning his surroundings. Meanwhile, the trees in the forest shifted, branching out in various directions to search for the Sword Sect master's trail.
The Voidweaver, having just assumed Benin's form, morphed into a dazzling, multicolored butterfly behind Diggs.
Yet, she had clearly contained her presence.
In a moment, she shrank to a mere fraction of her original size, now comparable to that of an average person.
It seemed she knew that the more she flaunted her true form, the more likely she would become a prime target.
Even the Blood King Sabonis, who had forged numerous golden blades from his bloodline, paused in the deep void when Zhong Chichen uttered Lin Daoke's name.
He didn't rush to launch an attack toward the black iron-like star.
"This Lin Daoke..."
The Chronowyrm, reborn atop a rugged mountain peak, stroked his chin thoughtfully.
During his dominion over the Star River, the Sword Sect hadn't even emerged within the Everlands.
After the Naga's fall, when he fought alongside Taiyin in the extraterrestrial battles, there was no mention of a Lin Daoke.
Zhong Chichen's recollection of Lin Daoke from the Sword Sect was quite hazy.
He was somewhat familiar with the exploits of Nie Qingtian, believing the Titanblade's prowess to be the pinnacle of the Sword Sect, even outshining Lin Daoke.
Yet, the reactions of Diggs, the Voidweaver, and the Blood King continually reminded him that this lesser-known master of the Sword Sect was undoubtedly a formidable adversary.
"Loong Jie, when you confront Sabonis later, I'll assist Lin Daoke by engaging Diggs..."
Zhong Chichen started to strategize.
He had anticipated the emergence of the Blood King Sabonis and even the possibility of the Origin Deity deploying the Voidweaver, but he never expected them to join forces.
With the arrival of three supreme beings from the extraterrestrial realm, he knew that even with Lin Daoke's presence, the challenge would be formidable.
"Rainbow Sage, you worry too much."
Loong Jie remained sprawled across the star, its surface like black iron, as he continued to draw upon his bloodline talent to siphon the essence of black iron from beneath the earth.
The moment Zhong Chichen mentioned that Lin Daoke was in the vicinity, Loong Jie's tension eased.
"Old Ancestor, your recent awakening has been brief, and your life has been quite hurried. Perhaps you're not fully aware of what the name Lin Daoke signifies," Loong Jie said with a menacing grin. "With him here, neither of us needs to exert much effort."
Zhong Chichen was taken aback.
But in the next instant, he grasped the implication of Loong Jie's words.
Whoosh!
A sword light, blindingly brilliant and resembling a river of countless crystalline shards, appeared out of nowhere and descended upon the forest where Diggs was located.
Diggs, with his tenth-level bloodline, had conjured the Myriad Forest Sea using his lifeblood and theurgy. As the sword light touched down...
The towering ancient woods, reaching tens of thousands of feet high, were sliced by the sword light, exploding into innumerable green sparkles.
Within the River of Swords, minuscule crystals transformed into finer sword lights, pursuing Diggs' green lifeblood and grinding it to dust.
Puchi!
Before Diggs, clad in his wooden shield armor, could flee, his chest was punctured by a gaping hole.
A sword light had penetrated Diggs' heart, shattering all the bloodline crystal chains and obliterating his remnant soul.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
After annihilating Diggs' lifeblood, the myriad delicate, gleaming sword lights swiftly rejoined the River of Swords.
It was then that Lin Daoke, empty-handed and with a furrowed brow, emerged from the shadows, his clothes wrinkled.
Dark green bloodstains marred his attire, seemingly from when Diggs' lifeblood was crushed and sprayed outward. Lin Daoke, too indifferent to dodge or shield himself with spiritual energy, simply allowed the blood to splatter onto him.
When he finally appeared, Diggs had already breathed his last.
The countless pearls of lifeblood, rich with plant essence, rained down around him, yet he paid them no heed, utterly unmoved.
Diggs, with a gaping hole in his chest, had his bloodline chain shattered, his soul obliterated, and his lifeforce utterly extinguished.
"What a waste," Loong Jie grumbled, his massive golden dragon form suddenly taking flight.
The moment Lin Daoke made his move, the spatial freeze that the Voidweaver had established around him and Zhong Chichen's star silently crumbled.
Diggs was a tenth-level Shadowkin warrior, and his spilled blood was steeped in plant essence.
Even though Loong Jie was a true Dragon God, he did not possess an infinite lifespan or boundless vitality to squander.
To him, the blood of Diggs was an excellent replenishment, a potent elixir.
Lin Daoke might have been indifferent, but Loong Jie certainly was not.
With a whoosh, as Loong Jie gathered Diggs's lifeblood, Lin Daoke's right hand unfurled its fingers before clenching them tightly.
A sword, too dazzling to discern its true form, materialized in the palm of his hand.
Upon seeing the sword, Zhong Chichen was profoundly shaken.
The Chronowyrm, versed in the wonders of the cosmos and the sacred secrets of the Hundred Clans and their holy weapons, looked on in astonishment.
It was as if he had witnessed something inconceivable, something utterly illogical.
"God, the Throne of God..."
Even someone as experienced as he was left stuttering in shock.
He could never have imagined that within the Sword Sect, after tens of thousands of years, there would be someone as insanely devoted to the sword as Lin Daoke, who had crafted his own Throne of God into a blade!
The solid, crystalline Throne of God, marked with the cosmic order and merged with the primordial spirit, had become a sword!
That was the emblem of the most exalted beings in the Everlands!
Zhong Chichen had never even dared to dream, much less witness, that someone would transform their most treasured and fiercely guarded Throne of God into a sword...
And then, wielding his own Throne of God, engage in life-and-death battles.
Should the Throne of God fracture or even slightly crack, Lin Daoke would face a catastrophic fall, possibly even the annihilation of both body and spirit.
Yet there he was, wielding the sword forged from his own Throne of God, cutting down Diggs with a single stroke.
How could such a person exist in this world?
How could there be someone who neither regards the divine throne with reverence nor considers their own life with any seriousness?
Swoosh!
With his primordial spirit, the essence of the Everlands, and the principles of swordsmanship fused into one, Lin Daoke suddenly appeared beside the butterfly, now diminished by a billion times, and unleashed another sword strike.
The Voidweaver's eyes, resembling vibrant Hex Stones, showed clear terror as its splendid wings beat vigorously.
On each of its wings, two "Origin Gates" materialized, crafted from rings of colorful light, resembling creatures of the Abyss slowly opening their maws.
Lin Daoke, gripping his divine seat, was stoic, his gaze undisturbed by any ripple of emotion.
He directed another brilliant beam of sword light at the butterfly wings.
The sword light, once as broad as a river, refined and condensed as the Voidweaver diminished, becoming as slender and shimmering as a strand of hair.
When magnified a million times, this sword light revealed itself to be teeming with billions of minuscule crystals.
Each crystal housed an intricate sword Dao, dazzling enough to bewilder the senses!
Boom!
The "Origin Gate" atop the wings was penetrated by the delicate sword light and erupted in an explosion.
Wild, disordered psionic power, mingled with blades of space, tore through the colorful wings.
The filamentous sword light, burrowing into the "Origin Gate," seemed to churn madly, swiftly shredding the cosmic order, Mind Magic, and numerous spatial coordinates within.
The "Origin Gate" burst violently, causing one of the Voidweaver's wings to shatter and explode.
Lin Daoke had obliterated one "Origin Gate" and a wing of the Voidweaver with a single stroke.
"The Origin Gate at Skyreach Peak, since it's connected to the Everlands and constructed upon its cosmic order, I refrained from striking to avoid repercussions to the Everlands," Lin Daoke said with a furrowed brow. "Yet here, in the extraterrestrial realm, you dare to obstruct my path with another Origin Gate."
He grumbled in displeasure and prepared to swing his sword once more, aiming to obliterate the remaining Origin Gate and sever another wing of the butterfly.
"Sabonis!"
The Voidweaver let out a piercing scream, and in agony, the remnants of its colorful body desperately pushed toward the other Origin Gate.
The second Origin Gate suddenly unleashed an immense suction force, akin to a fully powered water pump, drawing in the remnants of her colorful butterfly form.
She had watched as one of her butterfly wings, along with an Origin Gate, was obliterated by Lin Daoke's strike. In that moment, the Blood King had already made his escape, retreating with the Frost Well he carried aboard his Golden Chariot.
"Loong Jie!" Zhong Chichen, equally startled by Lin Daoke's prowess, bellowed as he saw the Blood King attempting to flee. He instructed Loong Jie to lock onto the target before gracefully taking to the air himself, "Hold on, Blood King!"
He called out, his gaze fixed on the Frost Well. His vibrantly colored sleeves flailed wildly towards it as he exclaimed, "Wait a moment. Since Loong Jie hasn't yet regained his full strength and lacks absolute certainty, why not settle your fates here?"
"And you, stay away from the Dark Realm for now."
As he spoke, the Ice Shards constructing the Frost Well abruptly ceased their activity.
The Golden Chariot, steered by the Blood King, descended into the well but failed to make a smooth transition to the Dark Realm. This was because the Frost Well was forged from Ice Shards that had slowly crystallized within the Wintermaw of the Glimmerdrift Nebula.
These Ice Shards contained not only the power of the ice dragon but also Zhong Chichen's own space magic.
He was confident enough to claim that as long as Loong Jie believed he had the power to defeat Sabonis, it was because he knew the locations of the Frost Wells created by the Shura. He could utilize them to transport Loong Jie directly into the Dark Realm through the Frost Well to pursue Sabonis.
With a whoosh, the second Origin Gate and the remaining form of the Voidweaver vanished without a trace.
Lin Daoke, unable to swing his sword again, appeared somewhat disgruntled and unfulfilled.
Lacking knowledge of space magic, he stood alone in the vast expanse of space, looking around only to find no further targets for his sword.
Thus, the sword's blade retreated back into his Mindscape, assuming its place as a divine seat, while the hilt was sheathed behind him.
