C2051 The Divine Sword's Voice Transmission
The Evil God Temple, perched atop the abyss, fell eerily silent.
Now situated where the Abyss Gate once was, the temple showed no inclination to drift away.
Beneath it lay the land illuminated by the Light Origin Spirit.
Humans and Unrestrained Stage cultivators scattered across the land gazed skyward, witnessing the fabled temple's ascent.
Those who were privy to the news recognized the temple's grandeur as a symbol of the abyss.
They were also aware that numerous Abyss Evil Gods had united under the guardian's call to subdue the Great Demon God Beilstein.
As it emerged from the infinite darkness and soared upwards, seemingly ready to depart the abyss, the mighty humans from the Origin Realm and the native creatures of the abyss kept a watchful eye.
Its abrupt halt sent a wave of tension through the abyssal beings, leaving them uncertain of what had transpired.
Seated in an ethereal chair shaped from Yu Yuan's projection, Beilstein observed Demon Lord Tan Xiaotian. The anomaly in Tan Xiaotian's soul revealed to him the fracturing of his divine position.
Beilstein wasn't taken aback by Tan Xiaotian's decision; he even admired it with a smile.
Yet, the scene shifted, and to his astonishment, Lin Daoke also materialized. Beilstein was stirred, "Sword Sect, Lin Daoke, this fellow has always been slow-witted. Could it be that his mind has dulled from excessive sword practice, making him an easy mark for Yu Yuan's persuasion?"
"Beilstein, we are about to lay the groundwork for your demise."
The guardian's voice, ancient and profound, resonated within the vast temple, "You were created by a being akin to yourself, which is why you can amass soul energy from the deepest darkness of the abyss."
"The deeper into the abyss, the fainter its power becomes, and the denser the soul energy grows."
"The reason you've been unkillable is your ability to endlessly draw soul energy from the darkness to sustain yourself."
"But now, you no longer can."
The guardian spoke in a hushed tone.
Beilstein, much like Yu Yuan, was a remarkable product of the Origin Soul, capable of sensing the overwhelming soul energy within the boundless darkness.
As long as the temple stood there, Beilstein could harness his power to absorb the soul energy for his own use.
Now that the Evil God Temple had soared from the shadows to the location of the Abyss Gate, Beilstein found himself unable to draw upon the infinite soul energy from the darkness.
This meant he could potentially be refined.
"Haha, let's see what you've got!"
Beilstein cackled, showing no signs of distress at the prospect of death, and exclaimed, "One is Tan Xiaotian, and the other is Lin Daoke. The human race has indeed produced a remarkable array of talents, which truly astonishes me."
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Only those with immense willpower and wisdom dare to break free from their Origin Soul and shatter their godhood.
Such individuals alone possess the strength required for this feat.
Yu Yuan considered two people for this challenge: the Demon God Tan Xiaotian and the Sword Sect Lord Lin Daoke. He believed they were the most likely to escape the bonds of the soul.
The rest, at this stage, would likely struggle to overcome even the will of the Origin Soul, let alone shatter their divine status.
Before calling out Tan Xiaotian's name, Yu Yuan's soul was undergoing a metamorphosis, and the awakening of his memories brought many things to light.
Among these was a secret method for detaching the Origin Soul without descending in realm!
It seemed he had been preparing for this moment for eons, his struggle with the Abyss Origin Soul ongoing and unceasing.
As the Origin Soul broke free from its seal and left his sea of consciousness, the countermeasures began to emerge in his mind.
Crack!
Deep within Tan Xiaotian's mind, the black prisma representing his Divine Position shattered, yet Tan Xiaotian's Dark Primordial Spirit remained within his brain.
The blue-black Origin Soul was forcibly expelled from his mind, escaping through his forehead.
Yu Yuan grew silent.
He had intended to share the correct method for detaching the Origin Soul, but before he could, Tan Xiaotian had already freed himself from its constraints, and his Primordial Spirit remained undiminished.
At the Eleventh Level, one has such self-assurance and credentials that no outside help is necessary.
"What does it matter if I abandon the Origin?"
In the Dark Domain, Tan Xiaotian sneered. Having ascended to the Eleventh Level, he did not regress in realm due to the departure of the Origin, nor did his Primordial Spirit's power wane.
As the Origin burst forth, he experienced a profound sense of liberation, as if his soul had been unshackled, granting him immense freedom and ease.
For years, the restraints that had bound this rebellious Demon Lord were finally shattered, thanks to his ascension to the Eleventh Level and the guile and provocation of Yu Yuan.
In that moment, he heard a sigh from the Darkness Origin Spirit, echoing from the endless dark depths of the abyss, stirring a flicker of disquiet and dread.
The Origin Spirit of the Darkness Supreme, born from the fragment of Tan Xiaotian's shattered Divine Throne, was now fraught with anxiety and fear out of respect and trepidation for his ally.
Clearly, the Darkness Origin Spirit feared the ally, concerned about what might come next.
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In the Boundless Underground, the instant Tan Xiaotian severed his Origin, he vanished from Yu Yuan's soul perception, as if the corresponding star had been erased from his soul.
This suggested that the dark soul sea, hovering in the Soul Altar, had also relinquished its control over Tan Xiaotian.
"Lin!"
Han Miaoyuan's voice pierced the air as he clutched the Profound Dao Flag, racing to Lin Daoke's side.
The vast flag unfurled, attempting to envelop the starry space around Lin Daoke, striving to halt his actions.
"Please, do not hinder me."
Lin Daoke's face remained impassive as he gently shook his head.
The radiant Primordial Spirit Sword silently emerged from his brow, commanding the reverence of countless Divine Swords and Spiritual Swords as if they were in the presence of the deity of all swords.
Lin Daoke's eyes became exceptionally clear and bright, mirroring the luminosity of his sword heart.
Whoosh!
The Divine Swords and Spiritual Swords that had encircled the Secular Bird Queen swiftly retreated to the Sword Cave, aligning themselves behind him, all hilts directed toward him.
Chen Qinghuang, her face etched with cold determination, had a massive green Divine Bird soaring behind her, surrounded by an aura of destruction, death, and toxic miasma.
Her unexpected release left her momentarily dazed, delaying her retaliation against Lin Daoke as she sought to understand what had just transpired.
"Mr. Lin, this must not be!"
The Divine King, sensing impending trouble from the Tia Main Planet, crossed the void in an instant to appear at Lin Daoke's side.
Han Miaoyuan, Qin Luo, Zu Ann, and Yu Yuan all overheard Yu Yuan's taunting remarks directed at Tan Xiaotian, as well as his attempts to persuade Lin Daoke.
Yu Yuan's convincing words echoed in the consciousness of all the supreme beings who had merged with the Origin, making them aware of the unfolding events.
Tan Xiaotian had been swayed by Yu Yuan and opted to shatter his Divine Throne within the Dark Domain.
Yet, Tan Xiaotian had ascended to the storied Eleventh Level. Even after parting with a portion of his Origin, his Primordial Spirit remained intact, and his combat prowess was undiminished.
The loss of the Origin seemed to have no adverse effect on Tan Xiaotian; if anything, it appeared to be advantageous.
At the Eleventh Level, Tan Xiaotian seemed entitled to fracture his Divine Throne and sever his Origin.
Tan Xiaotian's decisions hardly impacted him but were sure to provoke the ire of humanity's creator.
Lin Daoke's situation, on the other hand, was quite different.
Having not reached the Eleventh Level, Lin Daoke was already of considerable age. His life was nearing its end, and without his Origin, falling from his exalted status meant certain death from old age.
A fall from grace would spell death for Lin Daoke, a fact well-documented by numerous examples in the Boundless Underground.
Should he perish, the ultimate swordsmanship that Lin Daoke sought would be nothing more than a fleeting fantasy.
His Primordial Spirit Sword, Yang God Sword, and Yin God Sword, all forged from his very being, would vanish into the annals of time with the decline of his realm.
He would be enshrined in legend, revered by future generations, yet his path in the Way of the Sword would cease to advance.
The fabled Sword Origin Spirit would remain an unattainable dream.
No one could fathom why Lin Daoke had made such a decision, why at this pivotal moment, he would so staunchly defy Han Miaoyuan and its intentions.
Lin Daoke had always been Han Miaoyuan's mightiest sword, seemingly devoid of personal conviction.
He had always heeded Han Miaoyuan's guidance, unwaveringly so. Was it possible that Yu Yuan's few words could compel him to rebel against Han Miaoyuan and the progenitor of the human race, to fracture his own divine station?
Was he truly seeking his own end?
Suddenly, it dawned on everyone that they had never truly known Lin Daoke. They were clueless about the thoughts of this enigmatic man, what he was contemplating, and what drove his decisions.
Whoosh!
Cao Jiaze transformed into a wisp of ghostly light, hovering before Lin Daoke. He observed Lin Daoke's impassive face with quiet attention.
His actions prompted Han Miaoyuan, Jiuhui, and the others to fall silent, refraining from further attempts at persuasion.
To the assembly of exalted beings, he embodied the will of the Boundless Underground. As the Founder of humanity, his concern over Lin Daoke's actions meant that no further objections would be raised.
He gave Lin Daoke a gentle shake of the head.
The brilliance of Lin Daoke's Primordial Spirit Sword abruptly retracted, transforming into a multitude of green-black patterns that coalesced into a smoke, clouding Lin Daoke's mind and spirit.
Lin Daoke's once-clear eyes, along with his sword heart, seemed to cloud over as if dust had settled upon them.
"Mr. Lin."
"Please listen carefully."
Specks of soul light suddenly emerged within the Divine Sword, manifesting as memory runes.
This Divine Sword was none other than the Optimus Sword!
Yu Yuan had previously entrusted Taishi with the task of selecting another successor for the Optimus Nine Slashes. Now, it appeared in the Gray Domain, resonating with Lin Daoke's Primordial Spirit Sword.
The sword soul of this sword shared a spiritual resonance with Yu Yuan, enabling it to grasp his thoughts and intentions with clarity.
Within this Optimus Sword, a secret art designed for the safe and risk-free removal of one's origin surfaced, inspired by Yu Yuan's inner voice.
This soul-deciding secret art had only just emerged as Yu Yuan's memories began to stir.
It was the wisdom he had gleaned from his battle against the Abyss Origin Soul, a technique that could enable a human Primordial Spirit to maintain its pinnacle state even after being stripped of its origin.
In this moment, the insights Yu Yuan gained while resisting the Abyss Origin Soul as the Abyss Lord were now being reflected in the "Optimus Sword."
The sword soul of the "Optimus Sword" was in sync with Lin Daoke's Primordial Spirit Sword, with each of Yu Yuan's heartfelt insights being conveyed through the Divine Sword.
