C2288 The Sword Origin Spirit

The Galaxy Extraordinary Talent of the Cold Domain was swept up by a vast river of sword light condensed by Lin Daoke. Clutching the Divine Sword, Lin Daoke hovered within the inner world of the Origin Blood Continent, surrounded by clusters of purple light curtains fluttering like willow catkins in the breeze. With that, the seal on the Origin Blood Continent was broken.

"Step back, both of you. I'll take her on."

Lin Daoke's demeanor was impassive, showing neither joy nor sorrow as he gestured to Jee Ningshuang and the feisty little spinosaurus to retreat from the deep crimson star.

"Sect Master?" Jee Ningshuang called out.

A moment later, her brow quivered, detecting an icy chill in the air. Jee Ningshuang gave a slight nod but did not leave the Origin Blood Continent as Lin Daoke had instructed. Instead, she vanished underground, following a fissure that had opened in the earth.

The sinuous purple-golden dragon, too, heeded the command from the Origin Blood, letting out a disdainful snort as it settled among the ruins of the palaces, transforming into a human shape.

"Lin Daoke, showing off is your prerogative, but we refuse to abandon this place!" The little spinosaurus declared boldly, lacking both respect and fear.

"As you wish."

Lin Daoke nodded. As he watched the Demon Phoenix Zhiya slowly take form and the fragmented purple demon energy coalesce, he furrowed his brow and remarked, "You won't be able to seal the exterior."

Zhiya's face, a paragon of beauty, was as chilling as the sword in Jee Ningshuang's grasp, radiating a piercing coldness and ferocity.

The depths beneath her feet, once roiling with the purple sea, grew quiet as the vicious creature within ceased its roaring, seemingly gathering its strength. The blood scent that chilled the spines of all beings in the Cold Domain emanated from the unseen vicious creature. The sensation was so intense that the Chaos Roc-like Starry Behemoth, despite its distance from the Origin Blood Continent, felt its breaths grow labored.

Then, a shrill sword hum pierced the silence, resounding across the Cold Domain and reaching the border with the Still Starfield.

A brilliant sword light burst forth, cutting through the thick layers of rock and ice!

It was none other than Lin Daoke's Yang God Sword, emerging from the ice mountains at the edge of the Still Starfield, their surfaces as reflective as mirrors.

Beams of dazzling sword light erupted, weaving through the purple sea of demonic energy with a blinding brilliance, shattering the blood barrier that cloaked the Cold Domain.

Lin Daoke was now masterfully wielding two Divine Swords simultaneously.

"It's the Sect Master!"

Xue Jiu, having just retreated from the Still Starfield and preparing to return with Han Miaoyuan, halted mid-flight on his sword, his expression alight with excitement as he looked back.

Han Miaoyuan also whirled around to see a crystalline Divine Sword cleaving through the dense purple demonic soul.

The piercing cold intent radiating from the Divine Sword threatened to split the heavens of the Still Starfield, tearing open numerous luminous voids.

"Lin has once again surpassed my expectations," Han Miaoyuan mused, showing no urgency to depart.

He observed the Divine Sword, aware that the recent shattering of the Sword Immortal pendant must have also caught Lin Daoke's attention.

He contemplated convincing Lin Daoke, the prodigious talent of the Sword Dao, to rejoin his ranks.

"There's a hole!"

Xue Jiu exclaimed, pointing to a sword hole in the icy mountain, a passage carved by Lin Daoke's Yang God Sword that led straight to the Cold Domain.

"Don't enter!"

Han Miaoyuan quickly intervened, urging Xue Jiu to stay calm, "Something's amiss! Lin Daoke's Primordial Spirit Sword has undergone a divine transformation!"

...

Across the vast expanse, Yue Mu and Van Heqing of the Sword Sect suddenly sensed Lin Daoke's presence.

More precisely, they felt the presence of Lin Daoke's Primordial Spirit Sword.

"From this moment forward, my Primordial Spirit Sword shall also be known as the sword spirit, symbolizing the essence of the sword's origin."

Anyone who practiced the Sword Dao True Spell and attained the pinnacle of the Primordial Spirit Stage heard Lin Daoke's proclamation.

The most exalted practitioners could distinctly sense that the Primordial Spirit Sword, now dubbed the sword spirit by Lin Daoke, represented the wellspring and zenith for all sword cultivators across the world.

Meanwhile, on Tia Main Planet, Jun Chen, who had transformed the fragments of the Yang God into a myriad of stars, danced with his bamboo flute, his sword spell harmonizing with the celestial orbits.

At that moment, he sensed a power that seemed to echo within him.

"Lin Daoke!"

After a moment, Jun Chen, realizing what had transpired, collapsed to the ground, utterly drained.

Having attained the pinnacle of the Star Dao, he had detected the presence of the Primordial Spirit Sword due to the sword hole in the icy mountain peak. Lin Daoke's voice had reached him as well.

The sword spirit symbolizes the Sword Origin Spirit!

Jun Chen was raised in the Silver Moon Sect, where under the tutelage of Duan Yisheng, he studied the night sky, unlocking the mysteries of the stars' movement.

Yet, the method he chose to manifest the power of the stars was, in fact, through the sword!

Jun Chen, a sword cultivator, harnessed the essence of swordsmanship to represent the paths of the stars, shaping his martial prowess.

Any sword cultivator, irrespective of their affiliation with the Sword Sect, would find themselves irresistibly drawn to resonate with the Primordial Spirit Sword upon Lin Daoke's mastery of the sword spirit.

Jun Chen's sense of helplessness stemmed from the realization that the starry secrets he had mastered were now etched onto Lin Daoke's Primordial Spirit Sword as sword marks.

With this revelation, how could he possibly contend with Lin Daoke?

Lin Daoke's Primordial Spirit Sword was the destiny of all sword cultivators, the wellspring and culmination of the sword spell's profound mysteries.

More alarmingly, Jun Chen discovered within that very sword a technique intertwined with the cosmos, a secret art linked to the frigid extremes, undoubtedly originating from Jee Ningshuang's Starfrost Sword.

Just by perceiving the stellar secret arts, he knew that Jee Ningshuang, with the aid of the bitter cold, had ascended to the Supreme Realm.

If even the Supreme Realm's insights were imprinted within Lin Daoke's sword spirit, what could he possibly do?

Employing the Myriad Spirit Restriction of the Creation Continent, he had delved into the ultimate principles of the stellar origin spirit, ascending to the Supreme Realm. Yet, it seemed to inadvertently bolster Lin Daoke's combat capabilities.

No matter his efforts or pursuit, he realized he could never surpass Lin Daoke.

Jun Chen suddenly felt his enthusiasm wane.

...

In the remote Desolate Realm within the Phoenix Starfield.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

After traversing vast distances and piercing through multiple layers of the void, the Creation Peak and Creation Pool finally arrived.

"What a splendid place!"

The Jianmu tree, rooted in Creation Peak, flourished with fresh green leaves and cheered softly.

This starry expanse was the phoenix's lair and also served as Zhiya's stronghold in the Desolate Realm.

"Creation Peak!"

From within a narrow gap in space, Yu Zhu caught sight of the imposing mountain and her expression subtly shifted.

The next moment, her eyes fell upon the Creation Pool, and her surprise deepened.

The Sky Tiger and other Beast Gods were equally stirred by the arrival of Creation Peak and Creation Pool, watching closely from the shadows.

"Hmm!"

Yu Yuan's true form faintly perceived Zhiya, along with the origin blood and the biting cold.

When Lin Daoke's Yang God Sword tore through a hole, breaking Zhiya's demonic seal, he felt a connection.

Being in the Desolate Realm, he was incredibly distant from the Origin Realm and the Cold Domain, so his perception was only a vague awareness of those presences.

"Father..."

Yu Zhu stood at the edge of the unfolding spatial rift, her gaze complex as she looked upon him.

"There's nothing else; I merely wish to make use of this precious site."

Yu Yuan's smile shone as he spoke, "I'm curious if you can establish a connection with Zhiya. If so, tell her to refrain from causing trouble in the Cold Domain, or I will have to destroy her lair."

Yu Zhu wore an expression of innocence and earnestly replied, "I'm unaware of my mother's whereabouts, and I'm unable to reach her."

Yu Yuan furrowed his brow but held his peace.

In time, the Yang God, who had been surveying the fleshly disturbances across the Desolate Realm's galaxies from the Dragon Slash Platform, returned to the Creation Pool.

The instant his primary form grasped the Dragon Slash Platform, his sensitivity to the Cold Domain markedly improved.

The clarity of his perception of Zhiya's incursion, the skirmishes involving the young spinosaurus and Ji Ningshuang, and Lin Daoke's intervention, all became crystal clear through the origin blood and the extreme cold.

His eyes took on an intrigued hue as he nodded and murmured to himself, "Truly worthy of Sect Master Lin, devising an alternative approach to forge a sword spirit akin to my own Soul Altar."

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