C2396 One Sword Strike after Another!!
"He actually chose Lin Daoke."
The Great Demon God Beilstein, with a look of astonishment, gazed upon the Sword Sect Lord who seemed both familiar and unfamiliar.
He had always held Lin Daoke in high regard, yet he never believed that Lin would be a more fitting choice for the Origin Spirit than the little Origin Beast.
How could it be Lin Daoke?
Yu Yuan, too, was perplexed by the Origin Spirit's choice, unable to grasp why the taciturn Sword Sect Lord would receive such favor and attention.
"There are still vulnerabilities before he fully merges with Lin Daoke."
The demise of the Undead Sovereign's body, reduced to dust, did not dishearten the Origin Soul. The soul's shadow within the green-black pupil enticed Beilstein, Tan Xiaotian, Jee Ningshuang, and the rest, saying, "In its Early Period, it is most vulnerable. Whoever among you can seize the moment to destroy it might capture a fragment of its essence."
"Perhaps you will become the new Origin Spirit."
The Origin Soul spoke like a devil, uttering seductive words.
"Its essence?"
Beilstein's eyes sparkled with interest, and Tan Xiaotian inhaled sharply, both seemingly tempted.
At that moment, Lin Daoke, wielding the Primordial Spirit Sword, ascended slowly into the sky after vanquishing Yu Yuan's form with a single stroke, leaving nothing behind.
His face was devoid of emotion, his eyes reflecting sheer indifference. He had always been this way.
He didn't resemble Dickinson, overtaken by the Disaster Spirit, nor did he resemble the other deities and exalted beings who had been possessed.
Perhaps it was his inherent nature that made him appear to be such a natural fit for the Origin Spirit.
"Lin Daoke!"
Tan Xiaotian suddenly bellowed.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Devil Lord unleashed the Six Great Darkness Curtains. As he descended from Yu Yuan's colossal form, he revealed a divine visage towering thirty thousand meters high.
Tan Xiaotian's divine figure, with the Six Great Darkness Curtains unfurling behind him, resembled six heavenly realms.
The Origin Spirit's choice of Lin Daoke from the Sword Sect, over him, soured Tan Xiaotian's mood.
The overconfident and audacious master of the Devil Palace had hoped to gain an advantage when the Origin Spirit sought refuge within him.
In his view, Yu Yuan, whose body had been taken over by the Origin Soul, was inherently weak. His immediate death didn't necessarily attest to the Origin Spirit's might.
Moreover, the Origin Soul had mentioned that the Origin Spirit required time to properly bond with a host.
He was curious to see if there might be a chance to intervene before the Origin Spirit and Lin Daoke had fully integrated.
The Origin Spirit, wielding authority over the Origin Land and the spirits of countless realms, still needed a flesh-and-blood vessel to manifest its true power. And since it was vulnerable outside the Origin Land and the Myriad Spirit Restriction, Tan Xiaotian believed it was worth a shot.
At worst, it would mean death!
"Origin!"
Unexpectedly, preceding the Demon God Tan Xiaotian, it was the Death God Kurkova who sprang into action.
Whoosh!
Her powerful essence of death dispersed, revealing the robust Wraith Tree that enveloped her impeccable form.
This Spirit Succubus, already striking in appearance, merged her soul and divine power with each Wraith Tree in the forest, resembling a divine beauty who presided over life and death.
Together with her body, the forest of Wraith Trees sank, guiding everyone towards an Alien Realm of demise, converging on the Sword Sect Lord, Lin Daoke.
The overwhelming desire for death deeply impacted Beilstein, Tan Xiaotian, and even Jee Ningshuang, instilling in them a peculiar sense of liberation through death.
Tan Xiaotian, poised to strike, sensed an eerie stillness emanating from the six dark expanses behind him.
"This woman is more powerful than Harris!" Tan Xiaotian exclaimed.
Suddenly, a multitude of death symbols materialized on the trunks of each Wraith Tree. As the forest descended, dark flames burst forth from the depths of Death God Kurkova's eyes.
These were the flames of annihilation!
She had grasped many secrets of destruction from her husband, Galuba, and now, unleashing her full might, she aimed to pull Lin Daoke into the realms of death and destruction.
Lin Daoke, with a vacant gaze, was caught off guard as the forest of trees descended from above, and he found himself unwittingly plunged into the midst of the Wraith Trees.
Whoosh!
The death symbols etched into the Wraith Tree's branches transformed into millions of birds, their gray wings beating furiously as they dove at Lin Daoke.
The secret realm, birthed from the Wraith Tree, was a place where one sought death, now unleashing a massive tide of energy.
"Die!"
A voice, capable of shattering the soul, thundered around Lin Daoke, threatening to obliterate his mental fortitude.
At that moment, a chilling hue spread across the Origin Soul within Yu Yuan's eyes, which gazed upon Kurkova as though she were already a corpse.
Whoosh!
A dazzling sword light, capable of cleaving heaven and earth, burst forth from amidst the multitude of gray birds and the depths of the Wraith Trees!
This blinding sword light, infused with the essences of lightning, sharpness, bitter cold, and flame from the Origin Spirit's Great Dao, cleaved through all chaos and impediments.
The myriad birds, born from the runes of death, were shattered by the might of the sword light, disintegrating into nothingness in an instant.
The sword light, sinuous as a dragon, surged with the might to engulf mountains and rivers, racing through the forest of Wraith Trees.
Kurkova, at the heart of the Wraith Trees, was instantly reduced to dust by the sword light, likewise fading into oblivion.
Not a trace of the tree's splinters, Kurkova's flesh, or her soul's filaments remained.
The sword light, far from straight, weaved its destructive path before returning to Lin Daoke's palm, morphing back into his Primordial Spirit Sword.
His expression remained impassive, his gaze empty, as he soared upwards.
Kurkova, the alien realm's Death God, had her form and spirit utterly annihilated by Lin Daoke's single strike.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Behind Tan Xiaotian, the Demon Lord, the six great Darkness Curtains he had cultivated began to stir uncontrollably.
Tan Xiaotian let out a frantic cry, exclaiming, "Darkness Spirits are at work here!"
In Lin Daoke's hand, the gleaming Primordial Spirit Sword's blade twisted with six black lines.
These writhing lines were tugging at the six great Darkness Curtains refined by Tan Xiaotian, causing the dark world, akin to a blessed land, to descend chaotically beyond his control.
Falling alongside them was Tan Xiaotian's towering divine form, merged with the six great Darkness Curtains.
Lin Daoke raised his sword, the once crystal-clear Primordial Spirit Sword gradually darkening to an inky black. Within the blade's pure blackness, one could sense the embedded laws of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, as well as those of the sun, moon, stars, ice, and lightning—various Origin Spirits that were palpable to all.
The sword, black to its extreme, emitted a sword light so dark it seemed to swallow all brightness, hurtling towards Tan Xiaotian and the six grand Darkness Curtains.
With a slash, the Darkness World, akin to six vast curtains, was rent asunder by the sword light, the hidden darkness laws dissolving into nothingness in a mere instant. With a single stroke, the six grand Darkness Curtains behind Tan Xiaotian were declared null.
As the pitch-black sword light obliterated the curtains, it aimed straight for Tan Xiaotian's forehead, who at that moment, was frozen in place.
The sword light, black to its core and continuously consuming the light source, carried within it the profound laws of the Origin Spirits, and it pierced the palm of an outstretched colossal hand.
This hand, resembling a wall crafted from multicolored soft jade, revealed clearly defined blood and muscle fibers, composed of numerous slender, blood-red prismas. Countless Bloodline Crystal Chains, lightning-like, wove through these prismas, dazzlingly arranged into various blood arrays.
The resplendent hand, like five-colored soft jade, emerged before the motionless Tan Xiaotian, intercepting the supremely black Divine Sword.
At the point where the sword tip met the palm, a shower of sparks erupted, blending Lin Daoke's sword brilliance with the crimson gleam from Yu Yuan's palm. Both the sword and blood lights were infused with the intricate essence of the Great Dao from countless realms.
"Yu Yuan!"
Tan Xiaotian, drenched in a cold sweat from fear, realized that without this hand, which stood like a multicolored bulwark before his forehead, he would have followed in the footsteps of the Death God Kurkova, his very being obliterated.
"You're telling me he hasn't yet fully merged with the Origin Soul?" Tan Xiaotian spun around, his glare fixed on the soul shadow within the greenish-black pupil on the crystal face, and bellowed, "Each of his strikes is imbued with the profound truths of the Origin Spirits from the Origin Land! He has already achieved perfect harmony, the extent of his integration beyond measure!"
The Demon Lord came to the realization that the Origin Soul's seductive whispers were nothing more than a ploy to send them to their doom, a mere test of Lin Daoke's divine power.
"Your lives mean nothing to me," he stated indifferently.
The Origin Soul, ensconced within the dark greenish-black pupil, responded with icy detachment.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Beilstein, the Great Demon God, Jee Ningshuang, the Secular Bird Queen, and Tan Xiaotian, who had narrowly avoided disaster, quickly took their places on the shoulders of the colossal, multicolored form of Yu Yuan.
It became clear to them that Lin Daoke, blessed by the Origin Spirit, was not an adversary they could easily contend with.
Heeding the Origin Soul's advice would only lead to the same fate that befell Yu Yuan, the Undead Sovereign, and Kurkova.
Hiss!
The Divine Sword, black as the abyss, pierced only a small hole in Yu Yuan's palm.
Lin Daoke's expressionless gaze lingered on the puncture before withdrawing the Primordial Spirit Sword.
The Primordial Spirit Sword had been imbued with the profound truths of the Origin Soul solely to strike down Tan Xiaotian, not to confront Yu Yuan.
Thus, the blade could only penetrate the hole in Yu Yuan's palm and was incapable of ravaging his flesh and blood.
As Lin Daoke sheathed his sword, the once pitch-black Divine Sword began to gleam anew. The Sword Dao True Spell, now the dominant force within, had shed the laws of darkness.
The Divine Sword burst into radiance, dazzlingly bright, reminiscent of the first time it vanquished the Undead Sovereign's form, too brilliant for onlookers to bear.
