C599 The Second Scene!
"Stay calm."
Above the gleaming mountaintop, a white robe floated, its wearer calling out to halt the commotion.
Her voice boomed like divine retribution, summoning hundreds of ethereal lightning bolts into existence!
These bolts, slithering through the void like serpents, followed the hidden patterns of the Heavenly Dao, silently targeting their prey.
Loong Yang's suspended sedan was abruptly encircled by the lightning, leaving her trapped, with no way to advance or retreat.
The lightning held a soul-shaking, twisted power, forcing Loong Yang to cautiously retract the sedan, fearing a direct strike.
This sedan was no ordinary artifact; its defenses were exceptional, and it aided in the refinement of her dragon blood.
Crucially, it served as a beacon for her father, Loong Jie, allowing him, after centuries in the Boundless Land, to rely on it for the swift restoration of his strength.
At present, with Loong Jie still within the Sword Prison, she could not risk the sedan's destruction due to her own impulsiveness.
The lord of this realm, capable of integrating the Sword Prison into the Boundless Land, was undeniably extraordinary.
Even the proud Loong Yang wouldn't dare provoke him.
"Zhao Yafu was meant to be consumed by the Nagas, her death offering her a chance at rebirth!" Loong Yang lifted her gaze, steadying her spirit as she addressed the realm's master, "The Zhao family of Darkmoon City once pledged a covenant with our Hidden Dragon Lake. We aided them, but they betrayed the Nagas!"
Any covenant-breakers with the Nagas would face Hidden Dragon Lake's vengeance.
The Zhao family, Zhao Yafu included, were enemies of the Hidden Dragon Lake, betrayers of the Nagas.
Outside this domain, Loong Yang might hesitate to act, wary of the Demon Palace's reach. But here, in the Desolate God's Great Swamp, the Demon Palace held no sway.
"We'll discuss this once your father emerges," replied the master, his tone icy and detached.
Loong Yang let out a cold snort, unable to muster a rebuttal, and resigned herself to her frustration.
Shortly thereafter, Tan Yuan arrived with five young members of the Demon Palace and the female general, Lee Yuchan.
Zhao Yafu's head hung low, her expression somber, as she was engulfed in a melancholic and helpless mood. Along the way, she had witnessed Loong Tianxiao, who had once imparted the Nagas' secret arts to her and protected her in the Fallen Moon Forbidden Area, being poisoned by a jade dragon. The dragon used a Naga technique to transfer the deadly toxin to him.
Tan Yuan was by her side, preventing any rash actions. She made it clear that if Zhao Yafu caused any trouble, she would be sent away immediately. Zhao Yafu pleaded with Tan Yuan to no avail and ultimately resigned herself to the situation.
The image of Loong Tianxiao, bound to the Dragon Clan's totem pillar and being savagely bitten by the purple jade dragon, his blood and soul being devoured, was etched into her memory.
Upon her arrival, the sight of the small hill that was the Sword Prison and the emergence of the Big Devils from within sent tremors through her slight frame.
Her true form was in a distant realm, with only a fragment of her Demon Soul in the Demon Palace. Her master had shared tales of the outer world with her. Gazing upon the shimmering hill, she sensed the lunar energy pulsating and immediately deduced that this hill-like structure was the fabled Sword Prison—a place that had confined the Boundless Land and had been a rebel stronghold outside the jurisdiction of the upper sects, Devil Palace, and Demon Palace.
"The Sword Prison has been breached, dragged into this realm to unleash the trolls known as Big Devils!" she realized in a flash.
She understood why the spiritual energy of the Desolate Swamp was inexplicably converging towards the central abode of the Desolate God. And why the Desolate God had instructed the powerful demons of the Great Swamp to temporarily depart for the Outer World, the Absence Relic, and other places suitable for their habitation.
It must be out of concern that the spiritual energy would be drained by the released Big Devils. The Desolate God feared they would consume his own demons to replenish their vitality, using the souls of the Great Demons to sustain their parched and impoverished spirits.
Zhao Yafu had an epiphany.
She was convinced that the Desolate God had struck a deal with the mastermind behind Sword Prison, allowing its presence in the Great Swamp.
The Desolate God feared that the freed Big Devils would wreak havoc in his territory, leading to the desolation of the Great Swamp and the death of numerous Great Demons, thus he was compelled to issue that command.
"Lim Zhuyun!"
Zhan Tianxiang, upon seeing the figure enveloped in bursts of green flames, cried out in alarm.
The men and women from the Demon Palace behind him were visibly shaken.
In that instant, a small green snake silently glided out from a cave entrance of Sword Prison.
As soon as the snake appeared, Zhao Yafu, Zhan Tianxiang, and the three Demon Spell practitioners from the Demon Palace felt a sudden turmoil within their own Qi and blood.
Zhao Yafu, who had been instructed by the White Divine Tiger in the ways of the Demon Soul, stared at the small green snake in disbelief, exclaiming, "It's you! You're alive! You were imprisoned in Sword Prison all this time!"
...
In an uncharted Starfield.
Brilliant stars were engulfed by a murky fog, and within its depths, a lone swordsman occasionally swung his blade.
Each strike unleashed a dazzling sword light, a radiant river of divine power that seemed capable of altering the cosmos and shattering all the rules of existence!
Amidst the fog, a deep red glow emitted an intense heat, threatening to scorch entire star systems and countless lives.
A hazy figure, standing upon a massive star, was encircled by enormous seals.
These seals, radiant as the sun and moon, orbited around him.
A dark, abyssal shadow, the very embodiment of a Chaos Abyss, crept forward with its endless demonic energy, inching towards the heart of the fog as if to engulf everything in its path.
A colossal purple phoenix, its wings unfurled, stirred the galaxy, dancing amidst the gray mist.
Streams of sword light radiated from the fog's depths.
The deep red glow, the shadowy figure ringed by seals, the dark abyss, and the soaring purple phoenix—all were targets of the relentless assault by the rivers of sword light.
In the far distance, a mountain sculpted from sword blades towered into the sky. At its pinnacle, a solitary figure stood, gazing out over the landscape.
Yu Yuan, immersed in his sword comprehension, found his consciousness drawn into this Alien Realm. He was an observer, a deity perched on high, with a clear view of the scene unfolding below.
No longer could he project his mind into the body of the sword bearer, no longer could he wield the sword as if he were that person.
He was relegated to passively watching, scrutinizing, analyzing, and understanding.
After an initial bout of confusion, a startling hypothesis in his heart left him shaken.
He was startled by his own thoughts...
Continuously swinging his sword, he created streams of sword light. The figure emerging from the gray mist was none other than the Chopping Moon cultivator Yu Yuan recognized.
The deep red hue and intense heat signified the presence of the current sect master of the Primordial Yang Sect, who spent his days in seclusion on Elemental Mountain.
—The current sect master of the Primordial Yang Sect.
Accompanied by massive magic seals and displaying his divine form, this person had to be the leader of the Profound Sky Sect, given his command over the Heaven Palace Seals.
The entity that seemed like a black hole capable of devouring all things was the preeminent cultivator of the Boundless Land—the Devil Lord of the Devil Palace!
The majestic purple phoenix soaring through the skies was undoubtedly the ancient Demon God of the Demon Clan—the Demon Phoenix!
In the extreme distance, the summit formed by the sword blade was almost certainly the abode of the number one Great Sword Immortal.
The leaders of the Primordial Yang Sect, Profound Sky Sect, Devil Palace, and Demon Palace—four titans of the Boundless Land—had united to besiege the Chopping Moon cultivator.
The preeminent Great Sword Immortal from the Sword Sect merely observed from a distance, his intentions unclear—was he there to reinforce or simply to witness?
The spectacle was heart-stopping, and Yu Yuan could scarcely believe his own eyes.
During his last sword spell contemplation, the Chopping Moon cultivator had stood almost alone, confronting the relentless onslaught of the Devaputra Alien Race within the Outland Star River, as if guarding something sacred.
In that moment, the Chopping Moon cultivator was the protector of the Boundless Land, a veritable God of War, whose formidable presence could cleave the cosmic rivers, instilling dread in the countless beings from the Outland Star River.
How did things end up like this on the second attempt?
What had the Great Sword Immortal, guardian of the Boundless Land, gone through? What encounters and actions had shaped his fate?
Why was he the target of a joint conspiracy by the supreme beings of the Boundless Land, the Upper Sects, the Demon Palace, and the Demon Palace?
Yu Yuan was at a loss.
Yet, he suddenly realized that in his past life as Hong Qi, the Sect Master of the Medicine God Sect, he had never even heard of this formidable Sword Immortal capable of slashing the moon.
As the leader of the Medicine God Sect, he should have been aware of such a person.
Unless, of course, the three Upper Sects and both Demon Palaces had collectively sealed away all information about him!
Within the Sword Sect itself, it was strictly prohibited to speak of him or to discuss anything related to him.
Only through such measures could the existence and legacy of the Chopping Moon cultivator be wiped from memory, rendered unknown to all.
"Could this be similar to the Divine Soul Sect?"
At that thought, the overlapping souls within his Consciousness Little World shuddered with force.
The tremor in his Heavenly Soul was even more violent!
In that moment, he deeply sensed the Chopping Moon cultivator's desolation, empathizing with the tragic heroism and the profound outrage of a fallen champion.
This resonated perfectly with the Soul Forging Technique practiced by the Heavenly Soul, aligning with the intricate essence of the Divine Soul Sect's Soul Arts.
As if in a daze, he felt a mysterious connection to the Soul Transformation Pool deep within the Fallen Moon Forbidden Area, and the four ancient black characters, "Hui Ji Must Harm the Soul," seemed to speak to him.
Then, within the depths of his Consciousness Little World, he saw a vivid silhouette.
This silhouette settled within his primary soul, manifesting as an enigmatic soul imprint.
"A single soul imprint has been embedded into my main soul, altering my mindset, my thoughts, my judgments, and my emotional perceptions, influencing my entire being!" In a flash, Yu Yuan's mind became crystal clear. Utilizing the Soul Forging Technique, his Heavenly Soul, the beacon of his intellect, understood what had transpired.
"Zhan Yun, the current sect master of the Bright Sect and a master of enchantment, intends to enslave me by targeting my soul?"
With a newfound clarity, Yu Yuan let out a cold snort within his Consciousness Little World.
His Heavenly Soul appeared to have drawn strength from the far-off Fallen Moon Forbidden Area, transforming abruptly into a hand that gently clasped the vivid imprint of Zhan Yun embedded within his primary soul.
"No need to rush."
Seated calmly within the Sword Prison, he meditated with closed eyes, delving into the intricacies of the sword spell. A peculiar smile curled at the corner of his mouth, as though he was silently scoffing at something.
