Chapter 937 - 937 The Final Battle of Dao Struggle (13)
937 The Final Battle of Dao Struggle (13)
On the other side, the expression of the Grand Elder of the Yuling Dao Sect, Heavenly Venerable Xing Di, who was blocking in front of Han Muye, changed. In the end, he raised a nine-layer cloud dragon in his hand and collided with the golden words formed by the Great Spirit.
“Boom!”
The Great Spirit in the void vibrated, and the words were struck by the immortal treasure, as if they were about to shatter.
Holding his sword, Gao Xiaoxuan turned to look at Han Muye.
There were no subsequent verses. The power condensed by the Great Spirit was incomplete, unable to suppress the Heavenly Venerables.
Taking a deep breath, Han Muye whispered, “Gone are the days when we were all outstanding. Let’s focus on the present.”
Focus on the present!
A bright light shone through Gao Xiaoxuan’s eyes, and his body radiated endless brilliance. The Great Spirit qi surged into the sky, and a line of characters directly manifested in the void.
The power of heaven and earth trembled and shone.
“Boom!”
Heavenly Venerable Mu Ran, who was wrapped in the Great Spirit, was directly suppressed under the words, and the immortal light around his body shattered.
Each and every word was heavy and forceful.
The power of one word could suppress the world.
The power of the ancient magnificent force that came from the Divine Court today displayed a power that made the entire world tremble.
Heavenly Venerable Xing Di, who was originally attacking the golden words, had a drastic change in expression. He retracted his immortal treasure and tensed up.
At this moment, the golden characters in front of him seemed like an insurmountable barrier, and he felt as small as an ant.
“Boom!”
The golden body on Gao Xiaoxuan shattered.
A faint golden silhouette emerged.
“You were right about focusing on the present.” The figure dressed in a robe and adorned with a tall crown looked at Han Muye, revealing a hint of nostalgia on his face.
“I thought that I could protect the Divine Emperor and build a new Divine Court, with the Great Spirit reigning over heaven and earth.
“Looking at it now, I was wrong.”
Turning his head, the silhouette’s gaze fell upon Gao Xiaoxuan, and a smile appeared on his face.
“You’re right, the world is bustling. We should go and see it.
“Go and see it for me.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the silhouette completely shattered.
The Great Spirit that came from the ancient times reversed time, and brought the suppressed Heavenly Venerables back to the ancient Divine Court.
It had only been two hundred breaths since the Great Spirit pierced through the River of Time and returned.
However, everyone seemed to have experienced a hundred years in that time.
In 200 breaths, a Heavenly Venerable was suppressed.
In 200 breaths, the soul of an ancient Divine Court mighty figure finally dissipated.
When the Great Spirit qi in the void completely dissipated, the entire void fell into silence.
Wen Qu, the chief official of the ancient Divine Court, departed in a different way and was reborn.
Now, Gao Xiaoxuan is just Gao Xiaoxuan.
In the void, the divine beast avatar and the true body of Han Muye were separated by a hundred miles.
Heavenly Venerable Xing Di, who was holding the nine-layer cloud-like treasure, radiated spiritual and immortal light, and his gaze was fixed on Han Muye.
At this moment, the lightning between heaven and earth had turned golden, and the intertwined halo in the void seemed to transform all the stars into flames.
Heavenly Venerable Xing Di swung the nine-layered cloud-like treasure down upon Han Muye’s head.
The Heavenly Venerable made a move!
The vast void was directly imprisoned.
Just like when the Endless Heavenly Venerables attacked back then, this hundred-mile radius became a separate world outside the struggle of the Dao.
It cut off the exploration of divine consciousness and became an independent world. Outsiders couldn’t perceive any movement within it.
No one could break this world until Heavenly Venerable Xing Di died.
Unless, with a single strike, Heavenly Venerable Xing Di was slain!
At this moment, only Han Muye’s two bodies faced Heavenly Venerable Xing Di alone in this world.
“Buzz!”
The nine-layered cloud-like treasure transformed into nine jade-white long dragons, entwining Han Muye. “Let’s see if anyone else can come to your rescue.”
“Rescue?” The sword in Han Muye’s hand emitted a golden spiritual light, and 30 million sword lights gathered.
“With just you, you can’t stop me.” The divine beast avatar let out a low roar, and its powerful body broke through the imprisoned space, standing side by side with the true body.
The divine beast’s body collided with the cloud dragons, shattering them one after another.
As the nine cloud dragons shattered, the gathering clouds outside the divine beast’s body converged into ropes, binding it.
Even though it could bear the weight of a world, the divine beast Baxia was now immobilized and unable to move.
Heavenly Venerable Xing Di laughed heartily as a golden spiritual light in his hand collided with the sword light thrust out by Han Muye’s true body.
“Boom!”
The sword light collapsed and spiritual light flashed.
“Do you know why I didn’t kill you publicly?” Heavenly Venerable Xing Di looked at Han Muye and said softly.
Before Han Muye could answer, he had already reached out and pointed at him. “Because I want you.
“The person favored by heaven and earth, if I can possess your body and devour your divine soul, I can obtain the great fortune condensed in this realm.
“Do you know how many tens of thousands of years I have waited for this opportunity?”
A vibrant immortal light radiated from Heavenly Venerable Xing Di’s body, forming a set of green immortal armor around him.
Mysterious immortal patterns appeared on the immortal armor.
Behind him, an illusory and ancient figure appeared.
“You’re familiar with the Wood Deity, so you should have heard of my name.”
“I know.” Han Muye nodded and looked at the figure that appeared behind Heavenly Venerable Xing Di. “Marquis Su Ming of Weiyuan, the general guarding the ancient Divine Court.
“The collapse of the Divine Court and the sealing of the Immortal Ascension Platform were all thanks to you.
“Everyone thought that you died on the Immortal Ascension Platform. It turns out that you were reincarnated.”
At this point, Han Muye said calmly, “I understand why you had to seal the space before making your move.
“If Imperial Uncle Cao Yi sees you, he’ll tear you apart alive.”
When the ancient Divine Court collapsed, Marquis Su Ming, who guarded the divine court, made significant contributions.
As a trusted marquis of the Divine Emperor, he had betrayed the Divine Emperor and led a few mighty figures to attack the Divine Court.
Just as Han Muye had said, if he knew that Su Ming was still alive, Cao Yi would definitely not let him off.
“Hehe, it doesn’t matter. In a moment, Xuming will disappear.
“From now on, there will only be you, Han Muye, in the world.”
Su Ming laughed heartily as he swung a golden long sword horizontally towards Han Muye.
The sword’s radiance was peculiar, instantly suppressing Han Muye’s body and penetrating his divine soul.
Like the secret guards of the Divine Court, this sword disregarded spiritual and immortal radiance, directly injuring the divine soul!
This was a unique technique of the Divine Court, and countless experts had met their end under this soul-slashing sword.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and a smile appeared on his face.
Behind him, the hidden nine-story sword tower slowly emerged.
His sword Dao’s primordial spirit condensed, and his longsword swept through the air.
“Nine Essence Sword Pagoda!”
Su Ming let out a low cry and widened his eyes.
In the world, only the Upper Three Heavens Sword Sect possessed a Nine Essence Sword Tower. How could Han Muye possibly have one in his hand?
“Buzz!”
The nine-story sword tower merged with Han Muye’s primordial spirit, emitting a dazzling sword light that directly collided with Su Ming’s long sword.
The golden long sword instantly shattered.
The primordial sword and the nine-story sword tower merged together, and the power unleashed directly shattered Su Ming’s immortal weapon.
The direction of the sword and the sword tower remained unchanged as they descended from above.
Su Ming stared at the sword tower, his eyes wide open, and panic filled his voice as he muttered, “I know, I know who you are, don’t kill me, I know—”
As the sword tower descended, it passed through Su Ming’s illusory body, directly severing his divine soul.
The nine-story sword tower, the primordial sword, such formidable power could only be withstood by the strongest individuals of the Upper Three Heavens.
Su Ming’s reincarnation and abandonment of his past power left him powerless to resist this primordial sword.
“Buzz!”
The moment Su Ming fell, the entire imprisoned void collapsed, and all the power surged towards Han Muye.
Between heaven and earth, lightning flashed.
Han Muye looked up, took a step forward, and the colossal divine beast’s body fell in front of him.
The primordial sword flashed and landed within the divine beast’s body. The primordial spirit trembled, causing the two bodies to merge instantly.
The strongest physical body in the world, the divine beast’s body, the power of the primordial sword, and the comprehension of the sword Dao combined with the power of time and space.
In the void, endless lightning enveloped Han Muye’s body.
“Boom!”
In the void, a sea of lightning formed.
All the experts slowly stopped fighting.
The power of the sea of lightning had already affected the surrounding void for thousands of miles.
Experts within and outside the boundaries of the realm stared intently at the sea of lightning.
Among them, a top-tier powerhouse was being conceived.
The question remained: Was it truly Han Muye or the Upper Three Heavens’ Elder of the Yuling Dao Sect, Heavenly Venerable Xing Di?
Had Han Muye truly been slain during the moment when the power of heaven and earth was imprisoned?
Could he really survive and trigger the heavenly calamity in the face of a Heavenly Venerable?
At this moment, everyone was waiting.
Waiting for the figure emerging from the sea of lightning, undergoing rebirth.