Supreme Sword Exalt

In the Central Continent, Pi Luo realized that strange Yellow Springs Crossing depleted his divine power significantly. For the first time since his descent, he felt anger rise within him. Boundless divine might descended as he gazed upon Ren Wu and Ren Liu not far away.

However, all that remained of the two brothers were two heads: one large and one small. Each wore a ghost-face jade token that was continuously dissipating.

Ren Wu gasped for breath, exhausted. “Damn it! No more! I can’t hold on anymore, I can’t hold on! Pi Luo, is it? Don’t let my real self run into you, or you’ll be in for it—”

Before Pi Luo could make a move, Ren Wu vanished in an instant. Even among forbidden divine abilities, Yellow Springs Crossing stood in a class of its own. A divine ability of this caliber was something even their true selves could scarcely unleash to its fullest extent, let alone two split souls. Being able to summon a corner of the Yellow Springs and wound Pi Luo was already something they could be proud of.

Ren Liu was still holding on with great difficulty. “Just... Just...”

Not because he was stronger than Ren Wu, but because he wanted to get a few harsh words out. It was just two words, but for him, something that was extremely easy for any mortal was as difficult as ascending to heaven, no less challenging than performing the Yellow Springs Crossing divine ability a second time.

Perhaps because the Great Dao took pity on him, in the second before he completely dissipated, he finally managed to say, “Wait!”

At the same time, boundless red rain poured down from the sky veil. The entire heaven and earth seemed to have been dyed crimson.

Pi Luo radiated an even greater air of overbearing majesty, his voice far colder than before. “Those who offend heaven shall find their sins unforgivable! Only through destruction can there be rebirth!”

Holding nothing back, he unleashed all the boundless divine power within him, stronger than ever before.

***

At the same time, the terrifying divine flame had increased more than tenfold in both might and speed. Previously, many cultivators had been quite far from the divine flame, leaving them with a sliver of hope of escaping. Now, even those cultivators had all been swallowed up.

“AAAh!!!”

“Master, save me...”

”Old Ancestor... don’t abandon me...”

Those with higher cultivation could still cry out, while those with lower cultivation didn’t even have the chance to beg for help.

Near the edge of the Central Continent, Yan Qianjue and his group fled without looking back. Sorrow etched on every face. The falling rain only seemed to accentuate the despair and grief in everyone’s hearts.

A rumbling sound came, and two six-armed, three-eyed figures descended. Wisps after wisps of red mist coiled around them. They were the former two venerables from the Central Dao Palace.

“Where are you off to, Fellow Daoists?”

“Our god has decreed that you have offended heaven. You must cleanse your sins with your lives!”

Four massive arms swung down, blocking the group’s path. Their six eyes swiveled ceaselessly, staring at the group with looks of mockery. As the most orthodox divine servants, they had still retained their own consciousness, just like Yun Tu.

Without hesitation, Yan Qianjue was the first to step forward. The Luoheng Holy Master was about to follow suit, only to be stopped by Yan Qianjue’s gaze. “I’ll go first! Then, you’re next!”

The members of the Western Extreme Holy Demon Sect were overcome with grief.

“Sect Master!”

Yu Miao’s face was streaked with tears, her heart filled with guilt. “Father... I’m sorry...”

She deeply regretted having been so cold to him before.

Yan Qianjue sighed. “Enough. Having my daughter say that makes dying worth it! All of you, go. Don’t look back! Don’t let me die for nothing...”

He was about to use a secret technique to ignite himself.

In the next moment, with the sound of a Buddhist chant, the old monk landed before the group. He was now thin and withered. “Amitabha. Benefactors, please leave first. I will hold them back for a moment.”

Light radiated from him in full force. As the light circulated, the projections of three thousand Buddhas appeared behind him. The light was serene and peaceful, dispelling much of the fear and sorrow in everyone’s hearts.

With a soft cry, the old monk pressed his hands together, and the three thousand Buddhas fused into one. “Go!”

A Buddha projection ten thousand zhang tall, faintly resembling the old monk, stepped forward and stood before the two divine servants. As for Yan Qianjue’s group, before they could react, a gentle palm strike sent them far away.

Yan Qianjue turned his head. “Bald donkey, if we leave, what about you?!”

The old monk seemed somewhat gratified. “Benefactor Yan, there is indeed the nature of Buddha in your heart.”

“Damn it, would it kill you to not speak in code?!”

The old monk moved slightly and gently struck out with his palm. “Amitabha.”

A thousand-zhang-wide swastika Buddha seal descended from the sky, crushing the two divine servants thoroughly.

“If I don’t enter hell, who will?”

Yan Qianjue paused, then understood his intent. “Good for you, bald donkey! If there’s a chance, I guess discussing the Dharma with you wouldn’t be so bad after all.”

The old monk thought, There probably would be no chance.

Monks didn’t lie, so he could not give his word.

***

Divine power erupted within the inner layer. Pi Luo was about to break through the God-Slaying Formation for the third time when he halted.

With a hint of surprise, he fixed his gaze on the west. “Divine language?”

Yun Tu had sent him a plea for help from the Western Desert in divine language. In fact, that was the only language capable of transcending the limits of cultivation and spreading across boundless distances.

He was somewhat surprised. “Not bad! I didn’t expect there to be such a loyal believer in this remote corner of the mortal world!”

The divine language was an ancient language unique to the divine clan, having existed before the dawn of creation. Only fanatics like Yun Tu, who were sufficiently talented and extremely loyal, could master it. Moreover, unlike those forcibly converted through divine cores, fanatics usually sought transformation of their own accord.

A single fanatic could bring the divine clan faith power that far exceeded that of tens of thousands of ordinary believers. Such a believer was uncommon even among the divine clan’s trillions upon trillions of believers.

Thinking of this, Pi Luo nodded slightly. “Very well. Since you are so loyal, I shall grant you some fortune!”

A vast surge of divine power rose from him, vanishing into the sky without a trace. At the same time, that ten-thousand-zhang Buddha projection of the old monk also caught his eye.

There was a faint trace of Buddhist charm that felt somewhat familiar to him. “The Buddhist sect? The Thunderclap lineage? It can’t be allowed to exist!”

With an icy expression, he threw a punch. In the shattering space, a vast surge of divine power that carried boundless might crashed onto the Buddha projection.