Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14081 Forbidden Sword Techniques
At the eye of the storm, Luo Qianchen's unmoving body, like a mountain peak standing firm in the raging storm, has always given people a sense of indestructibility.

However, at this moment, for the first time, it slid backward a full hundred feet!
His feet drew two long tracks in the void, and the void beneath his feet, which was as solid as divine iron, was plowed into two bottomless black ravines!

The ravine exuded a terrifying aura, as if it concealed endless secrets and dangers.

Luo Qianchen's face turned extremely ugly, his eyes revealing a hint of shock and disbelief, clearly not expecting Yun Wuji to be able to unleash such powerful strength.

In contrast, Yun Wuji, with his hunched figure carrying the remnant lamp, remained firmly in place despite the raging aftershocks of the violent energy, as if isolated from the turbulent world.

He is like a stubborn rock rooted at the end of time, unmoved by the erosion of years or the onslaught of wind and rain.

Even the faint blue flame in the lamp in his hand only swayed violently a few times in this earth-shattering collision of forces, like a stubborn blade of grass in the wind, swaying but never going out!
The eerie blue flame flickered with a mysterious and resilient light in the darkness, as if telling the story of the countless vicissitudes it had endured.

Not a single step was retreated!

These three simple words struck like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard.

In this seemingly inevitable clash of overwhelming odds, Yun Wuji, in an unimaginable way, withstood the terrifying power capable of destroying everything, without retreating an inch.

Within the Holy Temple camp, the expressions of those powerful figures who had just regained their footing, which had previously carried a hint of relief and arrogance, instantly froze.

Their pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, their eyes filled with horror, as if they had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world, and they could no longer hide their shock and fear.

This is their Xuan Tian Empress Luo Qianchen, the legendary figure who overwhelms all the heavens, is invincible, and has never shown the slightest weakness in a direct confrontation.

In their hearts, Luo Qianchen is the symbol of invincibility, the pride and pillar of the Holy Temple.

However, at this moment, she was knocked back for the first time in a pure clash of power. How could they accept this?
Empress Xuantian steadied herself, her posture still upright as a pine tree, but her slightly trembling hands betrayed the unease in her heart.

A cold flame surged deep within his eyes, a flame like the ghostly fire from hell, carrying endless anger and killing intent.

She stared intently at the flickering lamp in Yun Wuji's hand, as if trying to see through it and uncover all of Yun Wuji's secrets.

"Time is the fuel, eras are the flames... What a 'gravedigger'!"

You are no longer bound by the laws of this place; one foot has already stepped into the threshold of that coveted realm!

Her voice was cold and deep, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying an indescribable shock and awe.

Yun Wuji's deeply lined face remained expressionless. His weathered face was like an ancient book filled with stories, each wrinkle concealing the secrets of time.

He simply ran his thin, bony fingers lightly across the cold bronze lamp, the movement gentle and slow, as if he were caressing his most cherished treasure.

Then, he uttered a hoarse whisper, the sound like sandpaper scraping, carrying a weariness and helplessness born of a life lived through many hardships:
"Digging graves, enduring the passing years, what else can one do besides fiddling with these embers of time?"

On the path of the 'Tao,' I've only taken half a step more than others.

His words revealed a profound understanding of life and a mixture of persistence and confusion in the pursuit of "Tao".

This half step, seemingly insignificant, may be a chasm he could never cross in his entire life; this half step also puts him at a height that is difficult for ordinary people to reach, and he bears a loneliness and pressure that ordinary people cannot imagine.

"Half a step?"

Upon hearing Yun Wuji's words, which were somewhat self-deprecating yet subtly cryptic, Luo Qianchen let out a short, cold sneer.

The laughter was like a biting winter wind, carrying undisguised contempt and disdain.

However, upon closer inspection, one would find that his gaze grew increasingly solemn and unfathomable, his deep eyes seemingly concealing an endless storm—a sign of vigilance against a powerful opponent and a solemn acceptance of unknown challenges.

"Then take my sword too!"

Luo Qianchen suddenly shouted, his voice resounding throughout the battlefield like a great bell, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

The longsword in his hand, which already exuded a sharp aura, suddenly erupted with white holy flames ten times more intense than before.

The holy flames surged and twisted like a raging tide, and in the blink of an eye, they condensed into a roaring, world-destroying holy dragon phantom.

The phantom of the holy dragon was enormous, its scales shimmering with dazzling light, and its gaping maw revealing sharp fangs, as if it wanted to devour the entire world.

The terrifying aura it emitted caused the surrounding space to tremble violently, and all the laws of nature seemed to collapse and dissipate at this moment.

However, this is not the end!
Luo Qianchen's offensive went far beyond that.

He slowly raised his other free hand, his movements steady and powerful, as if every inch he raised it contained boundless strength.

His five fingers were spread wide, like eagle claws, exuding a sharp and imposing aura.

In the palm of his hand, a pure "nothingness," seemingly capable of devouring all light, was rapidly condensing and collapsing.

That tiny point of "nothingness," seemingly insignificant, contains a devastating power, mercilessly swallowing up the surrounding light and creating a dark area.

A sense of annihilation, far more ancient and profound than the longsword in his hand, seemingly originating from the very beginning of the universe, suddenly spread out.

This sense of annihilation, like icy frost, plunged the entire battlefield into a deathly silence, and all living beings felt a fear that came from the depths of their souls.

Luo Qianchen's voice, carrying a chilling, almost declarative quality, echoed across the silent battlefield:

"This technique has been imprinted deep within my soul since the birth of my martial spirit, and it is called..."

His voice was deep and powerful, each word striking people's hearts like a heavy hammer.

As he finished speaking, the extinguished "nothingness" in his palm suddenly expanded, growing rapidly like an inflating balloon.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a white, giant sword phantom, hovering above his head, a phantom that existed between reality and illusion, wrapped with countless chains of the Great Dao.

The white, giant sword phantom radiated a holy light, yet it also exuded a chilling aura of desolation.

Countless chains of the Great Dao were wrapped around it, as if telling of the mysterious power and endless mysteries it contained.

Each chain shimmered with an eerie light, as if representing a powerful law.