Born with immortal seed

Chapter 694 Falling into the Void
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Ying Liu, the Demon God, is a true big shot in the Heavenly Demon Realm, a giant demon from the Upper Realm, whose fame resounds throughout the heavens.

Such a person would not have even given a second glance if it weren't for the emergence of a successor of the Taibai Sword Sect in this world.

After ten thousand years, hearing news about Taibai again made even the demon god Xiangliu unable to remain calm.

This sword strike, unleashed across realms and imbued with the will of a true dragon, would be enough to annihilate a continent and destroy a small world if placed in the Heavenly Demon Realm.

Even after being weakened layer by layer, the power of this single strike is still equivalent to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, infinitely close to the Void Refinement stage.

In its mind, it should have easily crushed the target, which was merely a Nascent Soul sword cultivator.

But when a pure white sword light rises, all the splendor of the world is overshadowed.

Although it is not dazzling or colorful, it surpasses all colors, with hundreds and thousands of sword light worlds being born every moment.

It was an astonishing beauty that defied description, leaving even Ying Liu in awe.

The roaring golden dragon opened its huge mouth, but before it even arrived, the sea became deathly still. The giant Kun froze and crashed directly into the sea.

All living beings have lost the courage to resist, as if facing a supreme deity, where even moving a finger would be a great blasphemy.

Between heaven and earth, only this pure white sword light continued to evolve vigorously, displaying astonishing vitality.

When the two touched, the originally gloomy sky shone brightly, dispelling the bloodstains.

This pure and exquisite sword light made the world seem illusory, as if one had fallen into a dream.

The various strange phenomena evolved and formed a world that was almost real, but it was still destroyed by the golden dragon.

Looking down from the heavens, the sword light blocking the golden dragon was fluttering in the wind and rain, teetering on the verge of collapse, extremely fragile, and not even in the same league.

The sword light retreated steadily, but remained solid and did not dissipate, thus maintaining its formation.

When one world is destroyed, a second world immediately arises to fill the void.

The twelve flying swords became a unified whole, complementing each other and pushing the concept of "one sword giving rise to myriad laws" to an unprecedented level.

Bai Zichen coughed up blood repeatedly, his face ashen, while Xiao Bai Yuanying, holding the Supreme Qingwei Sword Box, was equally exhausted.

But his bright, clear eyes stood out especially against his thinner face.

The defining characteristic of Dao Sheng Yi Jian is that it involves going all out and leaving no stone unturned.

Whether it was when this sword was first created or today, it has remained unchanged.

Therefore, every slight increase in cultivation level will bring about an increase in the strength of Dao Sheng Yi Jian.

At the same time, once activated, the sword light will continue to generate endlessly as long as one does not want to stop, unless one runs out of fuel.

Normal sword cultivators scoff at this characteristic, because even evolving the simplest world would drain their true essence.

Only he, relying on the Supreme Pure and Subtle Sword Box, had the confidence to evolve the world of sword light to its final stage.

"One sword gives rise to myriad laws, and the sword contains the universe... It divides Yin and Yang, establishes the Five Elements, and distinguishes between purity and turbidity."

The weaker Bai Zichen's aura became, the brighter his eyes grew.

Until a loud bang, blood flowed from all five orifices, and vision was lost, the evolution of the sword light world seemed to have been accelerated.

In the blink of an eye, the world has reached the point of aging and is on the verge of extinction.

Having taken this sword strike, the golden dragon, which had remained unscathed until now, raised its head and roared wildly towards the sky.

The shimmering golden dragon scales turned grayish-white, and the foremost dragon claws were the first to give way, turning into specks of light.

At the same time, it rapidly extended backward, and the seemingly invincible golden dragon collapsed completely in just a few breaths.

Bai Zichen suppressed his extreme weakness, reached out and flicked his hand into the void, returning himself to a moment before.

The sword light fell again, but this time it was aimed at Yinglong below.

Those ferocious beasts were all reduced to wisps of smoke by the afterglow of Dao Sheng's supreme sword.

With a mournful and venomous dragon's roar, Yinglong collapsed completely, his soul washed away and obliterated.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Dao Sheng disintegrated with a single sword strike, and several flying swords that had been temporarily upgraded exploded together, with mournful cries echoing in the air from the dissipating sword spirits.

'Ying Long's strength wasn't beyond expectations, and the imitation of the Myriad Demon Banner was also alright. The main problem was that I didn't expect it to sacrifice itself so decisively, and at the same time, my identity as a successor of the Tai Bai Sword Sect has attracted so much hatred in the Heavenly Demon Realm...'

Bai Zichen looked up and saw that the demon god Ying Liu was moving further and further away.

Making a move from outside one's own domain is not something that can be done so easily.

The attack was thwarted, and when the player tried to gather momentum for another strike, the coordinates in the human realm had been destroyed. Even if the player could see the target, it didn't mean the attack could reach it.

There are countless worlds in between, and even if each layer deviates by only a hair's breadth, in the end they will be worlds apart.

"I have remembered your appearance and aura. I hope that after you ascend to the Earthly Immortal Realm, you will have the luck of Taibai and be able to escape the thousand-year guard of the Heavenly Abyss... Otherwise, the True Dragon Clan in the Heavenly Abyss will give you a good welcome."

The demon god Ying Liu opened and closed her mouth, and it took a long time before any sound came out.

Its form gradually faded until it disappeared completely.

The boundless continent in the shadow of the sky also disappeared and was rapidly closing in.

Bai Zichen forced a smile at the distant Great True Monarch of September, propped his sword against the ground, and tried to pick up the imitation treasure of the Myriad Demon Banner.

As expected of a replica of a seventh-tier supreme treasure, it has managed to achieve this level even under the constraints of the laws of heaven and earth.

It is certain that in the upper realm, this banner could play a far greater role than this.

This can be seen from the fact that the sacrificial banner, after being struck by Daosheng's sword thousands of times, still has its tattered surface intact.

He took a step forward, his body staggered, not from exhaustion or weakness, but because he realized that a tremendous force was trying to push him down.

Click!

Void rifts appeared, spreading in all directions, collapsing around the imitation of the Myriad Demon Banner and spreading outwards.

At his peak, he had the strength to contend with the power of the void, and could escape danger by flying on his sword.

But with his true essence now completely gone, he was swept up in the chaos of being pushed around.

"Oh no! If I'm caught in the void turbulence, I'll truly become a figure of remembrance, sacrificing the future of the Great Dao to save the common people..."

Bai Zichen's heart sank. He only had time to summon the Exquisite Primordial Tower to protect himself. He held two top-grade spirit stones in one hand and poured the spiritual power he had just converted into the tower into the other.

It was at least a Void Treasure, which would give him some protection after falling into the void.

Being able to withstand an attack equivalent to a fully realized Nascent Soul cultivator does not mean that he can ascend through the void passage like a fully realized Nascent Soul cultivator.

Before they could leave a single word, the spot where they stood was covered by the collapsing void. Large chunks of the area, including Bai Zichen's, shattered into smaller pieces, helplessly tumbling away into the distance.

The void collapse continued to expand, gradually swallowing up the Dragon Palace.

September True Lord grabbed the three Nascent Soul cultivators from the Morality Sect on the ground and desperately flew away, much like the giant Kun that yearned for the outside world.

The difference is that he escaped, while Da Kun did not.

"Bai Jianjun is trapped inside like this..."

The Great True Monarch of September had a headache. The Dragon Palace had disappeared, and all the cultivators who had been there were now wandering aimlessly. This was quite normal.

A huge hole appeared beneath the deep water, allowing seawater to flood in.

The shattered sky above had repaired itself and returned to its perfect state.

The sudden appearance of the void rift caused the entire world to disappear, as if it were just an illusion.

But the empty scene before him undoubtedly proved that his memory was not flawed.

"He could even withstand an attack from a Nascent Soul cultivator at the peak of his cultivation; Bai Jianjun falling into the void is far from a certain death... However, he is severely injured, and if he encounters void turbulence..."

The Great True Lord of September saw it clearly; when that demon god appeared, there was nothing else in his sight.

The golden dragon's flight captivated him, leaving him momentarily disoriented and forgetting the specifics of what had happened during that time.

When he regained consciousness, the demon god had retreated, and the True Dragon Saint Son had been cut down by Bai Zichen's sword.

In just a few years, Bai Zichen's strength has surpassed that of when he pacified the Starry Sea.

Either he held back that day and didn't use his full strength.

There was no time to worry about Bai Zichen anymore. The giant Kun was actually alive. It flapped its wings and escaped from the water eye, but half of its wing was broken and drooping there.

Having narrowly escaped death, the giant Kun became extremely agitated. The moment it appeared and raised its wings, tens of thousands of wind blades attacked.

"Luckily, it only lost one wing, otherwise I wouldn't be a match for it!"

With a flick of his sleeve, the Great True Lord of September deflected most of the wind blades, his sleeve bulging as if it were about to explode at any moment.

With his empty palm, he quickly drew talismans and formed a magic seal. With each of his five fingers pointing down, five different divine thunderbolts blasted forth.

The giant Kun shifted its body, and divine lightning struck the demon's back, blasting open five bloody holes.

call out!
A golden pellet shot out, so fast that even the Great True Monarch of September couldn't react in time, and it swept past him, bringing with it a wave of heat.

A spray of blood erupted from the top of the giant Kun's head. After losing a wing, this top-tier wild beast's overall strength was definitely not what it used to be.

Also thanks to the power of the Golden Ball, several layers of instantaneous water curtains couldn't even slow down the Golden Ball's pace.

"You actually carried the Demon-Slaying Moon Crossbow with you!"

The Great True Monarch of September turned around in surprise and found that Huang Tingfeng's Nascent Soul had already woken up and was holding a crossbow in his hand, as if he had just aimed and fired it.

"I specifically borrowed it from Yangxing Peak, thinking that the demon race would invite an ancient demon to help, which would give it a chance to be used..."

Huang Tingfeng raised the golden-white crossbow in his hand as he raised his nascent soul. At his waist was a special quiver in which two golden pellets could be seen lying.

The Demon-Slaying Divine Moon Crossbow is a treasured heirloom of the Moral Sect's Yangxing Peak, a top-grade spiritual treasure, and it is only equipped with five genuine golden pellets.

Once the golden pill is used up, it will be inferior to even an ordinary Heavenly Treasure, requiring a hundred years to condense another one.

With the Demon-Slaying Moon Crossbow and Golden Balls readily available, any Demon Clan member who manages to hit their target has a record of being killed.

"We will assist the Great True Lord in slaying this demon... No one can escape the Great Kun; even the strongest cultivator cannot match its flying speed."

The two Nascent Soul cultivators from Cunsi Peak awoke, one holding a jade bowl and the other taking out a willow-leaf-shaped jade bottle.

The former collects seawater, while the latter pours it out from the jade bottle, trying to confine the giant Kun's movement space as much as possible.

"Alright, I'm indulging in youthful exuberance... It wouldn't be a loss to slay one more top-tier wild beast before I die!"

The Dragon Palace is destroyed, and it is impossible for the Great True Lord of September to find the Holy Water of Everlasting Spring again. Let go of your worries.

After nearly being locked onto by the Heavenly Demon Realm and facing a world-ending calamity, the crisis was averted the very next moment.

The alternation of great joy and sorrow, along with the long-lost passion and fighting spirit, all made Bai Zichen the center of attention.

He spat out a lightning pearl, and his entire body was illuminated by the lightning, revealing a clear and transparent form, even the flow of his blood could be seen.

He then spat out another mouthful of his true essence onto the Thunder Pearl, which was like opening a passage to the world of thunder. He could now command endless divine thunder without worrying about thunder-type spiritual power.

(End of this chapter)