Destiny is ashes

Chapter 1050 Proof of Emptiness and Creation of the Dao

Upon hearing this, not only Little Candle Dragon, but also the mysterious figure beside him was stunned.

"Absolutely, absolutely!" Even Fu Xie laughed heartily, his voice filled with generosity and pride: "We sword cultivators must have this kind of spirit, which is why I chose you, An Jing!"

"...I don't have time to joke with you now!"

Taking a deep breath, Feng Boye's tone suddenly became resolute. Time flowed around her, and a power originating from the deepest part of her bloodline began to surge forth: "You are indeed very strong. I chose to be born, I chose you, I chose to be born because of you..."

“I know you may not be joking, but I can’t gamble with Huai Xu and the survival of all living beings in the Great Wilderness!”

"Now, I must also take on my responsibilities and fulfill my destiny!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already transformed into a streak of light and thrust out a sword!
"It's quite good that you have this kind of awareness."

An Jing easily raised his sword to parry. The blades clashed, and in the crisp clang, the blades reflected two similar faces, but now with completely different underlying colors.

An Jing calmly gazed at her and said, "You copied my talent, my abilities, everything about me, right?"

"This sword strike is indeed at my 'current' level."

“Yes!” Feng Boye sensed it. In the instant she clashed with An Jing, a spacetime completely different from the one controlled by her own Candle Dragon power appeared. An independent spacetime remained unmoved, blocking all the influence of her cosmic light. She couldn’t help but exclaim, “You are truly a unique genius in this world!”
Then, golden flames ignited in her eyes: "But you are ultimately human, while I am the Candle Dragon!"

The swords separated, then clashed again! In an instant, a series of clanging and buzzing sounds blended together, like a long, drawn-out dragon's roar.

At this moment, An Jing and Feng Boye were exchanging sword strikes, and their sword moves, strength, and timing were exactly the same.

For the first time, An Jing did not gain an overwhelming advantage on a purely technical level.

His ability to accelerate, decelerate, pause, distort, misalign, and divide the light of the universe, as the "Lord of the Four Seasons," is meaningless to Zhulong and can even be countered by him.

What appeared to be a simple sword fight between the two had actually been going at it for nearly a thousand moves in their own separate timelines.

"Indeed, Zhulong is indeed powerful. This ability is more powerful than any talent."

Seemingly satisfied, An Jing's lips curled up: "But let me make this clear..."

"My talent is very dangerous."

"So, let me let you truly sense my real talent."

"—There's another trump card?" Feng Boye's heart skipped a beat, and in that instant, An Jing's sword aura suddenly changed!
That was no longer the swordsmanship she was familiar with, An Jing's own, which had no standards or traces and had returned to simplicity by incorporating countless techniques. Instead, it was a pure, self-centered, supreme sword intent that seemed to sever the heavens and the earth!
Its exquisite features are seven parts similar to the previous Yue Qingge, but the flowing cosmic charm in it also carries the shadow of the Zhulong lineage!

[Heaven-Slaying Sword - Illuminating Candle]

Under this sword strike, the Zhulong bloodline's control over the cosmic light became somewhat disordered, seemingly unable to distinguish between friend and foe.

Forced back by the sudden sword strike, Feng Boye dodged and landed again, looking at An Jing in disbelief: "You... you can learn it in one go?!"

"These techniques, the swordsmanship over there, the knife skills over here, and all those miscellaneous supernatural abilities, even my bloodline supernatural abilities... so you've already mastered them?"

At that moment, Feng Boye instantly understood, his voice rising in utter astonishment: "So, as long as you're attacked, as long as you see it, you can immediately learn, and even... do it better?!"

"Then why do you still want it?!"

"Why should I still strive to cultivate myself, right?"

An Jing smiled and thrust out his sword again. This time, the sword of foresight even severed time itself, and even Zhulong couldn't find a way to evade it in an instant.

In an instant, the sword light pierced through the opening revealed by Feng Boye's loss of composure, penetrating her chest.

Before An Jing could stir up the sword, Feng Boye, realizing what was happening, quickly retreated, leaving only a trail of golden blood.

An Jing did not pursue. He simply twirled his sword, flicking away the Candle Dragon Blood from its blade: "You see, because you copied my talent, you subconsciously believed in this instinct—you subconsciously wanted to experience other people's attacks, you felt they couldn't hurt you..."

“But I can get hurt.” With that, An Jing stepped forward, pressing Feng Boye’s movements: “Feng Boye, you’re mistaken. You don’t need to transform into human form. You can use my talent by transforming into my appearance.”

"Human skills, in the end, are nothing special. Two hands, two legs, one head, one body. After exhausting all wisdom, human martial arts only bore me."

"That's just human behavior within the framework set by the world, not technology as defined by me."

He raised his eyes, those eyes like molten lava, gazing at Feng Boye, and also at the mysterious figure.

"Defeat the limitations of the world—create something entirely new, something that has never existed before, something that gives birth to something new from nothingness..."

“I’m trying this out.”

—Emptiness within emptiness, the creation of heaven and earth…the opening of the Dao?!

Feng Boye clutched his chest. Despite having the same talent and skills as him, An Jing was able to defeat 'himself' with just one sword strike!
He is stronger than he was in the past, every second, every breath, every instant!
"You... you've already touched it?"

Although the wound on his chest quickly healed, the memories and inheritance surging within his bloodline still made Feng Boye look at An Jing with disbelief: "Devouring heaven and earth, another path to transcendence beyond the ultimate unity?!"

[The Void is Proven, Opening Heaven and Establishing the Way!]
—Was it taught by Fu Xie? No, it wasn't... Although the way of the sword itself is a great path that emerges from 'emptiness within emptiness', not every sword cultivator will walk this path...

Could it be that An Jing figured this out on his own?
He invented the wheel all by himself... no, he comprehended the 'method of harmony' all by himself?!

Meeting An Jing's gaze, she felt for the first time a deep-seated respect and fear: "Are you really human? Are you the embodiment of the Dao, incarnate?!"

"That would be too boring."

An Jing said softly, "Rather than being the world, I actually prefer to be the enemy of the world... even if that world is 'myself'."

"An Jing, you bastard..."

At this moment, Feng Boye and the mysterious figure exchanged a glance. They both understood that An Jing was truly an extremely stubborn person who would not listen to any advice and would only act according to his own ideas.

So, the two of them moved forward at the same time!
The two attacked together, posing ten times greater a threat than when Feng Boye fought An Jing alone earlier.

Normally, even Anjing would be facing a tough battle now.

However, what is considered common sense is destined to be surpassed.

This time, An Jing only swung his sword once.

This sword strike, seemingly ordinary, flows like water, yet it is unstoppable—no matter the time or the possibility, the sword light that permeates the air has already spread out, only to condense again in an instant before striking.

In that instant, Feng Boye saw the starry sky.

The sword light that spread out was like a star, and the billions of dazzling points of sword light arranged and operated in a way that seemed chaotic and ever-changing, but was actually constant and orderly. Among them, the seven luminaries were arranged and rotated in the heavens, which was unstoppable and could not be defied.

It's like... the cosmic light surging, the Milky Way flowing!

The tide surged, the sword light swept across, as if the heavens were turning, the Milky Way was surging, containing the weight of the entire world, easily defeating the two at the same time and sending them flying.

"In the end, my opponents have never been you."

He slowly turned around, facing alone the ancient dragon scale that radiated eternal light, the blood-red giant hand in the sky, and the entire decaying world beyond that giant hand.

"But..."

"sky."

Without the slightest hesitation, An Jing strode forward, heading towards the [Heaven] of the Zhaolin Realm.

He strode towards the Ancestral Dragon Scale!
(End of this chapter)