Translator: AnubisTL
"White Emperor Golden Sovereign Slash!"
An incredibly dense concentration of metal-attribute Primordial Energy of Heaven and Earth had gathered at the sword's edge. The Formless Saint Ancestor chuckled softly, then swung the Immortal Slaughtering Sword down toward Li Qing's position.
But in that instant, another sudden mutation occurred.
The Immortal Slaughtering Sword contained a soaring malevolent energy—Li Qing's own malevolent energy, now refined into the baleful sword, a single entity.
This earth-shattering baleful sword erupted, immediately influencing the Immortal Slaughtering Sword.
In the next moment, the terrifying sword beam that had been unleashed from the blade instead slashed in the opposite direction, toward the Formless Saint Ancestor himself.
Boom!
In an instant, starting from the Formless Saint Ancestor's body and extending over a thousand miles behind him, the land was cleanly split in two.
The entire heaven and earth had been cleaved apart, perfectly bisected.
"Cough... How is this possible?"
The Formless Saint Ancestor's life force rapidly waned. His body split into two halves, leaving only a wisp of consciousness lingering.
Before him, Li Qing slowly raised his head, a smile spreading across his face.
"The same goes for you," Li Qing retorted. "The peerless sword I refined isn't so easily wielded. Do you like the sword I gifted you?"
As his words faded, Li Qing focused his mind, once again channeling the baleful sword energy within the Immortal Slaughtering Sword.
Boom!
The razor-sharp baleful sword energy surged into the Formless Saint Ancestor's body, corroding his last vestiges of life force.
This malevolent energy originated from the saint ancestor himself, allowing Li Qing to manipulate it at will.
The Formless Saint Ancestor had sought to end Li Qing's life with the peerless sword Li Qing had refined, but Li Qing had planned the same fate for him.
With his current strength, even wielding the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, Li Qing might not have been able to defeat the Formless Saint Ancestor so easily, let alone kill him.
Thus, he had meticulously planned this outcome from the start. After emerging from the Soul Nurturing Secret Realm, he had cultivated an atmosphere that convinced the Formless Saint Ancestor that the Immortal Slaughtering Sword was his greatest asset.
When the Formless Saint Ancestor finally seized the peerless sword, at the peak of his arrogance and complacency, Li Qing unleashed the baleful sword energy, reclaiming control of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword.
In the end, the Formless Saint Ancestor had died by his own hand.
As the baleful sword devoured the Formless Saint Ancestor's last vestige of life, he didn't even leave behind a final word before his dao body plummeted from the sky.
Seeing this, Li Qing finally exhaled in relief.
"Although the Immortal Slaughtering Sword was just forged and hasn't been nourished by my true essence or imprinted with my qi mechanism, it was ultimately forged from my own malevolent energy. How could I allow you to seize it so easily?"
"Still, the name 'White Emperor Golden Sovereign Slash' is quite fitting. It saves me the trouble of naming it myself."
With those words, Li Qing beckoned, and the Immortal Slaughtering Sword immediately soared through the air toward him.
He stroked the peerless sword he had forged with satisfaction, while casting a lingering glance at the ravaged landscape before him.
The Formless Saint Ancestor's final strike with the Immortal Slaughtering Sword had been truly terrifying. The entire heaven and earth ahead had been cleaved in two.
A ten-thousand-zhang-long chasm now scarred the great earth, resembling an abyss, while a shocking rift in the void hung above, reminiscent of the fissures that had once opened to the demon realm.
"So this is the full power of a saint ancestor... truly terrifying."
Li Qing muttered to himself, his voice filled with deep apprehension. He dared not imagine how he could possibly withstand such a strike if it were aimed at him.
He lacked even the confidence to evade that sword qi, which had condensed the boundless Primordial Energy of Heaven and Earth. Its trajectory was utterly impossible to track.
With a single slash, space itself was cleaved apart, transcending all barriers and distances.
Even Li Qing, who now wielded the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, couldn't guarantee he could unleash such a strike. He would need to reach the peak of the nascent soul realm, or perhaps even the divine transformation stage, before he could once again execute the White Emperor Golden Sovereign Slash.
After a long moment, Li Qing exhaled deeply, relieved to have survived this ordeal.
His gaze fell upon the Formless Saint Ancestor's dao body, now cleaved in two. A flicker of realization crossed his mind, and he immediately flew toward the remains.
"A dao body manifested by a Demon Realm Saint Ancestor... its value is immeasurable."
Li Qing's eyes burned with fervor, as if he could already see the divine transformation stage beckoning him.
Without hesitation, he collected the two halves of the dao body, simultaneously retrieving the Fire Spirit Pearl that had originally belonged to him.
Having completed these preparations, Li Qing soared toward the Lingyun Sect.
But before he could fly far, his body staggered in mid-air, nearly plummeting to the ground.
Frowning, Li Qing pulled open his azure daoist robe, revealing streaks of jet-black demonic runes branded across his chest.
These were the remnants of the Formless Saint Ancestor's ambush, executed through three spirit pearls. Now, these runes seared into his flesh, each one disrupting the flow of mana within his body.
They periodically suppressed his spiritual energy, making even maintaining flight a struggle.
"In the end, he still left me with trouble," Li Qing muttered, a wry smile twisting his lips. "The Formless Saint Ancestor had plenty of tricks up his sleeve. But in the end, my strategy proved superior."
Li Qing knew his victory had been precarious. Had the Formless Saint Ancestor not attempted to seize the sword, these demonic runes alone might have sealed his doom.
He had truly grasped the terror of a Demon Realm Saint Ancestor. Even a nascent soul realm dao body descending to the lower realm had plunged the entire Human Realm into chaos.
Li Qing had exhausted every trick and tactic, exploiting a momentary lapse in his opponent's guard to finally strike him down with his sword. Even then, the final blow hadn't been struck by his own hand.
"But no matter how it happened, I still won."
"These bizarre demonic runes are troublesome, but they're not insurmountable."
After assessing his condition, Li Qing staggered unsteadily into the air, flying toward the Lingyun Sect.
Demon Realm, an Unknowable Place
In the vast, pitch-black Heavenly Domain, the grotesque, twisted faces etched across the sky simultaneously snapped their eyes open. Countless eerie eyes had already opened across this celestial canvas.
"Another dao body destroyed... What strange anomaly lurks in that Minor World?"
"Could it be a scheme orchestrated by a Heavenly Venerate of the spirit realm, or perhaps a hidden contingency left by some demon ancestor?"
The Formless Saint Ancestor instinctively cast the Formless Life-Peering Art once more, but the vision remained blank—a void filled only with nothingness and chaos. He still knew nothing about the entity that had slain his dao body.
"This is becoming increasingly intriguing. I never imagined a mere Minor World would cost me two dao bodies in succession."
Soon, the demonic murmur of self-talk faded away, and the eerie eyes closed once more.
(End of the Chapter)
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