Chapter 1012 - 736: Dao Foundation

A flick of the finger, nine years.

Above the South Sea, clouds ebb and flow like waves in the sky, and lone islands scatter like stars.

An unnamed island, where waves smash against the shores, jagged rocks abound, ancient trees tower majestically, and poisonous miasma spirals amidst silent desolation.

Boom——!!

Suddenly, a wild roar shatters the sky!

The roar is deep and thunderous, resembling a thousand bulls bellowing in unison, causing giant waves to surge on the sea, bending every tree on the island, rocks explode into the air, the entire realm caught in a whirlwind of chaotic turbulence!

At the source of the roar, a colossal shadow coiled in the island’s depths, blotting out the sun with its overwhelming presence.

This creature is bizarrely formed, with a head as fierce as a mountain bull, horns jagged and sharp, emitting a dark red chilling light, yet its body is a giant python thick as a barrel, scales layered like armor, entirely crimson as if forged from molten lava.

Indeed, it’s a red-blooded bull python at the late-stage of Cultivation!

At this moment, the bull python hoists its menacing head, fixated on the white-robed Daoist above the sky, surrounded by a howling demonic wind, its wrath almost taking physical form, soaring to the skies!

High above the heavens, amid the cloud sea, a figure in white robes stands suspended, graceful and untouched by the world, like a Banished Immortal descending to the mortal realm.

The Daoist is also at the late-stage of Cultivation, his Daoist Robe immaculate, gold light swirling around him, standing on a golden profound glow, floating stably in the void.

His gaze never wavers from the island’s center.

At the island’s heart, a robust Spirit Tree stands proudly!

The trunk glows with a radiant sheen, leaves lush and verdant, atop which hang three round and plump red fruits, the fruit emanating fiery splendor, pure yang Spiritual Qi flourishing and spreading widely, the potent creation force palpable even across the vast void.

"High Grade Fire Pear!"

The white-robed Daoist’s eyes flash with excitement, unable to contain his delight:

"This isolated island unexpectedly hides such a heavenly creation Spiritual Object!"

"Friend, this treasure is limited by the chance of heaven and earth, possessed by the virtuous."

"If you are wise, retreat quietly, otherwise I wouldn’t mind collecting a bull-headed ornament."

These contemptuous words utterly incite the bull python’s boundless fury.

Boom!

The bull python’s massive maw opens suddenly, spewing out inky black toxic miasma, black fog swelling across the sky, carrying corrosive Evil Qi.

The black miasma blots out the sun, grass and trees wither upon contact, instantly scorched!

The white-robed Daoist sees this and lets out a cold snort through his nose.

"Stubborn fool, not knowing what’s good for you!"

"Golden Snake Sword, emerge!"

As his words fall, his fingers fly swiftly, conjuring complex and esoteric Spell, the surrounding golden Spirit Light rapidly gathers, condensing, and transforms.

A curving phantom of a Flying Sword, resembling a golden snake coiling, emerges from the void, its blade gilded, intricately patterned like Snake Scales, exuding boundless agility.

This sword was forged from a dual-headed golden snake he had slain earlier, using its Inner Core as the sword’s spine, combined with deep-sea refined gold from the South Sea, honed meticulously day and night.

Within the Qi Refining Realm, it is a peerless weapon of destruction, exceptionally sharp.

Moreover, based on the sword’s traits, he created his very own "Golden Snake Sword Technique," which he takes great pride in.

Swoosh——!!

The Golden Snake Sword slices through the air, Sword Light soaring skyward, displaying a magnificent spectacle, Sword Momentum agile and elusive, endlessly variable, its ends flickering vivaciously, like a living creature.

In a flash, the sword splits into two golden sword shadows, intertwining left and right, resembling a dual-headed golden snake biting, or like divine scissors, razor-sharp, piercing through the void.

Shick—!

The corruptive black miasma shrouding the heavens is effortlessly cut, torn, and divided by this exquisite sword momentum.

The toxic black fog is stripped, pulverized, and dissolved by the layers of Sword Light, the noxious Evil Qi scattering before the golden glow, utterly defenseless.

"Kill!"

The sword shadows merge abruptly, the two golden sword lights amalgamating into a slender, sharp golden line, darting through the dispersing black fog, at a speed utmost, like a waking dual-headed golden snake, opening its bloody sword mouth, pouncing directly at the bull python’s demonic head!

High above the heavens, the white-robed Daoist sees his Sword Momentum become increasingly harmonious and intricate, satisfied in secret:

"My self-created Golden Snake Swordsmanship advances ever further!"

"Given time, polished to perfection, innovating anew, I may certainly achieve the Dao Foundation Sword Immortal status!"

His Heart Spirit drifts far, indulging in visions of the future Great Dao, imagining boundlessly.

But at this very moment!

Rumble——!!

Suddenly, thunder explodes beside him!

The roar deafening, penetrating his Perception Sea, thunder resonates within the void.

The Daoist’s Heart Spirit quakes, vision becoming fleetingly blurred.

In the next instant, the black fog previously shredded by the Sword Light vanishes completely, replaced by ceaseless red demonic fog, instantly filling the void before him, just a breath away!

The speed is bewilderingly fast, utterly uncanny, impossible to evade!

"Not good!"

The white-robed Daoist feels an icy chill in his heart and exclaims involuntarily.

His eyes blaze with golden radiance as he activates his Spell Eye, quickly surveying the scene, immediately discerning the eerie battlefield.

At this moment, his proud Golden Snake Sword is already wrapped heavily by the inky toxic miasma.

Countless tiny red toxic snakes sprout from the fog, tightly locking the sword, rendering it immobile!

His earlier astonishing Sword Technique and dominative battlefield, turned out to be a calculated Illusion Realm by the opponent, aimed for an underhanded sudden death, a one-shot kill!

"Thunder Illusion!"

The Daoist’s expression transforms drastically, horrified as he mutters:

"Thunder is the source of illusion, this vile creature’s bloodline is surprisingly extraordinary! Possessing such Daoist Technique!!"

With danger imminent, he dare not delay, instantly ceasing all fantasies, forcibly stabilizing his Heart Spirit, rapidly gesturing Spell.

With a sweep of his robe, a cyan jade gourd flies through the air, its mouth opening abruptly!