Chapter 1077 - 558: Seal Mutation (Part 2)

Chapter 1077: Chapter 558: Seal Mutation (Part 2)

As time ticked by, the Divinity Transformation Sword Cultivator’s breathing gradually steadied, and some color returned to his face. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Li Mu keeping vigil beside him.

"Li... Elder Li?" he weakly called out, a flash of surprise and gratitude in his eyes.

"It’s fine now. Report back to the Sect! I will go support Sword Master Feng!"

Li Mu looked at the Divinity Transformation Sword Cultivator, signaling him to rest assured.

Before his voice faded, Li Mu’s figure flickered and vanished like a specter, leaving behind only a ripple as evidence of his extraordinary prowess and his urgent resolve.

Watching Li Mu disappear, the Divinity Transformation Sword Cultivator widened his eyes in disbelief, silently marveling at Elder Li’s unfathomable depth as he vanished within the range of his Divine Sense in the blink of an eye.

My escape technique isn’t weak within the Sect, but when compared to Elder Li here, it’s like a firefly before the moon, incomparable. His movement in that instant was not only astonishingly fast but also a demonstration of mastery over the Dao Principle of Heaven and Earth, existing within the Sealing Array, ignoring all Restrictions; the Array was his to command at will, unrestrained and unbound.

At this moment, Li Mu appeared at the core region of the Extreme Yin Seal Array, releasing concealment, his Divine Sense firmly locking on one of the leaders among the black-robed Cultivators. This man wore a black robe, a ghostly mask, and exuded the aura of the Peak of Integration. His eyes glowed with eerie green light, and he was the one presiding over the destruction of the Sealing Array. His hands continuously crafted complex spells, driving the Demon Array to emit a large amount of Demon Qi that churned the Yin Sha Qi, thus damaging the Sealing Array.

Sword Master Feng had already discovered these Demon Cultivators as well, his figure as elusive as the breeze amidst the forest, even those Demon Cultivators with heightened vigilance failed to notice his presence.

As the distance steadily closed, Sword Master Feng found the opportune moment to strike, gathering all his Sword Intent to the utmost, transforming into a thread of clear breeze that rushed straight towards the black-robed Commander - Ming Shuang.

The black-robed Commander was fully absorbed in the destruction of the Sealing Array, completely oblivious to the impending threat, until Sword Master Feng’s sword tip was almost upon him. Only then did he abruptly realize, but it was already too late.

Sword Master Feng’s swordsmanship was remarkably exquisite, a point of cold glimmer materialized out of thin air, perfectly evading all the Demon Cultivators’ perception, the sword tip aiming for the leader’s vitals.

"Break!" With a low shout, Sword Master Feng’s Sword Aura cleaved the sky like lightning, instantly piercing through the black-robed Commander’s chest, stabbing straight into his heart.

"Haha! You’ve arrived just in time!"

The black-robed Commander - Ming Shuang, as he was pierced by the Sword Aura, let out an eerie chuckle, his form suddenly blurring and dissipating like an apparition in place.

"When!"

Sword Master Feng was startled, immediately realizing he was trapped within the opponent’s Dharma Realm, looking around only to see the Yin Sha Qi roiling, obstructing his vision and making it difficult to pinpoint the true form of the black-robed Commander - Ming Shuang. The Yin Sha Power intertwined with sinister Demon Qi formed invisible walls, confining him within this space.

Sword Master Feng swung the Cyan Rainbow Dao Sword in his hand, an endless Sword Domain unfolded with all force driven by his Integration Realm cultivation. The Sword Domain expanded, with surging Sword Intent akin to rushing rivers, contending with the surrounding Yin Sha Qi and Demon Qi, attempting to tear apart this space of confinement.

The Cyan Rainbow Dao Sword unleashed streaks of Sword Aura accompanied by sharp Sword Wind, slicing through the surrounding Demon Qi and Yin Sha, roaring fiercely.

With a movement of heart thought, Sword Master Feng’s form suddenly became illusory, as if merging with the Sword Intent within the Sword Domain, his personal Sword Intent fusing with the Dao of Nature within Heaven and Earth, becoming wind, becoming light, omnipresent, omnipresent, Sword Aura spreading, killing intent soaring.

Just as Sword Master Feng resisted with the supreme Sword Domain, seeking breakthrough, the voice of the black-robed Commander - Ming Shuang suddenly resounded from all directions, chillingly stating: "Profound Celestial Sword Sect - Feng Wuheng, truly lives up to the name, but today, you’re destined to become a stepping stone for the revival of my Netherworld Ghost Race."

Before the voice died away, the previously chaotic roiling Yin Sha Qi and Demon Qi began to orderly align as if drawn by an invisible force, gradually converging into a massive Dharma Array constructed of Nether Qi — the Netherworld Ghost Realm.

Under the endless infusion of Yin Sha Qi, the scene within the Netherworld Ghost Realm became increasingly sinister and terrifying, space distorted, all light devoured, leaving only the chaotic intertwining of eerie green and pitch-black.

Within the Netherworld Ghost Realm, waves of black ghost wind fiercely clashed with the cyan wind transformed from Sword Master Feng, intertwining fiercely.

The black-robed Commander - Ming Shuang’s form solidified forth at the center of the Ghost Realm, he reached up to lift off the ghostly mask, revealing a pale and mysterious face. His eyes glowed with green, showcasing his true identity as a Netherworld Ghost Race. Around him, eighteen black-robed Cultivators also unveiled their faces, each grotesque, their forms ghostly, each exuding the Peak of Void Refining cultivation, each occupying a corner of the Array, jointly maintaining the Ghostly Realm, hoping to tear him apart.

Feng Wuheng, trapped amid them, felt an unprecedented pressure.

"You, Netherworld Ghost Race, how did you enter this realm?" Feng Wuheng’s voice resonated within the Ghostly Realm, filled with a mix of shock and anger, tinged with incredulity.

The Netherworld Ghost Race is an ancient clan from the depths of the Demon Abyss long isolated from the world by powerful Sealing Arrays to prevent them from wreaking havoc in this realm.