Chapter 497 - This Sword of Mine Still Has Seventy Percent of Its Power

Upon seeing the crowd depart, a trace of regret flashed in Fu Dahai’s eyes. “What a pity! In the end, I still couldn’t kill an Ascension realm cultivator!”

With that final trace of regret etched deep within his heart, his complexion grew even ruddier, and his aura became increasingly formidable. The last of his life force erupted completely, and he charged toward those divine servants with an unstoppable momentum. Moments later, divine flames swept in, completely engulfing him.

“All my life, I had mediocre talent and accomplished nothing. Who would've thought that I could still have such a glorious moment before dying? I have no regrets!”

Wherever the divine flames passed, everything returned to calm. Only Fu Dahai’s final loud laughter lingered on for a long time...

***

Within the tenth pass of the Gold List, red lightning interweaved, and heavenly might surged vastly.

Yet before the power that seemed capable of crushing everything into powder, Yun Jiansheng appeared completely unfazed. A domineering, unparalleled sword intent enveloped him within a three-chi radius, firmly protecting Gu Han within.

As the sword intent circulated, he braved the heavenly might and forcibly advanced another chi forward. This action seemed to thoroughly enrage that red figure. Nearly ten times more red divine lightning than before came crashing down again. Lightning fell endlessly, carrying unimaginably destructive power.

If not for Yun Jiansheng's protection, Gu Han would've been obliterated the instant he came into contact with that might. The sword intent barrier remained unwavering, making the space inside and outside seem like two different worlds.

In just a short moment, Yun Jiansheng had become more translucent, yet his tone remained arrogant and overbearing. “There's a saying among mortals: within one chi, one man can rival a nation. Well, that saying applies to the cultivation world as well! I don’t care what happens outside. Within my sword domain, I alone am the absolute sovereign. I am invincible! No one can change that!”

An endless, surging sword intent spread out, dispersing the red lightning bolts. Yun Jiansheng advanced another chi.

At that moment, that furious will descended once more. “Arro... gant!”

As the red lightning churned, hazy figures appeared behind the red figure. They radiated a faint immortal light, their bearing mysterious, lofty, and otherworldly. They were the Immortal Spirit clan!

These figures respectfully stood behind that red figure, then each raised a hand and pressed down a cun. In an instant, they all turned red, with no trace of immortal light flowing on them anymore. Their actions seemed to have violated the laws of the Great Dao itself, triggering a violent backlash that reduced them to nothingness. In exchange, the power of the heavenly might became dozens of times stronger than before.

The perfectly smooth sword intent around Yun Jiansheng trembled violently, yet he seemed oblivious. His sword intent grew ever sharper, his brows raised in arrogance, as though he would never rest until he had slain that crimson figure.

Seeing Yun Jiansheng’s form growing more translucent, Gu Han clutched the ball of gray qi left by Luo Wushuang. “Senior, use this!”

At a glance, Yun Jiansheng vaguely understood the nature of this gray qi. “Oh? Backlash power?”

Without any visible movement from him, the gray qi fell into his hand. Wrapped in sword intent, it instantly transformed into a white sword over three cun long. A rare trace of tenderness and reminiscence appeared on Yun Jiansheng’s face.

The gentler his tone, the more explosive his sword intent became. “Go, Red Dust.”

With a loud crash, the white sword emanated a clear cry. It broke through the blockade of endless red lightning and heavenly might, reaching that red figure for the first time. However, that act seemed to have pushed it to its limit. Soon, cracks spread all over it, and the white sword exploded with a bang. Incidentally, it also delivered that ball of gray qi onto the red figure. The red lightning, the heavenly might, and that figure froze.

Faintly, the will of Luo Wushuang's father, the Immortal Emperor, descended once more. He cursed his son, “Mon...ster!”

As the void trembled, that red figure could no longer maintain the balance between itself and the Great Dao, collapsing. The red lightning, the heavenly might, and all of them dissipated completely. The void was dyed blood-red. It was the backlash of the Great Dao’s rules!

The Great Dao was like a vast ocean. Having merged with the Great Dao, that will was akin to a large fish in the sea. Still, how could a large fish possibly compare to a vast ocean? At most, he could only slightly adjust the operation of the tides. Furthermore, that bit of backlash power was like a grain of ice tossed into boiling oil, breaking the precarious balance he had painstakingly established.

With the balance broken, the first to suffer was him. Even if he survived, he certainly wouldn't escape unscathed. Although Luo Wushuang was no longer here, he still couldn’t escape the latter’s scheming.

***

Outside, as the Immortal Emperor’s will was severely wounded, the endlessly interweaving red lightning also vanished instantly. In their place was a red sky veil!

Suddenly, a flash streaked across the sky veil, producing a roar far surpassing the previous ones. Silently, drops of crimson rain fell, sharply decreasing the spirit opportunity of heaven and earth. The richer the spirit opportunity, the faster it diminished, until only a trace remained. It wasn’t hard to guess that this continent would no longer be suitable for cultivation for many years to come.

After the heavenly lament came the divine retribution. Naturally, this continent wasn’t spared. Still, compared to the destruction brought by Pi Luo’s descent, this bit of punishment seemed insignificant.

***

At the tenth pass, with the Immortal Emperor’s will gone, this strange space could no longer sustain itself and began to collapse rapidly.

As a sword intent enveloped Gu Han, Yun Jiansheng’s voice came again. “Let’s go.”

“Senior, you—”

Yun Jiansheng smiled. “No need for that. This is bound to happen eventually. Saving you or not makes no difference. Fortunately, my sword still has seventy percent of its power left! It’s time! I’ve waited a thousand years for this moment!”

A domineering sword intent shot up into the sky, breaking through this red space. As the two departed, this space collapsed half.

A somewhat weak will, carrying an endless ancient and evil aura, wrapped around a small piece of flesh that still retained a trace of life. Then, it also escaped through a crack...