Chapter 885: Blade Flowers in Bloom

The Great Dao domain of Jie Sheng seemed on the verge of shattering at any moment under the impact of Ding Huan's domain.

Jie Zu's face changed; he had never taken Ding Huan to heart before, so he had not struck with full force.

Going all-out against an ant who hadn't even reached the fourth step of the Great Dao would be an insult to him, a Dao Ancestor.

After sensing Ding Huan's strength, he could no longer care whether it was an insult or not, only regretting that his domain could not be any stronger.

He had already driven his Great Dao domain with full force, yet his domain still nearly failed to block Ding Huan's domain impact—this...

Ding Huan had never expected to suppress this sixth-step Great Dao Dao Ancestor right from the start.

This was his first time fighting an existence that was almost comparable to a seventh-step Dao Ancestor, so Ding Huan was also very curious to know exactly where his true strength lay.

Regardless of whether Jie Sheng's sixth-step Great Dao was fake or whether he was a pushover.

He was indeed a sixth-step Great Dao, and not a weak one at that.

So after Ding Huan's saber-momentum domain enveloped this space, the killing intent of his saber momentum suddenly weakened, transforming into boundless saber intent.

Boundless, endless saber-intent laws bloomed within the domain, Jie

Hun's killing Purple River also descended at the same time, the Purple River swirling around Jie Hun's body, forming wave after wave of purple surges.

Every single drop of water churned up by these purple surges contained vast, boundless killing aura, as if being struck by a single drop would tear one into shreds.

The purple surges churned up by the Purple River in the void slammed into Ding Huan's sky-blotting saber momentum.

Like a vast, boundless sea suddenly going berserk, the purple killing waves that nearly tore apart space slammed toward Ding Huan wave after wave.

Ding Huan's sky-blotting saber momentum was as if rooted; no matter how many killing waves slammed in, that sky-blotting saber momentum could still press them down.

Dao rhymes continuously exploded, divine-law techniques shattered one after another.

Under the collision of the two men's divine-technique domains, the space seemed to sprout dense, countless cracks.

The two men's spell-combat space kept expanding, and all the observing cultivators involuntarily retreated outward.

Even Ling Zhuzhen and Dao Ancestor Qingsha, whose two banners were locked in stalemate on the other side, were affected by this sky-blotting killing domain and unconsciously shifted their spell-combat space outward.

Although Ling Zhuzhen and Dao Ancestor Qingsha's cultivation was far stronger than Ding Huan's.

More people were willing to watch the spell combat between Ding Huan and Jie Hun.

If one had to compare, the spell combat between Ling Zhuzhen and Dao Ancestor Qingsha was like a slow, gentle stream.

While the spell combat between Ding Huan and Jie Kun was like the collision of a gale and a furious sea.

It seemed as if the next moment one of them would be killed.

Yan Zhuo, who had originally wanted to step forward to help in the distance, felt his scalp go numb.

His cultivation was clearly only a little lower than Jie Zu's; he was, after all, a fifth-step Great Dao cultivator, yet he now felt he had absolutely no right to interfere in the battle between Ding Huan and Jie Hun.

On the surface, Jie Hun's offensive was even more violent than Ding Huan's saber momentum.

After all, in the current battle space between Ding Huan and Jie Sheng, it was entirely filled with Purple River surges.

The killing aura of those Purple River surges could be felt by observers from far away, even causing them to instinctively dodge.

And Ding Huan, within Jie Hun's Purple River surges saturated with killing Dao rhymes, flickered in and out of sight, seeming as if he could be swallowed by the killing intent in the surges at any moment.

Only Jie Hun himself knew how dangerous his situation was.

No matter how his Purple River killing aura assaulted, it could not tear apart Ding Huan's saber-momentum space.

He had a very bad premonition: Ding Huan's saber-momentum space looked plain and gentle on the surface, yet it contained something that made him afraid.

He was certain it was a divine technique, though what specific divine technique it was he

could not see clearly.

But he also felt it was something he somewhat yearned for...

Jie Hun felt a trace of fear.

In the midst of battle, he actually yearned for the divine technique his opponent had yet to unleash—this was the most terrifying thing of all.

He could still control his own divine techniques and domain right now; he had to retreat at this moment.

Whoever wanted to kill Ding Huan could go ahead and kill him; as for Ling Zhuzhen...

Jie Zu thought of Ling Zhuzhen and could not quite control his own thoughts, sweeping his divine sense over.

When he saw Ling Zhuzhen's banner shadows gradually growing violent, his heart sank...

Perhaps he really might not necessarily be Ling Zhuzhen's match.

In the blink of an eye, a crack appeared in Jie Kun's Purple River Dao rhyme.

Streaks of saber intent seeped into Jie Hun's Purple River killing surges, and the killing aura of the Purple River weakened in an instant.

An unprecedented sense of ease welled up.

Jie Sheng had just breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a wave of weariness.

He had struggled and striven for millions of years, finally becoming a Dao Ancestor of a region.

The immortals he once looked up to were now ants in his eyes.

Even divine beings—he could kill as many of them as he wished.

But had he truly felt carefree?

He did not seem to have actually relaxed.

Every day he was either on the way to searching for Dao veins, or using Dao veins to retreat in closed-door cultivation pursuing the Great Dao.

How was this any different from a mortal?

The only difference was that he had lived a bit longer.

Sensing that Jie Hun was affected by his Mortal World Dao-rhyme laws, his killing intent collapsing for thousands of miles, Ding Huan was immediately overjoyed.

He had not expected that Jie Hun, whose sixth-step Great Dao killing divine technique was so powerful, would be so helpless against domain-based divine techniques.

This guy had definitely been unbalanced in his cultivation, or something had affected him, causing a crack in his Great Dao.

Otherwise, no matter how strong his Mortal World was, it shouldn't have been this easy to invade the opponent's mind.

At this moment he would not hold back. The Calamity-Breaking blade light exploded in the void, transforming into blade seals that hacked down one after another.

In only an instant, the blade seals were complete.

Beneath those blade seals, he, Ding Huan, was the arbiter.

Between the vastness, life and death rested on a single thought of his, Ding Huan.

As the killing aura grew ever thicker, Jie Hun's whole body gave a shudder, jolted awake from that sentimental feeling of the mortal world.

He sensed the breath of death — not the ordinary birth, aging, sickness, and death, but a killing-death law.

Endless blade seals locked down every bit of space in which Jie Kun existed.

Jie Kun's soul nearly fled his body. He knew he had just fallen into Ding Huan's domain-based divine ability.

At this moment he could only madly churn the Purple River.

Once again the killing waves surged across the sky.

But by now Ding Huan's killing blade seals had long since locked down every space of life.

Boom!

The Mortal World blade seals rained down from the heavens, and in an instant Jie Kun's Purple River waves were carpeted with streaks of blood-red.

The Purple River became a river of blood — only it was Jie Hun's blood.

Jie Hun, his whole body wrapped in fresh blood, was still madly burning his essence blood and lifespan.

If he did not endure through this time, he was finished.

Boom boom boom!

Beneath the violent blade curtain of the Calamity-Breaking saber, the Purple River finally collapsed, exploding into a skyful of purple killing laws.

Within that skyful of purple killing aura, a single icy-cold blade light clearly imprinted itself into the deepest soul of every onlooker.

The blade light was like blossoms in full bloom, gradually intoxicating the eyes of all.

It was a feeling that made one drunk!

The sound of Dao exploded…

Mortal blossoms intoxicate three thousand guests; one saber chills fourteen provinces!

Blooming flowers, bleakly beautiful saber frost…

In almost an instant they vanished, and in the blink of an eye transformed into boundless killing blade light that tore apart the entire mortal world.

"Puh!"

A spray of blood exploded.

Every watching cultivator abruptly sobered. They realized — that was the blood mist from the tearing apart of Purple River Dao Ancestor's physical body.

Jie Ti felt wave after wave of pain. The instant his Purple River was shattered by Ding Huan's saber, his mind seemed to die.

The Purple River was the crystallized life's work of his entire cultivation.

The Purple River was destroyed, his conviction was destroyed, his great Dao also collapsed.

Knowing full well his physical body was being shredded by blade light, Jie Kun still did not continue to resist.

He simply stood amid Ding Huan's blade light that was like blossoms in full bloom.

Letting the blade light tear his body apart, he still went on savoring the beauty of the mortal world — even if only for a single breath.

"This is what the mortal world is!"

Jie Zu suddenly awakened in that instant. His great Dao aura climbed wildly.

He finally understood why he had been unable to step into the seventh step of the great Dao.

It was because he had utterly lost himself.

Today, beneath Ding Huan's death-blade intent, he finally understood:

So this is the mortal world.

Beneath Ding Huan's blade he became mortal, and within the mortal his great Dao and soul both achieved an ultimate sublimation.

"Dao friend Ding, spare me once, I am willing to pay any price…"

Jie Hun screamed madly — he could not accept being killed the moment he had just attained the Dao.

He was not the sort of person who, having heard the Dao at dawn, could die at dusk without regret.

"Originally letting you go wouldn't matter much, after all I have no grudge with you…"

Hearing Ding Huan's words, Jie Sheng immediately rose with the hope of life.

Now, as long as he had a pile of Dao veins, he could use stepping into the seventh step of the great Dao to heal his wounds.

With his strength, once he stepped into the seventh step of the great Dao, people like Feng Pu — he would not take a single one of them seriously.

As for an ant like Ding Huan, burn his Primordial Spirit for billions of years, then annihilate body and soul…

"State your conditions, I, Jie Hun…"

Jie Sheng had only spoken half a sentence when flames of fury leapt into his eyes: "You actually want to strip away my world??"

He discovered that Ding Huan was stripping away his world.

Although he was certain Ding Huan could not strip away the world of a sixth-step great Dao expert like himself, Ding Huan's action had touched his ultimate reverse scale.

"Heh, is stripping your world anything impressive? Who told you to offend Old Ling? I'm an old friend of Old Ling's, so naturally I have to put in effort for his matters.

Look, right now Old Ling is helping me teach that woman a lesson, so naturally I have to help him kill you…"

As Ding Huan's words fell, Jie Hun felt that the Dao prohibitions of his world were truly being stripped away; the great Dao laws that constructed his world were cracking inch by inch.

Ding Huan actually could strip away his world…

"Stop, I beg you, don't strip away my world…"

Jie Hun was utterly plunged into terror.

But now he was locked down by Ding Huan's domain and great Dao divine ability, and could not put up the slightest resistance.

At this moment, Xie Kun felt some regret—when the Purple River shattered, his mind had been struck and he hadn't resisted.

Not only did Xie Kun fall into terror, but the several Dao Ancestors who had yet to make a move also exchanged glances.

Ding Huan could strip away Xie Kun's world?

That was impossible, wasn't it?

Let alone Ding Huan—even they themselves could not strip away the world of a Great Dao Sixth Step cultivator.

A person's world is constructed from their own Great Dao.

In the vast universe, even those cultivating the same technique construct different worlds from their own Great Dao—how could they possibly be stripped away?

At this moment, Ding Huan had thoroughly torn open Xie Kun's world.

Watching Ding Huan continuously sweep away everything in Xie Kun's world, the three watching Dao Ancestors all fell silent.

The cultivators watching from the outer perimeter couldn't help but shudder.

If a Saint's world were this easy to strip away, then among them someone would be sneak-attacked and slain every single day.