Chapter 1598: The Fallen Saint

At this moment, the Nightmare Lord's avatar was insubstantial, unable even to maintain a human form, like a lone wandering spirit.

"How is this possible!"

"You severed your own concept of time and space—why is your past self still so strong?"

The Nightmare Lord's expression turned grim.

He had faced powerful pseudo-Sages before; using this technique, he had always swiftly subdued them.

But this time, he had failed.

This made no sense at all.

Once the concept of time and space is severed, any past incarnation becomes extremely vulnerable.

Why is the Taixuan Dao Ancestor so unusual?

Zhang Taixuan smiled: "I told you—I've already attained the Hunyuan Jin Xian realm. The Great Luo concept of time and space? Cut it as many times as you like."

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

He had already reached the peak of Hunyuan Da Luo Jinxian—how could he not know the mysteries of Hunyuan?

Isn't it just a higher realm, greater power?

Could the two characters "Hunyuan 27" truly hold some secret he didn't know?

He wasn't some newly attained Hunyuan being.

He had dwelled in this realm long enough—there was no reason he still didn't understand its mysteries.

"You're just putting on a show!"

From within the Nightmare Lord's mist-like form, his gaze flashed like lightning, fixed on Zhang Taixuan.

Winter Ma and Sha's eyes gleamed: "The Dao Jun is safe!"

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Yunxiao: "As expected—the Dao Jun isn't easily harmed."

Biyou: "My husband is indeed powerful."

Su Xiao: "I noticed that. Right now, I just want to know why!"

Ye Hei: "I want to know too."

Han Paopao: "Wait until the Dao Jun finishes fighting—he might drop a hint. Everyone, be patient."

Su Xiao: "Hurry, hurry, hurry! Subdue the Nightmare Lord already—I can't wait to find out the answer!"

Xiao Mai: "Nightmare Lord: 6!"

Facing the Nightmare Lord's disbelief, Zhang Taixuan said nothing more.

He had already given the answer—there was no need to explain.

After all, the man was still an enemy; if he truly explained the mysteries of Hunyuan, wouldn't he be arming the foe?

"Yes, I'm just putting on a show!" Zhang Taixuan chuckled. "Your tricks are spent. Now it's my turn."

As he spoke, the previously insubstantial avatar turned into a streak of light and slashed the Nightmare Lord.

"You—!"

The Nightmare Lord wanted to curse.

He had once ambushed Zhang Taixuan—yet now Zhang Taixuan had returned the favor, using his own method against him.

He had transformed into an avatar sent to the past and ambushed him.

"I am Hunyuan Da Luo—immortal and indestructible!"

But he wasn't afraid.

Just one slash—only a loss of some primordial essence.

For one of his realm, it wasn't a major matter.

He had once conducted experiments: the immortality of the Hunyuan Da Luo realm was stronger than that of the Da Luo realm.

Though he didn't know why, he could only attribute it to the higher realm.

The principle didn't matter—as long as the result was sufficient.

At least against Zhang Taixuan, he had confidence he could retreat.

When he grew complacent, that would be his chance to flee.

Time froze; the blade's light struck his body.

"No!"

In that instant, the Nightmare Lord realized in horror that his realm was plummeting rapidly.

This slash was like severing a mortal's major artery—it was fatal.

He had no idea why such an ordinary slash could strike his realm and drain his power so swiftly.

This wasn't even a divine technique!

Besides—in all the myriad worlds, which divine technique could kill a Saint?

In mere moments, the Nightmare Lord's realm plummeted from Hunyuan Da Luo Twelfth Rebirth… to Hunyuan Da Luo Jinxian First Rebirth…

Then to Pseudo-Sage Thirty-Sixth Rebirth!

In barely ten breaths, the former Hunyuan Da Luo Jinxian was stripped down to a mere Da Luo Jinxian.

"What sword technique is this? Isn't the Taixuan Dao Ancestor's greatest strength the Dao of the Sword?!"

The Nightmare Lord's mist-like form could no longer hold; his true body emerged—a dreamlike colossal dragon, eyes like worlds, radiating dreamy luminescence, fixed on Zhang Taixuan.

"This slash severed my Hunyuan Dao Fruit. Impossible—how could such a technique exist?"

The key was, this technique didn't even look powerful.

"This isn't a divine ability! It's just that, based on my understanding of Primordial Chaos, I dismantled your Primordial Chaos Dao Fruit."

"It seems my understanding of Primordial Chaos isn't bad at all. This move shall be called the Saint-Slaying Blade."

The Lord of Nightmares howled: "I'm not reconciled! I was clearly at Primordial Chaos Perfection—how could I not know the mysteries of Primordial Chaos!"

"Not reconciled, so what?" Zhang Taixuan chuckled lightly. With a stretch of his hand, he grabbed toward the chaos, and instantly, that blade-light fell into Zhang Taixuan's hand. Mysterious aura rose, and a Dao Fruit condensed from the laws of the myriad heavens emerged.

The Dao Fruit had no physical form, nor did it need to take on any particular state.

The reason it had a form was simply because of the cultivator's own thoughts getting in the way.

The Dao Fruit before them was the Primordial Chaos Dao Fruit Zhang Taixuan had severed from the Lord of Nightmares, and also the result of the Lord of Nightmares plundering the myriad heavens and worlds, accumulating over countless years.

As for what he called magic power and origin, Zhang Taixuan looked down on them entirely.

Compared to the Dao Fruit condensed from the laws of the myriad heavens, those things were nothing at all.

And the remaining so-called Nightmare Space was even more unimportant.

"The Dao Fruit—that's my Dao Fruit!"

The Lord of Nightmares rushed forward like a madman, only to find that no matter what divine ability or Dao technique, 227, he could not get close to Zhang Taixuan.

The distance between him and Zhang Taixuan seemed, in an instant, to become infinitely far.