Chapter 1101: Embryo of Immortal Art: Sword of Annihilation!

Boom—

Boom……

The starry sky, ten thousand li wide, sank into a cyan-purple Thunder Order prison!

Countless cyan-purple thunderbolts, imbued with the ordering power of Lei Ting, rained from the heavens like the Thunder Deities purging earthly sins, striking again and again with terrifying force; even piles of Soul Transformation cultivators here would be reduced to dust, their spiritual souls obliterated.

The divine might of beings from the Upper Realm is unfathomable, not to be gazed upon directly!

Amidst these cyan-purple thunderbolts, Jiang Ding walked as calmly as if strolling through a courtyard.

Clang!

In the sky, piercing shrieks rang out continuously, clearly audible even amid the roaring destruction of the thunder, echoing into the spiritual souls of all cultivators.

The Tai Qing Flying Sword transformed into a blazing sun, carving beautiful arcs of sword light as it slammed into each cyan-purple thunderbolt.

Every strike of hers plunged precisely into the weakest magical node of the cyan-purple order thunder forged by military might, shattering the cyan-purple order thunder.

This was like dancing on the edge of a blade—any single mistake would result in the flying sword being struck directly, its spiritual light severely damaged and its wielder's spiritual soul wounded.

Thus, her strength would decline, then she would be slaughtered by the unceasing cascade of cyan-purple rule thunder, left with no power to resist.

The ordering power of Lei Ting was simply too terrifying!

Yet the Tai Qing Flying Sword, transformed into a blazing sun, severed one cyan-purple rule thunder after another; the sky's thunder shattered space again and again, even the black starry void cracked open—yet not a single hair of the blue-robed boy was harmed, never once had the thunder breached the three-zhang boundary around him.

Never once!

Though on the defensive, the Tai Qing Flying Sword had never made a single error!

"That's all?"

"Comrade Shen Xiao, even commanding a million troops of the Thunder Bureau, you seem this weak?"

Jiang Ding smiled faintly.

In the sky, the Tai Qing Flying Sword, guided by spiritual force, unfurled a vast net of sword threads, intercepting one rule thunder after another; its sword art was naturally perfect, mysteriously profound, and terrifyingly boundless.

Even Shen Xiao Canghai Tianjun himself, witnessing this, was shaken.

This sword art far surpassed his own achievements in the path of thunder techniques!

That indestructible swordlight danced on the blade's edge—any single misstep meant death—yet moved as calmly as if strolling through a courtyard, as if life and death were ordinary companions, nothing extraordinary at all.

The sword had long grown accustomed; her mind remained unmoved.

"Maggots, merely dying struggles!"

"Pathetic!"

Shen Xiao Canghai Tianjun growled coldly.

It was true.

That blue-gold flying sword sliced into the magical nodes of the cyan-purple thunder, avoiding most of its destructive force; otherwise, she could not have blocked even a single bolt of Order Thunder and would have been instantly blasted back.

Yet, even

as the sword art grew more mysterious, the flying sword still endured attacks when cleaving through cyan-purple order thunder.

Even if only a fraction, after severing so many cyan-purple order thunderbolts, the blue-gold sword's spiritual light gradually dimmed, its speed slowed, and its edge dulled.

Each time she split a thunderbolt, she had to expend more magic power.

This flying sword,

was nearing its breaking point!

She was merely struggling in her death throes.

"Hah, this is not pathetic."

"Comrade Shen Xiao."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly.

He reached out and lightly tapped the Tai Qing Flying Sword as it flew before him.

Ding dong!

A clear, pleasant sound.

The Tai Qing Flying Sword's speed surged abruptly; its blade tip, woven with a network of Po Fa Xian Jin threads, pierced through space and stabbed into a cyan-purple order thunder descending from above, shattering it.

With this single strike!

The sword's aura ceased its decline; the secondary explosions after breaking the cyan-purple order thunder were halved, and some of the destructive forces no longer manifested.

"This…"

Shen Xiao Canghai Tianjun's expression changed instantly, disbelieving.

"How about that?"

"Can you see anything yet, Comrade Shen Xiao?"

Jiang Ding said calmly: "My sword art is advancing, progressing at an extremely slow but unwavering pace, drawing nearer to the Fifth Realm of Sword Dao—the Sword Realm."

"Are you surprised?"

"I can't help it—I'm just this gifted, and I've gained the greatest fortune a swordsman could ask for: a chance to fight to the death against an opponent who wields the power of Order."

"For my sword art to advance is only natural; for it not to advance would be strange."

"Now, do you understand?"

He said, rather self-satisfied.

Shen Xiao Canghai Tianjun's killing intent surged violently.

"Comrade Shen Xiao,"

"you, a weakling from the Upper Realm, utterly mediocre."

Jiang Ding sincerely advised: "Do you have any more surprises for me?"

"Please reveal them soon."

"If not, then what a pity, but then you will die. What a shame — the first upper-realm being I slay turns out to be someone like you."

He said with some regret.

Amid the soft words, many clearly saw the blue-gold sword-light changing bit by bit.

With one sword, the surrounding void grew hazy; faintly, between the indistinct outlines, a sword-Dao world whose form could not be discerned was gestating, being nurtured. Even as a mere hazy phantom, it drew boundless power from the void, once again violently boosting the speed and might of the blue-gold flying sword by another notch.

Sword Dao Di Wu Jing — Sword Realm!

It had only just revealed a sliver of itself, yet already displayed such terrifying power!

"Fifth-realm sword cultivator…"

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun likewise caught a glimpse of it, a look of horror surfacing on his face.

If fourth-realm Indestructible sword cultivators still had records within the sect, then fifth-realm sword cultivators were the stuff of legend — generations of ancestors of the sect had never laid eyes on one in person.

Yet one thing was certain — it must be incomparably terrifying!

Moreover, such a fifth-realm sword cultivator might even be able to escape from a Refinement Void ancestor with only peak Soul Transformation cultivation!

What would such a person be like once they broke through?

Everyone would have to die!

It had to be so!

A sliver of terror rose in Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's heart.

Not only him—even Blood Lake Corpse Mountain's Blood Zombie Canghai Tianjun, who had been watching the battle from outside, clearly hoping to play the fisherman and claim the immortal art for himself, had now spawned boundless killing intent while hesitating over something.

"You're nothing but a native ant!"

"With your flimsy immortal-Dao foundation, you absolutely cannot bear the might of Sword Dao Di Wu Jing! Before the sword is even born, you'll self-detonate and die on your own!"

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun said coldly.

He stopped hesitating, bit through his tongue-tip; scalding essence blood gushed forth, pouring into his dantian, meridians, and divine sense, transforming into a vast current of power. His aura instantly surged several times over, and his control over the Thunder Department Heavenly Soldiers and Generals grand formation rose with the tide — the might of the Lei Ting army formation climbed sharply.

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Thunder Prison!"

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun released the Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Divine Spear in his hand, his face savage, and roared fiercely.

Boom—!

"Perish!"

A million Thunder Department Heavenly Soldiers and Generals roared in unison, pouring essence blood into the army formation, causing its might to surge instantly. Countless faintly blood-colored Lei Ting runes were born within the formation in a flash, receiving the power of the firmament, gathering boundless spiritual energy of heaven and earth, as the light of the stars merged into the endless thunderclouds.

Boom—!

Crack!

In the blink of an eye, the thunderclouds condensed into a blood-colored Lei Ting dripping with fresh blood; the power of Lei Ting's order within it was on the verge of manifesting, then split into two, two into three, three into nine, forming a terrifying blood-colored Lei Ting cage whose aura shook the galaxy, with hints of Chaos Qi.

Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Thunder Prison!

This was the famed killing move of the Thunder Department Dao Soldiers of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect — in days past it had destroyed the sect's great enemies time and again, blasted enemy armies into oblivion, invincible beneath Refinement Void, never once defeated.

At this moment, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun unleashed it regardless of cost, pressing down to suppress the blue-robed youth in the starry sky!

"Good!"

"How very interesting…"

Jiang Ding drew a deep breath, feeling the chill of life on the verge of death,

his divine soul trembling, and gently closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the resplendent Jin Chong Guang in his gaze had already turned blood-colored; boundless blood-gold patterns swirled within his pupils, containing endless mysteries of the immortal Dao — many of them immortal-Dao knowledge that even the immortal gates had yet to decipher, able only to copy them by rote.

"Come!"

"Fellow Daoist Master Canghai, please observe this sword of mine!"

"The very immortal art you have thrown your lives after on this journey, sought at the cost of death — these are the fruits of my comprehension of it."

"This sword is called…"

Jiang Ding placed his hand on the sword-hilt, drew it out bit by bit, and howled wildly: "The sixteenth power of the prototype of the Sword of Extinguishing Jin Zhi!"

Clang!

The sword left its sheath!

In that instant, the galaxy fell utterly silent; everything froze — even that blood-colored Lei Ting froze!

Throughout the endless galaxy and endless void, at some unknown moment, blood-gold networks had spread across the sky — appearing atop the blood-colored Lei Ting, appearing within the meteorites of the starry sky, appearing on Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun, appearing on the million-strong Dao Soldier army formation, even appearing on the bodies of the Blood Lake Ghost army formation as well as Chong Chong Guang Zi and Shuo Yang Canghai Tianjun!

Living, lifeless — anything in the universe and the galaxy was surely included!

"Kill!"

Jiang Ding roared.

Clang!

The Taiqing flying sword howled wildly; the terrifying sword-howl resounded through the galaxy, slashing along the winding, sometimes even reversing blood-gold patterns to arrive.

She cleaved toward the nine blood-colored Order Lei Ting in the sky, piercing straight through them!

She brutally punched through the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sect Thunder Department army formation's shield, pierced every obstruction, and burst open the skulls of ten Tianjuns and seven hundred twenty-seven Nascent Soul and Jin Dan cultivators!

Then she blasted a great hole through the brow of the upper-realm being at the very center of the grand formation — Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect — annihilating both body and divine soul!

Amidst a hundred thousand troops, she forcibly nailed him down and slew him!