Chapter 1221: A Seventh-Step Dao Merging Treasure

In the starry sky, Steel Bone King's gaze was blood-red as he stared at that slender skeleton, killing intent surging to the heavens.

Flower Vine and Fire Leopard Three, two Imperial Son-level Soul Transformation cultivators, similarly revealed ferocious light in their eyes, instantly locking onto Steel Bone King as their target, each transforming into two shrill escape-lights to strike.

Their teacher was a Great Sun Sword cultivator!

He was a terrifying monument on the immortal path, with extremely strong influence, an all-too-conspicuous target, and the only Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Dao Child willing to teach them. Therefore, everyone subconsciously imitated him and embarked on the path of the sword.

No, to be precise, they embarked on the path of a Great Sun Sword cultivator with self-destructive tendencies!

At this moment, truly facing an alien Imperial Son head-on, both men's gazes turned blood-red. The magic power throughout their bodies churned and burned, and the sword intent in their divine souls was scaldingly hot.

The two fiends had absolutely no intention of answering Steel Bone King's words.

Dong Xue He Wang and several dozen Soul Transformation cultivators followed in the killing charge.

Unlike the scattered kings of the myriad races, they had strict military formations among them—orders strictly enforced, military law stern, hierarchy clear. They were not like the free kings of the myriad races with their distinct individual wills, constantly pondering their own survival and that of their race, their minds free of—or afraid to harbor—those many chaotic thoughts.

They were more united in purpose, and therefore more powerful.

A mere several dozen Soul Transformation cultivators erupted with a momentum not much weaker than that of nearly two hundred kings of the myriad races.

Boom!

Rumble!

In that instant, the warship cannons of the Immortal Gate's tens-of-millions-strong conscript legion fleet bloomed with resplendent light, firing in unison once more. Countless meteors blossomed across the sky, bearing the brilliance of destruction, becoming the backdrop against which the Canghai Tianjun fought—a backdrop extremely dangerous even for Soul Transformation cultivators.

This was the tactic the Immortal Gate Academy of Sciences had custom-designed for the conscript legion.

The Soul Transformation cultivators charged in formation, while the most numerous tens-of-millions-strong legion provided covering fire with artillery, offering fiercer, more powerful but slightly rigid firepower support.

The scorching light pillars from the conscript legion fleet's volley destroyed all things, while the Soul Transformation cultivators' flexible maneuvers and charging assaults appeared simultaneously in this stretch of starry sky.

The two complemented each other, displaying a special kind of beauty at this moment.

The two great armies met in the blink of an eye.

"Kill!"

Flower Vine flicked a finger, and a thousand bone swords shot forth with a whistling sound, forming a military formation suffused with gloom, desolation, and an aura of death that blotted out the sky.

Within it, swords fell like rain, countless skeletons sprang up on all sides, and countless forces converged into the sword formation—so powerful that its aura actually exceeded that of several dozen Soul Transformation cultivators joining forces.

Countless sword rains engulfed Steel Bone King.

"Die!"

The human Imperial Son Fire Leopard Three was even more violent.

He transformed his body into a flame giant. Though a law-cultivation variant sword cultivator, he had completely abandoned the essence and

elegance of ranged combat, more like a berserker. He raised a great flame sword high and charged through the skeleton sword domain, leaping into the air with the momentum of splitting Mount Hua, carrying an entire world of flame as he smashed down to suppress.

Steel Bone King was not afraid in the slightest.

"You—"

"Are seeking death!"

He let out a roar, and the hundred-zhang-tall silver-bone skeleton raised the Bone Emperor Hammer passed down over countless ten-thousand years. Using a secret art inherited from the Skeleton Blood Vine Demon Imperial race, he gathered the power of billions of skeletons. Countless silver-light chains bloomed between heaven and earth as he madly smashed toward the sky-full of skeleton sword rain and flame great sword.

The instant the Bone Emperor Hammer fell, the sky-full of skeleton sword rain faltered for a moment, then tore apart amid creaking sounds like tearing cowhide. Countless skeletons crumbled to powder, and countless bone swords shattered and flew.

A single hammer strike repelled Imperial Son Flower Vine!

Just as the Bone Emperor Hammer was about to run rampant, the flame great sword brought down by the flame giant had already descended, cleaving squarely onto the Bone Emperor Hammer whose spiritual light had dimmed considerably.

Boom!

Countless bursts of spiritual light exploded, space tore in all directions, and the several-hundred-li stretch of heaven and earth seemed about to boil over.

As the spiritual light dimmed slightly, the scene within could be seen.

Steel Bone King retreated one step.

Imperial Son Flower Vine and Imperial Son Leopard Three likewise retreated one step, a fierce light in their eyes, indignant.

"Your weapon?"

Fire Leopard Three stared at that bone hammer.

"An Imperial race inherited heavy treasure—the Bone Emperor Hammer!"

A burning greed flashed in Flower Vine's eyes. He was not entirely ignorant of this terrifying weapon; it was recorded in his bloodline inheritance.

This was a seventh-step Dao Merging heavy treasure, with the vast majority of its power sealed, exclusive to the Skeleton Blood Vine Demon race!

What tremendous fortune Steel Bone King had!

"Imperial Son!"

"Two Imperial Sons!"

Steel Bone King truly gauged the strength of the two and could not help being horrified.

These two Imperial Sons not only possessed clear Imperial Son-level power, but in terms of their own strength, foundation, and immortal path roots, they all surpassed him.

In other words, without the Bone Emperor Hammer, even though he was at the peak of Soul Transformation—two minor realms higher than these two—he would be no match for either one of them!

He did not know that this was inevitable.

In this stretch of starry sky, receiving instruction from a Great Sun Sword Child born of the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect was a terrifying opportunity.

Compared with Steel Bone King's self-taught, wild-path fumbling and arduous progress, the gap was far too great.

Even though Steel Bone King had obtained the secret vault of the ancient Skeleton Blood Vine Demons and gained a heaven-shaking opportunity, it still paled in comparison.

"Kill!"

The skeleton sword domain around Flower Vine revived once more, bone swords falling like rain, the sword formation ceaseless, bearing a terrifying aura of indestructibility.

The flames around Fire Leopard Three surged violently,

and he drew his sword to charge in a frenzy.

In their view, what stood before them was a great opportunity—a grand gift package containing vast quantities of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, opportunities for sword path advancement, ideological and moral conduct points, and more. They were unwilling to give it up no matter what.

The two once again charged forward to kill, tangling with Steel Bone King who wielded the Bone Emperor Hammer, fighting to an inconclusive deadlock.

On the surrounding battlefield, however, things looked entirely different.

Dong Xue He Wang led several dozen Soul Transformation cultivators in a battle formation as they charged, streaks of blood-light crisscrossing, sword Qi endlessly dying and being reborn, already brushing against the realm of indestructible sword Qi. Blade after blade of sword-light slashed out in all directions, cutting through the spells the Soul Transformation cultivators of the myriad races hurled at them. Ten thousand laws could not touch his body — he cut a truly invincible figure.

Several dozen Soul Transformation cultivators, besieged by over two hundred of their own kind, were only slightly pushed onto the back foot!

"Thrilling! Thrilling indeed!"

Dong Xue He Wang nearly threw back his head and howled at the sky.

His sword intent was boiling, growing without cease, as though undergoing some kind of change.

Over a thousand years ago, he had obtained a tremendous opportunity—a fragment of the soul of the Great Sun Sword Progeny, the strongest swordsman among the realms, had taken up residence within him, repeatedly demonstrating that fearsome swordsmanship to him. This was the main reason his sword Dao had continued to advance over these years.

Yet he had never been able to break through to the fourth realm of the sword Dao — possessing, on a frail foundation, the combat power of an Imperial Progeny.

Now, Dong Xue He Wang understood.

He needed to fight, to brush against death — only then could he break through. Otherwise, no matter how much he honed his swordsmanship, it would all be for nothing, utterly meaningless.

Boom!

Rumble!

At that moment, countless brilliant lights flared — the reinforcements of the Immortal Gate Conscription Corps' ship-guns had arrived. Beam after beam of those ship-guns threaded precisely through the gaps in the Soul Transformation cultivators' battle formation, slamming into the kings of the myriad races who were locked in a stalemate with the Soul Transformation Tianjuns.

Amid the terrifying explosions, more than ten kings died without a sound, instantly reduced to clouds of blood-mist.

Boom!

A short while later, the tens of millions of allied troops who had already reached the battlefield also launched their assault. Some fired bone arrows, some hurled thick stone spears, some rolled boulders the size of mountain peaks… all manner of things. The myriad races' inheritances differed, their attack speeds differed, their attack ranges differed — utterly chaotic, even among the great races' armies.

Boom!

These chaotic army-formation attacks were already interfering with one another as they fired, their power canceling itself out. And once the Immortal Gate Conscription Corps' ship-gun batteries arrived, those scattered attacks were instantly blasted into oblivion, not a trace remaining, incapable of affecting the battlefield.

No — there were still some.

A few attacks from the myriad races' allied army landed on several kings, heavily wounding the momentarily unwary ones, who coughed blood and reeled back. They whipped their heads around, fixing the rear with eyes brimming with killing intent, itching to turn back and slaughter their way to revenge.

The precise coordination of foot-soldiers and artillery between the Soul Transformation cultivators and the battle formation — intricate and elegant — was a masterpiece of the art of war,

not something that could be casually produced.