Chapter 1361: Super Battleship Great Sun!

The instant the Shangqing Jinglei Yunshe Sword Talisman adhered to Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun's life-bound flying sword, some tremendous transformation occurred.

Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun's entire body visibly swelled, his skin puffing up like a ball, every strand of hair standing on end, and within his eyes the divine light of thunder blazed brilliantly, piercing through dozens of kilometers of space.

Even more terrifying was his aura and oppressive might!

In that instant, the aura across his entire body climbed steadily, nearly in the blink of an eye rapidly more than tripling, his oppressive might terrifying and heavy, crushing space itself, simply not resembling a member of the human race.

One must know that in the Cultivation World, the higher the cultivator's realm, the harder it is to break past one's own limits.

Even burning essence blood and divine soul, burning everything, only increases one's strength by a single fold—and that is already power obtained at the cost of certain death, extremely terrifying, often enough only to drag an irreconcilable enemy down together.

And now!

This still is not the end!

The aura upon Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun, the oppressive might upon him, is still increasing!

Fresh crimson blood began to appear at his mouth and nose, and his skin began to show faint translucent crisscrossing cracks, like a balloon about to burst, yet his aura continued to climb steadily, as if without end, terrifying, completely beyond reason.

This is an immortal art!

It must surely be related to an immortal art!

Moreover, it is the fruit of an immortal art comprehended through cultivating an extremely powerful great divine ability, exquisite to the extreme, exceeding the common understanding shared by all the cultivators of the world—only the factor of an immortal art could accomplish such a thing.

Threefold!

Fourfold!

Fivefold!

Sixfold!

In the brief span of a single instant, Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun's aura increased sixfold!

This is simply inhuman!

How could any enemy possibly defeat such an existence?

Among the several million sword cultivators who witnessed it, their hearts were utterly despairing, their sword hearts shattering for it, no longer able to see a path forward.

Because even if one raised one's own strength to match or even surpass that of a Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inheritor, there would be no way to defeat a Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inheritor—no possibility at all!

How could this not make one despair?

Absolutely no hope!

Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun stood towering within the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

The violent thunderous oppressive might around his body had nearly taken on substance, so much so that it began to affect rules and order, causing space to twist unceasingly.

Even the endlessly cycling Six Paths themselves began to show faint ripples and sluggishness.

Merely from oppressive might alone,

The operation of the Six Paths of Reincarnation began to be affected!

"Shangqing Jinglei Yunshe Sword Talisman…"

Even the voice at the deepest part of Reincarnation fell silent.

Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong,

Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong!

Their ancestors, the successive patriarchs who stood at the very pinnacle of the upper realm, had done far too much for them, granting them too many advantages, too many conditions.

Originally, Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun's raw strength already far surpassed Jiang Ding's!

Through various means Jiang Ding seized the world's spiritual energy and suppressed rules and order, only thus pulling the strength between the two close to barely reaching one-half of the other's, which made it entirely possible to beat Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun down without pressure.

But!

What is the situation now?

Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun's magic power and divine soul aura have risen sixfold!

A full sixfold!

With his strength surging so dramatically, he certainly cannot control it perfectly—it cannot be that his strength simply rose sixfold; at most it is around three or four times greater, yet originally he already possessed twice Jiang Ding's raw strength!

In other words, Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun's current strength is nine times Jiang Ding's!

Nine times the strength!

How does one fight this?

How does one fight at all?

Unfair!

Completely unfair!

Yet this kind of unfairness, within this heaven and earth, within all the Cultivation World, is the norm—no one is willing to give up one's own advantage, one's own birth, and fight you fairly.

"Jiang… Ding… Dao… friend,"

"Now, then, how?"

Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun's gaze was grim, killing intent piercing the heavens.

His words came in halting bursts, constantly enduring terrible pressure, as if he might self-detonate and die at any moment, his meridians and divine soul suffering irreversible, terrible injuries.

If he could not slay his foe and achieve a great advancement in his sword Dao realm, then even with the wealth of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong and the wonder of its methods, it would be unable to keep him alive.

He looked at the surrounding Six Paths of Reincarnation world.

At this moment, in his perception, it was a shabby frame built of dry grass—though ingenious and complex in structure, it was still a fragile shabby frame.

This fragile shabby frame was attempting to bind a primeval fierce beast—a beast that, merely stretching lazily, would tear apart everything!

"Ridiculous!"

"Utterly ridiculous!"

So Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun thought, and so he acted.

He spread both hands, and astonishingly did not even use his flying sword; between his ten fingers thunderous sword qi was dense and chilling, and he gently inserted them into space and order, then lightly pulled both hands outward.

Crack!

Crack! Crack!

One could only hear the sound of something hard shattering into pieces.

The Human Path, the Animal Path, the Deva Path, the Asura Path, and the other paths of the Six Paths were torn open one after another; the destruction, distortion, and primordial magnetic order within were forcibly snapped by brute force, unable to resist, unable to withstand, all utterly fragile.

Boom!

The entire Six Paths Reincarnation could no longer hold and collapsed into pieces with a roar!

The Six Paths Reincarnation was, after all, not a true Six Paths Reincarnation!

It was merely a sword art from the hand of a Soul Transformation sword cultivator; its will was insufficient to sustain the birth of a true Six Paths Reincarnation.

Amid countless shattered lights, a green-robed youth with a deathly pale face was revealed.

He stared coldly at the sword cultivator of the Lei Yang Heavenly Sword Realm.

The blood-red scorching heat in his gaze remained dazzling, containing the madness that if he did not slaughter the strong, he himself would surely die; it did not change at all because his own Six Paths Reincarnation sword art had been broken and he had suffered heavy injuries.

Yet, this was more like a fierce beast in a desperate situation.

"Your gaze—this Canghai Tianjun does not like it."

"Then, die."

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's skin swelled like a balloon; fresh blood gushed from his mouth, nose, and ears, enduring tremendous pain at every moment.

Clang!

His hand rested on his life-bound flying sword and slowly drew it.

The boundless pressure of the thunderous destruction sword Dao filled the world between heaven and earth, solidifying rules and order; even a peak Void Refinement cultivator here would have their divine soul stiffen, not daring to move even a fraction.

"I will remember you, Daoist Jiang."

"This is the first sword cultivator who comprehended a racial inheritance that this Canghai Tianjun has slain; it will surely allow this Canghai Tianjun's sword Dao to advance further, and in the future perhaps even glimpse the chance of becoming an immortal…"

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun fully drew his longsword.

The starry sky spanning tens of thousands of kilometers now thundered; boundless destructive thunderbolts descended from the nine heavens, endless rules spontaneously manifested from the void, and all manner of strange omens proclaimed what a terrifying strike this would be.

Countless gazes converged on this battlefield.

Some felt regret, some felt hatred, some were wild with joy, some breathed a sigh of relief yet felt regret—each different.

Many seemed to have already seen the outcome.

There was a reason for this.

As one of the most ancient Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong, they naturally had similar or even stronger explosive methods, no weaker than others; however, this required the simultaneous presence of Taiyin and Taiyang sword cultivators!

A lone Taiyang sword cultivator could not perform it!

Death was already certain, without a doubt!

Unfortunately, none of these gazes could affect this battlefield in the slightest.

"Die?"

Jiang Ding suddenly smiled and answered lightly.

"Daoist,"

"This sovereign will not die at the hands of a mere inheritance."

Rumble!

The sky!

The sky at this moment!

Boundless nine-heaven thunderbolts rumbled down, rules and order manifested in all directions; these were the omens born when the inheritance sword cultivator of the Lei Yang Heavenly Sword Realm was about to deliver a killing blow, representing some inevitability about to occur.

However!

At this moment, accompanied by a certain violent will, a violent existence, the boundless nine-heaven thunderbolts were forcibly smashed through, driven

and scattered, becoming even more violent.

A violent and terrifying unfamiliar pressure bloomed between heaven and earth, its domineering unmatched might shattering all the thunderous pressure, revealing its own existence to the gaze of all sentient beings.

Rumble!

The nine-heaven thunder clouds were pushed apart layer by layer!

Amid the endless dark clouds, a steel city tens of thousands of kilometers in size was slowly emerging from space—the silver-white metallic sheen, the dense black gun ports, and the hundreds of thousands of warships, sky-carriers, and fighters spread in all directions, each tightly connected by intricate and dense military formation runes.

The terrifying pressure instantly dispelled all the omens of the thunder sword cultivator!

This was the super warship Great Sun!

This was the Immortal Gate Ninth Starfield Army Unmanned Fleet Group Army Cluster!