Chapter 1363: Fellow Daoist Lei Chong Guang, You Are Far Too Weak!

A single beam of light between heaven and earth destroyed the sky and the land, dimming an entire stretch of starry sky.

"Heterodox heresy!"

"Having lost the glory of a sword cultivator, Jiang Ding, you are doomed to die!"

Lei Chong Guang Canghai Tianjun roared.

His entire magic power and divine sense surged sixfold under the catalysis of the Shangqing Startling Thunder Nurturing Spirit Sword Talisman, his strength terrifyingly boundless, and at this moment all of it poured into his natal flying sword.

Whoosh!

The Destruction Thunder Flying sword left his hand, transforming into a streak of thunder-light that merged into the sky, vanishing without a trace.

Boom!

The sky, which had already been cleared of all by the Immortal Gate Star Sky Unmanned Fleet Group Army—bright and clear—was densely covered by endless electromagnetic void-lines, controlling all the spiritual energy and order on the battlefield, pressing the opponent as if suffocating, completely sealed off, stripped of heaven and earth's support.

But, as that streak of destructive thunder-light shot into the sky, everything changed once more.

Accompanied by the rumble of thunder, centered on the point where the thunder-light had pierced the sky, countless bolts of thunder and dark clouds broke through the primordial magnetic void-lines, reappearing and expanding to a size of ten thousand li in an instant, countless thunderbolts and destructive order interweaving and entwining, even the terrifying aura of a Void Refinement cultivator's heavenly tribulation emerging.

Boom!!

"Roar!"

"Roar roar!"

As if a primordial sound from the dawn of heaven and earth in antiquity, a Thunder Dragon—horns like a deer, head like a camel, eyes like a rabbit, with long whiskers of thunder—probed out from the endlessly spinning thunder vortex, its terrifying thunder-sound-wave shaking heaven and earth, all manner of demons and monsters instantly reduced to ash.

Many cultivators trembled uncontrollably.

In the origin of their divine souls, it seemed as if scenes from primordial antiquity surfaced—forebears battling across heaven and earth, Innate Thunder Dragons rampaging and roaring down, devouring billions of forebear tribes.

That terrifying imagery was deeply engraved in the bloodline ancestors who had survived by luck, so much so that today's descendants recalled it once again.

This Innate Thunder Dragon flew out from the dark cloud vortex, roaring as it charged toward the destructive sword-light that had dimmed an entire stretch of heaven and earth in the sky!

This primordial divine beast from antiquity had eyes both vivid and bloodthirsty, containing vivid emotions like a living being, making one suspect it was a genuine living creature.

Spirit?

Sword Spirit?!!

Many sword cultivators gave a shudder.

A terrifying notion arose in their hearts—this spirit bore an appearance extremely similar to the legendary Hall Sword Art, making one suspect whether the sword cultivators of the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm had achieved an enormous breakthrough in life through bloody combat.

On the battlefield, ten thousand thoughts flashed in an instant.

Boom!

Before this notion could even be born in their hearts, the sun-destruction light that had blasted out from the Mortal Dao Fleet had already collided with the Innate Thunder Dragon; the sun-destruction light, like sword-light, stabbed straight into the Innate Thunder Dragon's skull.

The sun-destruction light possessed absolute superiority and initiative in sword art, unaffected in the slightest by the sword sheath.

Heaven and earth froze for an instant.

Boom!

In the sky, great destruction, great upheaval—tens of thousands of kilometers of sky and land were utterly shattered.

Only thunder-light and sun-light clashed violently, annihilating each other; heaven and earth thus flickered in and out of brightness—one moment blazing with radiance, the next plunged into a state of utter night, without a single glimmer of light.

When the light had slightly dispersed.

Boom!

A vivid Innate Thunder Dragon retreated backward, smashing a stretch of sky, its slender thunder-dragon body pitted with craters, and together with its sword master, was violently blasted into the earth.

They sank deep into the earth for several hundred kilometers, forming a massive crater dozens of kilometers wide, its edges glazed.

Lei Chong Guang Canghai Tianjun was grievously wounded by a single sword!

He had employed a sword art resembling a sword spirit, he had used the Shangqing Startling Thunder Nurturing Spirit Sword Talisman to boost his magic power and divine sense sixfold—this was the heritage of the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm, causing his strength to surge madly.

But the result was even more tragic.

"Trash!"

"A sixfold surge in divine sense and magic power instead caused your sword art realm to drop, to lose control; your mastery is far weaker than before, making you all the more fragile."

The vice-commander among the Immortal Gate's hundreds of thousands of warships stood with his hands behind his back, revealing a hint of disappointment, and said lightly: "Fellow Daoist Lei Chong Guang, your sword art is far too weak."

"If you cannot crush your opponent with vast magic power and divine sense, then you are voluntarily exposing your heart, seeking death itself."

"I wonder whether the Heavenly Sword Sword Son has the ability to absolutely control this suddenly surging power?"

At the center of the glazed cannon-crater dozens of kilometers across, a vivid Thunder Dragon with a pitted body, and a thunder sword cultivator with both arms broken.

He Suffered Heavy wounds!

But the might of that Shangqing Startling Thunder Nurturing Spirit Sword Talisman was truly shocking to behold—even in such an injured state, the vast magic power within his body swiftly transformed into a source of healing, allowing his body to continuously recover.

Even external attacks, acting back upon his body, reduced the risk of him perishing from self-detonation at any moment.

External attacks instead, in a manner of speaking, helped him!

This terrifying Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong heritage completely exceeded common sense, born specifically for sword cultivators in bloody combat—utterly perfect, an absolute match.

Yet even so, the Immortal Gate vice-commander among the hundreds of thousands of warships remained greatly disappointed, because the opponent's strength had not met his expectations.

"Impossible!"

"Why is there not the slightest sign of decline in your sword art?"

Lei Chong Guang Canghai Tianjun spat blood as he roared, unable to accept it.

The opponent had used mechanical constructs!

Had used external force, no longer fully trusting the sword in his hand!

Such a sword cultivator who had abandoned the glory of sword cultivation should have had his sword soul collapse and his divine soul shatter to death in an instant, with no chance of survival whatsoever.

The higher the level, the more a sword cultivator becomes one with the sword Dao; the two can never be separated again—when one's sword Dao shatters, the sword cultivator should die.

Yet, what is the fact that now appears?

That sword cultivator who used mechanical constructs—he, under the suddenly surging strength, also used mechanical constructs, yet his control over divine soul, magic power, and formations showed no weakening whatsoever, as if those mechanical constructs had, from beginning to end, always been part of his sword, with no difference at all.

But!

Those mechanical constructs are clearly external power!

Even a blind man, a deaf man, a madman, an idiot could see this is external power; this is not something self-deception can achieve.

Why is this?!

Before all the sword cultivators, a most fundamental theorem of the Sword Dao was overturned.

The millions of sword cultivators watching the battle nearly had their sword hearts shatter into pieces, unable to believe that what appeared before their eyes was reality, far more inclined to think they had been set up with an illusion.

"This Canghai Tianjun does not believe it!"

"Such a trick must have endless hidden consequences, merely suppressed for now."

Guanglei Canghai Tianjun roared in fury.

He bit through the tip of his tongue, spat out essence blood, then with a single leap actually threw his entire body into the Innate Thunder Dragon formed by his natal flying sword beside him.

Roar!

Roar roar!

The spirit within the Innate Thunder Dragon's enormous twin pupils surged once more, tinged with blood; the injuries on its scales healed in an instant. With a bellow, it shook its head and swept its tail, charging toward the steel city in the sky to kill.

He pressed forward without looking back, without regret or complaint, seeking transcendence of the Sword Dao through a death battle!