Chapter 1582: The Pure Yang Sword Son Has Appeared!

True Lord Jishan walked out of the Golden Sea Domain, his face deathly pale, a thread of blood at the corner of his mouth — he had suffered heavy injuries.

"We respectfully welcome True Lord!"

On the other side of the domain barrier, several Soul Transformation cultivators arrived with a number of beautiful maidservants to greet him reverently.

This domain was also a subordinate domain of the Immortal Qi Sect, and as the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong War continued, the Immortal Qi Sect's power kept gathering, greatly strengthening central authority — it was no longer a semi-independent local sect force.

By all reason, True Lord Jishan would recuperate here for several decades, only heading to the next domain after his injuries healed — this was why the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong War advanced step by cautious step; the geography and rules of the Great Thousand Worlds greatly influenced the development of the war's situation.

"True Lord,"

"this junior's cave abode is already prepared, please condescend to stay…"

A bewitchingly beautiful Soul Transformation cultivator said with silken, alluring eyes.

"Good."

True Lord Jishan laughed heartily.

Under the guidance of the Six Paths Reincarnation soul-shell, he was a genuine True Lord Jishan, and would do everything entirely according to the model of the past.

At the same time, within this domain, several Void Refinement cultivators suddenly had a premonition — some planned to travel abroad, some prepared to go visit friends, some were normally carrying out Immortal Qi Sect missions…

Every single thing was reasonable.

In short, they chose at this very moment to walk out through the domain barrier, triggering world-breaking celestial phenomena in all directions.

……

Thunder Flame Domain.

This place, where the Pure Yang Sword Son had once been born, had now become a battlefield where the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong slaughtered each other; the slaughter had already continued for over ten thousand years, and the prodigies, heroes, and outstanding figures who had died here were beyond counting — corpses carpeted the earth, turning what had once been a land teeming with life into a realm of white bones and remains.

The sky was a gloomy grey, the yin wind howled furiously, and ashes scattered in all directions.

The remains of countless living beings had permanently altered this domain!

Yet such terrifying death had not stopped the war in the slightest; humanity's slaughter and infighting continued, endless and boundless, the war's intensity even surpassing that against alien races, making living beings turn pale at the mere mention.

At this moment, amid the roars and howls in the sky, the armies of the Immortal Qi Sect and the Grand Yin-Yang Sword Realm blotted out the heavens, spreading like tides, colliding violently — corpses fell in sheets like raindrops, plummeting to the earth.

The Dao soldiers of the Grand Yin-Yang Sword Realm used yin and yang as their two colors, forming battle arrays that gave birth to countless yin-yang black-and-white swords, which further formed a Grand Taiji Diagram, generating endless sword qi and the profound rules of the yin-yang sword Dao — bearing the momentum of worlds, they swept toward countless enemies, cleaving through star rivers; any single wave of sword qi could blast apart swathes of Divine Transformation Monarchs and Void Refinement True Lords, forcing back Heavenly Man powerhouses.

Yet such waves of yin-yang destruction were firmly held back by countless Flesh-Blood Heavenly Demon Puppet Dao soldiers.

The lowest grade among these Flesh-Blood Heavenly Demon Puppets was the Foundation Establishment Heavenly Demon Puppet, followed by the Jin Dan Heavenly Demon

Puppet; Nascent Soul-grade Heavenly Demon Puppets were mostly various withered-yellow tree forms, possessing all manner of tentacles and branches, each branch and tentacle assembled from specialized Jin Dan Heavenly Demon Puppet components.

Finally there were Soul Transformation Heavenly Demon Puppets as large as Shanfeng, Void Refinement Heavenly Demon Puppets like blood lakes, and many formless, ferociously terrifying Dao Merging Heavenly Demon Puppets…

The many Flesh-Blood Heavenly Demon Puppets assembled together, forming a black-red Blood Abyss, endlessly deep — no matter how many waves of black-and-white yin-yang sword qi crashed in, all were devoured.

In terms of quality, the black-red Blood Abyss was far inferior to the Grand Yin-Yang Sword Realm's yin-yang sword Dao soldiers, and was often beaten into constant retreat.

But their numbers were simply too great!

Endless and boundless, fearing no death — no matter how many died, the Immortal Qi Sect could immediately replenish them, almost without limit.

By comparison, although the yin-yang sword Dao soldiers were extremely powerful in combat — the heritage of the ancient Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong's powerhouses was fully revealed — their numbers were too few, and the speed of replenishment far too slow, lagging far behind the Immortal Qi Sect's replenishment rate for Flesh-Blood Heavenly Demon Puppet Dao soldiers.

The situation on the battlefield thus gradually shifted.

In the last few hundred years, the Grand Yin-Yang Sword Realm had continuously lost cities and territory; now, even the supply channels crucial to logistical replenishment, such as the Golden Sea Domain near the front lines, had been severed — the already extremely slow-to-replenish yin-yang sword Dao soldiers now had no replenishment at all, greatly crushing the morale of many yin-yang sword Dao soldiers.

The yin-yang Grand Taiji Diagram was gradually being stained by the black-red Blood Abyss.

……

High above the battlefield.

Countless rule-law nets interwove, containing the cultivators' personal wills — the rules belonging uniquely to each cultivator clashed and annihilated each other repeatedly in the sky; any stray ripple could make Dao Merging Divine Monarchs panic and dare not approach in the slightest.

This was the battle of Heavenly Man rules!

A Demon God bone giant, or a pitch-black demonic bird, or a string-puppet with blood tears flowing from both pupils, or an ancient demonic tree with both flesh and mechanical parts… more than ten Immortal Qi Sect Heavenly Men each commanded their own unique rules, roaring and howling, forming a great array to surround and kill the strongest at the very center.

"Hahaha…"

"…Haha… weak, so weak…"

This powerhouse's whole body erupted with sword qi, roaring madly; sword qi shot to the heavens from his body — he held no sword in his hands, merely treading upon the rule-law net of Blazing Yang, savagely killing toward his enemies with fists and teeth.

He clearly seemed like a body-tempering body cultivator.

Yet anyone who saw him would inevitably know he was a sword cultivator, because that mad sword intent was nearly overflowing, affecting and altering the Heavenly Dao rules themselves.

This — was clearly someone who had refined his own body and soul into a flying sword!

He had no flying sword — his fists were his flying swords!

His whole body was covered in wounds, the bones in many places nearly shattered, golden boiling blood flowing from the bloody holes — he had fought these dozen-plus terrifying Immortal Qi Sect Heavenly Men for over ten thousand years,

and was about to die.

"Not enough!"

"You damned ants, not enough!"

This powerhouse roared furiously: "Still not enough to let Laozi break through! The pressure isn't enough! How could ants like these let Laozi break through and achieve what lies above Heavenly Man?"

"Send more of the Immortal Qi Sect's Heavenly Men!"

This bearing was mad to the extreme, arrogant to the extreme.

"Hehe…"

Among the Immortal Qi Sect's Heavenly Man powerhouses, a string-puppet with blood tears flowing from both pupils smiled coldly, unconcerned.

Sword cultivator, Lone Yang.

These two combined were utterly chaotic madmen.

The Immortal Qi Sect had rich experience in surrounding and killing such beast-like sword cultivators — absolutely no chance of letting them break through at their limit; traps like string-law nets had long been laid, certain death with no way out.

As time wore on, everything was already destined.

The two sides fought each other in self-forgetfulness, battling — Heavenly Man's blood rained across sky and earth, fighting to madness; each side had absolute confidence in itself, believing it would surely win.

The wisdom of ancient powerhouses cannot be understood by low-level cultivators.

At a certain moment, at the exact same time a green-robed youth far away in the Golden Sea Region touched the Web of Causality, the Blood Pupil Thread-Pulling Puppet and the Yang Bone Heavenly Person's divine soul simultaneously showed faint, subtle ripples of connection.

"Mosquito,"

"Butterfly,"

"Or that target…"

The Blood Pupil Thread-Pulling Puppet coldly deduced.

Over these past twenty thousand years, the Grand Yin-Yang Sword Realm and the Immortal Qi Sect had fought and killed each other countless times on countless battlefields—in star domains beyond the Great Thousand World, in various realm territories, and in the Thunder Flame Region. These two colossal powers had clashed everywhere, and naturally that included the Causality Battlefield.

This kind of disturbance of the Web of Causality had already occurred countless times in the past.

Then, was this one, like in the past, merely a causal decoy, or was it, with smaller probability, a real target?

The Blood Pupil Thread-Pulling Puppet was currently unable to judge.

So it made the routine decision, following the prearranged encirclement plan to shroud this being that had touched the Web of Causality in a spreading-net formation.

On the other side, the Yang Bone Heavenly Person's face revealed not the slightest trace.

In his heart, however, he fell into boundless wild joy.

"Hahahaha… waited for twenty thousand years,"

"Finally, this sect's Pure Yang Sword Son… has appeared!"

"This old man's path to Jiang Jiang Jinxian—dawn has appeared once more, appeared once more!"