Chapter 22: Pure Yang True Fire, the Figure of an Old Friend!

Above the Heavenly Realm, the overwhelming sword qi stretched across billions of li.

Countless bright stars at this moment dimmed, and the Milky Way inside and out was filled with resonant sword qi! Numerous demons turned to ash, and the Western Holy Knight riding a great dragon was also enveloped by the sword qi, turning to powder in an instant! As the sword qi faded, a white‑clad man wielding a pine‑patterned ancient sword appeared before the Heavenly Realm formation.

The coldness in his eyes shone like an unparalleled sword immortal.

He seemed like a blade drawn from its sheath, his terrifying aura causing countless Western demons to retreat a step! On Blue Star, innumerable Daxia people who saw his appearance were thrilled and their hearts surged.

"He is the Daoist of the Dan Ding Sect; I never imagined that after thirty years he would reach this point!"

"This sword qi is terrifying; even across tens of thousands of light‑years, my third‑eye throbs with pain!"

"The power of a single sword scatters demons; is this what it means to be taken under the ancestor's tutelage?"

Innumerable Daxia folk gazed with burning eyes; the Daoist Lu Xuan Zhen of the Dan Ding Sect ascended to the Heavenly Realm over twenty years ago.

He was among the first Daxia to become an immortal! It is said he has already comprehended the Pure Yang Sword Technique of Pure Yang Sword Immortal Lu Zu, and received personal guidance from Ancestor Lu Chen.

For twenty years no one knew exactly how far he had progressed.

Now, with a single strike, the sword qi hangs inverted, startling gods and ghosts! At this moment, countless Western deities who ascended from Blue Star are terrified.

In the void, that sword‑wielding Eastern man, with but a single sword, turned Jie Nuo into ash.

The aura emanating now made them even more uneasy!

After a moment of calm, a voluptuous Blood Clan woman, barefoot, stepped onto the void and approached Lu Xuan Zhen.

Her bright eyes surveyed the Eastern man.

Sharp and indifferent, he exuded a power she had never felt.

She inexplicably wanted to taste the other's blood.

So, Jie Wei'er split her mouth, revealing stark white teeth, her bright red lips meeting.

"To be able to kill Jie Nuo, you truly are strong."

"But you must know, this low‑born fellow is the weakest among beings like me."

"From now on, your opponent will be me."

"You'd better be careful, handsome Eastern man,"

Jie Wei'er covered her mouth with a light laugh, and the wings behind her began to glow with an eerie crimson hue.

In the next instant, her body vanished, turning into several barely discernible streaks of blood light that flew toward Lu Xuan Zhen's throat.

The air exuded a sweet, fragrant scent of blood that was oddly intoxicating.

Even within the Heavenly Realm formation, the blood inside many immortal bodies began to surge outward uncontrollably.

It seeped from eyes, nose, and mouth! "Hiss, what a bizarre black art— even those who have ascended to immortality cannot restrain their own blood!"

"These are the Western Blood Clan, whose methods are bizarre; they can drain all the blood from a body in an instant. In thirty years, who knows how many have died by her hand!"

"What can we do? This technique leaves no trace; can Daoist Lu defend against it?"

"I don't know; many of our Daxia's strong ones have fallen to her, only a few escapees remain, and no one has ever bested her!"

Daxia, countless humans instantly grew tense.

Although Lu Xuan Zhen's sword qi is strong, it is hard to fend off this bizarre divine technique! Humans are already weak; if Lu Xuan Zhen falls here, it would be a huge loss for them!

Above the cosmic void, wave after wave of bizarre aura made hearts race.

In the darkness, some presence seemed to cackle continuously.

The scent of blood grew stronger, countless hearts hammered wildly, striving not to let their blood leave their bodies!

Bang! At last, someone couldn't hold on; their heart exploded, and the body turned into a cloud of blood mist! Thump thump…

Thump thump…

Within the Heavenly Realm formation, countless immortals showed painful expressions, and the sound of their hearts beating manifested like drumbeats, echoing together in the silent cosmos.

Millions of Daxia citizens wore the worst pallor imaginable.

Their divine technique seemed far beyond their imagination.

Below the Heavenly Realm Great Wall, the massive Candle Dragon lifted its head and chuckled softly.

"This is the ancient Blood Demon's divine talent; countless primordial high shamans have perished by this method, let alone you, my disciple?"

"With a world‑shaking technique, I have cut off the breath of your human kind, Lu Chen…"

"You cannot win this duel!"

Clad in teal, Lu Chen gazed at the distant stars where a sword‑wielding youth stood! He is a prodigy of cultivation spanning tens of thousands of years, especially in sword Dao, nearly matching the Pure Yang Sword Immortal.

Thus, Lu Chen personally taught him the sword technique and guided his cultivation. Lu Xuan Zhen, not even thirty years in, has already reached a terrifying level of sword Dao comprehension!

At this moment, the entire universe was suffused with crimson blood mist; the grotesque laughter and the throbbing hearts of countless beings blended into a bizarre melody.

It made hearts restless and uneasy, hard to find peace.

Lu Chen suddenly spoke softly, his voice buzzing across the galaxy.

"Xuan Zhen, you practice the Pure Yang Sword; the Pure Yang Method can subdue all evils in the world!"

"With a mind free of thoughts, Pure Yang arises naturally!"

As Lu Chen's words fell, above the void the previously solemn Lu Xuan Zhen's clouds of worry suddenly cleared.

Facing the bizarre blood mist, he laughed loudly.

"So that's it, so that's it!"

"My cultivation years are short; though my strength is great, my heart is lacking."

"Greed, anger, ignorance, hatred cling to me; I fear, yet I do not realize my heart holds Pure Yang, making evils hard to arise!"

"Xuan Zhen, thank you, Master, for the guidance!"

He, in floating white robes, tossed the pine‑patterned ancient sword, which flew back into the scabbard behind him.

In his eyes, a surge of Pure Yang qi suddenly rose.

He pinched the immortal formula and whispered the chant.

With a heart unburdened, Pure Yang arises on its own!

This technique scorches the heavens and boils the seas!

Boom! The terrifying Pure Yang power surged wildly from Lu Xuan Zhen's body!

The crimson blood mists, upon the slightest touch, behaved like hot oil meeting flame—burning ever hotter, suddenly emitting an extremely mournful scream! Yet within moments, beyond the Heavenly Realm, they turned into a sea of Pure Yang fire, nearly lighting up the entire Galaxy!

Countless demons recoiled in terror at that moment, and even the deities emerging from the darkness could not help but be frightened!

Within the Galaxy, the bound Zhu Jiuyin gazed at the scene, full of disbelief.

"Pure Yang True Fire, Pure Yang True Fire, impossible, impossible!"

"That Pure Yang Sword Immortal is dead; no one in the world can cultivate Pure Yang True Fire!"

Upon the scarred dragon head, terror shivered at this moment.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, beyond these Heavenly Realm ruins, the human race had an unparalleled Sword Immortal who struck fear into countless demons.

This Pure Yang True Fire, scorching the void and turning into a sky‑filled sea of flame, once again awakened the memory in its mind.

Lu Chen watched the scene, his eyes full of reminiscence.

The white‑clothed youth, his figure wielding divine power, began to overlap with that of a friend from hundreds of thousands of years ago.

He accepted Lu Xuan Zhen for the most important reason: he saw the essence of an old friend within him.

"Zhu Long, you are wrong."

"Pure Yang Fire is not only wielded by my wine‑loving Daoist companion; I can also wield it."

"Because this True Fire is the most effective against you evil gods, you spared no cost and caused his death."

"The sea of fire that day was even more dazzling than today's."

Lu Chen's words carried a hint of sorrow; looking toward the youth floating in the distant void, he felt only a vague melancholy.

Amid the roaring flames of the fire sea, the white‑clothed Sword Immortal stood within, recklessly burning celestial power and divine law as if a peerless deity! Jie Wei'er screamed in agony as she fled the void, her once beautiful cheeks already charred.

Her wings behind were riddled with black holes, and her whole body remained cloaked by that Pure Yang True Fire.

Like a meteor, it slammed heavily onto a star‑filled ruin! The once graceful body was burned black, rolling continuously on the ground.

"Ahhh... I, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

"What kind of flame is this, save me, save me!"

The voice was shrill, filled with fear.

Until Jie Wei'er's voice grew ever weaker, the divine fire flickered, then fell still.

Beyond the Galaxy and the Heavenly Realm, everything fell into an indescribable deathly silence!

(End of Chapter)