Chapter 821

Before Wu Tie could even think, the 'Annihilation Slaying' sword in his hand leapt up on its own.

The long sword hovered in midair, then a flash of black light streaked across.

A huge rift tore open in the void ahead, space itself being violently sliced apart; every tangible and intangible thing in that region, even the concept of the existence of all things, was utterly shredded.

This sword ripped open a seam of chaos.

Three standard warships of the Sui Chao, about a hundred standard warships of the Three Kingdoms, together with the nearly one hundred thousand soldiers aboard them, were annihilated.

With a clang, the pitch-black long sword flew back into Wu Tie's hand, feeling heavy and solid.

Wu Tie stared, dumbfounded, at the sword in his hand emanating a chilling killing intent; just moments ago he saw clearly that as soon as the sword emerged, it not only slaughtered the Sui Chao troops ahead, but also devoured those warships, armor, blades, spears, swords and halberds entirely.

The vital essences of nearly one hundred thousand soldiers were also swallowed whole by this black sword.

The Sui Chao soldiers, even the weakest infantry were of the 'Inferior God' rank, and the captains had already attained 'Heavenly God' cultivation; when they were slain, the pillars of light that should have appeared, returning their immense cultivation to heaven and earth, did not manifest.

Everything was turned into chaos, then completely devoured by this black sword.

The light on the sword's edge seemed to increase by an insignificant trace, and the killing intent on the blade grew just a tad stronger.

Wu Tie felt a wave of creepiness.

What a terrifying murderous weapon! Fortunately, fortunately, it exists solely by relying on Wu Tie; otherwise, Wu Tie would fear it might backlash against its master and strike him unexpectedly.

'Annihilation Slaying... I am after all not the legendary sage.' Wu Tie murmured: 'Fortunately, you are also not the legendary first slaughter implement of heaven and earth; otherwise, I would not dare to use you.'

The 'Heaven-Praying Technique' continued to be activated; Wu Tie looked up at the purple-golden qi cloud above his head, which covered eight hundred mu, he made up his mind, casually split it, half of the eight-hundred-mu purple-golden qi cloud drifted down and poured into the black sword in his hand.

For a moment, the black sword blazed with multicolored light all over, and its extreme, brutal killing intent gradually subsided.

Once half of the merit power had been completely absorbed by the black sword, the sword became inwardly restrained, no longer unleashing its former wanton, overbearing killing intent. Its black blade was antiquated and heavy, warm and lustreless, resembling an ordinary iron sword forged from black iron, dark and unremarkable.

Spiritual light flickered in Wu Tie's hand; he wanted to take the black sword back into his body to nurture it.

But a thread of sword intent erupted from within the black sword, shattering the spiritual light in Wu Tie's palm into fragments; the black sword rang with a clang and violently trembled in his hand.

'Fine, you're the boss!' Wu Tie looked helplessly at this black sword.

He waved his hand downward, a vein of ore shot up into the air, being scorched by a burst of five-colored flames that appeared out of nowhere; Wu Tie extracted the quintessence of the five metals from it and forged a sword scabbard.

He casually slipped the black sword into the scabbard; the sword let out a resonant chime, and under Wu Tie's divine power, the scabbard—whose grade was nearly comparable to a three-refined immortal weapon—silently exploded into fragments, which instantly vanished, having been swallowed clean by the black sword.

Wu Tie stared blankly at the black sword for a while, then, helplessly, he handed it to his left hand, grabbed it with his right, and flew off toward the Fu Xi God Capital.

'Then just stay put outside; I won't let you act, you must not act. Your killing nature is too strong, but you must remember: the purpose of slaughter is not slaughter for its own sake, but to stop killing through killing!'

'Besides slaughter, there are far better things in the world, such as…' Wu Tie looked at the black sword in his hand, suddenly at a loss for how to communicate with it. There are still better things in the world, such as finding a partner and falling in love?

It's like playing music to a cow—utterly pointless.

Cang Hai Daoist and Wu Xing Daoist, covered in dust and grime, crawled up from the ground, gritting their teeth as they swallowed one lifesaving Dao treasure pill after another.

The sword marks on their bodies were deep to the bone, and despite their cultivation, divine abilities, and top-tier healing pills, their wounds refused to close. The black sword's sword intent was extremely vicious, lingering near the wounds without dissipating, continually slicing them open so blood kept flowing.

Cang Hai Daoist and Wu Xing Daoist took flight on evasion lights, pursuing Wu Tie all the way, leaving a trail of blood.

Wu Tie muttered a few more words to the black sword; a cold light flashed on its edge, and the fierce, terrifying sword intent within the wounds on Cang Hai Daoist and Wu Xing Daoist's bodies vanished into thin air, after which their wounds began to wriggle and quickly healed.

At the Fu Xi God Capital, on the gate tower of the palace city, Bai Su Xin descended from the heavens.

Several elderly eunuchs stood smiling on the gate tower, looking down at tribe after tribe of chieftains who respectfully knelt, drank blood wine, and swore oaths to pledge allegiance to Feng Rong.

'Ah, all good children, truly good children. Behave yourselves serving the prince, and the prince will not shortchange you.' The old eunuchs were shaking their heads and praising these allied tribal chieftains when, out of the blue, they saw Bai Su Xin land before them; they hurriedly bowed to her.

'Elder, the prince…' one old eunuch began to speak, but Bai Su Xin already sternly raised her hand: 'No matter what the prince is doing, have him come here at once.'

One evasion light after another kept falling; Bai Su Xin watched the returning disciples of the White Lotus Palace and said coldly: 'A great ominous weapon has appeared in the world… Remember, you must protect the prince well; if the prince loses even a single hair… I won't say more here, but just look at your families' elders—they'll flay you alive!'

All the White Lotus Palace disciples of Bai Su Xin's lineage replied in unison, each cautiously stepping back a few paces.

At Bai Su Xin's urging, the guards of the Xia Wang mansion hurriedly gathered around the disheveled Feng Rong, who, while dodging, wiped the rouge from his face with a damp towel and laughed loudly at Bai Su Xin.

'Uncle, you weren't off leading troops to conquer the four directions? How is it already over? Did you come back? Or did you fail to find… a fresh, tasty little aunt-in-law out there?'

Feng Rong teased his maternal uncle in a most improper manner.

Bai Su Xin glared at him and said coldly: 'I suddenly felt compelled, sensing that a great ominous weapon had emerged, and it was extremely close; I feared you might come to harm, so I brought my trusted disciples back.'

Feng Rong spread his hands, eyes wide, laughing: 'A great ominous weapon? What could it be? Ah, could I possibly meet harm? In this barbarian little state, what could happen to me? Unless it's still the second brother—does he dare to lay a hand on me himself?'

In the distance, three extremely strong and bright evasion lights streaked across the sky.

Wu Tie gripped the black sword reverse-handed with his left hand, formed a seal with his right, and stepped upon flowing clouds, fleeing at full speed. Though still thousands of li from the Fu Xi God Capital, he released his body and fully inhaled and exhaled the world's primordial energy.

Before, while hiding among the clouds, Wu Tie merely used Buddhist relics and divine soul crystals as aids, contemplating the Dao, raising his realm, and accelerating the fusion of his divine fetus and body.

Now, Wu Tie's three thousand great Dao, eighty-four thousand minor Dao, and even some Dao of unknown origin have completely merged with his flesh.

The cultivation levels of these Dao and heterodox Dao have all reached the tenth heaven of the Divine Sovereign realm.

Before, Wu Tie was like a small lake.

Now, Wu Tie is like a vast ocean.

The amount of mana his body can contain has expanded by more than a hundred thousand times compared to before.

Merely while hiding among the clouds, fearing to disturb Feng Rong and the others, Wu Tie only contemplated the Dao, only raised his realm, and did not absorb even a trace of worldly primordial energy to increase his mana.

Now, being only a few thousand li from the Fu Xi God Capital, Wu Tie uninhibitedly released his body.

Each of his pores turned into a black hole, frantically devouring the surrounding primordial energy of heaven and earth.

Wu Tie's actions made Cang Hai Daoist and Wu Xing Daoist his three corpses' avatars; as Wu Tie's Dao cultivation surged, the two Daoists also gained great benefits. They could not possibly fuse the three thousand great Dao and eighty-four thousand minor Dao left and right into one furnace as Wu Tie's true self does, but their Daoist level is also over ninety percent of Wu Tie's.

One true self and two corpse avatars—three terrifyingly mighty beings—unleashed their full power to devour heaven and earth's primordial energy, and the void instantly underwent a tremendous transformation.

With a tremendous boom, the void within a radius of one million li suddenly went dark.

Even the sunlight within the void, every ray within a million-li radius, was instantly swallowed up by Wu Tie and his two companions.

No sound, no breath, no light, no shadow.

All things fell into a murky chaos, as if heaven and earth had returned to the state before creation.

From within Wu Tie, Cang Hai Daoist, and Wu Xing Daoist came a terrifying rumble; vast amounts of heaven and earth's primordial energy were sucked into their bodies, their physiques like furnaces—each inhalation and exhalation instantly turned the primordial energy into Daoic mana, surging and rolling to fill them completely.

The mana intake and output were so violent that even stray mana spewed from their pores, only to be reabsorbed by their bodies.

Wu Tie, the Canghai Daoist, and the Five Elements Daoist became the only three clusters of light in the void; they were like three small suns, rushing swiftly toward the Fuxi God Capital.

Feng Rong felt the terrifying Dao aura emanating from Wu Tie and his two companions.

That was far stronger than the aura he had sensed from his younger brother Feng Shang when the latter fully released his Dao resonance—hundreds, even thousands of times stronger.

Feng Rong's muscles spasmed as he screamed hysterically: "God King… no, even more terrifying than a God King… what is their Dao foundation? Three hundred Great Daos? Five hundred? Eight hundred?"

Bai Su Xin's face twitched violently.

The White Lotus Palace possesses its own secret transmissions; as one of the Three Divine Sects Protecting the State, Earth Character Yi Five Battlefield, the White Lotus Palace, Bai Su Xin has an extremely concealed channel through which he obtains some absolutely confidential information that must never be disclosed from certain truly terrifying existences.

For example, Bai Su Xin knows that in some illusory, unfathomable secret realm, someone cultivates the Primal Beginning Scripture!

That is, according to legend, a perfect cultivation method based on the Three Thousand Great Dao!

Based on the Three Thousand Great Dao, even if all eighty-four thousand side paths were vacant, those who enter the Dao through the Three Thousand Great Dao… what terrifying beings they are!

"Impossible, they shouldn't appear in this barbarian little country!" Bai Su Xin likewise screamed with a hint of hysteria: "This is a violation, a violation… this is against the rules!"

Bai Su Xin is somewhat insane.

He has the White Lotus Palace's secret channel, connecting with some inconceivable great powers, thereby obtaining certain benefits and certain secrets.

But compared to those lofty great powers, he, Bai Su Xin, is merely a typical insignificant figure.

The truly high-level secrets he knows are few.

But he knows that just this aura alone gives a feeling of heaven-and-earth destruction, the aura rolling like a hurricane and tsunami, a terrifying figure that almost extinguishes even a trace of innate primordial spirit—such a person absolutely should not appear in this barbarian little country.

"Where is Pei Feng?" Still three hundred li from the Fuxi God Capital, countless five-colored divine lights shot up behind the Five Elements Daoist.

Streams of five-colored divine light fell into the Fuxi God Capital; Xi Wu Le, Xi Bu Bai, and many more of the Xi clanspeople were all swept up by this light, soaring into the air and lightly drifting down into a Five Elements space behind the Five Elements Daoist.

Wu Tie pointed at Bai Su Xin and shouted angrily: "White Lotus Palace, where is Pei Feng?"

Bai Su Xin straightened his back sharply; after all, he is the Mountain Chief of the White Lotus Palace, having witnessed countless storms and waves in his long life—this bit of breath cultivation he still possesses.

His back held straight, a strand of Vastly Righteous Qi shot up from his crown, an Eight-Sided Inkstone hovered within that Qi, emitting a continuous pure yang aura that blocked the earth-shattering, heaven-rending waves emanating from Wu Tie and his two companions.

"Who dares disturb the king's carriage?" Bai Su Xin stepped before Feng Rong, his Eight-Sided Inkstone glowing atop his head, his left hand gripping a white jade spirit monkey paperweight, his right hand clutching a white jade ruler, righteous qi radiating around him, he pointed sternly at Wu Tie and shouted.

"Where is Pei Feng!!!" Wu Tie roared; wind and thunder exploded on the flat ground, black yak-horn whirlwinds shot up hundreds of li high, encircling the entire city within the vortex. In the sky, chunks of blazing coal-like thunder debris continually fell, striking the ground and blasting out pits a hundred zhang wide and bottomless.

With such momentum, Feng Rong's face changed drastically; several elderly eunuchs beside him rushed to his side, forming a small Four Symbols formation that shielded him at its center.

"Pei Feng? So it's… you!" Bai Su Xin sneered, speaking from his nature, began to play with his literary tongue: "That girl is quite clever, already entered my school… I, who most like to nurture juniors, especially one born like her…"

Bai Su Xin was accustomed to trading barbs with people from the Fire Dynasty, the Red Lotus Temple, and the Green Lotus Observatory; various malicious remarks had become second nature to him.

But as soon as those words left his mouth, Wu Tie's already blood-red eyes instantly seemed to be coated with a layer of blood.

The void solidified.

Time stagnated.

The Primordial Crown's might enveloped a void of ten thousand li in radius.

Bai Su Xin let out a low growl; the Eight-Sided Inkstone emitted a faint light that shook the void, and one could hear continual 'crack' sounds as the Primordial Crown's might was fragmented strand by strand by the Vastly Righteous Qi he released.

Wu Tie gave a cold snort; a strand of Vastly Righteous Qi likewise shot up from his head, directly striking the Vastly Righteous Torrent above Bai Su Xin's head.

In scale, the Vastly Righteous Qi cultivated by Wu Tie was merely like an ordinary river.

The Vastly Righteous Qi cultivated by Bai Su Xin, however, was like a vast sea, endless and surging; compared to his, Wu Tie's Qi was the difference between a brook and a great river.

What is astonishing is that Wu Tie's Vastly Righteous Qi charged straight forward, and the Vastly Righteous Torrent above Bai Su Xin's head let out a tremendous roar, shattering inch by inch.

Bai Su Xin let out a miserable howl, blood spurting from all seven orifices.