Chapter 410: Battle Against the Nascent Soul (Requesting Subscription)

"This... what kind of sword art is this?"

Though protected by the sixth-rank treasure umbrella, the Child of Heavenly Mutilation felt icy cold throughout his entire body.

That flying sword had simply ignored all defenses, materializing directly from empty space.

Even... a single sword stroke shattering void!

A sword art that shatters the void is beyond the resistance capability of any ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator!

Just as he was utterly stunned, a flash of sword light appeared—Master Yichan loudly chanted a Buddhist mantra, and a bloodline mark appeared on his Arhat Golden Body.

The Arhat enters Nirvana—the heavens and earth grieve!

In the blink of an eye, three of the five Nascent Soul Heavenly Lords were gone!

Seeing this, the cultivators on the floating islands were the first to break.

Several Nascent Soul cultivators said nothing, fled from the battle formation, frantically unleashing all kinds of secret techniques to escape rearward.

In the cultivation world, ultimate combat power ultimately decides everything.

Now that three Nascent Soul Heavenly Lords had been slaughtered like dogs and chickens, the collapse of morale was only natural.

Even though the allied cultivator army below still held a slight advantage, their spirits were shattered—they were now in full rout.

"Hahaha... My Lord's divine might!"

Master Qian waved the thunder flag in his hand, his face beaming with joy.

At least, his own life was now safe.

After being implanted with the restriction seal, he had given up all hope, praying only that Fang Xing would successfully unify the Qian Yuan Great Realm.

As for those ancestral masters from the upper realm?

He knew full well he was never destined for ascension, and he even preferred Buddhist teachings, having studied only Buddhist lineages confiscated by his sect's scripture library—surely the upper realm ancestors held no fondness for him.

Better to never meet again, each to live in peace.

In another void array.

Master Gu and Master Jin waved the Two-Realm Banner, slicing through space to trap one Nascent Soul cultivator after another.

Originally, the two had harbored secret intentions, holding back some strength.

Facing enemy Nascent Soul cultivators, they primarily used sealing techniques, never delivering fatal blows.

But upon seeing Fang Xing ruthlessly slay three Nascent Soul Heavenly Lords, both instantly snapped to attention: "Full power!"

Master Gu and Master Jin exchanged glances, seeing the resolve in each other's eyes, and poured their spiritual power into the Two-Realm Banner.

Waves of void storms formed, drowning the Nascent Soul Lords trapped in separate spaces...

Lady Qiong, clad in battle armor, stood atop the Qingluan Divine Bird, commanding with calm authority.

Watching these scenes, she felt a quiet helplessness: "Commanding troops is ultimately inferior to breaking arrays and slaying generals... In the cultivation world, realm still reigns supreme."

Her heart burned with ambition—her natural talent had always been exceptional, or she would never have become the master of the Piaomiao Immortal Palace.

Now that Fang Xing was about to unify the Qian Yuan Great Realm, following him would bring her no small benefits.

With piles of Nascent Soul spiritual items, achieving Nascent Soul cultivation was certain.

Perhaps... there might even be a glimmer of ascension in her future?

As Lady Qiong's thoughts swirled, she saw a flash of silver light high above the nine heavens—a white-robed woman suddenly appeared.

Her features were like a painted scroll, yet carried an otherworldly aura, as if a celestial fairy had descended to mortal realms.

At that moment, she lightly waved her hand, sending forth streams of silver runes—the array that had blanketed most of the cultivation world abruptly transformed!

BOOM!

In the void, dozens of silver light pillars emerged, forming cages that trapped Fang Xing within.

"A lower-realm cultivator? Finally showing up?"

Fang Xing laughed loudly, utterly fearless, and slashed with the Rusty Iron Sword—the heavens and earth trembled, and a dazzling constellation appeared.

Amidst the star-strewn expanse, a silver river carrying an unbearably sharp sword intent pierced through.

Void shattered—several silver light pillars snapped cleanly in two.

The white-robed woman's face darkened with seriousness; she formed hand seals, and a ring materialized.

The ring gleamed bright silver, its interior inscribed with impossibly complex seal script.

As spiritual power flowed into it, black and white energies entwined, instantly transforming into a Taiji diagram saturated with Two-Yin-Two-Yang Magnetic Divine Light!

Fang Xing instantly felt his True Sword losing control—he frowned sharply: "Two-Yin-Two-Yang Magnetic Light? How could she possess such a technique?"

"This is the 'Two-Yin-Two-Yang Ring,' forged by my 'Jiuxiang Palace' ancestral master through great divine power—it contains a thread of 'Primordial Two-Yin-Two-Yang Magnetic Divine Light'... Even if your sword isn't metallic, it will still be suppressed."

The white-robed woman's voice was like a mountain spring—clear, pure, and ethereal.

At that moment, she changed her hand seals—the Two-Yin-Two-Yang Ring vanished instantly.

When it reappeared, it had encircled the Rusty Iron Sword.

Fang Xing grunted, feeling his connection to his True Sword growing faint.

For a sword cultivator, this was utterly unthinkable.

"No wonder you're an upper-realm cultivator..."

He sighed, recognizing she still maintained only Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivation, drawing spiritual energy endlessly from the Grand Void, her power inexhaustible.

If this continued, defeat was inevitable.

"But... you've walked into your own destiny."

Fang Xing's cultivation avatar smiled faintly, raised his hand slightly, and nine purple-blue divine flames transformed into coiling fire dragons, encircling him with terrifying might.

"Destiny?"

The white-robed woman of Jiuxiang Palace suddenly felt a chill crawl up her spine.

As a Nascent Soul powerhouse who had descended from above, her intuitive premonitions were never wrong.

WHOOSH!

The next instant, a streak of fire erupted.

Within the firelight: the tip of a spear!

On the spearhead, a spark flickered—void shattered, radiating light like a star.

"Die!" Fang Xing's true body, clad in black robes, gripped the 'Black Death Spear,' thrusting it forth like a dragon—aimed straight at the white-robed woman!

Before the white-robed woman, colorful ribbons fluttered like two seven-colored giant serpents, sweeping toward Fang Xing.

Fang Xing held the spear in one hand, and casually slapped with the other.

SMACK! SMACK!

Both seven-colored serpents flew sideways.

Simultaneously, the technique 'Stars Like Fire' struck the woman's back, causing a talisman on her body to ignite spontaneously.

Even so, her face flushed crimson, her eyes filled with horror: "Fifth-rank... no, sixth-rank top-grade body cultivator? Impossible... how could the lower realm allow you to remain?"

In the lower realm, the realm's restrictions were extremely strict.

Not even a Nascent Soul Mid-Stage cultivator could remain—forced to ascend instantly.

This was even the treatment for native cultivators.

For an outsider, talismans and treasures carrying foreign realm energy were even more violently rejected.

Even with Jiuxiang Palace's status in the Spirit Realm, they couldn't let her carry many talismans—too great a suppression from the realm's force, not worth the cost...

According to the main universe's rules, a descending cultivator's "luggage" has a quota.

The 'Two-Yin-Two-Yang Ring' already consumed most of it—there was little left...

And the talisman struck by Fang Xing's spear? That was her final trump card—the last sixth-rank top-grade defense talisman.

At this moment, she was utterly stunned—Fang Xing's true body's performance was like that of a Nascent Soul Late-Stage master.

She was only Nascent Soul Early Stage, and still suppressed by the Qian Yuan Great Realm.

This...

"Brother, please hear me out."

The white-robed woman rapidly formed hand seals, causing countless silver petals to fall from the void, shielding her, while speaking: "Your spiritual power and divine techniques are astonishing—you should join Master Mingkun in claiming the Qian Yuan Great Realm... I have no intention of stopping you. But you must ascend eventually, correct? My Jiuxiang Palace is a power in the Spirit Realm—please consider this..."

Her words were sincere, carrying a mesmerizing, soul-stirring power.

This enchantment seemed to emanate from her body's fragrance—utterly intoxicating.

"Heh... should I tremble in awe and humbly offer my immortal mansion's treasures? Dream on!"

Fang Xing roared, his martial will surging skyward, forming the Dari Rulai Dharma Body.

The Dari Rulai Dharma Body's face was identical to his own, majestic and solemn, forming the Dharma Seal.

BOOM!

A crimson sun descended, its flames expanding relentlessly, the Dari Dharma Realm engulfing Tianma Plain, destroying the silver-pillar immortal array's foundations one by one.

Simultaneously, Fang Xing's martial will transformed into a Buddha blade, slicing into the white-robed woman's soul—ignoring all other defensive and mental techniques, causing her bright eyes to instantly go blank.

ROAR! ROAR!

In her blank eyes, a fire dragon suddenly reflected.

Each scale, each claw of that fire dragon was composed of intensely concentrated flame principles, appearing vividly alive.

As Fang Xing's spear tip moved, the dragon's head roared, merging with the spear tip, striking before the white-robed woman.

Then...

Petals of silver turned black and withered...

PUFF!

The pitch-black Spear of Death pierced straight through the white-robed woman, its scorching fire-elemental rule-force nearly incinerating her Nascent Soul, impaling her aloft.

The Heaven-Mutilated Child and the surviving Purple Yuan Daoist had intended to assist the Upper Realm Envoy in besieging the Dark Kun Sovereign, but when they saw this sight, they froze in terror.

"That… that was an Upper Realm Envoy…"

"How could she have been skewered like that?"

The Heaven-Mutilated Child and the Purple Yuan Daoist exchanged glances; when they met the Dark Kun Sovereign's gaze, they immediately retracted their treasures and bowed deeply: "We… submit!"

At that moment, changes occurred on the battlefield.

The white-robed woman finally recovered from the psychic assault, letting out a shriek that echoed across the land, as crimson runes bloomed across her body.

Clearly, she had prepared an extremely vicious counterattack.

This might not even have been her own doing—she may have been forcibly implanted with it by a cultivator of higher realm!

BOOM!

At that instant, a crimson great sun emerged.

Centered on Fang Xing's true body, it engulfed the surroundings.

Brilliant solar truefire mixed with solar golden flame, forming a Great Sun Crucible.

At the crucible's core stood the white-robed woman herself.

Her robes turned to ash first, revealing skin like jade; then her flesh burned away, exposing white bones…

No greater image of beauty turned to withered bone existed!

When even the bones were fully consumed, a moonlike silvery radiance fell—her Nascent Soul!

"You… my Jiuxiang Palace will not let you go unpunished."

The white-robed woman's face twisted in fury as she uttered her final curse…

Then…

Her Nascent Soul was likewise burned…

Countless fragments of memory were squeezed out, becoming fuel for the Great Sun…

"Hnn…"

Fang Xing's eyes flickered; he pressed his hand to his forehead.

A female cultivator of Void Refinement's early stage had memories vast beyond measure, laden with abundant insights from the Spirit Realm—making him feel this journey was more than worthwhile.

(End of Chapter)