Chapter 642: Broken Mountains and Rivers

The Dazai had never expected that the words used to lure the two into a trap would somehow provoke the two Sword Spirits. They erupted with unprecedented power and determination, preferring to set aside their dispute and join forces once more, swearing to tear the Dazai apart alive.

The Dazai finally witnessed just how powerful two Sword Immortal-level Sword Spirits could be when they unleashed their full strength.

A mighty momentum, unstoppable.

Unless it is another great momentum!

At this moment, a great momentum was indeed contending with another.

For a time, the Broken Sword Intent, the Destruction Sword Intent, and the Shadow Sword Intent collided rapidly.

Among them... the Broken Sword Intent remained the most powerful.

This was not only because the two Sword Spirits each had their weaknesses, but also because the Broken Sword Intent was exceptionally strong.

The Broken Sword Intent was the sword intent of the Mountain and River Stele, and also the National Fortune Sword Intent.

When the Great Wei was flourishing, the Mountain and River Stele was an unparalleled protective force; as long as the mountains and rivers remained, the Mountain and River Stele was not destroyed, and the capital was not breached, the Great Wei would never fall.

When the various rebel armies broke into Jingshi and besieged Wei Jing for several months, they remained at a loss. It was not until the Pillar States from various regions returned to defend the king and fought fiercely against the Prince of Jin that the situation was gradually reversed, drawing the attention of the world.

It dragged on until the dog days of summer, when the Imperial Preceptor entered the capital alone and, with a clever scheme to attack the heart and supreme power, shattered the Mountain and River Stele, which finally triggered the fall of Wei Jing.

Logically speaking, once the Great Wei became "Turtle Bandits," there should have been no National Fortune left; the mountains and rivers were no longer those of the Wei family, and the Mountain and River Stele should have been far inferior to before, or even useless.

Who would have known that there were capable people among the Turtle Bandits? A master re-forged the broken Mountain and River Stele, transforming the ill-fated omen of the nation's collapse and the people's death into the Broken Trend, making it a heavy treasure once again.

From then on, the more the National Fortune declined, the more powerful the Mountain and River Stele became. After all, the Great Wei's empire had already been gambled away, so it could not get any worse.

Therefore, what the two Sword Spirits encountered was precisely the momentum of the Great Wei's demise—the most dilapidated side of the Human World. Although the two were strong in their own right, they could not compare to the Turtle Bandits who had gambled away a century of National Fortune in one go.

The Dazai's stubborn resistance withstood the first wave of the two Sword Prayers' assault.

Yet, even though the sword intents of Destruction and Wangliang were rapidly disintegrating, they were still getting closer and closer to the Dazai.

They both knew the weakness of this Broken Sword Intent—even though the Dazai was called some sort of sub-immortal, he was not an immortal; he had a Mortal body, and his physical form was ultimately weak.

Destroy the head, and the momentum will surely break!

The Dazai also knew this weakness, but he remained motionless, not knowing if he had something to rely on or if he was unable to move. The characteristics of the masses on his body were constantly flowing.

In the end, Destruction took the first step!

Light comes before shadow; isn't that a matter of course?

Finally, Destruction transformed into a beam of light and lunged at the Dazai.

Within the light, a bird gradually appeared—a Golden Crow!

It was also a Golden Crow, a Golden Crow with pure blood!

Its color was also golden, with at most a layer of black energy shrouding the tips of its wings; other than that, there were no other colors, but its temperament was different from a Golden Crow—more severe and ferocious! Its outline was also sharper, and each feather was like a steel needle, born for attack and slaughter!

Endless scorching heat and intense rays approached; with a crow's cry, the Golden Crow plunged toward the Dazai like a sharp sword!

At this distance, there was no dodging!

No way to dodge!

The Dazai chose... not to dodge!

Head-on collision!

The Dazai was in human form, so he engaged in battle with a human body; at this moment, his state was that of a burly man, his body like an iron tower.

Seeing the power of the Golden Crow approaching, he let out a roar and slammed into it with an "Iron Mountain Lean"!

Bang!

The two collided, and the Golden Crow's flames burned rapidly, radiating brilliant light!

The burly man's figure paused, and a phantom floated up from his body—it was the appearance of that burly man, flying into the air like a ghost. The moment the burly man flew out, the Dazai turned into a lean man.

This situation was as if someone had been possessed by a demon, and then struck on the head with an Evil-Breaking Pestle, knocking the evil spirit out of the body.

Yet this was not all; under the massive impact, one phantom after another emerged from his body: the burly man, the lean man, the stocky man, the bald man...

One figure after another vanished rapidly from his body; his image changed several times in an instant, faster than face-changing in Sichuan opera. However, face-changing ultimately had its limits, while the phantoms on that person seemed endless.

Finally, the intense golden light subsided and extinguished. Destruction retreated from the state of the Golden Crow back into the Mask, hanging high in the sky, only sighing: "Just how many people have you hidden in your body? Each one has to block disaster for you. Is this embedding all your old and young remnants into your own body?"

The Dazai had by now turned into a dignified woman and said: "The mountains and rivers are broken, and things and people have changed; how could you understand such misery? The suffering of the masses is my suffering, and my suffering is the suffering of the masses."

Destruction sneered: "Evil heretic! What suffering of the masses? The suffering is all caused by you. Even the Yin Calamity hasn't harmed as many people as you have! Compared to you, Phantom is truly a minor sorcerer. If I were still a Golden Crow, this Destruction Sword Intent would be born to break such a monster as you!"

The Dazai remained calm and composed: "Do you still want to be a Golden Crow? If you want to, come to me, and I will make you a legitimate Golden Crow. There is only one Golden Crow in the world, and that is you."

The Golden Crow paused, and behind it, Wangliang already said: "Move aside!"

The Golden Crow took the opportunity to dodge to the side, clearing the battlefield.

One could see Wangliang surrounding from all directions. Compared to Destruction, which was straightforward with intense light and great power, Wangliang was scattered, illusory, and pervasive. Although this would expose it significantly to the Broken Sword Intent, and countless shadows would die before achieving their goal, the remaining shadows were still endless.

These shadows were attacking; although they did not knock countless human figures out of his body like Destruction, the attacks were continuous, occasionally causing a phantom to escape. And these phantoms were immediately shredded by the pitch-black shadows surrounding them.

The black shadows closed in, as if putting a sack on him; those escaping phantoms were like sweat flowing out, absorbed the moment a drop appeared, until he was completely bagged and could never get out again.

At this time, the Broken Trend could still suppress Wangliang. The more effort Wangliang used to strangle the Dazai, the more its own sword intent weakened, but it did not care. It was resisting the great momentum itself, while those shadow swarms that seemed to come from the Void could firmly stick to the Dazai, swearing to stick him to death.

"Let me guess, these people are all lives you have collected; if they don't all die, you won't die? That must be a large number. How much evil have you committed over these years? Among the billions of living beings, how many grievances are on you?"

"But it doesn't matter, I have plenty of shadows, and I have killed countless people too. Let's just drag it out, wearing each other down, and see who can outlast whom? The more you wear down, the happier I am; that solves more trouble for me, and I will be more relaxed later. I just wonder if you are happy?"

Compared to the instant kill of the Golden Crow, the shadow attrition was clearly more effective. The Dazai was still bubbling, but with the pot lid on, one couldn't tell what kind of bubbles he was blowing.

Destruction gradually calmed down from its state of anger and watched this great battle. At this moment, it was time for it to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. Seeing Wangliang staring at the great momentum and the Dazai wearing each other down, some thoughts of being the fisherman reaping the benefits gradually emerged.

Can Wangliang and the monster be wiped out in one go?

Adapting to circumstances—this shouldn't count as an evil thought, right?

However, it was not the only one thinking about adapting to circumstances.

At this moment, the most critical situation was the Dazai's; his methods relied on external objects, and Wangliang was specifically cutting off his connection to the Mountain and River Stele, wanting to suffocate him as a lone Sword Hero.

Not only was Wangliang watching that Mountain and River Stele, but Destruction had the same idea, so it gathered the power for a strike once more—it could be said it was to be the fisherman, but it was more to guard against the Mountain and River Stele.

If the Dazai wanted to mobilize the Mountain and River Stele, Destruction would give it a horizontal strike; although it might not destroy that heavy treasure, it would definitely be able to hinder it. And if the Dazai was distracted by mobilizing external force, there would inevitably be a flaw, and Wangliang would never let this opportunity go; he would die all the same. By then, Destruction might even have to plead for him, sparing his life for the time being, to give him a chance to explain the method of splitting the Sword Spirits.

Although this was two great Sword Deities besieging a Mortal, which did not sound very glorious, it was fine as long as they could win. Moreover, after winning, the connection between Destruction and Wangliang would be severed, so they would no longer have to live and die together; naturally, they would still have to fight another battle, and when only one Sword Deity remained, their word would naturally be law—who would dare to gossip about such a trivial stain?

But the two of them had forgotten one other thing.

Wangliang reached out and pulled the cloak off Dazai's body, then threw it into the Shadow. Because it was pure black, it seemed to have already merged into one with the Shadow.

At this moment, the cloak moved.

The cloak rushed out of the Shadow like a whirlwind, falling from thin air to cover Dazai's body.

This covering also enclosed the countless Shadows that were stuck to his body. But the instant it covered him, the Shadows lost their connection to Wangliang, and beneath the cloak, it became a "black box."

Immediately after, an aura began to climb, and in the blink of an eye, it climbed to a level that even Destruction and Wangliang had to look at with seriousness—

Destruction was secretly surprised:

So, is this cloak actually his Sword Image?

Wangliang had actually not noticed just now?

Suddenly, the cloak lifted, a gale surged, and a punch was thrown—

"Sword Technique—Ten Thousand People One Heart!"

The voices of countless people converged into this one sound, and countless powers converged into this one punch.

That was a power capable of overturning the world!

Boom!

Shadows, intense light, and even the Broken Sword Intent were all shattered under this punch; Dazai, draped in the cloak, charged out of the encirclement and flew away following the momentum of the punch.

This punch struck upward toward the Void. That Void was already covered in scars, and unsurprisingly, another hole appeared.

However, beneath the other wounds, there was only an endless Void, but this particular wound revealed a patch of darkness, and within the darkness, streaks of silver light flickered, as if a Yin He had been struck open.

"Yinglang?" After great shock, Wangliang was overjoyed, "You opened a gap to Yinglang?"

Yinglang was that woman's territory; ever since she had voluntarily severed her connection with the Waijie, it had been difficult for Wangliang to enter—it was not that it could not be opened by brute force, but opening it would inevitably invite an attack from the Ruyi Sword, which was waiting in ease for the exhausted, and he feared unforeseen events; he had not expected Dazai to open it by sheer accident.

Dazai did not care what was behind him and charged in like a cannonball. Seeing that he was still willing to actively walk into a trap, Wangliang laughed even more, "Don't run, where are you going? Follow me!" He then excitedly chased after him and stepped into Yinglang.