Chapter 666

"Thunder!"

A bolt of lightning, thick as a pillar supporting the sky, descended from above, nearly piercing a hole through the empty Yingyuan.

That was Heavenly Thunder summoned by a Sword Technique; compared to natural lightning, it possessed an extra touch of baleful energy and lacked a bit of purity. Besides the main pillar of lightning, countless thunder orbs circled all around, leaping about in disorder like rats scurrying across the ground, bringing the scent of lightning wherever they darted.

This was a powerful Sword Technique, covering both area-of-effect and single-target attacks; it was the most powerful Sword Technique from an unknown sword.

As it descended, Tang Zhao was at the center, the Thunder Light already shining upon his face, the baleful energy imminent.

"Another Celestial State—"

"Jinwu!"

A graceful Jinwu floated in the air; its body was not massive, yet it was exceptionally elegant and mysterious—the most beautiful form of the legendary divine beast—Dancing amidst the lightning. Those bolts of lightning, which seemed born for destruction, could not harm it in the slightest.

Following the Jinwu's Dancing, countless bolts of lightning circled around it, becoming docile, forming their own orbits and rotating according to a pattern, almost becoming satellites orbiting a sun. Those thunder orbs were already strung along the lightning pillar like a halo, resembling it in spirit as well as in form.

Beside the Jinwu, there were already gathered wind, snow, lightning, cold air mixed with dew, withered tree branches... and many other strange things that exist in this world.

It really was going to explode!

He couldn't win the fight, he had just been chased and hacked at by someone, his strategies were being dismantled one by one, and in a moment he would likely take a big hit and perhaps be smothered to death—what else could he do?

Might as well explode first and blow everything to hell!

However...

Heavenly Dao, Human Dao.

This was the Sword Technique that opened the Celestial State, one of the core Sword Techniques of the Jingxing Sword. It was used to restrain all Human Dao attacks, control, incitement, and even rules.

If Wangliang calmed down and smoothed out the emotions that had been stirred up by Tang Zhao one after another, it would undoubtedly be harder to deal with. At the end of the day, Wangliang was Wangliang, a proper Sword Deity. At the very least, it did not fall behind in terms of raw strength; it only appeared passive because it had been led by the nose by Tang Zhao's preemptive strikes.

He saw those tentacles suddenly retract, sucking those swords back into the monster's body as if absorbing jelly.

Would exploding be enough?

In the current situation, what was shattering could not be glass; it could only be... swords.

Except for some...

What was rolling in was not Golden Rain; gold was merely the manifestation of desire, and its Sword Intent was—greed.

As that side refused to give up, another Sword Technique appeared, and a vast expanse of Golden Rain rolled in, covering the sky and earth.

To actually... fall to such a state!

The so-called outer perception of the universe and inner perception of the soul were, in the end, just matter and consciousness.

Seeing Wangliang buried beneath these gorgeous colors, a massive, terrifying aura began to brew below.

Even a deity is the same. If it is not the Heavenly Dao, how can a deity claim to be without desire? In fact, the tiny trace of desire hooked out from within a deity's heart is even more terrifying.

If so, what obstacle could there be in the world?

In the world of gods, the myriad phenomena of nature should also obey the gods.

Could it be that it, too, is actually just an ant?

At this very moment, it had inevitably thought this way; the more it thought, the more stifled it felt, leading to an explosion, and then...

How could one ensure the opponent would definitely die? A simple Yingyuan riot would not work; it hadn't been just one or two riots before, and that kid hadn't died back then. Now that it was clearly greatly strengthened, how would another time result in death?

One must add some ingredients to the explosion.

When there is a change before one's eyes, one must finish the battle quickly!

This fellow Wangliang had... shattered all the swords it had retracted!

But immediately after, he discovered that something was wrong.

"Bustling—"

When the swords were retracted into Wangliang's body, he heard the sound of "Crack!". And it was not just one sound, but one after another, as if someone were frantically smashing glass.

Upon reaching the Sword Hero realm, Sword Images mostly possess some spirituality; where there is spirituality, there is desire, and even without desire, there is instinct. The pursuit of growth is the nature of all spiritual objects; being free of desire is only relative. As long as there is a trace of nature, one cannot escape the judgment of desire.

A sword is inherently idealistic, and the Jinwu Sword is even more so.

The Sword Technique germinates the seeds of greed in the human heart; the most important thought of greed is the desire to seize Qi, causing Qi to desperately pour into oneself, ultimately causing one to burst from being overfilled.

Jinwu leads the attack, governing the Heavenly Dao.

Jingxing leads the defense, restraining the Human Dao.

What could be more idealistic than a deity acting as a Sword Image?

In an instant, the myriad phenomena exploded before his eyes; it was not the foul smoke and miasma of an explosion, but rather like a gorgeous, peerless firework in this world. All destruction and all passing were hidden behind this feast.

These were all Sword Techniques released by the swords held within the tentacles; when they were first released, each was more violent and powerful than the last, but upon encountering the Dancing Jinwu, they had no choice but to quietly and docilely circle around it.

Suddenly, a certain memory point belonging to the previous generation of Wangliang awakened. A concept hidden deep within was grasped by it, and almost as if by divine inspiration, it made a crucial decision.

Under his command, the Dancing Jinwu let out a Chirping and dove toward Wangliang below! It was surrounded by five colors; those winds, snows, grasses, and dews were all its wings. It possessed the Jinwu's own brilliant body, but it also had a tail trailing more gorgeously than a phoenix!

"Explode!"

At least in the Jinwu's worldview, it was so. The Jinwu's worldview is naturally the worldview of the Jinwu Sword; thus, within the Momentum of the Jinwu Sword, everything must operate according to the rules of the world in the Jinwu's heart.

What ingredients to add? What did it have now besides shadows?

There were those swords... should it throw them in and use them as shrapnel? That would be quite sharp...

This was the way Tang Zhao fought now—two swords were enough to face thousands of swords. Because no matter how many swords Wangliang held, they were, after all, swords realized by humans. Although there is no limit to the sword, there is a limit to man. The swords that a man can realize can mostly be categorized into two paths.

"A Sword Technique regarding the human heart."

"Explode!"

"Constant!"

Wangliang was already quite certain in its heart that it had fallen into a quagmire; the more it fought, the more desperate it became, and gradually, the remaining shadows within its heart boiled over like anger and grievance.

Interestingly, in terms of the sun, the Jinwu is the emotional "Human Dao Sun," while Jingxing is the emotionless "Heavenly Dao Sun," yet the war zone they entered was the opposite.

Tang Zhao immediately recognized this, suspending the Jinwu Sword without using force, while simultaneously wielding the Jingxing Sword—

Wangliang wanted to explode, not to commit suicide, but to take this disgusting fellow before it away together. If it could not take him away, it was unwilling to self-destruct in such a wretched manner.

Different suns have different focuses; the Little Golden Crow loves the world and is the center of the world, so it is supported by the Ten Thousand Images, yet it must also be tainted by the rules of the Human Dao, while a star is merely a Tiantai, a powerful one in the boundless universe, possessing not a shred of emotion, unable to command the Ten Thousand Images as a matter of course, yet also insulated from the Human Dao.

Clearly, it also knows that the idea of using the quantity and random combinations of swords to fight the Jinwu Sword has failed miserably, to the point that a great disaster is imminent.

Although a sword cannot be easily damaged, it is certainly no problem with the power of Wangliang, but why would it do this? Is it a fit of incompetent rage, having lost so ignominiously that it vents its anger on these swords?

It would be fine if Wangliang were still in a rage, but Tang Zhao feels vaguely in his heart that it is likely not that simple.

The Ten Thousand Images surrounding the Little Golden Crow were nine times out of ten thrown out by it during the first wave of the storm-like attack; those winds, rains, thunders, and lightnings have become the Mercury and Venus around the Little Golden Crow. Now, they are all blades pressed before his own eyes. And those unexpected, treacherous sneak attacks are ruthlessly neutralized by Tang Zhao's other sword.

"Has it abandoned that chaotic sword style?" Tang Zhao feels a secret chill in his heart; unlike Wangliang, which has been driven mad with anger, he has remained quite clear-headed—this chaotic sword style simply cannot bring out Wangliang's strengths and is a blunder of a move born of confusion. Thanks to Wangliang's repeated cooperation, Tang Zhao has accumulated many advantages.

Tang Zhao may not be able to touch the Heavenly Dao, and he is even less able to fathom the Human Dao, but having these two concepts is enough for him to handle the current battle. Because he happens to have two swords that can kill through both Daos.

This is a very slow sword technique with significant side effects, but it is relatively unsolvable. The main side effect is—while frantically absorbing Qi, the enemy's strength receives a brief boost, making it very easy to get oneself killed by relying on it. Therefore, this sword technique must also be paired with a sword technique suitable for escaping.

Tang Zhao's preparations for the next feast for Wangliang are so ostentatious that it is impossible for Wangliang not to notice.

There is no future in fighting like this!

But it is indeed very useful; it is useful against people, and it is also useful against Sword Images.

The world is bustling, all for the sake of profit; the world is jostling, all for the sake of gain. The sword technique "Bustling and Jostling" is to amplify greed.

Therefore, as sword after sword is swung over there, and one powerful Sword Technique after another is born, they all cannot escape the predetermined fate of being unified around the Little Golden Crow, becoming a part of its halo.

Deities are inherently products of the human heart, the center of an objectively idealistic world.

Although the quantity is insufficient, it can barely be considered Ten Thousand Images.

The Ten Thousand Images in the world were originally born from the sun and should also support the sun.

Of course, by comparison, the Jingxing Sword is merely relying on its special natural properties for immunity and can only be used for desperate defense, while the Little Golden Crow is accumulating a winning, or even fatal, ultimate move.

It is Wangliang, the second-generation Wangliang! The first-generation Wangliang was so powerful, yet it was sucked dry and annexed alive by it; two such formidable Little Golden Crows were forced to commit suicide by it; it should be invincible! How could it be reduced to such a miserable state?

Could it be that it is not strong?

Even if it is not strong, could it be inferior to that brat who fights with both hands? That is a Mortal like an ant!

Could it be that the Ten Thousand Images surrounding the Little Golden Crow now are just for show? Those Ten Thousand Images and myriad things all originate from dangerous Sword Techniques; they rotate around the Little Golden Crow, appearing docile, but the Little Golden Crow is merely harboring them, and when they are released against an enemy in the future, what a feast that will be!

However, Wangliang can search for knowledge points from the previous generation of Wangliang in its memory, but Tang Zhao has nothing to search; he does not know what this means, so he cannot figure it out no matter what.

Another explosion erupted, and the incomparably powerful Shadow power burst out in all directions, with countless air waves rushing toward the surroundings.

Most of the air waves and Shadows were buried in the colorful brilliance, but some things were able to penetrate everything, and silently—Tang Zhao could neither see them nor be aware of them—

That was the most terrifying shrapnel...

And it was the kind he was most familiar with!