Chapter 734: The Final Battle, Part Two (Massive Chapter—Thank You, Patron Dushi Z Heimao)

In an instant, Xiang Little Wei Yuan and Yin Ren exchanged seventeen blows; Xiang Little Wei Yuan bore seventeen wounds, none of his parries or dodges succeeded, and he landed not a single cut on his opponent.

Yin Ren, meanwhile, missed seventeen times, striking no vital point, only extinguishing several thousand strands of blue qi.

Xiang Little Wei Yuan fought in utter frustration—his opponent could not be locked onto, and at the moment of attack, his speed surged beyond Xiang Little Wei Yuan's capacity to react; he might as well have stood frozen while being slashed at.

After being struck seventeen times, Xiang Little Wei Yuan finally saw the truth: Yin Ren was not inherently fast, but at the instant of attack, the flow of time around his body seemed to accelerate, allowing him to move impossibly fast—even surpassing the limit of speed itself.

Fortunately, though Yin Ren was a Yu Jing, his power was suppressed by the full weight of human civilization to less than half his peak, or else he might have killed Xiang Little Wei Yuan with only seven or eight hundred strikes.

As the eighteenth strike came, Xiang Little Wei Yuan wielded his blade like a sword, thrusting it Xucha into the nonexistent ground before him; as the blade descended, Yin Ren's long knife swept through at that exact moment, striking Qiyue and unleashing a dragon's roar that shook a thousand li.

He actually blocked it? Xiang Little Wei Yuan could not help but reassess the Wan Shi Qian Qiu Sword.

He turned his blade into a sword, immediately sheathed it, stepped forward, and spun—unleashing his ultimate killing technique: Four Barbarians Swept Clean. But before he could raise the blade above his head, Yin Ren had broken lock-on and moved a hundred zhang away.

Xiang Little Wei Yuan knew this was due to the vast gap in cultivation base; even Wan Shi Qian Qiu Sword, which should have struck true at the same realm, had missed. He did not lose heart—having finally forced Yin Ren back, he seized this chance to land a devastating blow.

A beam of light descended upon Yin Ren, and instantly metallic luster surfaced across his body. This was the array set by Langya Divine Wood, eroding Yin Ren's magical body inside and out with the true intent of Metal.

Yin Ren suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently; when he looked at his palm, minuscule metallic particles appeared in the blood. These particles were not only in his blood, but throughout his entire body. Every movement he made sent needle-like pain across his entire frame.

He poured all his magic power into resisting the Metal true intent, dissolving the metallic particles transformed from his flesh and blood—his magic power weakened further, and his movements slowed by one-tenth.

Yin Ren was slightly surprised, giving Xiang Little Wei Yuan a deep look, and said: "Three consecutive great curses, all of such high rank that even I cannot resist—your world truly holds many immortal artifacts. Lei Ling is fortunate."

For a cultivator of Yin Ren's level, such persistent curses from a Law-Form cultivator would normally fail to take effect. But now all three curses succeeded, meaning the caster's rank surpassed Yin Ren's—there was only one possibility left: immortal artifacts.

Before Yin Ren finished speaking, he appeared beside Xiang Little Wei Yuan, his short dagger reversed, slicing through the air and landing again on Xiang Little Wei Yuan's upright demon blade, Qiyue. This strike, too, was blocked by Wan Shi Zhong Yan.

Xiang Little Wei Yuan's spirit lifted—he clearly noticed Yin Ren's movements had grown slightly sluggish and uncoordinated. Though the difference was minute, compared to his former flawless self, Yin Ren was no longer perfect, no longer invincible.

Another thread of fire descended from heaven, striking Yin Ren—another curse he could not defend against, burning his inner and outer magical body. But this was not karmic fire; it was pure flame from the Flame God Flower, capable of melting metal and dissolving iron.

The blazing fire burned away the previous Metal true intent, and under the agony of being consumed, Yin Ren's killing intent surged, his movements becoming impossibly fast—he slashed away three thousand of Xiang Little Wei Yuan's fortune, and even Wan Shi Zhong Yan could not block it!

Xiang Little Wei Yuan immediately halted the flame and reapplied the Metal true intent, finally regaining control over Yin Ren.

Yin Ren's eyes brightened: "Fourth immortal artifact!"

Xiang Little Wei Yuan gritted his teeth—Yin Ren was too terrifying. He no longer held back, revealing his final card: a curse from the sapling of Jianmu descended upon Yin Ren; his face instantly flushed green, his movements stiffened and slowed—by thirty percent.

Yin Ren was deeply astonished: "Is this place some immortal's private treasury?"

As he spoke, several of his eyebrows suddenly grew rapidly. Yin Ren said nothing, plucking them away. Xiang Little Wei Yuan's mind stirred: the Jianmu sapling stood alone on a desolate island, with no human aid to set up an array; its curse relied solely on its own power, equivalent in magical scale to an immortal plant plus a ten-thousand-man array.

But its immortal power had the effect of stimulating all life—now that Yin Ren was cursed, hundreds of thousands of points within his body were growing wildly, driven by instinct.

To Yin Ren, this was pure chaos—if unchecked, he would eventually become a shapeless pile of rotting flesh. Yet this growth force was exceedingly hard to resist, for it did not directly attack his body but accelerated its own growth; his magic power could not counter or purge it on its own—he could only suppress the Jianmu's Wood life force and remove excess tissue through spiritual sense.

Seeing the Wood life force work better than expected, Xiang Little Wei Yuan's mind stirred—he had something even more potent for growth!

In an instant, a brilliant phoenix flame descended from heaven. Upon contact with the Jianmu's Wood life force, it exploded—on Yin Ren's face, several fleshy lumps appeared, each writhing with something inside, swelling rapidly.

The phoenix flame's effect surpassed even Xiang Little Wei Yuan's imagination—if this continued, Yin Ren would not last half an hour unless he retreated.

At this point, Xiang Little Wei Yuan still had the Immortal Orchid and the Moon-Cinnamon Tree unused—he saw no need to use them now.

Yin Ren slashed off the fleshy growths on his face and body, but they regrew immediately. He frowned slightly, then smiled calmly: "Time is up. Then die!"

At this moment, Yin Ren bore fifteen curses, with one hundred fifty thousand mortals behind him continuously casting spells—his speed had dropped to less than one-tenth of his original, and his internal body was a mess, everywhere crawling with uncontrolled flesh growth.

By now, Xiang Little Wei Yuan was no longer in a hurry—he circled, waiting for the right moment, preparing to slowly burn his opponent to death with the unquenchable karmic fire. He never struck unless he unleashed Four Barbarians Swept Clean, forcing Yin Ren to dodge—actually using this devastating technique to buy time.

Yin Ren slashed at Xiang Little Wei Yuan several more times, same as before—all evaded by fortune. Both sides fell into stalemate.

Xiang Little Wei Yuan unleashed Four Barbarians Swept Clean again, expecting another miss—but this time, he unexpectedly locked onto Yin Ren. Yin Ren desperately dodged, but still took the blow on his shoulder; the immense power of the strike nearly severed his entire arm and shoulder!

Yet as the strike landed, Xiang Little Wei Yuan felt no joy—only a chilling sense of danger, his entire body freezing, a premonition of imminent death!

Yin Ren grinned, his fangs glinting coldly: "Now you have no fortune to protect you!"

Yin Ren still stood in place, but Xiang Little Wei Yuan knew—he had already moved! In an interval shorter than a blink, he vanished and reappeared; ordinary Law-Form spiritual sense could not perceive it.

When he reappeared, both his long and short blades had pierced Xiang Little Wei Yuan's body—this time, fortune failed to act.

Yin Ren had used his clan's secret technique, and Xiang Little Wei Yuan's celestial fortune and purple qi had been given to the girl Yin Yang; he now possessed only blue qi. This secret technique was of extremely high rank—finally, the blue qi was suppressed, and Xiang Little Wei Yuan took two solid blows.

Having struck, Yin Ren did not vanish immediately. He glanced around, murmuring: "Still some time left. I'll need to kill a few more immortal artifacts—otherwise Lei Ling won't claim this world. Hmm, first kill that bald monk who summoned the karmic fire!"

At this moment, Xiang Little Wei Yuan was completely immobilized, his primordial spirit utterly silent, his consciousness hanging like a needle on a blade!

Yin Ren suddenly withdrew his blades—Xiang Little Wei Yuan's body remained unharmed, but the blade tips now held a transparent human shape: Xiang Little Wei Yuan's soul, pulled straight from his body!

In an instant, all of human civilization turned a deep crimson; all living beings went berserk, the sea surged again, countless creatures large and small rushed desperately toward the battlefield.

Yin Ren's face changed—this reaction from the world took him utterly by surprise. Why, upon this man's death, did all life in the world go mad? If so, would he have to kill every living thing in the world to claim it? But what difference would there be between this world and his own, if it became a dead wasteland?

Yin Ren's thoughts flashed—he suddenly considered a possibility: Could this world belong to this man himself, rather than being granted by an immortal?

That was impossible—it defied all logic!

At that moment, Yin Ren's face changed again—the girl Yin Yang appeared behind him, holding Feiye Zhuxian Sword, slashing down!

Yin Ren flung his blades, hurling Xiang Little Wei Yuan's soul skyward, then spun to block Yin Yang's sword.

Xiang Little Wei Yuan's soul had left his body—he could not return, and even without a finishing blow, he was certain to die. So Yin Ren ignored Xiang Little Wei Yuan and focused entirely on this unprecedented foe, Yin Yang.

Blade met sword—Yin Ren shuddered violently, every wound erupted with flesh and blood, and he was flung backward!

Yin Yang struck twice more in an instant, forcing Yin Ren to stagger back, sliding a hundred zhang in an instant—but he managed to block all three strikes.

Yet Yin Yang switched to two-handed grip; from afar, a white-gold light streaked with crimson fell upon her sword—Feiye Zhuxian Sword instantly lengthened by a foot, its aura surging, causing Yin Ren's blades to hum in protest.

Yin Yang attacked furiously, crimson blades leaving glowing trails in the air, wrapping around Yin Ren. In an instant, she struck seven times, finally shattering his defense—the eighth thrust pierced his lower back, extinguishing his remaining life.

At that moment, Yin Ren suddenly saw the sky—now full moon overhead—when a colossal three-eyed bird head emerged from the moon, seized Xiang Little Wei Yuan's soul, and shoved it back into his body.

This is useless… for some reason, Yin Ren wanted to say those words. But then he saw the bird head spew a stream of dark Lu Xuan black energy onto Xiang Little Wei Yuan!

If it were Xiang Little Wei Yuan, he would recognize it as celestial fortune. But Yin Ren wanted to scream: World Origin! If their world could possess such World Origin…

But he could no longer make a sound—he could only watch as his body turned to silver sand, scattered by the wind.

In his final moment, he saw Lei Ling—the warrior whose entire body radiated golden light, still fearless despite being surrounded by Long Ying, Long Wei, and multiple Law-Form cultivators.

At that moment, beneath her feet, a colossal seven-colored sword lotus bloomed, then slowly closed. Within the lotus bud, golden vitality steadily declined—but when it dropped past half, countless pale-gold rays burst forth, shattering the lotus!

Lei Ling stepped out from a pile of immortal swords, every hair on her body glowing. Yet the instant she escaped death and returned to life, a crimson sword qi swept across her body, igniting roaring crimson lotus karmic fire that burned her in agony.

Finally, a blue-haired woman appeared, wielding a short sword, silently stabbing her in the back, then twisting it violently, shredding everything within her!

In Yin Ren's petrified eyes, a few grains of sand rolled out.

Lei Ling…

It seemed as if every person, every living being, heard that name in their heart—and sighed.

Xiang Little Wei Yuan shivered, slowly opening his eyes.

The blue-haired woman, seeing him awake, seemed startled, immediately loosening her grip on the sword and stepping back, clutching her chest.

The Moon-Cinnamon Tree did not understand why Bing Li had gone mad—it fired two more sword qi, instantly crossing a thousand li, piercing through Lei Ling's corpse. Lei Ling showed no reaction; her body fell into the sea. The Moon-Cinnamon Sword retracted its qi—these two strikes yielded no heavenly reward, merely desecrating the corpse, proving Lei Ling was truly dead.

Xiang Little Wei Yuan was now bewildered—he looked around; everything seemed unchanged, as if he had merely lost consciousness for a moment. But he knew—he had truly died once. The signs of collapse in human civilization had appeared, and all life bound to it had gone mad.

Xiang Little Wei Yuan had never expected that Yin Ren's final, life-sacrificing strike was so high in rank—it could completely suppress human fortune and directly attack the soul. Had he not been within human civilization, had the moon's shadow not saved him, he would have truly died.

The world is vast, heavens countless, extraordinary beings and abilities innumerable. Now Xiang Little Wei Yuan finally understood why, despite the silver-haired woman's advantage of being backed by an immortal, she chose a substitute corpse instead.

At this moment, a sliver of immortal light descended upon the girl Yin Yang, concealing her aura and erasing all karmic traces from a past period of time.

"Thank you, Tinghai Xianjun!" Xiang Little Wei Yuan had barely finished his bow when a thought struck him—he had no time to think deeply, and shouted to the heavens: "Tinghai Xianjun, aid me!"

Suddenly, a small jade hoe and three silver nails flew from the void, and the voice of Yan Shi Tinghai Xianjun echoed: "I can buy you one hour. Go find treasure mines—the land within a hundred li around the nails can be dug up with the hoe and kept in your mind realm."

Xiang Little Wei Yuan seized the hoe and nails, summoned every warrior still able to move, and charged straight toward another world, ignoring Lei Ling's corpse, forgetting he had just died and been revived.

After all, the corpse couldn't run if it fell into the sea—but in the new world, treasure hunting had only one hour!

Above the Immortal Heaven, the two Immortals of Beiliao watched the pale-blue star begin to fade, both stunned. Before they could react, a fishing line descended, firmly hooking the pale-blue star. Yan Shi Master Fenhai Zhenjun's enormous face appeared in the Immortal Heaven, stretching from the dome above to the abyss below, grinning brilliantly.

(End of Chapter)