A brutal battle, a fierce duel, was unfolding beyond the borders.
Boom!
Beyond the domain, a figure was sent flying backward, drenched in blood that scattered like crimson rain, filling the sky with a ghastly brilliance. The blood fell like a deluge, causing celestial bodies to crumble and collapse.
In this region, the remnants of shattered stars and meteors littered the void, countless celestial bodies blasted apart in dazzling explosions like fireworks.
The mighty warriors of the Imperial Pass clashed with the supreme beings of the foreign realm in a battle of unparalleled agony.
First, the foreign realm’s supreme beings were exceptionally powerful, each a formidable adversary. Second, their numbers far surpassed those of the Imperial Pass—like a pack of wolves encircling their prey, their killing intent overwhelming.
Under the starry sky, one of the Imperial Pass’s supreme beings was sent hurtling through the void, pursued relentlessly. An enemy wielding a divine staff struck with a thunderous impact, causing blood to bloom in the darkness.
The supreme being suffered grievous wounds, his body riddled with cracks. Parts of him, like his shoulder blades, had exploded, leaving his flesh mangled and his physique severely damaged.
“The Imperial Pass is doomed to fall today!”
“Before that, all of its human-path pinnacle experts will perish first!”
These were the cold words of the foreign realm’s supreme beings, declaring their resolve and revealing their merciless cruelty. They would grant no quarter to the beings of the Imperial Pass.
Blood splattered as the supreme being from the Nine Heavens, struck by the divine staff, suffered yet another fatal blow—a radiant blue spear shot from the darkness, piercing through his body with a sickening sound.
The spear’s brilliance dispelled the darkness, its razor-sharp tip emerging from the other side of the supreme being’s torso.
“Ah—!” The supreme being roared in agony. He had no means of escape, for this region was swarming with enemies. At least two or three had been restraining him moments before.
Bound by chains of law, sealed in place by joint efforts, his body shackled, traversing the void had become nearly impossible. Thus, he could not evade the fatal strike.
Thud!
Then, a gleaming longsword descended, severing his head and extinguishing his divine soul. A supreme being had fallen.
The pinnacle experts of the Imperial Pass were all in dire straits, hunted down and trapped in perilous situations, where death could strike at any moment.
Meng Tianzheng was formidable, but now he was being intercepted. A supreme being from the Imperial Clan had personally stepped in, aided by other powerful warriors, seeking to seal him beneath the starry sky.
Originally, Meng Tianzheng’s divine arrows had shaken the heavens, slaying foes one after another and causing widespread terror. But now, he was restrained, his situation precarious.
“You are strong, but what use is that? Can you defy the heavens under these stars?” the Imperial Clan supreme being said coldly.
“Activate the formation! Refine him!” he commanded.
Around them, great banners unfurled—some earthen yellow, blazing with flames; others pitch-black, shrouded in mist; still others crimson, reeking of blood.
The banners fluttered violently, their movements shaking the very stars, causing them to crumble in a terrifying spectacle.
Beams of light shot forth from the banners, streaking toward Meng Tianzheng under the starry sky, transforming into chains of order to suppress and seal him.
No matter how strong Meng Tianzheng was, surrounded by supreme beings and trapped within the formation, he was powerless. He could only watch helplessly as the Imperial Pass’s warriors fell one by one, unable to intervene.
“Suppress him! Seal him beneath the stars!” The Imperial Clan warrior took action himself, summoning others to further immobilize Meng Tianzheng.
It was a testament to Meng Tianzheng’s strength that even the proud Imperial Clan sought assistance to seal him. Such a feat would surely shake the world if word spread.
But in the present moment, it meant nothing. No matter how glorious, death here would render it meaningless. Meng Tianzheng’s might was undeniable, but if he fell, all would be for naught.
Now, the most urgent task was to slay the enemy, to annihilate all opposing forces.
“Kill!”
The situation was dire. In the distance, another supreme being let out a mournful roar—a warrior of the Nine Heavens, now cornered and on the verge of collapse.
Boom!
Finally, he exploded in the void, smashed into a bloody mist by a spiked club. His shattered bones scattered in all directions, staining the sky crimson.
How could this be? On the walls of the Imperial Pass, the onlookers’ eyes burned with fury as they watched the battle beyond the borders through bone mirrors suspended in midair.
A chill ran through everyone’s bodies. The last vestiges of hope in their hearts vanished. It was clear—the Imperial Pass was losing, on the brink of total defeat.
If the supreme beings could not hold, the next target would be the Imperial Pass itself. Once breached, rivers of blood would flow, and mountains of corpses would pile high.
In the starry void, the battle raged on.
Supreme blood splattered from time to time, dimming and destroying the great stars it touched.
Among the Imperial Pass’s cultivators, one of the few bright spots was Wang Changsheng, who was overwhelming his opponent, holding the absolute upper hand.
“Hmm? Kill him!” someone from the foreign realm noticed and swiftly moved to reinforce.
Two powerful warriors closed in from front and back, their gale-force winds tearing through the heavens, a terrifying sight to behold.
Wang Changsheng appeared delicate, his youthful face making him seem no older than sixteen or seventeen. Yet, he was undeniably fearsome and deadly.
The outcome of the battle was unexpected. Under the assault of two supreme beings, he unleashed a peerless technique, erupting in dazzling brilliance!
From between his brows flew a sword embryo, shimmering with dark light, forged from his divine soul—indestructible and unstoppable. In an instant, it cleaved through the heavens!
Thud!
The strike was sudden and devastating, unstoppable as it shattered all in its path.
One of the supreme beings facing him had his skull split open, his divine soul extinguished. Blood rained down as his corpse plummeted through the void.
The other warrior behind him was stunned. They had attacked together, yet one had already fallen?
His body tensed, his heart filled with dread. He realized his own peril—his movements had suddenly become sluggish, as if sealed.
Thud!
The black sword embryo shot forth, cleaving him in two, annihilating his divine soul completely.
This battle shocked all who witnessed it. The foreign realm’s warriors turned their gazes in astonishment.
“The Pacification Sword Art!” someone cried out.
It was a name that demanded awe—one of the three greatest sword arts of antiquity, renowned as one of the deadliest techniques!
The ancient era had been fraught with turmoil, marked by clashes with the foreign realm.
During the mid-ancient era, a wielder of the Pacification Sword Art had struck down an Immortal King of the foreign realm, halting their probing assault and leaving an indelible mark on history.
Alas, after that battle, the wielder had succumbed to grievous injuries.
“So, it truly is the Pacification Sword Art—the technique that slew an Immortal King. Now, you will pay with your life!” a voice growled as a foreign supreme being charged forth.
The Pacification Sword Art’s reputation was too great, having shaken the ancient era to its core.
Wang Changsheng fought desperately, for the foreign realm had made its stance clear—to exterminate all of the Imperial Pass’s supreme beings, decimate its leadership, and breach its defenses.
“Roar!”
Wang Changsheng bellowed, his hair whipping wildly. Despite his youthful appearance, his eyes burned with unmatched ferocity. The black sword embryo hovered before his brow, pulsing with power.
“Kill!”
A bloody battle erupted as Wang Changsheng fought with everything he had.
None dared underestimate him. His prowess was beyond doubt, for he had once rivaled Meng Tianzheng, standing as his equal throughout their era.
When these two were mentioned, they were often spoken of in the same breath—peerless heroes, unmatched in valor.
Some believed, however, that Meng Tianzheng’s vitality had waned with age, while Wang Changsheng’s potential remained vast.
For Wang Changsheng was truly extraordinary. His youthful appearance was not an illusion—he had undergone nirvana, rebirthing himself to reclaim half a lifetime.
He had come within a hair’s breadth of gaining an entire second life!
This nirvana was a process of rejuvenation, restoring both body and mind to their prime.
Without ascending to immortality, true longevity was impossible. Having lived since the dawn of the epoch, their original lifespans had neared their end, necessitating a second life.
But since ancient times, how many had achieved this? Fewer than the rarest of phoenix feathers—almost unheard of!
Others lamented Meng Tianzheng’s fate, believing he had once stood unrivaled, unstoppable in his prime. Yet, his insistence on forging a human-path cultivation had led to a mishap, leaving him half-crippled and hindering his potential.
A fractured path affected one’s entire destiny!
Otherwise, many believed Meng Tianzheng would have been even more terrifying, his heights unimaginable.
“Kill!”
Wang Changsheng roared, his black sword embryo—no longer than a palm—unstoppable as it cleaved through all obstacles.
Thud!
Even while surrounded, he slew another supreme being, his sword stained with blood, shaking the starry void.
Wang Changsheng’s rampage drew the ire of all the foreign realm’s supreme beings.
“The Pacification Sword Art—such distant memories. It once slew one of our kings. This ill-omened legacy must be eradicated!”
The Imperial Clan was roused. The same member who had slain Tuogu Yulong’s ancestor now strode leisurely through the void, advancing toward Wang Changsheng.
Behind him, other supreme beings followed, intent on crushing Wang Changsheng.
“The Pacification Sword Art shall pacify no more!” the Imperial Clan warrior declared, his pupils dark and cold as he launched his assault.
Boom!
A cataclysmic battle erupted. The fury of the Imperial Clan shook heaven and earth. Wang Changsheng’s relentless slaughter had provoked an overwhelming desire for his annihilation.
The foreign realm’s supreme beings closed in, determined to end him once and for all.
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