The incident happened in the blink of an eye. By the time Master Lu understood what was happening, everything before him had already fallen into utter silence.
Above the area of ten or so miles surrounding the Shrunken Immortal-Slaughtering Sword Formation, chaos had reached its peak. There was no more stray energy, no more substances, and even the sense of time and space seemed to vanish, as if everything had frozen solid, resembling absolute stillness.
Its edges continued absorbing nearby energy and matter, spreading the chaos further, as if it could persist indefinitely until reaching the ultimate end.
As soon as this state emerged, the heavens and earth underwent a tremendous transformation, as if rejecting and abhorring it. The void split open, and the primordial energy sea surged, seemingly attempting to refill and erase it, preventing further spread.
In Master Lu’s eyes was confusion and sorrow. He could not understand why Daoist Chonghe had made such a choice. At most, he could have held on for another cup of tea’s time; G’eldo would have approached his limit, while he himself had not yet fallen into a desperate situation.
At that moment, nine Daoist marks flew out from the stillness, flashing with phenomena like fire, thunder, and primordial void. They circled around a long-handled axe, forming various mysterious combinations.
Silently, the axe struggled to cleave through the stillness, carrying G’eldo’s incomplete and unconscious divine body, swiftly fleeing northward.
Master Lu’s eyes remained resolute. Holding his long sword, he closely pursued, occasionally launching distant strikes or drawing near for close combat. His movements were subtle and varied, repeatedly clashing with the axe light, producing a series of metallic clangs.
One fled, one chased; one wielded an axe, the other pursued. They plunged deep into the grasslands, flew past them, and below was already a landscape of snow-covered plains and evergreen trees.
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Before Su Wuming floated fragments of the Haotian Mirror, reflecting various scenes of different worlds around him. These worlds included boundless universes and floating continents, overlapping yet clearly distinct, not interfering with each other. The Sword-Washing Pavilion had turned dim and shadowy, with occasional flashes of light and shadow.
The scenes within these universes and worlds changed rapidly, quickly focusing on a single figure.
Beside a vast, misty lake, a swordsman sat quietly at the cliff’s edge, gazing at the rippling waves, his eyes seemingly intoxicated. His right hand gently strummed his sword. Suddenly, realization dawned in his eyes, and his figure exuded a sense of etherealness as he softly laughed, “So I am Su Wuming.”
On a snow-covered mountaintop, a man in green robes inhaled the essence of sun and moon, refining his life-bound flying sword. A green light circled around him, swift as a startled rainbow and graceful as a swimming dragon. Suddenly, he withdrew his sword, lightly patted the snow beside him, and his figure seemed to connect with some unknown height, as he sighed, “So I am Su Wuming.”
The swordsman wore white robes, aloof and indifferent, his eyes and hands solely fixed on the sword, transcendent like a deity. Suddenly, he lifted his head, gazing upward as if looking at someone. His body gently swayed with the wind, lofty and detached, quietly murmuring:
“So I am Su Wuming.”
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“So I am Su Wuming!”
Invisible and mysterious connections extended from these universes and worlds, flowing into the body of Su Wuming, who wore green robes and exuded coldness.
His form began to expand, with countless sword energies emerging from the void, demonstrating a myriad of sword techniques. They manifested diverse natures—swords of blazing fire, swords of dark water, swords of emptiness, swords of ruthlessness, and swords of slaughter.
Sword qi crisscrossed, and behind Su Wuming appeared a “Supreme Dao Body Manifestation” with a calm gaze. It bore the exact same appearance as Su Wuming but appeared more distant and ethereal, encompassing all kinds of laws and sword qi, as if overlooking all beings and things in the world, impartial and unbiased.
The “Supreme Dao Body Manifestation” took a step forward, overlapping with Su Wuming’s physical body and soul. Sword qi poured in, inch by inch fusing them together.
This process was extremely fast, without resistance or blockage, as if Su Wuming had accumulated deeply, even encountering no bottlenecks.
With a thunderous boom, Jiang Zhiwei’s vision blurred as she felt the sword intent pierce through her body. When she looked again, Su Wuming was the Supreme Dao Body, and the Supreme Dao Body was Su Wuming.
As these mysterious connections entangled, Su Wuming’s green-robed image expanded again, reaching over thirty feet tall. Standing there, he gave Jiang Zhiwei the feeling of not being present at all, towering above like the Ninth Heaven, overlooking mountains and rivers across countless universes, omnipresent and all-encompassing.
It was only at this moment that an anomaly appeared in the sky. The void split open, and a chaotic, indistinct bolt of lightning, as if capable of freezing all things, struck down with a thunderous roar.
The heavens and earth seemed to freeze. The lightning instantly traversed vast distances, striking Su Wuming.
Su Wuming drew his sword, unleashing a pure and refined beam of sword light, devoid of any embellishment.
Boom!
Jiang Zhiwei’s ears went deaf, her soul vibrating, her vision filled with blinding white light. When she could see again, both the chaotic thunder and her master were gone.
Instinctively, she looked up and saw her master at an unfathomable height, like the true Ninth Heaven, ethereal and omnipresent.
Su Wuming’s expression remained calm as he raised his sword, unleashing a brilliant sword beam like a startled swan, slicing downward.
The great Asura Monarch Montan, with three heads and six arms, circled around the Sword-Washing Pavilion, intending to penetrate deeper into the fertile heartland of the Great Jin. Suddenly, he felt a shift, looked up, and saw Su Wuming and the divine sword from beyond the heavens.
As the sword beam descended, the great Asura fearlessly met it with his crimson spear.
But at that moment, he noticed sword beams attacking from all directions—no self, no other, no past, no future.
What was happening? Could Su Wuming truly be everywhere?
Montan was startled. His three heads and six arms simultaneously launched attacks—fire pearls, black lotuses, blades, and spears swirling like whirlwinds to defend himself.
He had no intention of seizing an advantage in the chaos. Seeing Su Wuming’s strange state, he had already decided to retreat. After blocking the sword beams, he immediately activated a life-saving technique, vanishing tens of thousands of miles away.
Above a desolate mountain range, Montan reappeared, believing he had escaped Su Wuming and attempting to catch his breath. Suddenly, his pupils contracted as another sword beam from above sliced through the future!
Su Wuming still loomed high above, unmoving, as if he had always been waiting there.
After barely blocking another round of attacks, Montan, with no choice, activated a precious talisman. The void split open, and his three-headed, six-armed true form fled far away, reappearing over the vast sea, far from the Great Jin.
At this moment, he once again saw a pure and untainted sword light, free from any worldly distractions or sensations, descending from the heavens. Su Wuming’s expression was serene, his eyes brimming with the vicissitudes of time, as he gazed down upon him from above.
Could he still keep up? Could he not escape even now?
A chill crept into Montan’s heart as he could only fight while retreating.
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At the same time, at the border between the Great Jin and the Southern Wilderness, Kong Wen and Tai Li, the Ferrying Dharma King and the Kui Bull Demon King, and the Blood Sea Rakshasa and Yun He were locked in fierce battle.
Tai Li was heavily wounded but gradually stabilized the situation using his Five-Color Divine Light and the Demon Saint Spear. Kong Wen’s self-sacrificing effects were beginning to fade.
In the latter two pairs, the Ferrying Dharma King held the advantage but could not decisively win or prevent the Kui Bull Demon King from escaping. The Blood Sea Rakshasa and Yun He were evenly matched.
Suddenly, a brilliant sword beam slashed down from the sky, connecting heaven and earth, eternal and indifferent. It split into two, then into four, striking Tai Li, the Ferrying Dharma King, the Kui Bull Demon King, and the Blood Sea Rakshasa with an emotionless demeanor—manifesting the Supreme Forgetful Emotion.
The four Law Bodies were unexpectedly attacked, momentarily thrown into disarray. As they looked up, they saw Su Wuming, clad in green robes, floating at an unfathomable height, wielding sword techniques recorded in the “Supreme Sword Sutra.”
Had he ascended to Law Body? Had he come to assist so quickly? Had he abandoned pursuit of the great Asura Monarch Montan?
The four sword radiances were all formidable. Su Wuming instantly seized control of the battlefield, his sword beams appearing omnipresent. Tai Li and the Blood Sea Rakshasa, already engaged with Kong Wen and Yun He, were abruptly thrown into disarray. The Kui Bull Demon King and the Ferrying Dharma King, moving in perfect sync, unleashed thunderous strikes, traversing the void as each intercepted a sword beam before charging straight toward Su Wuming.
The Kui Bull Demon King flew higher and higher but could never approach Su Wuming. As he grew anxious, a chill ran down his back as a sword beam pierced through dozens of miles of thunderous forest, stabbing into his back.
In his perception, another Su Wuming had appeared behind him, as if he had always been there.
The Ferrying Dharma King froze, his eyes revealing fear as he blurted out:
“A legend!”
Without hesitation, he vanished into the void, fleeing in panic, yet feeling a sharp pain in his back—as if Su Wuming were always right behind him, ever present.
The Ferrying Dharma King’s intuition was correct. A sword beam slashed toward him, nearly impaling him. Yet in his vision, Su Wuming appeared high above in an unfathomable location ahead!
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The great Asura Monarch Montan, fighting while retreating, had already approached the Asura Temple. After several exchanges, he gradually discerned some patterns. When Su Wuming launched a sword strike at him, there was a brief moment when he lost that untouchable, unapproachable sensation of being at an unfathomable height, making him vulnerable to attack.
However, Montan dared not take risks. He endured a sword strike and fled into the Asura Temple, activating layers of forbidden techniques.
As his feet touched the ground, he was just marveling at Su Wuming’s strange state when suddenly a sword beam swept toward him.
Were the forbidden techniques ineffective? Was Su Wuming truly omnipresent?
Montan was already nearing exhaustion, his body wounded. With no time to dodge, he raised his sword, hurling a pearl of dark flame to resist.
The sword beam curved elegantly, and two of Montan’s heads and three of his arms fell.
The agony drove him into a furious scream. Seizing the moment Su Wuming launched his sword strike, he unleashed his black lotus, releasing profound, dark, and shadowy flames. Simultaneously, layers of forbidden spells bound Su Wuming’s Law Body, leaving him with little room to evade.
The flames silently engulfed Su Wuming, burning him without a sound.
Su Wuming’s Law Body was consumed, his aura rapidly fading, perishing on the spot.
Before Montan could even react, the void trembled, and a composed, handsome man in green robes emerged. His sword gleamed with selfless brilliance as it struck straight toward Montan’s forehead—it was Su Wuming once more!
With a “plop,” the sword pierced Montan’s forehead. He looked disbelievingly at the fatal wound before collapsing, his Law Body devoid of life.
Deceased: Montan.
Identity: Great Asura Monarch, a high-ranking figure on the Celestial List, the presiding deity of the Asura Temple, and the ruler of the Western Regions.
Appearance at death: Two heads and three arms severed, the final head pierced through the forehead, lying within layers of protective barriers.
Cause of death: Sword intent shredding his vitality.
Perpetrator: “The Divine Sword from Beyond the Heavens”—Su Wuming.
In a single moment, he ascended to the Celestial List, slaying a Law Body with his divine sword!
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The Dharma King of Crossing was relentlessly assaulted by sword beams from every direction—front, back, left, right, above, and below—being slashed in a most wretched state. He longed to counterattack Su Wuming but couldn’t reach him, resembling a stray dog. Were it not for his mastery of the Void Path, he would have already been wounded.
Clenching his teeth, he activated a talisman. A surge of light erupted, wrapping around his body as he soared toward an unknown realm beyond this world, vanishing in an instant.
The surroundings were vast and chaotic, yet peaceful and serene. As the Ferryman of Dharma stepped into this “Void Homeland,” he finally let out a sigh of relief, certain that Su Wuming could no longer follow him here.
“How could there be such a thing as an instant legend! No, it must only possess the attacking power of a human immortal, and it seems unable to last…” The Ferrying Dharma King slightly furrowed his brows.
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