The Sword Immortal Sect possessed many profound mystical techniques, and once again, Tian Fan was witnessing their power firsthand.
Duan Yanqing’s black demonic sword radiated ominous black light, and each clash sent chills down Tian Fan’s spine, as though he had fallen into an icy abyss.
Lu Dongbin’s crimson greatsword was even more terrifying. Boundless flames spread across its blade, with fire lotuses blooming in the air, burning fiercely, as if intending to incinerate everything in the vicinity.
At this moment, the scene before Tian Fan’s eyes had transformed completely. He was no longer in the desolate wilderness but found himself in a strange world—a blood-red land where everything was shrouded in an eerie crimson mist, obscuring his vision.
Boom!
Although shocked, Tian Fan had no time to ponder. The Five Elements Seal emerged, emitting a faint silver glow that blocked the two’s bizarre techniques. Simultaneously, he formed the “Suppression” hand seal, summoning countless silver characters that spun wildly around him. They coalesced into a massive silver character for “Suppress” in mid-air, pressing down with a rumbling force that made the void ripple as if a thin layer of paper was being crumpled.
The strange sword and blade in the duo’s hands shattered instantly, disintegrating into fragments of light that dispersed into the air. However, before Tian Fan could breathe a sigh of relief, the scattered radiance reassembled, forming the same sword and blade that reappeared in Lu Dongbin and Duan Yanqing’s hands.
“Heh, you cannot destroy it. This is the power of the heavens and earth!” Duan Yanqing said coldly.
Tian Fan indeed found himself in grave trouble. The sword and blade in their hands were indestructible. Each time he shattered them, they reformed, their offensive power growing stronger each time.
The Sword Immortal Sect’s sacred scriptures were renowned for their unparalleled strength, and the secret arts they left behind were considered supreme, the most powerful techniques within their domains, unmatched on the Divine Martial Continent.
“In that case, I’ll cut you down first!”
Golden radiance burst forth from Tian Fan’s entire body as he pushed his Divine Cloud Step to its limit. Leaving an afterimage where he stood, he reappeared before the duo in an instant. His golden fist struck down, shaking the void and cracking the ground. At this moment, he resembled a battle god, his powerful golden divine light piercing the heavens, and his iron fists capable of destroying all in their path.
Boom!
With one punch and one kick, Tian Fan seemed to tear the void apart.
Duan Yanqing and Lu Dongbin’s bodies shattered instantly, their bl0od splattering across the sky.
After accomplishing this, Tian Fan’s expression remained cold. He raised his head to look at Yuan Yongling, who hovered high above.
A massive golden bell floated above Yuan Yongling’s head, radiating golden light. His face showed no emotion, not even anger at the deaths of his companions. He simply stood silently in the air, unmoving, as though everything was under his control.
Suddenly, Tian Fan’s expression shifted as he rapidly retreated. Beside him, a pitch-black demonic blade materialized, entirely composed of demonic light, slashing toward him.
Boom!
From another direction, a massive crimson blade appeared, seemingly forged from the fires of hell, with red lotuses scattering around it.
“Pfft…”
Tian Fan was struck by the red blade, leaving a deep slash on his body. Were it not for his extraordinarily resilient physique, he would likely have been cut in half.
“Hehehe…”
A chilling laugh echoed. Duan Yanqing and Lu Dongbin, who were supposed to be dead, reappeared unscathed ahead. With a black demonic sword and a fiery red blade in their hands, they stood at a distance, gazing coldly at Tian Fan.
“This is…!”
It would be a lie to say Tian Fan wasn’t shocked. He was certain his attacks had landed on them moments ago, yet here they stood, alive and stronger than before.
This was one of the seven divine techniques of the Sword Immortal Sect—the “Tri-Origin Formation.” This supreme technique, requiring the cooperation of three individuals, could harness the eternal power of the Dao from the void. In battle, it was practically invincible.
“Kill!”
The two shouted in unison. Duan Yanqing’s black demonic blade transformed into a black whirlwind, spinning wildly. The ground was gouged with deep furrows, while the demonic light surrounding him turned him into a black tornado. The pressure caused the void to emit groaning sounds.
Similarly, outside Lu Dongbin, the fiery red blade turned into a storm of flames, almost igniting the entire area. A blood-red tornado emerged, scorching the land.
“Ice and Fire Convergence!”
The two shouted again. The black and red tornadoes merged into one. One side was pitch-black like ink, the other fiery red, yet these diametrically opposed forces blended perfectly, their power instantly doubling.
Countless ice arrows and red fireballs shot out from the tornado, leaving the area in utter devastation. Frost-covered ground and scorched earth were everywhere.
“Calm Seas of the Divine Ocean…”
Golden light surged, and a vast golden sea of divine energy appeared above Tian Fan’s head. It was completely calm, with no ripples, forming a golden water curtain in front of him.
Countless ice arrows and fireballs surged forward, causing the golden curtain to tremble incessantly, yet unable to break through.
Ye Fan felt an immense pressure and grew solemn. He activated the Divine Celestial Heart Sutra, pushing the stillness of his divine sea to its limit.
Boom!
Suddenly, a powerful sense of oppression descended. High above, Yuan Yongling made his move. A massive golden bell spanned the heavens and pressed downward, emitting a beam of golden light that sent Tian Fan’s heart racing. He nearly collapsed from the pressure.
“Urgh…”
The water shield surrounding Tian Fan shattered under the assault. Guided by the destructive energy, he spat out a small mouthful of blood, his face turning pale.
Bang!
The earth shook, and the void twisted. Intense energy raged across the land as countless golden bolts of lightning erupted from the massive bell above Yuan Yongling. Tian Fan was struck repeatedly, suffering unimaginable injuries. Even his strong physique showed faint cracks.
Boom!
Countless lotus leaves danced in the air, and a silver lotus bloomed beneath Tian Fan’s feet. Eighty-one sword beams materialized around him, whistling forward. The beams shredded dozens of ice arrows and fireballs before converging into a towering sword force that slashed downward.
Bang!
A black-red whirlwind swirled as the golden bell trembled. The massive silver sword beam was torn apart on impact, sending Tian Fan flying once again.
“Urgh…”
Tian Fan was struck yet again, compounding his injuries. However, he stood up resolutely once more. Executing his Hundred Illusions, countless afterimages flickered across the battlefield. But with a loud crash, all the illusions shattered, and Tian Fan was sent hurtling through the air.
“Heh, trying to escape? Impossible! No one can break through the ‘Tri-Origin Formation’ domain. Kill!”
Above, Yuan Yongling sneered coldly. He unleashed his ultimate killing move. The golden bell hovering above his head shot out, plunging into the black-red tornado. In an instant, destructive waves swept out in all directions. The earth caved in and fractured, the entire region transforming into a scene of utter devastation—like a flood bursting forth or a volcanic eruption, resembling the end of the world.
“Qian, Kun, Kan, Li, Zhen, Gen, Xun, Dui—Bagua! Bagua!”
At that moment, Tian Fan was astonishingly calm. Countless ancient characters flowed through his mind as his spirit immersed in a vast cosmic expanse. Endless worlds emerged, rose, and perished in an eternal cycle of creation and destruction.
“From the Taiji arises Yin and Yang. Yin and Yang create the Four Symbols, the Four Symbols give rise to the Bagua, and the Bagua returns to Chaos!”
Tian Fan remained serene, his eyes tightly shut. Intricate and profound hand seals emerged as a faint “Bagua” diagram materialized behind him. Qian, Kun, Kan, Li, Zhen, Gen, Xun, and Dui occupied their respective positions, representing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.
With the appearance of the Bagua diagram, all energy storms ceased. The “Tri-Origin Formation” of the three opponents was instantly dismantled. Disbelief filled their expressions as Tian Fan returned to the desolate wasteland. Withered grass and marshes stretched endlessly, and only the battered ground bore witness to the fierce battle that had unfolded.
“Impossible! No one can break through!”
Duan Yanqing roared as a massive purple-gold war hammer appeared in his hands. The hammer was as large as a small mountain, causing the void to tremble under its weight. It was a terrifying sight; if the hammer struck, the land within a hundred feet would surely collapse.
Bang!
Tian Fan didn’t even move. Behind him, the Bagua diagram flashed briefly, instantly repelling the purple-gold war hammer from Duan Yanqing’s hands. The hammer crashed into the distant ground, creating a massive crater.
“Retreat…”
Yuan Yongling, ever rational, spoke decisively. He could see clearly that Tian Fan was in a mystical state, beyond their ability to contend with. Quickly, he began retreating.
“If you’ve come, don’t think about leaving!”
Tian Fan moved slightly and appeared in front of Yuan Yongling, blocking his retreat. Behind him, the “Qian” symbol in the Bagua diagram glowed with golden light, blasting Yuan Yongling away and causing him to spew blood violently.
The “Kun” symbol flashed next, sending the advancing Duan Yanqing flying. Blood spurted from his mouth as he struggled to rise, his eyes filled with fury like those of a wild beast.
“Go!” Yuan Yongling was incredibly decisive, truly wise. Grabbing Duan Yanqing, he fled toward the distant sky. However, they were stopped by Tian Fan after flying less than a hundred feet. All three were severely injured.
The Divine Cloud Steps were unparalleled in the world, reputed as the fastest technique under heaven. Escape was impossible!
“Do you truly wish to wipe us out completely!? You should understand the consequences of killing us!”
Yuan Yongling struggled to rise from the ground, his voice heavy.
“Those who kill shall themselves be killed. You brought this upon yourselves. Today, no one will leave here alive!”
Tian Fan’s expression was indifferent as he slowly stepped forward.
“Big Brother, there’s no need to flee. I will cut him down!”
Duan Yanqing roared. He was an extremely arrogant individual who had always sought to control everything. Others feared him, tolerated him—it was what he was accustomed to. For him, fleeing was simply unacceptable!
A crimson light erupted around his body. A glowing sword flew out from above his head, emitting a sinister red radiance. An eerie, malevolent aura filled the area.
“Second Brother, no!”
“Second Brother, don’t!”
Yuan Yongling and Lu Dongbing called out in alarm.
Duan Yanqing was the grandson of an elder in the Sword Immortal Sect and had been given this divine weapon for protection. However, the elder had warned that this was a sentient demonic weapon. While its power was immense—capable of slaying enemies two realms higher—the cost of using it was equally steep. It would drain the wielder’s vital essence, leaving them crippled. Cultivators below the Primordial Unity stage lacked the divine energy to wield it safely. It was to be used only as a last resort and not before reaching the Primordial Unity realm.
“A demonic weapon!?”
Tian Fan frowned. He couldn’t forget this aura. He had encountered such a weapon during his battle with Jian Hongming. It was an evil artifact, despised by all. Yet, Duan Yanqing’s weapon was clearly far more powerful, as its chilling aura far surpassed that of Jian Hongming’s.
Boom!
It was a bizarre crimson sword, extremely short, barely two inches in length. However, its sinister aura was utterly terrifying. Even Yuan Yongling and Lu Dongbing, who were his allies, felt as though they had descended into the Nine Nether Hell. The killing intent alone crushed their will to resist.
Duan Yanqing’s face turned deathly pale, devoid of any trace of life. Yet his expression grew maniacal, his gaze fixed firmly on Tian Fan. He laughed cruelly, saying, “Haha, today, you will die! You will die!”
The moment the blood-red sword appeared, it emitted a towering crimson glow. It seemed less like a weapon and more like a demon lord traversing time and space from some ancient demon realm, intent on slaughtering all.
Even the distant and powerful beast kings were alarmed by this aura, turning their gaze toward the scene. At this moment, everyone and every magical beast had the same illusion: rivers of blood flooding the world, with corpses strewn everywhere. The fur of several weaker beast kings stood on end, subdued by the oppressive energy.
But what happened next stunned everyone—human and beast alike. As the demonic weapon’s tip pointed at Tian Fan, its short blade began trembling violently, as if sensing something unimaginably terrifying. The next moment, it transformed into a streak of crimson light, shooting toward the distant sky.
In the blink of an eye, it vanished without a trace…
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