Embers of Sword

Chapter 532 Destruction

As the red leaves fall, the murderous intent dissipates.

The sword energy that Ye Zu had enveloped this world transformed into countless clouds and smoke, drifting away with the wind—

The battlefield has been restored to peace.

All eyes were fixed on the endpoint of the sword aura, where only pools of blood remained. The bodies of the three evil sect leaders had been torn apart by the sword intent, leaving only withered skeletons. The secret techniques, grottoes, and treasures of Yinshan, Tiankui Sect, and Hehuan Sect... were all destroyed in this "Rain of Burning Flower Arrows".

“Too powerful…”

Someone spoke in a low voice.

"This is the Yang Spirit..."

Someone murmured with emotion.

Even after the great battle ended, the cultivators of Da Chu were still not at peace.

In order to counter the "Burning Flowers", Bai Gui and Mo Daoren retrieved most of the Yin Souls and Corpse Puppets. At this moment, the few wandering ghosts on the battlefield were quickly cleared away, and the world returned to peace. However, the shock brought by the Burning Flowers Sword Rain lingered for a long time.

The vast majority of cultivators in this world will never have the chance to witness a Yang God make a move in their entire lives.

So this is what the mountaintop looks like.

The three patriarchs who called themselves saints.

Under the onslaught of the Burning Flower Sword Rain, it was powerless to fight back and could only be ravaged and crushed by the sword energy.

However, after a dozen or so breaths of silence, someone noticed something was wrong.

"Is it over?"

"Why is the blood on the ground still wriggling?"

At the very center of the battlefield, the white-clad warrior steadied himself, silently enduring the backlash from his failed attempt to break through to the next realm.

The divine fire was extinguished, and the great orifice was shattered.

Zhou wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and stared down at the evil blood spreading in front of him.

The most powerful sword technique of Hundred Flowers Valley lives up to its name. Ye Zu's "Burning Flower" is indeed a sword technique worthy of being recorded in history... Even if Ye Zu is weak and old, this sword technique is enough to kill the three White Ghosts.

But at this moment, Zhou felt a strong sense of unease.

The ground was filled with an aura of deathly stillness.

But the blood rolling on the ground seemed to possess its own "life," surging and slowly gathering in one place.

boom!
Zhou manipulated the divine embryo to stomp out, causing blood to splatter everywhere. However, after this stomp, the blood on the ground continued to flow back, and the three withered corpses trembled slightly... The three skeletons, which had been ravaged and decayed by the burning flowers, began to gradually regain life under the nourishment of the flowing blood.

"???"

Zhou was pale-faced, staring at the scene before him in disbelief.

Flesh and blood grow from withered bones, and skin is regenerated from flesh and blood.

In just a few breaths, the three shapeless skeletons were restored to their withered and emaciated human form.

How can this be?

how can that be!

Are these three evil cultivators even human? As far as Zhou knows, even the most physically powerful martial artists cannot achieve something like "resurrection from dead bones"... Perhaps some exceptionally talented plant-based demons among the demon race can accomplish such a miracle, but how could Bai Gui and the others survive the Burning Flower Sword Rain?!

"..."

The old man, seated on the throne of red leaves, silently watched this scene, a faint sorrow rising in his heart.

"It's the Fountain of Immortality."

Ye Zu's voice drifted out softly.

The people on the battlefield of Da Chu were stunned for a moment.

Fountain of Immortality?
This term has been absent from the world for a long time... but that hasn't diminished people's fervor and pursuit of it. The last time the Fountain of Immortality appeared, it sparked a massive war between humans and demons. This is a supreme treasure coveted even by top-tier Yang Gods; how could it have fallen into the hands of an evil cultivator like the White Ghost?
Qian San looked at the three pools of writhing blood with a complicated expression.

The clever person has already guessed the answer.

White Ghost, Ink Daoist... these evil cultivators may be powerful, but they are nothing in front of the Great Chu Dynasty.

With their strength, they are naturally unworthy of possessing the Fountain of Immortality.

Then the person who controls the Fountain of Immortality is about to be revealed.

Lu Yuzhen.

"Thorn."

Just then, a crisp sound of tearing silk suddenly rang out.

The smallest skeleton in the center, after regaining its human form, laboriously raised its hand and pointed towards where Zhou was.

The next moment, the surging blood on the ground erupted without warning, shooting out a thin line of blood that instantly pierced through Zhou's body. The white-robed martial artist, who had failed to break through to the next realm, still managed to dodge in time. This attack only pierced his waist and abdomen, not his heart.

"Heh...hehehe..."

A dry laugh rang out.

The thin, skeletal body slowly sat up, its brow radiating a pale, moonlit glow.

"What a pity..."

The white ghost looked at Zhou and said softly, "So close... just a hair's breadth away..."

The white ghost looked at his withered palm.

His voice was half filled with emotion and half with lingering fear.

"You and that old bastard were just a hair's breadth away from killing us..."

Zhou looked pale.

The white ghost is still alive.

Precisely……

Not only Bai Gui, but also Mo Daoren and Huanxi Chanzhu are all alive.

Three skeletons sat up one after another.

Their flesh and blood had been almost completely shredded by the sword energy, but now, under the shroud of the "moonlight between their brows," it was slowly condensing and growing.

Is this the Fountain of Immortality?

The living dead, the flesh and bones restored—it turns out it's not just a legend...

However, as their flesh and blood reformed, the moonlight between their brows dissipated at an extremely rapid pace, clearly having been completely consumed by their injuries.

The three evil sect leaders... were spared their lives under the protection of the Fountain of Immortality.

To be alive after suffering such a severe injury is an immense stroke of luck.

The destruction of the Soul-Devouring Banner, the Corpse Puppet Cave, and the Joyful Zen Drum is nothing.

For them, as long as they were alive, the battle was over. At this moment, Bai Gui was certain that the old man sitting on the Red Leaf Throne had only one sword left, and the sword rain that had lasted for a hundred breaths was the best proof of that... Ye Zu wanted to kill the three of them with a single sword strike. This old fellow had witnessed the power of the "Fountain of Immortality" in the White Paper Barrier, so he deliberately prolonged the time it took for the sword energy to pour out.

That's a very clever plan.

It's a pity that man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation.

Wild grasses growing in southern Xinjiang are destined to be tougher.

The white ghost turned its head blankly.

He gazed at the red-leafed throne, and at the old man who barely had a breath left...

He will kill Ye Zu soon.

As for the others, in the eyes of the White Demon, they were no different from weeds.

If Zhou Wei hadn't tried to break through the barrier, perhaps there would still be a chance to turn the tide. Unfortunately, this young martial artist's vital energy has been completely extinguished, and he can no longer pose a threat to him.

"...Form the formation!"

On the throne, Ye Zu struggled to sit up and issued the order with unwavering resolve. The old man said hoarsely, "There's still a chance... to kill them."

Although his sword strike failed to kill the three White Demons.

But at this moment... is when they are at their weakest.

Mingwang Zhenhai Formation.

Spirit Sea Array.

Dragon Appearance Treasure Technique.

Numerous formations were simultaneously activated at this moment, and countless streams of light converged. Ye Zu no longer had the strength to support the formation's condensation, so Ye Qinglian, Jiang Que, the elders of Qiantian Palace, and others became the central figures of the formation. Da Chu and the other Yin God Venerables led the formation's vast energy towards the site where the Burning Flower Sword Rain had fallen—

Looking at the sky filled with sword energy and array light, Bai Gui couldn't help but reveal a mocking smile.

Compared to the previous "burning flowers".

These are nothing.

It's just the glow of a firefly.

Even if he were to die on his last breath, these despicable tactics would still be nothing to fear.

boom!
This time, the White Ghost did not make a move.

Having recovered his flesh and bones, Mo Daoren stood up, waved his sleeve in the air, and threw a punch.

Without Ye Zu's presence, the Mingwang Zhenhai Formation was smashed to pieces, and countless martial arts disciples were thrown to the ground.

Mo Daoren threw another punch.

The Spirit Sea Formation and the Dragon Appearance Technique were also broken!
The Corpse Puppet Sect Master, who was nothing but withered flesh and blood and looked like a skeleton, shattered the Great Chu Formation with a single punch. The gale howled and swept hundreds of feet away, and countless figures in the sky were scattered and fell like kites with broken strings.

The great formation simply cannot get close!

Ye Qinglian, Jiang Que, the elder of Qiantian Palace, the female Venerable of the Xu family... these Yin God Venerables felt despair.

The Yin Spirit Realm is a chasm, each step a day.

The three major sects' pseudo-saints were crushed into dust by Ye Zu's sword.

But they did break the shackles of the Yin God Realm after all.

Even though all that remains is a skeleton, Mo Daoren is still a superior being, crushing the Yin Gods.

Besides Zhou, whose Yin spirit is full of Qi and blood, it is also perfect.

The other Venerable Ones were simply not qualified to challenge the Three False Saints.

Grass and mustard.

They're all worthless.

On the other side, the slowly recovering Master Huanxi spread his divine sense across the entire area. The only cultivator worth noting at this moment was Qian San, who was at the Yin God Eighteenth Realm... Qian San did not enter the formation at this moment, but hid in the back, trying to ignite the "Primordial Fire" of the cave. This guy seemed to want to imitate Zhou and fight to the death.

However, the Joyful Zen Master did not feel threatened at all. Not everyone is qualified to try to ignite the primordial fire to attack the Yang God.

The tribulations of questioning one's own heart and seeking the truth have not yet been resolved.

Even if one ignites the primordial fire at the eighteenth level, one will only burn oneself to ashes within a few breaths.

Although I don't care.

But Master Huanxi still made a move against Qian San.

The woman opened her dry lips and let out a soft whistle. Hundreds of feet away, the rolling soul sound poured into Qian San's soul sea.

"puff!"

Qian San coughed up a mouthful of blood and knelt down on the ground.

His heart felt as if it had suffered a severe blow.

In this situation, let alone igniting the primordial fire, even maintaining one's balance would be impossible—

In just a dozen or so breaths.

The treasures and magic arrays that Da Chu had painstakingly gathered were all destroyed by the three pseudo-saints.

A confluence of events.

The storm has passed.

This battle has finally come to an end.

"……it's over."

Seeing this, Bai Gui clenched the blood thread in his hand, tightly controlling Zhou, whose divine fire had been extinguished, preventing him from moving.

The White Demon gazed at the old man on the Red Leaf Throne and said softly, "I will remember that sword strike for the rest of my life..."

"Next."

“I will kill you one by one, refine you into ghosts, and reforge a new banner.”

Say it.

The pale-faced child slowly stood up.

He pulled on the blood-red thread in his hand, like a spider catching its prey, dragging Zhou little by little towards his location.

His blood and energy are depleted, it's alright.

There happens to be a martial artist here, brimming with vitality.

Zhou gritted his teeth.

The white-clad warrior took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and prepared to ignite his divine sea and self-destruct.

Just the next moment.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound of sword energy rang out from the end of the void.

"...?"

White Ghost's pupils contracted slightly.

That sword came too fast, too fast!

The White Ghost was so fast that he didn't have time to react!

A wisp of golden sword energy pierced through the dark tomb and the crimson blood mist, heading straight for the white ghost's head.

An extremely strong premonition of death spread through my mind.

The white ghost let out a sharp cry, quickly abandoned the bloodline, and fell backward.

The white ghost escaped unscathed.

However, the golden flying sword continued its momentum, transforming into a straight streak of wind and thunder that swept across the heavens and earth.

The world became utterly still in an instant.

"..."

The joyful Zen master slowly lowered his head.

She looked bewildered and touched her chest...

The area was pierced by sword energy, revealing a fist-sized hole where flesh and blood writhed, as if burned by flames, but it only writhed and did not repair itself.

A dense aura of destruction emanated from the wound.

……

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