Embers of Sword

Chapter 627 Soul of Life
Fresh blood splattered into the void!

His head shattered!

Such an injury would be absolutely fatal to any human cultivator!
However, Lu Yuzhen's aura did not disappear.

This paper-doll body was constantly shattered and vanished during the extermination by the Sword Source River, but it still retained a trace of spiritual light.

"……Um?"

Zhao Chunyang frowned slightly.

He knew that this paper effigy possessed the "Fountain of Immortality".

Lu Yuzhen was able to withstand the first attack because of the Undying Spring. After the Sword Source River made contact with the target, it sensed the unusually "rich vitality" on the target. As the former owner of the "Undying Spring," Zhao Chunyang was very familiar with this power of vitality.

Therefore, Zhao Chunyang also understood that possessing the Fountain of Immortality did not make him "invincible".

How powerful was the Great Venerable Mo Zhen back then? In the end, didn't he also die?

So that punch just now...

He intensified his efforts.

Even if Lu Yuzhen possessed the Fountain of Immortality, she would likely perish on the spot.

"Crash..."

The spilled blood began to flow backward.

The head, shattered into dozens of pieces, was slowly pieced back together.

Zhao Chunyang withdrew his fist and watched this "miracle" unfold. He vaguely understood the reason.

A few breaths later, Lu Yuzhen regained her human form in the void.

Although he didn't die.

But his breath had become much weaker.

He looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness; he was pale and had sunken eyes.

"interesting."

Zhao Chunyang stared at the person in front of him, his gaze seemingly piercing through the soul and reaching the deepest part of the heart.

He stared at it for a long time before speaking.

He only said three words.

"The Great Dao Brush".

These three words are without any doubt.

This is simply a statement... or rather, a revelation.

"……Yes."

Lu Yuzhen grinned and did not deny it.

The head exploded.

Let alone human cultivators, the vast majority of demon cultivators would also be unable to withstand such injuries.

But he was an exception.

Because he... isn't even a "human being".

Lu Yuzhen is not a demon.

The Paper Doll Path's gate only accommodates transformed magical artifacts... The reason is simple: Lu Yuzhen, who founded the "Paper Doll Path," is herself a magical artifact.

Zhao Chunyang could destroy ordinary magical artifacts with a flick of his finger.

Even "spiritual treasures", or even "supreme treasures" refined by the Yang spirit.

For Zhao Chunyang, it was still an object that could be easily broken.

But the "Great Dao Brush," a sacred treasure left over from a thousand years ago, is different... The Great Sage Bai Ze, who condensed this treasure back then, had already transcended the "Celestial Realm" and may have reached the True Immortal Realm. When one person attains the Dao, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven; the grade of the Great Dao Brush has already transcended worldly understanding.

Bai Ze once participated in the Great Calamity War with the Great Dao Brush.

In the end, Bai Ze died and his cultivation vanished.

But... this treasure survived.

This is Lu Yuzhen's greatest "confidence"—his physical body is almost one with the Great Dao Brush.

To kill him, one would need the power to destroy this "Supreme Treasure of the Dao".

"..."

After a moment of silence.

Zhao Chunyang threw another punch, and this third punch was more powerful than any of his previous ones.

The Sword Source River roared down.

"???" Lu Yuzhen's pupils contracted as he stared at the fist radiating golden light, the world before him seemingly collapsing at that moment.

A strong sense of impending death spread through my heart!
With a loud bang!
His head shattered once more. The "Fountain of Immortality" combined with the "Great Dao Brush" allowed this fatal wound to heal at an astonishing speed. But before the blood could flow backward, Zhao Chunyang unleashed his fourth punch. The force of the punch surged, shattering the void. Lu Yuzhen's "physical body" was dismantled within the River of Sword Origin, and countless sword energies surged forth to annihilate him.

Zhao Chunyang's expression remained unchanged; in his view, the matter was still quite simple.

Since Lu Yu's true form is the Great Dao Brush.

So……

All we need to do is destroy the Great Dao Pen!
Bang bang bang!
Explosions rang out continuously!

"what……"

The paper elf let out a mournful howl. He knew he was no match for Zhao Chunyang, so after coming to this world more than ten years ago, he had always kept a low profile and avoided meeting this man surnamed Zhao...

But some things just have to be done.

This clash was inevitable.

He thought he had two trump cards protecting him, and that Zhao Chunyang, who had failed to advance to the "Celestial Being" level, could not truly kill him.

But at that moment he knew he was wrong.

Zhao Chunyang unleashed punches from within the Sword Source River! Punch after punch!
The illusory image of the "Great Dao Brush" trembled and cried out incessantly!

Under the bombardment of this "half-step Celestial Realm" Sword Palace Master, the Supreme Treasure that survived the great calamity of a thousand years actually developed a crack.

Next up is the second one! And the third one!

The Great Dao Brush was already somewhat unable to withstand the heavy pressure.

For the first time, Lu Yuzhen couldn't laugh. He stared in horror at the long river of sword source that was almost submerging him. The old man in the lotus robe was still throwing punches, his momentum growing stronger and stronger, making people's hearts tremble.

Lu Yuzhen had a misconception.

There is nothing in this world that Zhao Chunyang cannot destroy.

Even the hardest pen is useless...

So what if I take a punch myself?

Zhao Chunyang has another punch to deliver!
Lu Yu felt fear rising in the lake. He truly felt the approach of death. As long as he was "alive", Zhao Chunyang would keep punching him until his "physical body" shattered!
"Do not……"

After that sense of death descended.

He dared not conceal any means any longer.

The paper Taoist priest spread out his large sleeves in a very disheveled state.

He knew that within the River of Sword Origin, any treasure would be instantly destroyed once it was revealed…

Whether it's 【Chenglu】 or 【Chunbaishan】, it doesn't matter.

Even the Great Dao Brush could not resist this surging sword intent; even if these treasures were thrown out, they could not withstand it for even a moment.

Therefore, he did not use his magic weapon to counterattack.

"Boom!"

With a wave of his sleeve, the void trembled.

An unexpected thing happened: after Lu Yuzhen spread her sleeves, the River of Sword Source actually froze!

"..."

Zhao Chunyang stopped moving and ceased throwing punches.

He stood silently in the River of Sword Source, watching the things Lu Yuzhen threw out with a flick of her sleeve...

Those clusters of ethereal, firefly-like objects are the "life souls" of living beings.

now.

One by one, the souls wandered and floated, scattering like stars in the long river of sword source.

These souls may be large or small, bright or dim.

Zhao Chunyang looked at the life soul that Lu Yuzhen had thrown out with a complicated expression... In fact, he had seen this scene before in his dream state.

Among these souls.

There were two strands that he recognized very well.

A wisp, dim and broken, already extinguished, came from the "first disciple" of his own Lotus Peak.

This strand belongs to Zhou Zhiren.

There was also a ray of light, dazzling and brilliant, radiating the most dazzling brilliance among all the souls, stirring the strongest vitality.

This strand belongs to Xie Xuanyi.

(End of this chapter)