Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 485 Leading the Sword
The world was gloomy, and even the radiance seemed to fade into silence.

Only the dark red eerie fire flowed like a sea of ​​evil, spreading silently without a trace of light. The layers of eerie fire painted streaks of crimson in the thick darkness. The fire was clearly in front of us, yet it could not illuminate even a fraction of the world here.

Grass, trees, mountains, rivers, palaces, pavilions, golden halls, and jade bridges all silently turned to ashes in this sea of ​​fire as heavy as leaden mist. The southern region of the grotto-heaven gradually spread out a dark red fire domain that was constantly expanding.

In the sky, a crimson figure hangs alone, An Xianhui holding a red candle, scanning the surroundings.

Behind him was a thick, lightless darkness. Ding Huo activated his divine power, and the form of Zhu Yin appeared, with a human face and a dragon body, holding a candle and riding upright, completely sealing off this area of ​​heaven and earth.

A faint, eerie flame burned on the red candle, as weak as a firefly, yet it sent shivers down the spines of many spectators in the distance, while the lightning ahead vanished into the deep darkness.

An Xianhui had anticipated the current situation. Among the many immortal sects in Dali, only the Fu Chen, Tai Zhen, and Mu Wu families were the most powerful, with their leaders above them, like the sun in the sky.

In terms of profound heritage, Fu Chen is the best among the three families. As the orthodox lineage of Ding Huo, he has a long history and a clear lineage. The Ding Huo spiritual treasure in his hand is also of great significance.

In ancient times, when the five fires were first born, the divine manifestation occurred. The master of Ding fire was called "Zhuyin". He manifested a celestial candle from his position, standing in the extreme cold, where the sun and moon did not shine, and all the stars were hidden. This was called "Tianshuai".

This [Heavenly Decline Yin Candle] was modeled after that immortal candle. It was originally intended as a tool for a True Lord to attain enlightenment and had the potential to become a magic treasure, but in the end it was abandoned and became merely a spiritual treasure.

Even so, this Yin Candle has undergone nearly a thousand years of refinement by Fu Chen, incorporating countless spiritual objects and immortal materials, and receiving countless divine powers and techniques. It landed in the [Candle Dust Heaven], placed on the first level beneath the True Lord's Immortal Platform, and was nourished by immortal fire day and night.

The grade of a spiritual artifact is affected not only by the spiritual object and the refining method, but also by the degree of subsequent refinement, changes in imagery, and so on. How can a newly refined spiritual artifact in the hands of a rogue cultivator compare with one refined by generations of divine powers in the cave heaven and blessed by a Golden Core True Monarch?
Within this treasure lies a rare and ancient, terrifying metal element, making the power of this spiritual treasure almost reach its peak.

Since the founding of Fuchen Sect, the [Heavenly Decline Yin Candle] has burned countless Buddhist golden bodies, immortal Dharma bodies, and descendants of great saints. Even those with great supernatural powers have been reduced to ashes under the rolling Yin Fire, let alone this early stage of the Purple Mansion realm.

If he hadn't held back a bit, the person before him would have surely perished in a single exchange.

An Xianhui looked ahead, the red candle in her hand losing some of its imposing power, and her tone grew colder.

"Since you've chosen to cultivate the Earthly Thunder, you should be content to be manipulated by the Song family. Why do you insist on getting involved with Bing Fire? What, do you think that because you were born at the right time, my sect won't touch you?"

The young man's brows furrowed with an increasingly heavy aura, his eyes dark red and bloodshot, and he spoke with a voice filled with hatred:
"No one in the world is more special, no one is indispensable; it's just a matter of the price paid."

A burst of silver lightning flashed, and a tattered black robe fluttered in the cold wind. Xu Xuan emerged from the darkness, his hair completely white, his body covered in burns from the Yin Fire, and the aura of his declining lifespan.

Dan Ting was reduced to just the hilt; the original blade, forged from spirit iron and black gold, was completely burned. The thunder sparrow, the sword spirit, had retreated into the inner realm and was temporarily unresponsive.

Xu Xuan remained silent, coldly staring at the red candle. He deeply felt the profound power of this immortal sect; if they truly wanted to kill someone, even if that person had extraordinary luck, they would still be doomed.

How can I escape?
The opponent has not yet fully activated the weapon, which must mean they are still wary. However, Xu Xuan does not know where this wariness comes from.

"Bow your head and kneel down, hand over this seal, and I will spare your life."

An Xianhui solemnly issued a decree, activating his supernatural powers. With the blessing of the Heavenly Decline Yin Candle, the power of [Depleting Human Life] surged, instantly cutting away the opponent's lifespan once again.

Xu Xuan slowly untied the Xuan Seal at his waist. The bottom seal, "Tian Bing Zhao Yuan, Heng Guang Pu Zhao," shone brightly, but no other divine phenomena appeared.

This seal is not a spiritual artifact and has no power. It is merely a token and cannot compare to the [Heavenly Decline Yin Candle]. Even if one were to obtain the [Eternal Light] spiritual sword, it would be difficult to withstand the Yin Candle with its golden nature.

Within the inner realm, the divine power of the Thunder God began to tremble violently, a certain phenomenon began to collapse and shatter, and the previously somewhat changed [Extinction Fate] began to regress, even affecting other mystical phenomena.

“The authority will be broken, and supernatural powers will be damaged.” Tian Tuo saw through the mystery and said in a heavy tone, “The most important thing about the She Lei is the authority, which is a mixture of the Dao heart, destiny and atmosphere, and it is also the basis for punishing on behalf of Heaven.”

"Fu Chen doesn't just want to take away this seal, but to damage your aura, break your Dao heart, and diminish your supernatural powers. In the future, you won't even have the qualification to look at the Golden Rank."

Xu Xuan gripped the large seal tightly, his white hair fluttering, his eyes flashing with cold light, while the Yin Fire above grew increasingly terrifying, its alternating hot and cold causing waves of pain and itching throughout his body, his blood energy plummeting to its lowest point.

"Even if I give you this seal today, I'm afraid I still won't be able to escape death afterward?"

He looked up, his eyes clouded by the sick fire, only able to see a pair of dark red divine pupils, as large as the sun and moon, hanging in front of him, wantonly looking down on his insignificant body.

"You will say yes."

An Xianhui's voice suddenly rang out, like a gust of cold wind.

"To rise from humble beginnings to the level of a supernatural being, to cultivate sword intent, and to achieve the power of the Thunder God, you are quite remarkable even within the Great Li Purple Mansion. It's a pity that you value the sect too much. But because of this, the Song Clan can trust you to use you, and my sect can tolerate you for this period of time. After all, a long sword has a sheath."

"But you shouldn't have gotten involved with [Hengguang], and you even wanted to create a Binghuo supernatural being. How could you possibly take the tolerance of my Dao to heart?"

He paused, looked at the Taoist priest before him, and said solemnly:

"There is a great difference between dying here and dying for the greater good in the future. The choice is up to you."

Xu Xuan took a deep breath, and the Yin Fire burned even more intensely, causing his supernatural powers to lose their luster.

The calamity clouds are not visible, the thunder has lost its power, and all are bowing down to be slaughtered. Heaven's laws are incomplete. The aura he has accumulated in countless battles and demon-slaying is rapidly declining, and a distant sigh echoes from afar.

Tian Tuo fell silent for a moment. He had previously advised Xu Xuan to back down, which, from his demonic perspective, was of course harmless. However, this action greatly undermined the authority of She Lei.

This scene reminded him of his own fate. Even though he possessed all five magics and was known as the number one Purple Mansion magic in recent times, he still perished under the machinations of an adult. If he had not met Xu Xuan, he would be suffering endless torment at the hands of the dragon's subordinates now.

An Xianhui above nodded slightly, activating his spiritual treasure. Yin fire slowly descended from the sky, about to force the person before him to kneel and submit his seal. 'I thought you could be a bit tougher.'

For some reason, a complex mix of disappointment and anger welled up within him; the violence of subduing his former adversary brought him no satisfaction.

The Yin Fire burned down, and the [Heavenly Decline Yin Candle] completely locked the opponent's supernatural powers, making him unable to resist. However, the Taoist's back remained straight, allowing the Yin Fire to burn him.

The flesh on its face gradually withered and turned into streaks of mysterious crystals wreathed in lightning, which fell and triggered heavenly thunder, as if it were roaring in anger.

"you!"

An Xianhui controlled his strength extremely well, managing to severely injure his opponent without killing him. The fact that his opponent did not back down surprised him and filled him with shame and anger.

'Why? What gives him the right to dare!'

As a disciple of a sect, he has always acted without restraint, but in the end, he still lives under his father's arrangement and dares not say a word of dissent. The person in front of him has no background, so how dare he go against Fu Chen's will!

The dark red Ding fire had burned away most of the flesh and blood of this person's body, revealing a silver-white skeleton that looked like it had been cast in iron, with dense silver-white laws engraved on it. Even now, it still did not bow its head.

The pupils had been burned away by the Yin Fire, but a golden light surged endlessly between the other's brows, illuminating the world.

The sun purifies the world, the Earth element is in its proper position, and the last element of Fire element in its six harmonies smoothly merges into it, transforming into a beam of light as bright as gold.

The thunder roared and filled his body. Xu Xuan's upper body was reduced to nothing but bones and lightning, his flesh and blood burned away. His long-awaited Heavenly Eye between his brows suddenly opened.

A beam of light, heavy as a mountain and majestic as the sun, suddenly erupted, illuminating countless golden rays that spread throughout the ten directions of heaven and earth, piercing through the deep darkness, like a celestial sun soaring through the sky, crashing towards the opponent.

An Xianhui had not expected that the opponent would still have the power to resist, nor did she expect that the spiritual treasure in her hand would not be able to block it for a moment. She barely managed to use Yin Fire to block it, but she was still hit by that golden flower. Her body was engulfed in fierce illusory sun flames, and she almost ended up like the opponent.

He remained silent, only looking at the Taoist in front of him. His killing intent was hard to suppress, and even a sense of fear and envy arose in his heart, making this Purple Mansion cultivator from the Immortal Sect feel increasingly inferior, and he even dared not look at that incomplete Dharma body.

"I'll take you on your way."

The power of the Heavenly Decline Yin Candle surged once more, plunging the world into a profound darkness. An Xianhui still remembered her father's instructions: if the other party refused to submit, then kill them; Fu Chen could bear the consequences.

'The master's plans allow no room for change, but the person before him is becoming increasingly unpredictable for Fu Chen, and now, he even harbors murderous intent.'

Tian Tuo sighed, and golden-white Dharma light gradually filled Xu Xuan's inner vision. He had a thought of making a move, but stopped himself in an instant. If he were to expose him, he would probably be doomed.

Fu Chen is already under enough pressure, let alone the two ancient dragon lords of the East Sea.

Xu Xuan activated his divine power, his aura surged, and extremely terrifying black and white lightning erupted from his Dao bones, filling his physical body with flesh and blood. Sword intent arose, and lightning surged.

The golden light of the heavens erupted once more, causing fine cracks to appear on the Dao bone between his brows. These three layers of spiritual light rose into the air, not striking An Xianhui, but instead breaking through the strange phenomenon created by the spiritual treasure.

Jinhua, like the sun high in the sky, purifies the mortal world, measures the right order, and shines upon the whole world. Rays of spiritual light pierce the sky, giving Xu Xuan's supernatural powers room to be displayed.

The vast Thunder City manifested from the sky, with celestial soldiers and generals, gods and unicorns all in attendance. Black banners fluttered high atop the city, and thunder pillars reached the heavens, making it the center of heaven and earth, the pivot of thunder.

Rolling tribulation clouds stretched out, the silvery tribulation pool tempered the lightning, blood flowed endlessly from the celestial guillotine, and the heavenly prison lightning lock stood in the nine heavens. All sorts of strange phenomena manifested at the same time, raising his supernatural power to an unprecedented level.

The [Primordial Order] and [Heavenly Tribulation] operated freely. Even though he was severely injured, these two divine powers grew even stronger. Countless heavenly laws descended from the sky. The originally silver-white laws gradually changed into a deep black, emanating a majestic and solemn aura that repelled the terrifying Yin Fire.

"Black Law!"

An Xianhui's eyes showed disbelief, and he even forgot to activate the spiritual treasure in his hand.

It was as if countless eyes were watching from heaven and earth, causing the spiritual energy of this place to surge. The great array of the cave could not withstand the pressure and revealed layers of overlapping primordial light.

This person must not be allowed to live.

At this moment, his killing intent towards the person in front of him reached its peak, and he no longer underestimated him in the slightest. He fully activated the [Heavenly Decline Yin Candle], and his extremely dense Yin Candle Fate was added to it.

The golden essence suddenly sensed something, and all the golden light in the sky vanished, plunging the world into deep darkness, surrounded by yin fire. No one in the Purple Palace dared to pry into it anymore.

The Thunderous Black Law was suppressed, and the Yin Fire raged forward. Faced with this insurmountable gap, no amount of trickery would be of any use. Once this spiritual treasure was unleashed, even a late-stage Purple Mansion cultivator would have to retreat; how could the opponent possibly withstand it!

Suddenly, a drop of autumn dew fell and landed on the tip of Master Fuchen's nose. A bright golden crescent moon appeared in the sky above, as if a hooked snake was carrying golden energy to ascend to heaven.

A golden longsword appeared in the hand of the one whose flesh and blood had been burned to ashes, leaving only bones. The golden scales on the hilt stood up menacingly, and the tragic killing aura of Geng metal was clearly visible to the heavens. Scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, towering mounds of corpses, mass graves, and mass slaughter with corpses exposed to the elements appeared.

Golden scales.

"Wan Jin, how dare you—"

This was the first time that the Purple Mansion cultivator from Fuchen had shown such anger and fear, but his lightning-filled crystalline bone hand had already gripped the spirit sword and, without the slightest hesitation, slashed down with a thunderous roar.

A sliver of light appeared, and the darkness returned.

(End of this chapter)