Ming Dynasty: pacifying the rebellion and defending the border, dominating the world

Chapter 309 The Real Beginning

The flash of the blade distorted space.

The space within thousands of meters around the numerous immortals was filled with a chilling, bone-deep sharpness.

At this moment, the sword light that bloomed from the void seemed to be tangible, radiating a dazzling brilliance and an unstoppable, magnificent aura!

"A celestial warrior, whose swordsmanship is close to the realm of enlightenment?" A celestial being looked horrified, feeling a strange tremor in the world before him, including everything in it, as if space itself was distorting, creating the illusion of a great upheaval in the world!

It seems real, yet it seems fake.

It's hard to tell what's real and what's fake.

"clang!--"

The sound of metal clashing reverberated through the sky, sparks flying from the impact, brighter than the sunlight, dazzling and seemingly proclaiming the outcome of the battle between humans and immortals.

"boom!"

A muffled sound echoed through the void. Under Changsun Wangqing's light-browed blade, an immortal appeared to be exhausted. He was forced to kneel in the void by Changsun Wangqing's magnificent blade light, and half of his body almost exploded.

However, this is just the beginning.

"Attack! Slay the Immortals!"

"This is... the Myriad Manifestations Rock Spear!"

Yang Ning's spear power finally reached its peak. He raised his hand and pointed, and the thousand-foot-long spear, which filled the sky and pierced through the sunlight, rained down on all the immortals.

"The Purple Star Heaven-Fighting Formation!"

A loud shout came from the void, and eighteen secret guards at the terrestrial immortal realm ascended forward, their blood, cultivation, martial arts, and even their souls burning.

In a short while, it connected the Ziwei main star and the Big Dipper in the sky, and unleashed a terrifying killing aura.

"Boom!"

Lightning flashed, and pitch-black clouds rolled in like a tidal wave, quickly gathering into a massive cloud as vast as a thunderous ocean, dazzling the onlookers. It was hard to believe that all this happened in just a few short moments.

They went from having victory in their grasp to being the underdog once again.

The immortal was not stupid after all, and instantly noticed something amiss.

It let out a scream like a cuckoo's mournful cry: "Damn it, space is sealed off, heaven and earth are imprisoned, break through!!"

"This is a trap!!"

The other immortals, though unaware of the details, had taken the initiative to attack after they had captured the warrior who had shattered the void and extracted information from him about the mortal emperor of yesteryear and the suspected divine artifact that had shaken the world.

Why did it turn into a trap?

But at this point, they had no time to think further.

They all brought out their best skills.

An immortal, with a flick of his hand, conjured an ancient bronze mirror the size of a millstone. His finger instantly split open, and he placed a drop of blood on the mirror's surface, proclaiming in a clear voice: "The vast heavens are dark and the bright moon shines, the righteous will of Heaven is gone, the earthly demons break the law!"

"boom!!"

The lightning in the sky was drawn down by the ancient bronze mirror, transforming into a long, lifelike lightning dragon that snaked for thousands of feet. It then attacked Changsun Wangqing, who was holding the Light Eyebrow Blade upside down and unleashing dozens of slashes at an immortal from afar.

"roll!!"

Changsun Wangqing's cultivation level is similar to that of these immortals. He has also shared the martial arts insights of many martial arts masters. His attainments in swordsmanship and martial arts are no less than those legendary figures who have broken through the void.

Although the thousand-foot-long thunder dragon exuded a terrifying aura and was ferocious and menacing, it was still no match for Changsun Wangqing's single strike.

"choke!"

The blade flashed and disappeared in the void. The thunder dragon that roared and charged towards Changsun Wangqing was instantly transformed into a ball of unclaimed lightning, which dissipated in mid-air, accompanied by the rupture of the void.

"So strong?"

The immortal who had summoned the thunder frowned, pointed once more across the ancient bronze mirror, and simultaneously transmitted his voice to the other immortals: "Buy me time! You must, you must!!!"

"on!"

"Damn it, my magical artifact! Why can't I control it?" Master Ziyang's eyes widened in fury. He had tried to summon his Purple-Gold Gourd and Dust-Gathering Blade back, but found no response. No, to be precise, they were being powerfully suppressed.

There's no way to respond, even if one wants to.

On the ground, Zhu Jinzhen smiled as he played with the two magical artifacts, or so-called immortal artifacts, before looking up at the somewhat exasperated Master Ziyang in the sky.

"puff!"

"This is……"

Master Ziyang spat out a mouthful of blood, letting out a chilling, earth-shattering scream. A horrifying sword wound appeared, extending from the inside out, as if it had burst forth from the depths of his soul and spread across his body.

A bloodstain appeared between Master Ziyang's eyebrows and instantly spread across his entire body.

When the other immortals were startled and looked again at the ethereal figure of Master Ziyang, they were shocked to find that his robes were stained with blood, making him look like a blood-soaked man. His immortal energy was constantly dissipating from his body, and a shocking bloodstain spread from his brow to his waist, almost splitting him in half.

"Do not!!!"

Master Ziyang let out a shrill, inexplicable scream filled with despair and fear!

Immediately, his body was cleaved in mid-air without his control. Then, as if from the shadows, a giant hand descended upon him from afar, grasped him in its palm, and crushed him into dust, turning into endless rain of blood that fell upon the sky.

"This...is this?"

"Ziyang, how...how could this be?"

"His primordial spirit has perished? Impossible!!!"

The immortals looked at each other in horror, not understanding what had happened. Why was the Purple Sun Immortal, who was perfectly fine and somewhat furious just a moment ago, suddenly turned into a rain of blood and even his primordial spirit was annihilated?

The essence of immortality varies from person to person.

Immortals in the martial arts system focus on the physical body, and can regenerate severed limbs or even regrow blood.

Immortals in the Daoist system focus on the primordial spirit. As long as the primordial spirit remains, even if their lifespan is exhausted and their body is destroyed, they can still possess another person's body or resurrect themselves by gathering their physical body together with their primordial spirit.

However, if the primordial spirit is extinguished, no matter what aspect of the immortal they focus on, they will only face annihilation.

The physical body can be saved from destruction, but how can the soul be saved from annihilation?
But what truly terrified these immortals was not the fall of Master Ziyang, but the fact that they could neither see nor sense who had made the move.

It was as if, in the blink of an eye, Master Ziyang was struck by the backlash of heaven and earth and wiped out of the mortal world.

Can……

Some of them witnessed the tragic state of Master Ziyang before his death.

That was clearly not a backlash from heaven and earth.

It was not that they could comprehend the actions of a powerful figure!

Several immortals leaned against each other, huddling together for warmth. Immortal light shone brightly, and immortal energy sprayed out. They brought out all their most treasured skills, magical powers, and magical artifacts.

"Be careful, there are even more terrifyingly powerful beings in the human world!"

“Zi Yang was not weak. For him to die so silently, the person in the shadows must be far more terrifying than the three martial artists in front of us.”

"Is it a curse-based method of killing?"

"No, no!"

"If it wasn't a curse from afar, how could Ziyang have suddenly perished, without even his primordial spirit escaping?"

Stepping into the path of immortality is similar to the divine thought of a martial artist in the mortal world. In the blink of an eye, one can travel thousands or tens of thousands of miles, roaming freely across the heavens and earth. In the blink of an eye, one can witness the vast ocean turning to the desolate Cangwu Mountain. One can play chess with the immortals in the heavens above, or travel all over the netherworld below.

It could be said that immortals may not have many other special abilities.

However, his research into self-preservation and spiritual cultivation is something that is absolutely unimaginable for ordinary martial artists.

They could hardly imagine how terrifyingly powerful an expert must have been to prevent Master Ziyang from even escaping with his primordial spirit, and instead be killed, ending up with his soul scattered.

Horror, disbelief, despair, fear, and other negative emotions surged like a tidal wave, almost drowning these immortals.

(End of this chapter)