Daqin Zhentiansi

Ignoring the terrifying demonic barrier in front of him that was powerful enough to shatter the soul and body of a peak Saint Realm cultivator, and ignoring the oppressive force that could even solidify and stagnate time and space, he stretched out his right hand!

Those slender fingers were like pillars that could grasp the universe and stir up the stars!

Target: The Sea Burial Monument!

He actually wanted to use his bare physical body to reach out and grab the main body of the demonic treasure that suppressed all directions with the power of destiny!

"Om..."

The clamor of heaven and earth seemed to freeze at this moment.

Heaven and earth seemed to freeze!

Bai Qi's blood-red eyes, which had been filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood and had witnessed countless ages of slaughter, suddenly contracted violently and uncontrollably!

His robes, which surged like solidified blood waves, suddenly froze, as if frozen by an invisible force. The ripples that had spread when he manipulated the laws of space vanished without a trace.

"...Physical body, ultimate realm!" Bai Qi squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, his voice as deep and cold as shattering ice in the deepest hell.

His mind, which had become almost indifferent after experiencing countless battles with the Great Sages, was stirred up by the pure and supreme physical power before him.

He had seen the golden body of the Buddha who had attained enlightenment through his own body, and he had seen the ancient demon whose body was forged like a divine weapon.

But when have you ever seen anyone, with their pure flesh and blood, disregard the "Heavenly Mandate Severance" barrier formed by the origin of the demonic path, and hold up the Burial Sea Stele as firmly as if it were a mortal stone?!

The celestial light and splendor behind Master Xuanming dimmed instantly. His withered hands gripped the jade staff tightly, his knuckles turning blue and white. His eyes were wide open, and his throat bobbed, but he couldn't utter a sound.

That was a kind of brute force that transcended the understanding of Taoism, an ultimate way of overcoming skill with brute force!

The Great Sage in His Physical Body...

This legendary realm has actually been reached by someone right before our eyes!
The cultivators of Penglai were deeply shaken, their eyes glazed over.

The Sea Burial Monument was an insurmountable barrier in their eyes, but now it was held firmly in the palm of one hand by a single person!
Zhang Yuan's bare upper body was bulging with muscles like coiled dragons and snakes, and his bronze skin shimmered with a molten luster. Every twitch of his muscles seemed to cause the space to groan under its own weight.

"Boom—crash—!"

Zhang Yuan took a step forward!
The void beneath his feet did not shatter like glass, but rather resembled a giant ice block unable to withstand immense pressure. Starting from where he landed, spiderweb-like black cracks spread wildly, instantly covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles!
Space fragments flew like ice crystals, then were crushed into dust by an invisible force, forming a chaotic void storm area that set off the majestic figure ascending into the sky!
Its momentum was so great that it far surpassed the clash of laws between the previous powerful beings.

Even the ancient mythical beast, the Great Sage, who treads on stars and the moon, is no match for this!

In this breathtaking scene, the core demonic realm isolated by the Burial Sea Stele undergoes another transformation!

As the wreckage of the flying ship was exposed, several dark figures, as black as ink and containing violent demonic thoughts, tore through the viscous demonic energy, carrying monstrous demonic flames and nauseating filth, and like a group of sharks smelling blood, they frantically pounced on the half of the bronze giant ship!

"Demons...coveting the flying boat!" Master Xuanming exclaimed in shock.

Zhang Yuan's gaze swept across the figures below, amidst the surging demonic energy, who were enduring their injuries and reassembling their shattered sword intent. His voice, like thunder, resounded throughout the sea and sky:

"Where are the disciples of the Nine Yang Sword Sect?!"

"exist!!"

Ten thousand roars merged into one, a roar that resonated from ten thousand indomitable sword hearts and ten thousand blood-stained broken swords!
Although the sword energy was weak and mixed, the will was more concentrated than ever before!
“Zheng——!!!”

In response to them, Zhang Yuan unleashed a deafening sword cry!

It was not the sound of a blade, but the purest, most exquisite echo of a sword!
The image of Emperor Xuanwu did not dissipate, but a magnificent giant sword, instantly condensed from endless chaotic true essence and martial will, burst forth from its sheath at his waist!

This sword light condensed the vast starry sky essence comprehended from the Nine Heavens Formless Sword Technique, and also incorporated Zhang Yuan's profound understanding of the Nine Yang Sword Sect's sword spirit of facing death and living, and never giving up in a hundred battles!

The vast and boundless Nine Heavens Formless True Meaning was not a simulation, but directly triggered the fragmented yet pure "Shattered Array" sword intent of 100,000 sword cultivators!
"Gather my sword intent—Iron Wall!! Slash!"

Zhang Yuanqing's right hand remained motionless, while his left hand formed a sword-finger gesture and made a sweeping motion in the air!
The magnificent giant sword hanging at the waist of the Chaos Emperor did not strike, but instead disintegrated in mid-air!

Transforming into countless fine, gray-gold sword threads, like a torrent of light traversing the heavens, it instantly merged into the shattered sword energy resonating among the hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators below! "Buzz—!!!"

A miracle has occurred!

The 100,000 originally dim and nearly dissipated broken sword energies suddenly shone brightly the moment they merged into the gray-gold sword threads!

Each wisp of sword energy seemed to be infused with unimaginable resilience, sharpness, and supreme sword power.

They were no longer scattered threads, but instantly intertwined, coalesced, and layered between the wreckage of the flying ship and the surging demonic shadows!
A towering sword wall, constructed of pure sword intent, over a thousand feet thick, radiating dazzling light and exuding a resolute will to annihilate evil, rose from the ground!

Above the barrier, the chaotic starry sky swirls, the nine suns leap with raging flames, and countless indomitable faces and phantoms appear and roar within it!
“Rumble——!!!”

The demon army's charge was like a towering wave of blood crashing into a group of steel reefs!
The raging demonic energy, the filthy curses, and the claws powerful enough to tear space apart crashed fiercely against the indestructible sword wall!
The barrier trembled violently, producing a deafening roar, but... it didn't rupture!
The barrier, formed by the will of 100,000 sword cultivators and enhanced by Zhang Yuan's sword intent, withstood the devastating impact, smashing countless demonic shadows to pieces and scattering their demonic flames!
Behind the barrier, the airship is safe!
"Hoo..." A hint of approval, almost imperceptible to anyone, flashed across Bai Qi's bloodshot eyes.

He gazed at the "iron wall" forged by Zhang Yuan and the combined sword intent of ten thousand swords, feeling the seamless and boundless true meaning of swordsmanship within it. He muttered to himself, his voice audible only to the spatial ripples around him: "Heh... so you kid... you still say you don't understand swordsmanship?"

Master Xuanming stared in disbelief: "The fusion of immortality and martial arts is already astonishing... but this is the ultimate mastery of the sword?!"

On the Polu, Li Yu, from the Ministry of Works, gripped the railing tightly, staring at the sword wall that had blocked the world-destroying demonic tide, and exclaimed, "A sword formation? No! This is the living will of the sword! How could the Marquis control it like this!"

Above Fusang, war drums thundered!
"The Iron Wall of Cold Edge is complete! The Demonic Barrier has crumbled! All troops—Ride the Waves!!!"

Under the cover of the roaring Sky-Splitting Cannons, and guided by the war aura of the Xuanwu Emperor, the rune-inscribed chariots of the Eastern Frontier's new army, the heavily armored, swift infantry of the Northern Frontier, and the demon-slaying divine machines of the Imperial Guards—all had already accumulated to their full potential.

Like a volcanic torrent suppressed to its limit, accompanied by a deafening battle roar, it smashed through the last thin layer of magical barrier!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Countless military formations fiercely penetrated the battlefield of Guixu Sea Eye, which had been cleaved open by Zhang Yuan's sword light and stabilized by the sword wall!

The chariots crushed the blood and filth, the rain of magic-piercing crossbow bolts tore apart low-level monsters, and the elite soldiers formed a great formation to annihilate the escaped demon generals.

The brilliance of the Dao of Immortality, the Dao of Martial Arts, and the Dao of Confucianism intertwined and collided on the battlefield, tearing apart and purifying the filthy realm of evil forces inch by inch!
The Guixu Sea Eye has finally become one with its inner and outer parts connected!
The tide of battle has suddenly turned!

"Whoosh—!"

Above the sky, in the deep and boundless rift of the demonic realm, a deafening roar filled with rage, resentment, and unwillingness suddenly resounded!

A primordial will that made the entire boundless sea tremble suddenly descended!

The Sea Burial Stele, which was shrouded in the Guixu Sea Eye, had its demonic patterns rapidly light up like lava, bursting out with terrifying power that tore through space. The stele trembled violently, trying to break free from Zhang Yuan's palm and escape back through the void!

"Humph!"

Zhang Yuan let out a cold snort, his feet shattering the void as firmly as a rock!

He suddenly exerted force with his five fingers, each finger seemingly transforming into five chaotic divine chains that wrapped around the monument. Despite the demonic patterns scorching the void and emitting piercing shrieks, the monument remained completely still!
Right now!

Something quietly appeared in his left hand, which he had not loosened his grip on.

It was not a sword or spear.

It was a mace, entirely dark gold, covered with ancient and mysterious seal script!
Exactly—

Azure Dragon Mace!
The golden light emanates from within, like the slumbering sun being awakened, and ancient and majestic seal script lights up one by one on the mace.

The vast and powerful Confucian and Taoist order solidified into a tangible form, with countless phantom images of mountains, rivers, states, rituals, music, bells, and tripods flowing and rising around it, faintly emitting a sacred dragon's roar that pierced through eternity!

Using the power of Confucianism and Taoism to control the dragon's pattern.

The golden light was not dazzling, but it carried an irresistible and majestic aura of righteousness, pointing directly at the desperately struggling Burial Sea Monument!
To seize the sea-burial monument?
No.

Zhang Yuan slowly raised the Azure Dragon Mace in his hand! (End of this chapter)