Daqin Zhentiansi

Each strike contained destructive power that pierced through the Yuanyue Heavy Sword like millions of red-hot steel needles, penetrating every inch of his "Great Sage Body," his fascia, bone marrow, and even the finest flesh!
That was a "law-level" tempering that transcended ordinary physical attacks.

Under the impact of destructive energy, the flesh and blood fibers continuously broke and decomposed, but under the crazy operation of the Chaotic True Essence and the powerful foundation of the Undying Martial Body, they were reorganized and reshaped at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye!
Just like refined iron being repeatedly forged to remove impurities.

He could feel that after withstanding this impact, his body had undergone a rebirth-like ordeal.

The muscles and bones became denser, gleaming with a faint jade-like luster; the meridians became several times more resilient, able to withstand a more violent surge of true energy.

The core essence of the Undying Martial Body seems to have been honed to become increasingly crystal clear, and its compatibility with the Chaos True Essence has reached a new level.

The next time he faces an impact from laws of the same level, his body's limits will be greatly increased!
The roars and the deep gazes from behind:
However, beneath this exhilarating feeling of increased power, a deep shadow always loomed over it.

As the furnace of consciousness refined that wisp of demonic fire and malevolent aura, it seemed to open a rift in the void.

A series of indistinct, terrifying roars, filled with endless resentment and greed, pierced through the furnace walls and exploded directly in the depths of his soul, like demonic sounds from the deepest part of the netherworld!

"Blood food...delicious...blood food..."

"Not enough...not enough...break...the cage..."

"All...devour...must...devour..."

This roar was not directed at him personally, but rather resembled an instinctive, frenzied thirst for flesh and soul, the instinctive roar of a ferocious creature imprisoned for millennia yearning for freedom!

It was mixed with the desperate cries of millions of lives before their deaths, assaulting Zhang Yuan's mental defenses. Even with his rock-solid will, he felt a chill and a tremor in his heart.

This was by no means the bewitching intent of Bai Qi's previous projection, but a higher-level, more primal, and purer... the hungry cry of the source of the evil sword!

What alerted him even more was that when the demonic roar sounded, his soul perception, which had become exceptionally sharp due to the enhancement of the Nether Spring Sword and the fusion of the Ice Soul Stone sword intent, clearly "heard" the resonance originating from the deepest part of the Sword Tomb!
A chilling, deathly, and terrifying will, seemingly forged from the bones of billions of gods and demons, appeared to be awakened by this roar, slowly "opening" its invisible eyes!
That is the will of the Bone Demon Sword!
The Blazing Fire Sword is colder, more ancient, and... more silent than the Blazing Fire Sword!
It was like the ultimate predator lurking at the end of the netherworld, carrying a pure deathly intent that disregarded everything and devoured all things. Its gaze pierced through layers of spatial barriers and coldly locked onto Zhang Yuan.

As you walk through the chaotic and fragmented spatial flow at the end of the Ice and Fire Corridor, the final raging waves of ice and fire on the fourth floor gradually fade away behind you.

On Zhang Yuanxuan's robe, the dual-polar power of the fourth core layer did not completely dissipate; instead, it transformed into a tangible gift.

Ice and Fire Sword Embryo.

The shattered Ice Crystal Sword and the core of the Burning Star Sword were not annihilated.

Instead, Zhang Yuan forcibly captured and refined it using the Chaos Furnace, transforming it into two peculiar streams of light that were intertwined yet perfectly balanced, swirling around the spine of the Yuanyue Heavy Sword like living things.

This sword embryo, containing the ultimate laws of ice and fire, has already begun to integrate with the origin of the Yuanyue Heavy Sword.

From then on, Zhang Yuan's blade strikes could be imbued with either the "Absolute Freeze" effect, which would freeze and slow the opponent, or the "Star-Burning Annihilation" effect, which would be violent and destructive. The combination of ice and fire would greatly increase its power.

Bai Qi's disintegrating demonic manifestation did not ultimately disappear completely.

At the heart of the final defeat, a remnant of a dark red rune, as blazing as lava stars yet carrying a fierce and ominous aura, was precisely captured and forcibly sealed by the Chaos Furnace in Zhang Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness, transforming into a Calamity Fire Sword Rune.

This Calamity Fire Sword Talisman contains a wisp of the pure essence of the ferocious sword "Calamity Fire".

It is not only a potential weapon or energy source, but also a key, a compass.

With this talisman, Zhang Yuan's perception of the locations of the other twelve fierce swords deep within the Sword Tomb became clearer than ever before, like a lighthouse in the darkness.

Especially the main body of the Calamity Fire Fierce Sword, whose aura was the most violent and turbulent, was so strongly sensed that it could almost hear its struggling roars.

At the same time, the surging ferocious killing intent within the talisman, like a venomous snake ready to devour its prey, constantly assaulted the seal, reminding Zhang Yuan of the terrifying origin of the murderous sword.

It is both an opportunity and a heavy burden.

With this weighty gain and a deeper wariness of the Bone Demon Sword, the group stepped into the twisted vortex leading to the fifth level.

The fifth level of the Sword Tomb is the Spatial Sword Pavilion.

The scene before my eyes suddenly changed!

The ground beneath my feet was no longer solid earth or burning lava, but—nothingness!
Looking up, all I could see was an endless, deep, dark void.

In this void, there hangs a massive, ancient bronze palace.

It is mottled and vigorous, covered with mysterious and complex runes that flow with a faint light like an electrical circuit, as if it were a creation directly transported from the ancient wilderness.

The ancient bronze pavilion hangs suspended in the void.

As you emerge from the raging energy vortex of the fourth level of the Ice and Fire Sword Corridor, a strong sense of weightlessness suddenly washes over you.

Everyone steadied themselves, their eyes filled with awe at the sight before them.

An unimaginably massive bronze pavilion silently floats in the vast, dark void.

The pavilion is mottled and covered with mysterious runes, flowing with a deep luster, like a sleeping ancient beast.

The only path leading into the pavilion is a broken and twisted bronze corridor.

It's less of a corridor and more of a maze haphazardly pieced together from countless shattered mirrors.

Folded sword domain, every step fraught with danger.

Zhang Yuan stood at the forefront, his Yuanyue Heavy Sword pointing diagonally into the void, his profound gaze sweeping across this eerie "mirror maze".

Beneath the calm surface lies a danger powerful enough to tear everything apart.

"Follow my lead. One wrong step and you're doomed." Zhang Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the faint whistling wind in the void.

He moved.

With each step, the foothold twisted eerily, the body making subtle, almost imperceptible, yet ever-changing adjustments.

One moment her figure was clearly visible, the next it was as if half of her clothes had been erased by an invisible eraser.

It then reappeared behind another distorted fragment of space.

That was a spatial rift invisible to the naked eye that narrowed the distance between us!

Xuan Chengzi followed closely behind, the silk threads of his whisk extending out a clear and mysterious light as he carefully sensed every subtle tremor of the folds in the space ahead, his forehead already beaded with sweat.

Cheng Yue leaned on the ancient sword, his feet seemingly glued to the deck, relying on the earth-like stability of his sword intent to resist the omnipresent pulling sensation, making each step difficult.

Wu Daoling's three thousand Yongtian Sword Armorers, while maintaining individual defense, moved as if trapped in mud under a hundred times the gravity, each step so heavy that sparks flew from the friction of the armor plates.

"puff!"

A barely audible tearing sound rang out.

A disciple of the Yin Sha Sect, who was slightly behind the group, attempted to step over a seemingly intact bronze slab, and half of his body vanished into thin air!
The cut was smooth as a mirror, with no blood splattering, only the darkness that was instantly swallowed by the spatial rift. His remaining half of his body stiffened for a moment, then crashed down, crushed into the crack in the deck by the invisible force of gravity.

The screams were distorted by the space, making them unusually short and abrupt, adding to the horror.

The mural opens its eyes, and a sword flashes through the wall!
Just as the group reached the middle of the corridor, the bronze wall seemed to awaken.

The ancient sword cultivator image engraved on the wall suddenly flashed with a cold, sharp light in his eyes!
"Chichichichi——!"

Dozens of phantom figures, imbued with murderous sword intent, stepped out from the walls on both sides without warning!

Their forms were hazy, their faces indistinct, but the sword light in their hands was incredibly solid, carrying with it a chilling spatial fluctuation.

The sword techniques were even more bizarre and unparalleled.

Even though he was still swinging his sword several feet away, the immense sword energy contained in the blade vanished the instant he swung it, and the next moment he appeared out of thin air in the densest part of the crowd!
"Beware of spatial folding!"

Xuan Chengzi shouted, and his whisk transformed into thousands of mysterious threads of light, attempting to capture and lock onto these ever-changing sword shadows.

But it's too late!

Several disciples of the Flowing Cloud Sect and an elder of Golden Cloud Island didn't even have time to defend themselves before their protective spiritual light and bodies were instantly pierced by the strange, folding sword energy!
The blood mist was immediately smoothed out by spatial fluctuations, and the corpse slumped down under a hundred times the gravity, creaking under the pressure.

"Roar!"

A warrior in full armor roared and swung his sword to meet a close-range sword shadow. The clash of swords produced a piercing explosion, and the immense force forced him to kneel on one knee, his armor deeply dented.

Behind him, another sword shadow had quietly emerged from the void beside one of his companions!

"Humph!"

At the climax of the sword attack, Zhang Yuan let out a cold snort.

He no longer dodged the interwoven spatial cracks in front of him; with a flick of his palm, several strange metals shimmered with starlight.

Meteorite iron shot out!

"Certainly!"

The primordial chaos essence flowed like a rushing river into the meteorite iron.

With a humming sound, the meteorite iron burst forth with soft silver spatial ripples, instantly constructing a "relatively stable" domain within a three-zhang radius around Zhang Yuan!

The violent spatial folds were forcibly smoothed out, and the hundredfold gravity seemed to be reduced by 80%, forming an isolated island that remained unmoved amidst the raging waves.

The pressure on everyone eased, and they all moved closer to the silver area.

At the same time, Zhang Yuan's gaze locked onto the sword shadow clone with the strongest aura among the group of sword shadow clones, which seemed to be the command core.

Its form became more solid, and with each stroke of its longsword, the ripples in the surrounding space became more intense, forcing Wu Daoling and Cheng Yue to retreat repeatedly.

"Break it for me!"

Instead of retreating, Zhang Yuan advanced, meeting the fatal sword strike that seemed to disregard spatial distance as the core sword shadow unleashed once more. He pointed his fingers like a sword and fiercely thrust them out!
At the fingertips, there was not dazzling brilliance, but a gray ray of light that was so restrained that it seemed to cause the space itself to collapse!

There was no earth-shattering sound, only a slight "ripping" sound like tearing fabric.

The folded sword light that the core sword shadow thrust forth disintegrated inch by inch as it approached the gray light, as if sinking into a quagmire!

Wherever the gray light passed, the space rippled violently, piercing through the core of the sword shadow with unparalleled precision!
Sword Shadow's movements suddenly froze, and countless fine black spatial cracks burst open from the inside out, along with the spatial folding power it had triggered, all collapsing with a roar!
With the main shadow gone, the attacks of the remaining sword shadows were immediately thrown into chaos, and their momentum was greatly reduced.

With the pressure on Xuan Chengzi and the others greatly reduced, they immediately seized the opportunity to counterattack.

However, something strange happened suddenly!

Just as Zhang Yuan revealed the main shadow, the old force dissipated, and the new force had not yet arisen, the silver anchor point domain, having withstood the core sword shadow's final counterattack, showed slight fluctuations—

"Hahahaha! Zhang Qingyang! Die here! Explode—!"

The maniacal laughter of "Scarface" Tu Qianxiong, the leader of the Blood Wolf Alliance, suddenly rang out from behind a corner in the corridor where space was distorted!

Several dark figures simultaneously raised their hands, and several "Void Lightning Talismans" flashing with destructive spatial fluctuations were hurled at several spatial nodes near Zhang Yuan's standing area!

"Boom! Boom boom boom—!!!"

A blinding, silvery-white flash!
A terrifying turbulence, powerful enough to tear space apart, erupted instantly, like a void beast breaking free from its cage, baring its fangs and claws to devour everything in its path!
A huge rift was torn open in the bronze corridor, and the remaining sword shadows were instantly annihilated. A chaotic energy storm roared and rushed straight towards the temporary "island" where Zhang Yuan and his group were!
"Oh no!" Cheng Yue's face turned ashen, and everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

In a flash, a cold glint appeared in Zhang Yuan's eyes!

Instead of reinforcing the crumbling silver domain, he did something astonishing.

Suddenly, the chaotic true essence supporting the meteorite iron was withdrawn!
The edge of the anchor point domain collapsed instantly, and the spatial turbulence surged towards him like a burst dam.

He stood as steady as a rock at the forefront of the torrent, his gaze like that of a hawk, piercing through the violent and chaotic energy storm, locking onto Tu Qianxiong, who was grinning smugly at his perfect attack!
In order to stabilize himself in this chaotic space, he subconsciously revealed a uniquely shaped array-breaking cone that shimmered with dark light!

"Well done!"

With a low shout, Zhang Yuan suddenly slammed the Yuanyue Heavy Sword, which had just shattered the sword shadows and whose momentum had not yet faded, down to his feet!
"Ice and Fire Summon! Swift!"

"Buzz!"

On the Yuanyue Heavy Sword, the two-colored light stream containing the ice and fire sword embryo suddenly burst forth!

A bone-chilling cold current erupted from the left side of the sword spine, instantly slowing down the spatial turmoil that was rushing towards the forefront.

On the right side of the sword's spine, a torrent of blazing flames rises, capable of incinerating the stars.

Like an invisible, destructive giant hand, it slammed into the "back" of the energy storm that had been slowed down by the cold current!
"Boom!"

The chaotic power of ice and fire intertwined became the final spark that ignited the powder keg!
The already chaotic spatial storm was further amplified by Zhang Yuan's stroke of genius, instantly changing its course and increasing its speed and destructive power several times over!
It transformed into a steel beast, utterly enraged and turning its spear around, emitting a piercing shriek that tore through the void.

With a ferocity far exceeding that of before, it fiercely retaliated against the instigator, Tu Qianxiong, and the elite Blood Wolf Alliance soldiers beside him!

"No—it's impossible! Ah—!!!"

The sinister smile on Tu Qianxiong's face instantly turned into boundless horror and despair!
His protective magical artifacts shone brightly, attempting to resist the double-layered void storm.

But faced with this destructive turbulence that exceeded his control, his proud defenses were as flimsy as paper!
Along with several Blood Wolf Alliance confidants beside him, they and their magical artifacts were instantly swallowed up by the raging silver-black turbulent current!

The gleaming black array-breaking cone flew out of his hand, becoming the last trace of Tu Qianxiong's existence. (End of Chapter)