Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 143: The Eternal Sword of Moment - Sword Slashing the Nascent Soul Stage
Under the overwhelming force, Lin Fan felt his blood and energy surge like magma, surging wildly. He was completely out of control and stumbled backwards.

With every step back, the solid ground beneath his feet sank deeper, leaving behind footprints that were violently vibrating with spiritual power. The air around him was also buzzing with this force, as if it could not bear the weight.

In an instant, Lin Fan's face turned as pale as paper, without any blood. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his breathing became rapid and heavy.

He clenched his teeth and tried his best to endure the excruciating pain in his body. His body trembled slightly uncontrollably and every inch of his muscles was cramping in pain.

Looking at Wang Tiangu again, a trace of bright red blood slowly seeped out from the corner of his mouth, which looked particularly shocking on his originally cold and majestic face, which seemed to be carved by a knife and an axe.

His eyes were full of disbelief. As a powerful Yuanying stage cultivator, he was also a hegemon in the world of immortal cultivation, but he was actually injured by a small Jindan stage cultivator. This was an unprecedented shame and humiliation in his immortal cultivation career!
After the shock, anger instantly burned in his heart. His eyes turned red in an instant, like a mad beast, emitting a terrifying murderous light.

"Humph!"

Wang Tiangu snorted angrily, and then the ghost energy around him surged wildly again.

The strong ghost energy was like a materialized dark cloud, enveloping him tightly. Faint bursts of ghostly howls could be heard from the ghost energy, which was creepy and seemed like a curse from the Nine Nether Hell.

"How dare a mere Jindan cultivator hurt me!"

"Today, I will make you pay a heavy price for what you have done!"

After saying this, he formed seals with his hands as fast as a phantom, and the ghost energy around him surged wildly. The thick black mist was centered on him and spread out in all directions like a surging tide. Wherever it went, everything was swallowed up by the darkness.

The ghost energy in the air quickly condensed into countless illusory evil ghost heads, each of which had fangs and claws, a hideous face, and made sharp and piercing roars. The sound seemed to be able to penetrate the soul. They pounced towards Lin Fan frantically, as if to tear his soul apart.

Under the devastating and terrifying impact just now, Lin Fan felt as if his internal organs were hit repeatedly by a heavy hammer, suffering extremely serious injuries.

The meridians in his body were like fragile silk threads, several of which were broken. Blood flowed wildly and uncontrollably in the meridians. The piercing pain came like a surging tide, wave after wave, making him almost faint, and his consciousness began to become blurred.

It was not until this moment that Lin Fan truly realized how huge the gap was between the Jindan stage and the Yuanying stage. He had really underestimated this huge gap that seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

He originally thought that he had a profound foundation and his magic power far exceeded that of ordinary Jindan stage cultivators, which was several times that of the same level. His spiritual awareness was even stronger than that of early Yuanying stage cultivators.

But when facing a powerful Yuanying stage expert, these advantages seem so insignificant in the face of the absolute gap in strength, and are simply unable to make up for the huge gap in strength between the two sides.

On the verge of life and death, Lin Fan was extremely anxious. Without time to think, he slapped his storage bag and took out several bottles of healing pills from it with skillful and urgent movements, and drank them all in one gulp.

The pill entered his throat and turned into a warm current, slowly traveling through his body, trying to repair the damaged meridians and internal organs, but the severe pain still followed him.

Then, he endured the severe pain all over his body and quickly made a sword gesture. Spiritual power flashed at his fingertips and light flowed.

In an instant, the Seven Star Swords seemed to be summoned spirits, humming and moving rapidly. In the blink of an eye, they formed a powerful Seven Star Sword Formation, surrounding Lin Fan and forming an indestructible defensive wall.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The loud noise of the evil ghost's head colliding with the sword formation continued, like thunder exploding in Lin Fan's ears, making his eardrums hurt.

Every collision caused the sword formation to shake violently, and the light of the sword formation flickered, as if it would be defeated by this terrifying force at any time.

Lin Fan's magic power dropped sharply, his body was shaky, and his already injured body was even worse. Every breath was accompanied by a sharp pain.

He felt that his strength was rapidly draining away like sand in an hourglass as the sword formation trembled. The spiritual power in his body seemed to be wantonly disturbed by an invisible giant hand, running around everywhere, causing the broken meridians to become more and more painful. The piercing pain came in waves, making his eyes go black and almost losing consciousness.

Looking at the evil ghost heads in the sky, their number did not decrease at all, and they continued to rush towards the sword formation one after another. Each one carried a murderous aura that could devour him, as if it was endless.

The air around seemed to be polluted by this ghostly aura, becoming icy cold and freezing. Every breath was filled with a disgusting stench that made people almost suffocate.

Lin Fan's vision began to blur and his consciousness gradually became dispersed. He knew that the Seven Star Sword Formation would not last long.

In this desperate situation, an unprecedented despair surged in his heart, as if he was shrouded in endless darkness.

He looked around and saw that the mountains, rivers and land were in ruins. The beautiful scenery of the past was no longer there, leaving only devastation, as if the end of the world had come.

However, I, who had a foundation far beyond that of an ordinary person, was powerless in the face of this absolute gap in strength.

At this moment, Wang Tiangu's hideous laughter was heard: "Little bastard, today is the day you die!" This voice was like a death warrant, making Lin Fan's despair even stronger, and his heartbeat became more rapid.

His legs could no longer support the weight of his body. He fell to his knees with a plop, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair.

But the evil ghost head had no intention of stopping its attack and hit the sword formation more and more violently. The shadow of death was enveloping him step by step, making it difficult for him to breathe.

In this desperate situation where life and death hang on a thread, Lin Fan's mind seemed to have been fast-forwarded, and the vast amount of information he had absorbed from the world of novels in his previous life came flooding in like a tide.

The first to be hit is the astonishing "Sword Twenty-Three". This sword skill perfectly integrates essence, energy and spirit, turning it into a fierce attack at the level of consciousness. It can not only transcend the constraints of time and space, but also has the incredible ability to stop time and confine space. Once it is launched, no one can resist it. It can be called an unstoppable killing move.

What followed was a flood of various insights and explanations of concepts related to Kendo.

The unity of mind and sword, pursues the high degree of fit between the state of mind and sword skills, controls the sword with the mind, and the sword follows the heart; the unity of man and sword, integrates oneself with the sword, reaches the state of no self and no sword, and every gesture is a sword move; the unity of man and nature, goes a step further, merges oneself with the nature of heaven and earth, and uses the power of heaven and earth to display the supreme sword art.

There were also various artistic conceptions, sword intent, and even willpower...all sorts of mysterious concepts, the perceptions and insights of countless protagonists, all madly intertwined and violently swirling in Lin Fan's mind, as if a storm of thoughts was raging, confusing his consciousness.

In this world of consciousness that seems to be the beginning of chaos, the concept of time becomes vague. It seems like the result of tens of millions of years of sedimentation and thinking, but it also seems like just a flash of lightning.

Lin Fan concentrated on sifting and identifying this massive amount of information, extracting the essence and discarding the dross, integrating these precious insights and knowledge bit by bit. Each integration was accompanied by a severe headache.

Finally, on the brink of life and death, Lin Fan successfully comprehended his own unique way, which was the supreme sword intent containing endless destructive power - "Sword Intent of Destruction".

But he was not satisfied with this. Instead, he took advantage of the victory and integrated the "Sword Intent of Destruction" with the secret method of spiritual attack "Sword of God Killing and Soul Severing", as well as the essence of "Sword Twenty-Three". After countless deductions and attempts, an unprecedented magical power - "Instant Eternal Sword" came into being.

Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw were densely packed ghosts that were attacking him madly with their fangs and claws bared. Not far away, the figures of the Jindan stage cultivator from the Ghost Spirit Sect and Wang Chan also came into view.

In an instant, a flash of murderous intent flashed across his eyes, then vanished. The excruciating pain in his body surged like a surging tide, wave after wave, threatening to completely drown him.

But Lin Fan relied on his strong willpower to suppress the pain. Then, he quickly made hand gestures with his hands, and gradually, a dazzling golden sword shadow slowly emerged in Lin Fan's eyes.

In an instant, a sword intent with the power to destroy the heavens and the earth surged and spread out.

Wherever this sword intent reached, the surrounding air seemed to be cut madly by countless sharp blades, making a sharp "sizzling" sound. The nearby grass and trees were unable to resist under the influence of this terrifying sword intent, and were broken in half and turned into powder.

With Lin Fan as the center, a vacuum zone with a radius of several meters quickly formed. Everything around him, whether it was stubborn stones, dead branches or lingering ghostly auras, was forcibly annihilated by this sword intent, disappearing completely as if they had never existed.

Looking closely, the airflow at the edge of the vacuum zone was twisting and tumbling wildly, as if being kneaded by an invisible giant hand and bearing unimaginable pressure.

Every fluctuation of spiritual power floating in the air seemed to be telling of the dominance and terror of this sword intent, making people shudder.

In the face of this sword intent, time seemed to be slowed down, becoming extremely slow; space became like a distorted canvas, with wrinkles everywhere, and the whole world became distorted and weird.

Wang Tiangu, who was locked by Lin Fan, suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill, like a dormant ice beast, running from his back along his spine straight to his forehead, freezing him so much that his soul was trembling.

In an instant, the strong smell of death enveloped him like an overwhelming tide. Every breath was like swallowing boiling lead water, hot, heavy and extremely difficult.

Then, he discovered with horror that his body seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible shackle. His hands and feet could not move, and only his eyes and mind were still barely functioning.

Everything around seemed to be paused. The sound of the wind and the roar of ghosts stopped abruptly. Even the air stopped flowing. The whole world fell into deathly silence, as if time had stopped.

Just when Wang Tiangu was filled with fear, his mind was blank, and he didn't know what to do, an invisible sword filled with destructive sword intent - the Instant Eternal Sword, whizzed out at a speed faster than the speed of light.

This sword transcends the constraints of space and time, ignores all distance restrictions, and appears in Wang Tiangu's sea of ​​consciousness like a ghost in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, severe pain spread to the depths of his soul. Wang Tiangu had no time to react at all, and a shrill scream burst out of his mouth: "Ah--" The scream was full of fear and despair, and kept echoing in this dead space.

Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp "click" sound, which seemed like the roar of chaos when Pangu created the world, or the final sound of space shattering when the universe collapsed.

At this moment, Wang Tiangu's soul was ruthlessly destroyed by the Eternal Sword and disappeared without a trace, as if he had never existed in this world, leaving only deathly silence.

At the same time, his body and everything on it were torn apart in an instant like fragile tissue paper by the terrifying destructive sword intent, turning into a wisp of flying ash and dissipating completely between heaven and earth, as if he had never existed in this world.

(End of this chapter)