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Chapter 270 The Final Battle 4: Using the Heart as a Sword

In an instant, Chen Ye's outstretched palm seemed to transform into a bottomless abyss. The energy torrent that had gathered, formed from the desires of all living beings, was no longer a scattered and mottled band of light, but began to undergo an unprecedented compression and fusion within Chen Ye's palm.

Anger, sadness, joy, fear, love, hatred, greed... these emotions, which should be ethereal and exist only in the hearts of living beings, have now become substantial.

They transformed into the purest energy, colliding, squeezing, and fusing wildly in Chen Ye's palm.

The pain caused by this process far exceeds any physical torture.

Chen Ye felt as if his soul had been thrown into a huge furnace, repeatedly burned, torn, and tempered by thousands of completely different wills.

Every moment, he has to bear the joys and sorrows experienced by countless living beings throughout their lives.

One second he was a top scholar who had just passed the imperial examination and was celebrating his wedding night, full of pride and self-satisfaction.

The next second he became a homeless man, his family destroyed, his wife and children separated, begging alone in the cold wind, his heart filled with endless regret and despair.

These complex and overwhelming torrents of emotions, enough to drive someone to mental breakdown, are currently raging against Chen Ye's will.

The cracks on his body surface were becoming more numerous and deeper, spreading all over his body like a spider web, like a piece of porcelain about to shatter.

"elder brother!"

Xia Ling Shuang let out a cry of alarm. She could feel that Chen Ye was enduring tremendous pain. Even a wisp of that power made her feel as if her soul was being torn apart.

Bai Yingluo's pretty face also turned pale. She subconsciously wanted to step forward, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.

That was the field of desire that Chen Ye unconsciously emitted. This power was so great that even he himself could not control it. Any living being that dared to approach would be torn to pieces by the violent torrent of desire in an instant.

Above the sky, the hundred-foot-tall demon god transformed from Wu Baxian, after the initial shock, couldn't help but reveal a ferocious sneer on his face.

"To gather the power of all living beings' desires—how could you even think of that! Who do you think you are? A god?!"

"Trying to bear the weight of the mortal world with a mortal body? You are courting your own destruction! I don't even need to lift a finger; you will be burst apart by this power, your soul and spirit annihilated!"

His judgment was correct.

Theoretically speaking, Chen Ye's actions at this moment are no different from an ordinary person trying to fill the entire Pacific Ocean into his water glass. The only result is that the glass will be destroyed and he will die.

However, he miscalculated one thing: Chen Ye was not an ordinary person.

He possesses a job panel from another world, completely unrelated to this realm!
He is the master of lust! He is the king of desire!

"My will is the law that all beings cannot resist!" Facing the excruciating pain that could tear one's soul apart, Chen Ye's eyes grew even brighter and more resolute as he murmured.

Instead of being swallowed up by the endless torrent of desire, he began to sort out this violent power.

At this moment, he pushed his talent for the Throne of Desire to its limit!
In his vision, the energy vortex formed by the convergence of countless streams of emotional light was undergoing a qualitative change at its core.

Under that extreme compression, all emotions and desires begin to shed their original attributes, transforming into something more primal and pure.

Just as countless trickles eventually converge into a roaring river, Chen Ye's will is the only dam that controls this river!

"Give me... Condensate!"

With a roar from the depths of Chen Ye's soul, hum!

A phantom longsword with a chaotic color suddenly appeared and then quietly floated in Chen Ye's palm.

This sword has no physical form; it is sometimes clear and sometimes blurry. It seems as if the joys and sorrows of billions of living beings are constantly unfolding on its blade. One glance at it will make you sink into its world and be unable to escape.

This is the Heart Sword that Chen Ye ultimately forged by using himself as a furnace, the desires of all living beings as fuel, and the vast mortal world as an anvil!
The moment this sword appeared, everything in the world seemed to lose its color.

Neither the raging demonic flames burning on Wu Baxian's body nor the righteous aura emanating from the academy members in the distance could compare to the brilliance emanating from this sword.

Everyone's eyes were involuntarily drawn to the sword.

Empress Wu Zhao, Chen Wan'er, Jing Zhaoning, Bai Yingluo, Xia Lingshuang... When they looked at that sword, it was as if they were seeing their deepest, most secret, and strongest desires.

What Wu Zhao saw was a peaceful and prosperous world where all nations paid tribute and the seas were calm and the rivers were clear.

What Chen Wan'er saw was her younger brother's peace and happiness, and the family's glory for generations to come.

What Jing Zhaoning saw was a world of peace and harmony, free from evil spirits, where everyone could become a sage.

Their faces involuntarily revealed a look of infatuation and longing.

The smile on Wu Baxian's face froze completely the moment he saw the sword.

His pupils, burning with black demonic flames, contracted sharply, revealing an emotion called fear.

As a former extraterrestrial demon, he had witnessed countless world-destroying magical treasures and countless inconceivable supernatural powers.

But he had never seen such a bizarre weapon before!
The feeling this sword gave him was completely beyond the realm of power; it was as if it were the collective will of all living beings in this world!
As Chen Ye below formed his Heart Sword, the spiderweb-like cracks on his body began to heal at a visible speed, and the violent, almost out-of-control power was completely absorbed by the Heart Sword in his hand.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze calmly fixed on the hundred-foot-tall demon god in the sky. His aura didn't become stronger; instead, it seemed as if it had been completely drained by the Heart Sword, making him appear like an ordinary person.

Yet, this seemingly ordinary Chen Ye made Wu Baxian feel an unprecedented threat.

"Now," Chen Ye slowly raised the Heart Sword in his hand, its tip pointing towards the demon god in the sky, "do you still think you can rule this world?"

The words were plain, yet they carried an undeniable sense of judgment.

Wu Baxian's face turned extremely ugly.

He knew that he had no way out.

"Insanity!"

With a roar, the hundred-foot-tall demon god suddenly raised his arm, and a black sun composed of pure demonic energy instantly condensed on his enormous hand, which was large enough to cover the sky!
"No matter what kind of sorcery you use! Before my absolute power, you will all be reduced to ashes!"

"Maro Piercing the Sun!"

boom!
This black sun, carrying the terrifying power to burn mountains and boil seas and destroy everything, crashed down on Chen Ye below!
Space itself began to distort and shatter before this black sun, revealing the pitch-black void behind it.

This is the ultimate manifestation of Wu Baxian's demonic cultivation accumulated through hundreds of reincarnations, and it is the source power of his being an extraterrestrial demon!

He was confident that even a true god would have to retreat after this attack!
However, Chen Ye's face remained expressionless in the face of this devastating attack.

He simply extended the Heart Sword in his hand forward.

There are no sword moves, no techniques, just a simple and pure forward thrust.

laugh.

It was as if a red-hot iron had been plunged into cold water.

This sword of the heart, forged from the desires of all living beings, collided with that black demonic sun, powerful enough to destroy mountains and rivers, in a completely unadorned way.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any devastating energy storm.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Everyone saw that the illusory longsword of chaotic color did not hesitate at all the moment it touched the black demonic sun. It passed through it so easily, like a hot knife cutting through butter.

Wherever the sword light passed, the towering demonic flames burning on the black demonic sun were instantly extinguished, and the terrifying energy that was capable of distorting space also dissipated into nothingness like a punctured balloon.

The whole process was eerily quiet.

After piercing through the black demonic sun, the Heart Sword continued its upward momentum, maintaining its unremarkable posture, and continued to pierce towards the hundred-foot-tall demon god in the sky.

"What?!" Wu Baxian's pupils, burning with black demonic flames, suddenly contracted, his face filled with disbelief.

His powerful attack, which contained ninety percent of his demonic cultivation, was actually... broken just like that?

How can this be? !
Before he could think it through, a deadly sense of crisis from the depths of his soul made him instinctively want to dodge.

However, he was horrified to find that his body seemed to be locked in place by an invisible force, and he could not move at all.

That wasn't spatial confinement, but a much more bizarre state.

He felt as if there was some unbreakable causal connection between himself and the sword.

If this sword wants to pierce him, he cannot escape no matter where he flees to.

"No!" Wu Ba let out a roar filled with shock and rage.

He stopped trying to dodge and instead unleashed the remaining demonic energy within his body, condensing it in front of him into a massive shield a hundred feet thick, covered with countless demonic runes.

At the same time, his hundred-foot-tall demonic body, composed of demonic energy, began to solidify at a visible speed, with layers of tangible black scales appearing on his skin.

This is his original demonic body as an extraterrestrial demon, and its defensive power is strong enough to withstand the bombardment of heavenly lightning without being injured!
However, the next moment, there was a hissing sound!
The heart sword was not hindered at all the moment it came into contact with the magic shield.

It was like a phantom that didn't exist in this dimension, completely ignoring the magic shield's physical defenses and easily passing through it.

Immediately afterwards, it pierced through Wu Baxian's indestructible demonic body.

The entire process remained completely silent.

Wu Ba looked down at his perfectly intact chest, and was stunned for a moment before revealing a look of wild joy at surviving a disaster.

"Hahahaha! It turns out it was all show and no substance! You scared me to death!"

He thought Chen Ye's sword strike was just some kind of illusion attack, and had no real killing power at all.

However, his laughter came to an abrupt halt before it could subside, as an indescribable pain exploded deep within his soul!

(End of this chapter)