Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

Boundless humiliation and rage overwhelmed his last shred of reason and fear!

He soared to the heavens, a dignified Taiyi of the Second Tribulation.

When has the master of the Heavenly Sword Sect ever been subjected to such blatant contempt and insult?!

"Dao Xuan! You're asking for death!"

Ling Juexiao went completely berserk, disregarding everything else, and unleashed his terrifying cultivation as a second-stage Taiyi cultivator without reservation!

He roared to the sky, his voice like a dragon's cry and a sword's clashing, capable of piercing gold and splitting stone!

"Heavenly Limitless Strength, Sky-Piercing Sword!"

Clang—!

The sword that had been hovering above his head suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly intense brilliance!

On the sword's blade, countless ancient runes lit up one after another.

A desolate, terrifying sword intent, capable of annihilating everything, surged into the sky.

Stirring up the winds and clouds across ten thousand miles!

The sword swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into a purplish-gold sword aura that was a thousand feet long and as solid as a physical object!

Around the sword aura, space shattered inch by inch, revealing dark and terrifying void rifts.

It was as if even heaven and earth could not withstand the power of this sword!

This sword strike embodies Ling Juexiao's lifelong sword cultivation and contains the true meaning of the "Destruction" law he comprehended after surviving two Taiyi Heavenly Tribulations.

It even triggered a trace of the original power of the ancient sword inherited by the Heavenly Sword Sect!

Its overwhelming power caused all the Golden Immortals watching from afar to feel a stinging pain in their primordial spirits, almost to the point of collapse.

Those below the True Immortal level trembled in fear and collapsed to the ground!

A thousand-foot-long sword aura tore through the sky, carrying the supreme will to sever cause and effect and annihilate all laws.

It crashed down on Dao Xuan and the entire Qingyun Mountain Sect!

Even before the sword arrived, its sharp and unparalleled sword aura was already present.

It has already cut countless bottomless ravines into the ground within a hundred feet around Dao Xuan!

Faced with this earth-shattering sword strike that could split ordinary mountains in two and stop rivers from flowing, they were powerless to resist.

Dao Xuan didn't even flinch at the hem of his robe.

He didn't even look up to see the thousand-foot-long sword energy descending.

However, just as the sword energy was about to strike him, he gently flicked his sleeve forward with his left hand, which was behind his back.

His movements were casual and effortless, as if brushing away non-existent dust from his sleeves.

However, in the instant he flicked his sleeve—

Behind him, the void that was originally empty suddenly underwent a tremendous change!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Nine deep rumbles, seemingly from the primordial wilderness or the depths of the netherworld, exploded almost simultaneously!

The sound did not travel through the air, but resonated directly deep within everyone's soul.

With ferocity, vastness...

Various distinct yet equally powerful auras!

The void twisted and rippled violently, as if nine giant stones had been thrown into a calm lake!

Immediately afterwards, nine enormous, hazy phantom outlines stepped out from the distorted void and materialized!

The first statue on the left is two zhang tall, as imposing as a mountain, with dark golden skin.

Covered in fine scales, with an indistinct face, it possessed a single horn and was enveloped in a heavy, mercury-like aura of Xuanming True Water.

With every gesture, he seemed capable of crushing mountains and rivers!

This was forged from the remains of the first Sea Demon King, and its main properties are "heavy" and "cold".

The second figure, with a slender build, was shrouded in misty vapor, and its face revealed a subtle, feminine beauty.

Their ten fingers are as clear as crystal, as if a gentle stroke could summon a torrential downpour of poisonous rain that would corrode everything!

The second-generation emperor's transformation was governed by "poison" and "corrosion".

The third statue, though of moderate size, exudes an omnipresent sense of "softness" and "resilience".

It seems to blend into the surrounding space.

His figure appears and disappears, elusive and hard to grasp. Three generations of emperors, embodying "gentleness" and "illusion."

The fourth figure, with faint tidal phantoms appearing around him, stood where his feet touched.

Ripples spread across the void, as if they could manipulate the power of heaven and earth and suppress everything.

The four emperors were primarily concerned with "power" and "suppression".

The fifth figure, a phantom with red hair, clenched fists.

Behind him was a raging, illusory force of towering waves, its aura violent and tyrannical, as if it could shatter stars with a single punch! The fifth generation of emperors, embodying "strength" and "violentness".

The sixth statue had a metallic sheen like mercury flowing across its surface.

Their actions were silent and stealthy, like a ghost, their killing intent concealed.

A single, decisive blow. The sixth generation of emperors, embodying "swiftness" and "concealment."

The seventh statue is the tallest, reaching nearly three zhang (approximately 10 meters), with a ferocious sea beast totem tattooed on its chest.

His muscles were bulging and his blood and energy surged like a dragon. Just by standing there, he exuded a suffocating physical pressure!

The seven generations of emperors transformed, focusing on "strength" and "body".

The eighth statue, with its eyes burning with ghostly blue soul flames, exudes a cold and deathly aura.

As if it came from the deepest hell, it could freeze the souls of living beings! The eighth generation of imperial transformation, the master of "soul" and "silence".

The ninth one is the most peculiar, its form constantly shifting between mist and solid form, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry.

It seems to represent the "impermanence" and "change" of water. The last emperor's demise is associated with "change" and "transformation".

The nine incarnations are all different in form and have distinct attributes.

Yet they all exuded genuine "Taiyi" level pressure!

Although their features are indistinct and their spirituality is nascent, they are not as agile and intelligent as true Taiyi Golden Immortals.

But that immense power originating from the remains of Taiyi, and the qualitative change that occurred after Dao Xuan governed it with the Great Dao of Yin and Yang.

Yet their very existence is a silent shock and terror!

The nine streams of Taiyi pressure converge and merge, rather than being simply superimposed.

Instead, under the exquisite and unparalleled command of Dao Xuan Yuan Shen, it formed a terrifying "force" that was completely integrated, encompassing all directions and suppressing the past and future!

As soon as this "momentum" appeared, it was as if nine Buzhou Mountains descended at the same time, or as if nine vast star seas hung upside down overhead.

It subtly suppresses and distorts the laws of heaven and earth within a radius of a thousand miles!

Ling Juexiao's originally devastating thousand-foot sword aura vanished the moment it entered the area enveloped by the auras of these nine avatars.

It was as if I had sunk into an endless, heavy, viscous swamp of chaos!

The speed of the sword aura visibly slowed down, and the surface was filled with the destructive sword intent and cyan-gold light.

It was further subjected to the relentless attrition, erosion, and differentiation by the nine intertwined and entangled Taiyi Qi with their different attributes!

Dao Xuan still didn't raise his eyes.

His mind stirred slightly.

Behind him, the nine incarnations moved in unison, raising their right arms simultaneously.

There were no shouts, no roars.

There are only nine immense and vast forces of the Taiyi level, each with distinct attributes.

Under the precise control of Dao Xuan's Yin-Yang Primordial Spirit, it erupted along a mysterious trajectory!

Nine forces, nine attributes, nine methods, all under Dao Xuan's single thought.

Their perfect coordination and complementary strengths formed an impenetrable torrent of destruction.

Completely engulfed that thousand-foot-long sword aura!

*Sizzle*—*crack*!

A chilling array of sounds—energy annihilation, freezing, and shattering—sounded in rapid succession!

That was the once incomparably powerful sword aura, seemingly capable of cleaving the heavens and earth.

It dimmed, disintegrated, and dissolved at a speed visible to the naked eye!

From the tip to the hilt, it shattered inch by inch, transforming into countless cyan-gold specks of light, like fireflies in the sky.

Then, it was completely annihilated by the remaining energy of the nine incarnations!