Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1996 Merit Treasure
A dazzling golden light tore through the sky, and the Xuanyuan Sword, carrying an unparalleled power as if splitting the heavens and earth, slashed down towards Xuan Yin's head!

The golden light was not the cold gleam of ordinary weapons, but rather like a great sun suddenly falling onto the battle platform. The blazing divine radiance covered the sky and the earth, not only stinging people's eyes so much that they could not look directly at it, but even their souls were crushed by this overwhelming and righteous pressure.

Xuan Yin's pupils shrank abruptly, and an unprecedented chill of death instantly surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, terrifying his very soul.

In his haste, he twisted and retreated without thinking, trying to avoid this fatal blow.

But as soon as he began to retreat, his back slammed hard against an indestructible barrier—the protective light screen surrounding the battle platform!

Just moments before, in an attempt to force Liu Qinghuan to reveal herself, he had unleashed dozens of punches, each carrying a devastating demonic power, yet the barrier remained unmoved and unbreakable.

At the time, he only thought the barrier was an eyesore, but he never expected that this barrier that he could not break through would become a prison that locked him out of his life.

A close call, a matter of life and death.

In a battle between cultivators, the slightest difference can mean the difference between life and death; even the most imperceptible misjudgment can be enough to cost one's life.

At this moment, Xuan Yin panicked.

His previous composure and arrogance had vanished without a trace, and an unprecedented panic completely disrupted his Dao heart, causing him to make a fatal mistake in this life-or-death moment.

It was this momentary delay caused him to completely miss his only chance to escape.

The blazing sword light was already close by, and the dazzling golden light almost blinded him. Even his pupils felt like they were being pricked by needles, and he couldn't open his eyes at all.

In the moment of utter panic, a massive shield, its entire surface gleaming black and radiating a deep metallic sheen, suddenly appeared in front of him, completely blocking his path.

"Clang!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing against metal erupted, the sound waves sweeping out like a tsunami, causing ripples to spread across the barrier. Many cultivators below the stage felt a sharp pain in their eardrums and couldn't help but groan.

A heavy sword has no edge, and a heavy sword has no skill.

The Xuanyuan Sword's blade slammed into the curved shield, unleashing immense force that caused the sword's edge to embed itself three-tenths of an inch into the shield!

In that instant, Xuan Yin's heart nearly leaped out of his throat, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He gripped the shield handle tightly, veins bulging on his arms, his whole body sinking under the weight of the sword strike.

The ground shattered with a deafening roar, sending soil and rocks flying everywhere. Half of Xuan Yin's body was pressed into the ground, almost burying him.

Fortunately, the giant shield withstood the earth-shattering blow and did not shatter on the spot.

The Deep Abyss Iron Turtle of the Regretful Immortal Sea has absorbed the deep sea's profound metal energy over the years, making its shell harder than diamond. It is covered with the rings of time, and it took tens of thousands of years to temper it into this extremely thick and dark gold color.

This shield had blocked countless deadly attacks from cultivators of the same level and rarely suffered damage, but now it had been slashed with a deep gash.

Xuan Yin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then suddenly realized something was wrong.

Within that originally pure and blazing golden sword light, a faint purple halo had somehow begun to spread.

Xuan Yin's heart sank: "A treasure of merit!"

He never imagined that the Xuanyuan Sword in Liu Qinghuan's hand was actually a legendary treasure of merit!

If there is anything in this mortal realm more precious than a primordial treasure, it is a treasure of merit.

Every cultivator in the Three Realms knows that only by performing great acts of kindness that benefit all living beings and bring blessings to all spirits can one incite the Heavenly Dao to bestow merit.

The brilliance of this merit, the difficulty in accumulating it and the rarity in obtaining it, perfectly illustrates the difficulty of performing great acts of kindness in the world.

Merit-enhancing magic treasures are those that can be imbued with one's own merit, thus multiplying their power.

"Click~"

A faint yet incredibly piercing crack suddenly rang in Xuan Yin's ears.

The next moment, the Xuan Tie Turtle Shield shattered amidst the purple-gold sword light, and countless black gold fragments, carrying sharp sword energy, flew in all directions!

The moment the shield shattered, the deadly sword light was already upon them!
Xuan Yin's eyes widened in fury, and he only had time to twist his body and dodge to the side, trying to avoid this fatal sword strike.

But in the end, it was still a fraction of a second too slow.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was clearly audible. Xuan Yin felt a heart-wrenching pain in his right shoulder as half of his shoulder, along with its bones and flesh, was sliced ​​off by the sword. Hot blood gushed out, splattering all over the stage. What horrified him even more was that the golden light of merit contained within the sword light surged wildly into his meridians through the wound, causing intense burning pain wherever it passed.

The moment the sword light faded, it revealed Liu Qinghuan's cold and stern eyes, as deep as a frozen pool.

Xuan Yin was filled with boundless hatred and fear.

He dared not linger for even a moment, letting out a shrill roar as his demonic energy surged, instantly transforming him into a thick cloud of black mist, which then scattered and fled to the other side of the battle stage.

"boom!"

The residual power of the Xuanyuan Sword's sword energy slammed into the barrier of the battle platform, causing the barrier to tremble violently and countless runes to flicker and fade.

The ground was cleaved into a deep trench, with rubble flying everywhere and dust billowing up.

Liu Qinghuan slowly turned her head, her dark eyes flashing with light and shadow. She spread her divine sense with all her might, not missing a single spatial fluctuation.

His gaze suddenly fixed on something, and with a flick of his wrist, the Xuanyuan Sword rose again, unleashing another dazzling purple-gold sword rainbow that slashed fiercely towards the void!

Almost at the same instant the sword rainbow was unleashed, Xuan Yin's figure materialized in the corner of the battle arena.

Blood was still gushing from his severed shoulder, and his face was deathly pale. He was about to raise his hand to seal the wound and heal himself when the golden sword light had already passed through most of the battle platform. With its earth-shattering power, it headed straight for his heart!

Xuan Yin roared, instantly extinguishing his thoughts of healing, and once again transformed into black mist and scattered away.

But Liu Qinghuan seemed to be able to see through the void. No matter how he changed his position, he could see through it immediately, and what followed was a sword rainbow that pierced the sky.

One sword strike after another.

The purple-gold sword rainbow, like a shooting star chasing a deadly soul, crisscrossed across the battle stage.

Xuan Yin's Shadow Return to the Void Escape Technique was originally his trump card for saving his life. He had used this technique to escape from life-or-death situations countless times before, but today, it was completely ineffective.

Every time he was about to materialize, the sword rainbow was already in front of him, forcing him to flee again, not daring to pause even for half a breath.

Not to mention circulating his cultivation techniques to heal his injuries, he didn't even have a chance to gather demonic energy to counterattack. He was in a sorry state, like a stray dog, being chased frantically across the battle stage by Liu Qinghuan's sword strike after sword strike.

Below the battle platform, the atmosphere had already completely boiled over.

Not long ago, Xuan Yin appeared alone and was still proclaiming that Dao Kui was dead and that he had won the final victory.

But now, Dao Kui is not only alive, but after reappearing, he has unleashed such terrifying power.

"What's wrong with Xuan Yin? Wasn't he so arrogant just now? How come he doesn't even have the guts to face Dao Kui head-on now?"

"Where did Xuan Yin's arrogance go, being chased around like a dog?"

"It seems he's really badly injured..."

The discussions rose and fell like a tide, and those cultivators who had hoped for Xuan Yin's victory were now ashen-faced.

Meanwhile, the cultivators who hoped Liu Qinghuan would win had already raised their arms in cheers, their emotions reaching their peak.

On the battle platform, Xuan Yin was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

He tried to use demonic energy to repair his severed shoulder and arm, but found that the flesh and blood at the wound site were covered with tiny specks of purple-gold light, which not only prevented him from repairing them, but also prevented him from stopping the bleeding.

Whenever he tried to use magic, the burned meridians in his body would cause him excruciating pain, preventing him from accumulating a large amount of magical power, and forcing him to keep fleeing.

The magic treasure was indeed extraordinary; the injuries it caused were irreversible. Perhaps the purple-gold sword light could be gradually removed from his flesh and blood after the battle, but in such a tense battle, he simply didn't have time to do anything else.

Xuan Yin has dominated the cultivation world for thousands of years; when has he ever fallen to such a state?
In front of countless cultivators from the Three Realms, he was chased all over the place and had no chance to fight back!

If this continues, we'll only face certain death!
A flash of crazed ruthlessness crossed Xuan Yin's eyes: Rather than be worn down to death, he'd rather fight to the death. Even if he dies, he'd drag the other down with him!
"Taiwei! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"

A hysterical roar echoed across the battle platform. Xuan Yin stopped fleeing and instead stopped abruptly to meet the pursuing sword rainbow.

He suddenly opened his mouth, bit his tongue, and spat out three large mouthfuls of blood.

The jet-black essence blood burned in the air, transforming into countless mysterious runes that instantly merged into the demonic energy surrounding him.

"boom--!!!"

The thick, inky demonic energy surged instantly, sweeping across the entire battle platform like a tsunami, even temporarily obscuring Liu Qinghuan's purple-gold sword light.