this infinite world

Nian Xikong, a Foundation Establishment stage sword cultivator, joined the North Ice Continent team after encountering the Ghost Circuit World.

Although she hasn't been with the Northern Ice Continent team for long, Nian Xikong is undoubtedly at the peak of their strength, ranking above Chu Hao and Zhang Heng. After all, sword cultivation is the ultimate path among the hundred paths of cultivation, known for its killing intent, and she cultivates the extremely powerful "Ketu Rahu Instant Prison Sword," in addition to her natal spiritual treasure, the Purple Ying Sword... Even in the Main God Space, she is not considered weak.

Unfortunately, due to the presence of Captain Chu Hao, the Beibingzhou team encountered only formidable opponents of exceptional strength. As a result, Nian Xikong, who should have been dominating the battlefield, suffered repeated setbacks after entering the Main God Space.

When she first entered the Terminator world, she faced endless robots and, despite her unparalleled swordsmanship, was no match for the steel onslaught, eventually exhausting herself. In the next world, The Haunted Circuit, she encountered the bizarre "reverse" meme, leaving her with nowhere to use her cultivation... It wasn't until the Lord of the Rings world that Nian Xikong, having successfully established her foundation, finally found her own stage.

In the previous encounter, Nian Xikong had already slaughtered over a thousand orcs with the Jidu Sword, thoroughly venting her resentment. However, fate always loves to play tricks; before she could fully display her power, she encountered someone like Yang Yun…

However, both the Terminator and the orc could only be categorized as "minions," and what happened between them and Yang Yun couldn't even be called a "battle." Therefore, this sword trial was of considerable significance to Nian Xikong... and her enemy was a fourth-tier orc equivalent to the Golden Core level!

Although the difference between Foundation Establishment and Golden Core is immeasurable, it's no exaggeration to say it's like a stream compared to a vast ocean. But what's amazing is that Nian Xikong showed no fear at all. Instead, after hearing Yang Yun's words, a chilling fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

As for the reason, it's naturally because Yang Yun's seemingly ordinary action not only provided Nian Xikong with the true essence she currently lacked, but also something else entirely—

"The true form is like a sword!"

At this moment, Nian Xikong held her right hand up like a sword in front of her chest, and made a hand seal with her left hand to draw on the surrounding energy. The pitch-black Jidu sword floated in front of her. The sword body trembled violently and burst out with a terrifying light. In an instant, it split into nine sword shadows that were hard to distinguish from the real ones!

Transformation into a True Sword: A secret sword technique of the Qionghua Sect in the world of Chinese Paladin!

In the past, when Nian Xikong wielded the Ketu Sword, he always relied solely on the sword's sharp edge to kill enemies, without any variation or techniques. A flash of black light, and decapitation was severed—simple and brutal to the extreme… But at this moment, as the Ketu Sword pointed, nine black lightning bolts tore through the sky, like snakes spitting their tongues or tigers biting, tracing different paths as they thrust straight towards the blasphemer, Asog!

As the nine sword shadows suddenly appeared before him, Azog's eyes narrowed to pinpoints. Even before the nine sword shadows arrived, his skin felt as if it were being pierced by thousands of steel needles… This battle-hardened blasphemer instantly understood that this deadly attack was on a completely different level from his previous childish assaults!

In the critical moment, Azog roared, his crimson battle energy surging wildly and condensing into a tangible scarlet crystal armor on his body. His mutilated left wrist twisted and deformed strangely, growing a ferocious claw made of pure energy; his right hand wielded a battle blade, creating an impenetrable crimson barrier to try and block the incoming attack.

As the first six sword shadows collided with Asog's defenses, a deafening clang of metal clashing resounded. Amidst the sparks, Asog was horrified to discover that even with his protective Dou Yuan energy, his weapon in his right hand was still blasted with several shocking cracks; and the blood-red claws that had formed in his left hand were severed by the sword's edge, turning into a cloud of blood mist that dissipated into the air!
"impossible--"

Before Azog could even process his initial shock and rage, the final three sword shadows arrived in a triangular formation, sealing off all his escape routes like a cruel, deadly hand. The pale orc could only react with his most instinctive defensive posture—

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

Three muffled thuds of flesh tearing apart rang out almost simultaneously. The first sword pierced through his left shoulder, the violent sword energy deeply cutting into his already mutilated arm; the second sword pierced through his abdomen, leaving a bowl-sized charred hole in his blood-red Dou Yuan armor; the final sword pierced directly into his right calf, almost causing the blasphemer to lose his balance and stagger to the ground!

The moment it pierced his flesh, the destructive sword energy contained within the Ketu Sword, like thousands of venomous ants, frantically gnawed upwards along his meridians and blood vessels. Azog's skin withered and shrank at a visible speed, and an eerie black mist rose from the wound. Most terrifyingly, the sword shadows that had entered his body actually reformed within his flesh, continuing to erode inwards like living things…

Suddenly struck by this agony, Azog's face contorted in agony, dark green blood oozing from between his fangs. But how could the battle-hardened orc commander lose his fighting prowess? The pain only fueled his ferocity, further enhancing the strength of his fighting spirit!

"roar--!!"

A roar that shattered rocks resounded, and the crimson Dou Yuan within Asog's body suddenly went berserk. The destructive sword intent that raged through his meridians was actually crushed by an even more violent torrent of Dou Yuan! And his mutilated left wrist plunged into his abdominal wound, actually squeezing out and crushing the most stubborn sword energy!
"Humanity……"

A hoarse roar escaped from between blood-stained teeth. Azog's fighting spirit surged like boiling magma, forcing the sword shadow of Jidu, piercing his body, out inch by inch. The flesh at the wound healed at a visible speed, and eerie crimson demonic patterns emerged beneath his pale skin: "I will grind your bones, one by one, into powder..."

"Thousand-fold Remnant Light Sword!"

His response was Nian Xikong's usual cold voice, like a cold spring striking jade, chilling to the bone.

The next moment, a burst of sword light suddenly surged, and the world paled in comparison!

First, the sword's edge split into twelve, unfolding like a peacock's tail, then multiplied exponentially—twelve becoming a hundred, a hundred becoming a thousand. Countless black sword beams, like an inverted galaxy, spread across the sky, creating a sword curtain that blotted out the sun and turned noon into eternal night, the remaining light carrying a murderous intent that enveloped the area!
Before the sword formation could even descend, the overflowing sword energy had already carved grotesque trenches into the earth. Thousands of orcs had no time to cry out before they were shredded into a bloody mist by the crisscrossing sword intent, yet the dwarves fighting them were not harmed in the slightest.

Unlike the dwarves who remained unscathed from the sword energy, and the thousands of orcs who turned into blood mist and died without pain, the strongest warrior on the battlefield, Azog the Defiler, was writhing in pain, every nerve screaming an alarm. The reason was that he had sensed the direction of the nearly one thousand sword energies that seemed to possess their own consciousness—without exception, they had all locked onto his location!

Killing intent, terror, destruction… While its individual power was inferior to the previous nine destructive sword intents, their sheer number was enough to compensate for any shortcomings, creating an absolute suppressive force! Even more terrifying was that the seemingly chaotic black sword energies suspended in the sky were, in reality, like a swarm of sharks smelling blood, constantly and spontaneously adjusting their angles. Whenever Asog's aura fluctuated slightly, dozens of sword beams would deflect accordingly, always precisely locking onto his body to better pierce his vital points…

Are you planning to just sit here and wait to die?

Do you want to die here like this, as nothing more than dust?

The eerie whispers seemed to echo in Azog's ears again, the sound like a venomous snake slithering into his ear canal and reverberating within his skull. Then, a chilling coldness spread through his spine—Azog was startled to realize that his life force was being brutally drained by some being!
With each heartbeat, a year's lifespan was burned as fuel; with each breath, parts of his organs withered and died; with each movement, it felt as if a thousand red-hot steel needles were churning inside his skull. Accompanied by excruciating pain from the depths of his soul, fragments of shattered organs mixed with black blood spilled from between his fangs… But in contrast, his nearly depleted Dou Yuan within him began to rise again!

With a sickening crystallizing sound, the crimson energy on Azog's body began to materialize. Dark red crystals spread like a plague across his pale skin, making a chilling "crackling" sound. Each facet writhed eerily, sealing countless distorted faces within—the souls of those who died on this battlefield, both dwarves and orcs.

In ancient creation myths, orcs originated from "the high temperature and clay of the earth," and Melkor's magic made their hearts as hard as granite. Although this origin story was later proven false, the very nature of a rumor suggests that it contains some truth... At the very least, when Melkor transformed the orcs who were corrupted from elves, he did indeed add something different to their genes.

At this moment, Azog exhibited a kind of "atavism" that was by no means a natural evolution.

First, spiderweb-like dark red lines appear on the skin's surface. Then, these lines rapidly rise and harden, eventually forming a menacing crystalline armor resembling volcanic rock. Muscle fibers break and recombine during the crystallization process, producing a dull thud like a taut bowstring.

When Azog looked up again, his originally ferocious face was completely covered by blood-red crystal clusters, with only one eye shining with a ghostly light in the gap between the crystals. Its surface was covered with barbs, each of which was wrapped with boiling fighting energy... But compared to a creature made of flesh and blood, it was more like a granite puppet covered in crystals!
"Clang!!"

In an instant, the crystal on Azog's right arm suddenly shattered, and the flying fragments reformed in mid-air into a three-meter-long serrated blood blade. The orc general, whose appearance was now completely unrecognizable, moved swiftly, leaving a bloody afterimage in the air, and charged towards Nian Xikong in the distance!
"fall."

As Azog charged, Nian Xikong's expression remained unchanged, her voice as cold as frost, and she simply pressed her fingers down.

The thousand sword beams in the sky suddenly paused, then crashed down like a cascading galaxy, their black tails leaving spiderweb-like scorch marks in the sky as they all poured towards Asog!

"laugh--"

Faced with such a terrifying attack, even the thickest defenses covering Azog's body couldn't withstand it. His blood crystals peeled away frantically, each sword strike sending up a spray of blinding blood. The wandering sword energy was dismantling his defenses with astonishing efficiency, first his blood crystal armor, then his reinforced muscle fibers, and finally even his stark white bones were exposed to the air…

But the charge did not stop.

When muscles are torn apart by sword energy, blood becomes the ligaments; when bones are shattered, boiling battle energy becomes the support. Consciousness gradually blurs, replaced by a pure bloodlust driven by hatred.

Along Azog's charging trajectory, the stray crimson battle qi and sword energy collided violently, exploding into a series of dark red energy vortexes. These vortexes devoured and merged with each other, eventually transforming into a crimson rainbow bridge spanning the battlefield... and he, actually, treading this one-way road to the underworld, forcefully charged to Nian Xikong's vicinity!
As the last wisp of the Thousand-Fang Remnant Light Sword was completely dissipated, a sinister smile finally appeared on Azog's skeletal face. His hatred had not yet subsided, his killing intent had not ceased; next, all that was needed was—

"Shangqing Cloud-Piercing Sword!"

Then, a dazzling sword light obscured all of Asog's vision.

A magnificent sword light, stretching across the heavens and earth, descended from the clouds, tearing the clouds apart like fabric in its wake. This sword light differed from the previous murderous "black" light; it was pure and chilling. For a moment, everything else paled in comparison, leaving only this sword light filling the heavens and earth…

It crushed the enemy formation with force, as if the sunlight were breaking through the clouds!
"Oh my god—"

In Azog's eyes, this sword light represented the deepest despair. At this moment, the pale orc, unrecognizable from his previous appearance, howled madly, but all resistance was futile. With a sound like tearing silk, the dark sword light pierced through him like divine punishment!

Beneath this "Sword Mountain," which was utterly beyond human power to withstand, the former "Desecrator," now a monster whose form was unrecognizable, could only be impaled on the sword like a rag doll pierced by a spear, flying backward involuntarily. His mangled body traced a burning, blood-red trail in the air, growing smaller and smaller until it was embedded deeply into the distant mountain rocks, nailed to the very center of the rock mass before finally stopping...

"Killing the Blasphemer Azog will reward the entire team with one A-rank side quest and 10,000 reward points..."

Under the guidance of the main god and the awe-inspiring gazes of the Arctic team, Nian Xikong waved her hand, and the distant giant sword transformed back into the Jidu Sword, flying back into her grasp. The sword-wielding young woman, seemingly reborn, gazed at the crimson light at the sword's tip, nodded in satisfaction, and spoke—

"Mission accomplished." (End of Chapter)