Born with immortal seed

Chapter 758 The Long First War

The great powers and supernatural abilities are usually closely related to the path one walks; there's no reason to cross over into completely unrelated places.

Bai Zichen had been wondering why he, who walked the path of time, would encounter a supernatural power that seemed closely related to the path of space.

But once you truly grasp it, you realize that your previous assumptions were too superficial.

Like the Sword Emperor, who spreads his sword intent, permeating every corner of his body, thus becoming omnipresent.

With a single swing of the sword, it was as if hundreds of sword emperors were attacking from different angles, making it impossible to defend against.

It was because of this misunderstanding that Bai Zichen went astray when studying supernatural powers, and suffered setbacks many times by hitting a wall in the same place.

Logically speaking, the divinely bestowed supernatural powers should be easy to cultivate, allowing for rapid and vigorous progress.

Later, I was inspired by the Heavenly Punishment Peak Master's demon-slaying achievements.

It is not necessarily through the application of spatial principles that one can achieve omnipresence.

If you see yourself as a coordinate floating in the river of the Great Dao, you will continuously improve your essence and attract the true meaning of the Great Dao to come closer.

Once you enter that mysterious and unfathomable realm, every blade of grass, every tree, and every experience becomes a coordinate in your eyes, giving rise to a sense of connection.

The great paths are interconnected; one can reach the destination with a single thought, instantly projecting power to that place.

This is why the Heavenly Punishment Peak Master, without needing any magical artifact or mastering the Great Dao of Space, could still kill a demon beast tens of thousands of miles away with a single blow while on Heavenly Punishment Peak.

Judging from his own experience, Bai Zichen didn't believe that the Heavenly Punishment Peak Master's divine sense range could reach that extent; he must have achieved omnipresence through other means.

Once you understand this point, you will immediately achieve enlightenment everywhere.

No longer relying on instinct, but being able to greatly exceed the limitations of divine consciousness.

Bai Zichen is currently wielding a flying sword, his primordial spirit wandering through the river of time, sensing his target through the true meaning of time.

Three thousand seven hundred miles is not the limit of supernatural power, but the limitation of the Great Dao.

With just a few rounds of sword strikes, he raised the limit of omnipresence by another five hundred miles.

And it becomes increasingly convenient, locking onto more and more coordinates in the long river of time, and further and further away.

"Have you realized it yet? You've found my sword light troublesome and annoying, but you can't achieve a quick victory..."

Bai Zichen sensed that the Asura Ancient Demon had abandoned its sword light and was rushing towards the Qinglian Sword Sect's mountain gate. He successfully struck the demon's body with several consecutive sword strikes.

The deep wounds only caused the ancient demon to roar in anger, but did not affect his movements.

Even a single wisp of demonic energy applied to the wound would cause it to heal rapidly, restoring it to its original state.

The omnipresent nature of Bai Zichen prevents him from fully unleashing his destructive power. Dealing with ordinary enemies is easy, but he is no match for a powerhouse of the Ancient Demon level.

"If one sword can be drawn, then there's no reason why the Dao Sheng Sword, which combines the power of twelve swords, shouldn't be able to do the same..."

Bai Zichen swept his sword towards the spinning disc in front of him, creating a dazzling sword light. Never before had so many sword intents gathered together, causing even the space around him to tremble.

Because Dao Sheng Yi Jian is used with the attitude of dying together with the enemy, he rarely uses it.

He hadn't used it for a long time, and even he himself couldn't imagine the upper limit of the power of this sword.

Twelve sword intents chase each other wildly, combining and interpreting the creation of heaven and earth, giving birth to a world within the sword.

Looking closely into the sword light, one can see that it sometimes forms lines and sometimes forms particles.

There is only one point, and within each segment of sword light are countless small worlds.

The Dao Sheng Yi Jian is just like that; with just one more flying sword, the number of worlds that can be generated can more than double.

But sheer quantity is useless; the collisions and impacts between them cause them to annihilate faster than they are born, making them just dazzling fireworks that look spectacular.

Moreover, divine sense is limited; even if divine thought crystallizes and can be divided into multiple paths, it is still too much to handle.

It is composed entirely of fifth-tier flying swords. First of all, their grades are similar and their strengths are comparable, so they are not mismatched.

More importantly, only a fifth-tier sword spirit with a high degree of autonomy can handle the problems of the birth and death of the sword light world and share his work.

By entrusting the creation of the sword intent combination of each flying sword to the sword spirit for its own processing, with Bai Zichen only making the final integration and adjustment, it became possible to achieve the current feat of gathering all twelve flying swords together.

This sword light gave the impression of being extremely large, powerful, vast, and expansive. Even the falling specks of light were as heavy as mountains, containing several small worlds.

He pointed towards the direction of the Azure Lotus Sword Sect, and a deathly silence fell in front of him. The sword light rushed into it and drew a line.

It quickly returned to normal, and the painting came back to life.

The dazzling sword light had vanished without a trace, as if it had never appeared at all.

Only a few scattered fragments of light fell to the ground and silently merged into it, forming a hundred-foot-deep cave that proved the existence of the Dao Sheng Sword.

……

The ancient demon Asura smashed the formation away with a palm strike and sent the Five Emperors Golden Crow Sword flying backward with a punch, splattering golden blood along the way before falling silent.

The power in the three sword marks was exhausted, only allowing the ancient demon to stop for a few breaths.

Facing the Qinglian Sword Sect's mountain gate, which had been torn apart and had its restrictions broken, it was like a naked lamb appearing before him, completely defenseless.

Looking at the cultivators below who had collapsed to the ground with weak legs, cries of panic and pain had already begun to rise. Even a sect like the Azure Lotus Sword Sect could not prevent its disciples from running around like headless flies in the face of life and death terror, revealing the true nature of humanity.

But there were also disciples with resolute eyes, swords in hand, standing in formation, knowing full well that they were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, yet still vowing to fight to the death.

"We've been fighting for half our lives, it seems we're destined to go to the underworld together..."

Han Song helped Meng Chang up. Both of them had their meridians injured by the backlash from the broken formation. They felt a stinging pain whenever they tried to circulate their true energy.

"Fortunately, Chongxuan is not here. With the disciples and resources transferred during this period, we can make a comeback and rebuild the Qinglian Sword Sect in a few hundred years."

Meng Chang, as the mastermind of the formation, was more severely injured, to the point that his meridians were almost completely severed.

While speaking, his mouth was full of bloody foam, and he spat as he spoke.

My body felt like a kettle riddled with holes, leaking everywhere because there wasn't time to patch them up.

In no time, a pool of blood had formed on the ground, almost becoming a small blood pit.

"But someone has to be able to deal with the ancient demons. If they continue to run rampant like this, how many people will be left in the cultivation world? If we are really thrown back to the ancient times, with demons running rampant, the human race will only be able to wander and escape the fate of being captured by demons."

Han Song shook his head, not optimistic about the future.

"If only the Heavenly Punishment Peak Master were still here, with the strength of Ancestor Gong and the help of others, it would be possible to fight against the Ancient Demon... Sword Lord of Time alone is willing but unable to support the future of the entire human race."

"what is that?"

Meng Chang looked up and saw a dazzling sword light appear behind the ancient demon, accompanied by a thunderous sound that shook the heavens and earth.

The ancient demon Asura stopped, and for the first time, his expression changed as he faced the terrifying sword light, revealing a solemn look.

He clasped his hands together, forming a magic seal, and a demonic blade was created.

With a flick of the demonic blade, everything it touched vanished into thin air.

They don't even have time to show the process of withering and destruction before they disappear into nothingness, whether they are dead or alive.

Although he had never seen Dao Sheng Yi Jian and had lost the intelligence of a normal demon, his combat instincts, brought about by his Asura demon body, were enhanced more than tenfold.

Having sensed a real threat, he would no longer arrogantly try to meet it with his physical body, and instead directly conjured the Asura Demon Blade.

This demonic blade is clearly a projection of some supreme treasure from the Heavenly Demon Realm. In the hands of the ancient demon, it is a trump card, surpassing even normal Heavenly Treasures.

Otherwise, it would be better to fight the enemy directly with one's own hands and feet, which would be more straightforward.

The silent demonic blade slashed down, meeting Dao Sheng's sword head-on without any fancy moves.

When a demonic blade imbued with the true meaning of destruction meets a sword world that embodies the power of creation, the imagery is one of a violent collision of planets.

But when the two touched, they stuck together perfectly without making a sound.

All that could be seen was that the speed at which the destructive demonic light increased and decreased was beyond imagination.

Perhaps the essence of destruction lies in this: if you want to destroy others, you must first follow the path of destruction yourself.

The world of sword light surrounding Daosheng's sword peeled away one by one, dazzling the eye, like the most magnificent finale of a grand drama.

The interplay of light and shadow transforms the world from a dazzling, colorful spectacle to a singular black-and-white one, from traversing hundreds and thousands of worlds in the blink of an eye to a moment where time seems to stand still, allowing one to stroll through a static ink painting.

No matter what, there was still no sound.

The aftershocks of their collision alone caused the Qinglian Sword Sect to suffer an undeserved disaster, with half of their formation collapsing completely.

The ruins, already fallen into the dust, shook twice more, and a crack appeared in the mountain, from which everything fell.

The area within a hundred miles looked as if it had been plowed over.

The chains that imprisoned the space broke inch by inch, also shattered by the aftershocks.

With a pop, the demonic blade gradually disappeared, and Dao Sheng's sword strike ended, like a bubble bursting, producing its first crisp sound.

Before the ancient demon could make its next move, faint glimmers of light still lingered within the extinguished sword light.

It rapidly evolved into a new world, forming a slightly smaller, colorful sword light that slammed into the ancient demon's chest.

The demonic body, comparable to a top-grade Heaven-Reaching Treasure, melted rapidly like snow exposed to the blazing sun, piercing right through its entire form.

Through the wound on his chest, he could even see the situation of the Azure Lotus Sword Sect on the other side.

"Roar!"

The ancient demon Asura knelt on the ground, its demonic horns turning a deep red as if engorged with blood. Its roar seemed to come directly from the deepest part of the Heavenly Demon Realm, the Asura Hell that all the demons of the Upper Realm feared.

From that moment on, the Sun Emperor completely disappeared, and was truly replaced by the will of Asura.

The ancient demon of today is a true avatar of the Asura Demon God, and its thinking ability is much better than when the two consciousnesses were still vying for control.

Once he ascends to the Heavenly Demon Realm, he will return to the Asura Statue as a member of the Asura Demon God, or travel and fight wherever he is not summoned.

The ancient demon's hand reached directly into its own wound, grasping the robust demonic heart, each beat of which energized the entire demonic body.

"You lowly ants, how dare you harm me..."

The ancient demon muttered to himself, then squeezed his own heart with force.

Countless streams of blood energy surged forth, instantly repairing the body. The remaining demonic energy continued to churn, parasitizing the ancient demon's body.

In just a few breaths, there was no indication that he had suffered a fatal injury.

This is the supernatural power that comes with the Asura demon body. This heart is equivalent to the energy needed to refine another demon body, and it can repair all injuries in an instant.

The hatred brought by Bai Zichen clearly surpassed that of the Azure Lotus Sword Sect.

After getting up again, he turned his body and headed in the opposite direction.

The ancient demon, who had always walked slowly, suddenly started running, causing the mountains to tremble in its wake.

"The ancient demon has retreated just like that?"

Han Song stood there dumbfounded, fully prepared to die for his clan, but then the situation took a complete 180-degree turn.

The Time Sword Lord's teleportation sword had clearly severely injured the ancient demon; the wound was so deep that it almost tore the demon's body apart.

Even if it recovers immediately afterward, it only proves that the demonic body has a powerful ability to regenerate, but it cannot conceal the terrifying destructive power of the sword light.

"They wouldn't go after the Sword Lord of Time, would they?"

Meng Chang's expression shifted; the ancient demon clearly still had the strength to fight again.

His sudden retreat didn't seem to be due to fear, but rather to the appearance of something more attractive to him.

"That's probably true. The Sword Lord has even mastered the ability to be omnipresent, so we don't need to worry about his strength..."

Han Song comforted his fellow disciples, then looked at the ruins of the Qinglian Sword Sect, his heart filled with bitterness.

"Let's deal with the sect's casualties first. There might be a demon attack. The earth dragon has turned upside down, and even the earth's veins have undergone earth-shattering changes. It's unlikely that we can set up formations again in the short term."

It has become a common practice that wherever Asuras and ancient demons appear, demons will inevitably emerge.

The demons were all at the Core Formation stage, ranging in number from several hundred to tens of thousands.

If they cannot be eradicated quickly, it will be a catastrophic disaster for all living things in the entire area.

……

"They're coming for me, which suits me perfectly!"

As soon as Bai Zichen swallowed a string of jade seeds, his body, which had been exhausted, instantly returned to its peak condition.

The Dao gives birth to a sword; no matter what opponent one faces, the result is the same.

They won't give up until they've driven themselves to the brink.

But since they dared to use it, it means they had a contingency plan in place and weren't afraid of this situation happening.

This string of jade seeds is one of the fifth-order spiritual objects that matured in the cave when a cultivator reaches the Nascent Soul stage. Just ten or so seeds can instantly restore a Nascent Soul cultivator's true essence to full.

This kind of miraculous effect cannot be achieved by any elixir or potion that replenishes true energy.

The ancient demon Asura changed direction, making himself his primary target; his objective had been achieved.

As we can see from what just happened, even the perfect Dao Sheng sword strike couldn't completely kill the ancient demon; at most, it took away half of its life.

The ancient demons also possess various means to regenerate and recover; who knows how many times their seemingly indestructible powers can be used?

It's unrealistic to think that the ancient demon can be killed in one fell swoop. The ancient demon might not fall before the ancient demon falls, but the ancient demon might fall first because of the continuous activation of the Dao Sheng sword.

Firstly, the number of jade seeds is limited, and the total amount is only enough for two or three uses at most.

Secondly, the fact that the true essence was fully restored does not mean that Dao Sheng's sword left nothing behind.

This kind of creation, which manifests the sword light of heaven and earth, demands far more from the mind and spirit than other supernatural powers, and the same is true in terms of energy consumption.

The return of vital energy does not mean that the depleted mental energy can return.

Bai Zichen struck the Purple Thunder Dazzling Sword, his body and the sword becoming one, transforming into a bolt of lightning that shot into the distance.

The Asura Ancient Demon's speed far exceeded that of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, with rolling demonic clouds beneath its feet.

They chased each other for half an hour, and the distance between them hardly changed.

(End of this chapter)