Destiny is ashes

Chapter 995 The Feeling of the Sword (43, 4th update, requesting monthly votes at the beginning of the month!)

An Jing could tell that the camp being besieged was actually the familiar 'Tianji Mountain' camp.

If Jiang Ziji hadn't already broken through to sainthood through divine mandate, this Heavenly Palace team's Master of Heavenly Secrets would have come to Zhaolin Realm to form a close-knit team with Jin Yanhua, and these people would most likely have been teammates as well.

At this moment, the camp has been breached, and several 'Qi Giants', each tens of feet tall, are struggling to resist the endless onslaught of savage beasts and two great wild dragons.

These giants have different colors, some are bluish-purple, some are azure, and some are crimson. Inside their translucent bodies are countless mysterious and complex veins that run through their entire bodies, like the meridians of the human body and the trajectory of the stars.

At the core of the Dharma Image are the Tianji Mountain warriors, each with a solemn expression and fully focused on controlling their forms.

This is the fundamental inheritance of Tianji Mountain, the initial application of the 'Yuanling Puppet' technique. These Yuanling puppets contain a large number of special spiritual energy structures, which can spontaneously absorb and release the Qi of heaven and earth, invoke the laws, and unleash various powerful spells. With every move, they can launch a huge attack that can shake mountains. If they go a step further and merge the puppets with heaven and earth, transforming heaven and earth into a Dharma form, it will be even more earth-shattering.

However, under the pervasive crimson mist, the connection between these Qi-pulse puppets and the power of heaven and earth was greatly interfered with and suppressed, resulting in a significant reduction in their power. Meanwhile, the two Great Wilderness Dragons were equally formidable, their bodies clad in True Spirit Armor. Each charge and breath they exhaled clashed head-on with the giant's Dharma Image, producing earth-shattering roars.

The battle was extremely precarious. An Jing could sense that several Qi Giants had already been torn apart by the beasts, and the warriors at the core were instantly overwhelmed by the beast tide, unable to even utter a scream.

Among the endless horde of beasts, a strange, three-headed, six-armed demon god, clearly a creation of the Blood Sea Demon Sect that had incorporated the technology of the Heavenly Demon, was grinning as it grabbed the remains of the defeated humans, stuffed them into its mouth, chewed them up, and then swallowed them whole!
The next instant, the ghost god's body also began to show a bluish-purple aura similar to that of the puppets of Tianji Mountain.

Its body was expanding and its aura was surging, as if it was analyzing and integrating the cultivator's inheritance that it had just devoured, trying to condense an even larger Dharma body of a ghost god!
"It's over!"

Upon witnessing this scene, the Tianji Mountain warriors, who were struggling to hold on, could not help but despair completely.

The team sent by Tianji Mountain this time only intended to broaden their horizons and collect some local specialties and materials. Who would have thought they would encounter such a calamity?
First, the Ancestral Dragon Palace collapsed, then the Seventeen Heavenly Venerables gathered, followed by an anomaly in the entire Zhaolin Realm, and now this endless sea of ​​blood beasts is attacking us!
Although martial artists often say they want to achieve great things and make a name for themselves, isn't that... too much, too big? How could they be so unlucky?!
Sensing all this, An Jing frowned. Even at Da Peng's speed, it would be too late to save everyone by the time he arrived.

But it doesn't matter.

Being too late to arrive doesn't mean you can't draw your sword!

Thousands of miles away, he raised his hand.

At that moment, a strange feeling descended upon that bloody battlefield without warning.

It felt like a 'blade'.

It was a feeling of 'blood'.

It was a feeling of 'enlightenment'.

It was a terrifying feeling, seemingly present yet absent, intensely hot like a furnace, as if it would destroy and recast everything in the world, 'forging' something out of the carnage.

On the battlefield, all the ferocious beasts, all the demons, and even the two Great Wilderness Dragons in the sky, who had also gone mad and whose dragon eyes were crimson, all sensed it at the same time.

Something seemed to have changed between heaven and earth. Invisible and intangible, subtle and mysterious changes occurred in every detail, such as the brightness and darkness of light, the swaying of grass and trees, the direction of air currents, and the rhythm of sound. All connections seemed to be severed, interrupted, divided, and shattered.

Light flashed, wounds appeared on the grass and trees, the airflow was cut off, and the sound was intermittent.

This is……

The feeling of a sword!

Thousands of miles away in the sky.

One hand is raised, two fingers are held up and brought together like a sword.

In that instant, all the savage beasts, blood-sea monsters, and the two great dragons on the battlefield simultaneously experienced a bizarre and absurd illusion—their heads seemed to have fallen off, their vision uncontrollably rising, looking down at their headless bodies that were rapidly receding into the distance.

Whether surrounded by beasts or hidden deep in a dense forest, when they experience this feeling, it's as if they've been stripped from their reality and ascended into a boundless sea. Like a furnace, like a sea of ​​fire, the blade gleams brightly, clanging and humming, the chill of flesh being sliced ​​open, the glint of light in their eyes, the stench of blood in their mouths and noses.

The feeling grew stronger and stronger, from silent to audible, from colorless to colorful, and the five senses began to malfunction. One could taste the howling, hear the colors, and see the smell of rust. The body perceived an indescribable bitterness and hardship, as well as a kind of... liberation!
—Killing!
—Killing!
—Giving you death will be your liberation!

Under the command of the sword.

Click.

There was no sword energy, no sword light.

In the valley, on the battlefield, all the savage beasts that were besieging them, as well as the two arrogant great dragons, froze in their movements at the same moment. Then, a perfectly smooth line of blood appeared on their necks.

The next instant, all the heads broke off simultaneously and fell to the ground.

Endless blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the entire land even more crimson.

Only the demon that had devoured the warriors of Tianji Mountain, after its head fell to the ground, struggled and with immense difficulty, managed to grow a new head from the churning sea of ​​blood at the severed neck.

But at this moment, An Jing has already stepped into the void and arrived here.

At this moment, he had truly grasped the sword.

The sword light was dark red, like ancient flames, like congealed blood.

"what--"

Among the surviving warriors of Tianji Mountain, the leader saw An Jing about to draw his sword and instinctively wanted to stop him. He knew that once the Blood Sea Demon God was completely killed, his fellow disciples who had been devoured would also surely die and their souls be scattered.

But he ultimately didn't shout it out.

Now that things have come to this, how could we not kill it? Those devoured by the Blood Sea Demonic Cult have virtually no chance of survival. If he were to speak up for that slim hope, hindering Anjing's battle and causing even more deaths, that would truly be a crime deserving of death!
However, An Jing was no ordinary person.

There was no need for the Tianji Mountain warriors to speak; he himself raised his eyebrows and his gaze fell on the soul aura belonging to the Tianji Mountain disciples entangled within the ghost's body.

"Oh? So it's the type that uses other people's lives and souls to fight, and exploits their morality?"

He couldn't help but recall the evil demon from back then, and An Jing laughed, but it was as cold as a blade.

"interesting."

"But what I like most is saying no to this situation!"

"die."

The words fell.

The killing sword is drawn.

The exquisitely crafted sword light split into countless tiny strands, each fine enough to sever a spiritual aura. With a single sweep, the Blood Sea Demon God perished in utter terror, and all the demonic energy contained within, along with the power gained from devouring martial artists, was precisely 'killed' by those tiny sword energies.

The blood-soaked demons and gods instantly crumbled into nothingness.

The soul structures of the few Tianji Mountain warriors who were devoured were completely separated from the dissipating blood tide, turning into a few weak beams of light that floated in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)