Night without Borders

Chapter 543 You and the Mountains and Rivers are All Passing By

(I wanted to write this all in one go, but it ended up being way too long.)
Both the Celestial Race and the Abyss Civilization are showcasing their formidable strength.

High in the sky, the pitch-black night was scorched.

The shimmering ocean, like flowing mercury or moonlight, sparkles with a serene and ethereal tranquility.

A colossal stone statue of a woman rose from the sea, shattering the tranquility. Her eyes burned like the blazing sun, and her dazzling light distorted the surrounding void, shattered the night mist, and made the sky seem to collapse.

The waves crashed against the sky, and the stone statue rose up with a roar, simultaneously manifesting eight different forms: a stone figure holding a book of flames, an energy body surrounded by clouds, a flesh and blood form holding a spear...

In the mountains and seas of Jinbang, a supreme immortal suddenly made a move. A chain of order shot out, like a dragon soaring through the sky, aiming straight for the head of the stone statue, intending to pierce it.

As the woman opened and closed her eyes, beams of light like the blazing sun shot out, instantly disintegrating and melting away the dazzling magic chains unleashed by the old monster of the seventh realm.

Deep within the Golden List, the sage stretched his body, his entire spine undulating like a great dragon, his bones cracking and popping. He unleashed his strongest attack, a dazzling fist light instantly filling the night sky, carrying with it a torrent of lightning, and roared away.

In the silver sea, the flaming book in the stone statue woman's right hand turned on its own, the pages filled with dense symbols, blocking and extinguishing the peerless fist light.

In the mountains and seas, many people's expressions changed.

"Break through the night sea, who can fight me?" The stone statue woman uttered a grand heavenly voice. She was as majestic as a mountain, standing tall above the sea, her power shaking the heavens.

What kind of monster is this? The group of Earth Immortals on the Golden List all looked solemn.

"A tool of war within a civilizational system!"

"What era did this creation originate from?"

……

On the other side, a vast abyss rose into the night sky, hanging high above thick clouds. The wondrous flower, in its first bloom, possessed the power to surpass all others.

It is exceptionally beautiful, breathtakingly gorgeous, and bathed in the rosy clouds and dew, receiving the pure and spiritual energy of the heavens, with glistening white dewdrops rolling on its petals.

Each translucent petal, engraved with Daoist patterns, blooms layer upon layer, instantly releasing countless rays of light. The dazzling light seems to dispel the eternal night and illuminate the world.

The strange flower floated at the edge of the abyss. Most strangely, the area above was as bright as day, but the abyss remained completely dark, so dark that one could not see their own hand in front of their face.

Above, light soared to the heavens; below, it seemed to stretch to hell. Light and darkness were adjacent, yet clearly distinct, without the slightest transition between them.

In the realm of mountains and seas, several Earth Immortals joined forces to probe, unleashing sword light like a waterfall of stars, powerful magic seals, and enormous Dharma forms that plowed across the sky, creating terrifying ravines.

However, before the abyss, several attack methods became ineffective.

The enchanting flower swayed gently in the strong winds of the sky. Two petals collided slightly, and the resulting burst of dazzling light obliterated the immortal's sword light and magical form.

Moreover, this process is silent and stealthy, as if swallowed by a black hole.

In the realm of mountains and seas, everyone felt heavy-hearted; this wondrous flower was truly extraordinary.

Clearly, it is a tool of war within a civilization system.

"Before the civilization of the abyss, even if there are still gods in the world, they will decay! Not to mention others, you are all dust."

In that realm where light and darkness were clearly distinct, the voices of abyssal creatures echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Within the realm of mountains and seas, a group of ancient, deep-seated immortals simply stared at the strange flower, while some young and strong men couldn't help but want to speak up and refute it.

Jinbang immediately intervened. There was no point in arguing about the great battle between the two supreme systems; each side would naturally have a bias.

The words of the abyssal creatures were extremely harsh, full of contempt, and nothing more than their arrogance and self-importance.

At this critical juncture, we should just fight our way through!
Any words seem pale and useless.

If you can completely dominate your opponent, even if they spout nonsense and call you "father," they'll have to put up with it.

The totem faction, seeing that two "allies" had already intervened and were so powerful, displaying their Dharma form and war form respectively, also became active.

The Celestial Race and the Abyss Civilization sent timely messages, urging them to join the fray and fight the enemy together.

A group of totems readily agreed, as they wanted revenge. They believed that with two supreme civilizations as the main force, a joint attack would surely break through the Jade Capital's camp.

"A blood debt must be repaid in blood!" they roared, feeling powerful again and ready to devour their opponents!

The majestic sacred mountain trembled, all the carvings came to life, auspicious clouds soared into the sky, and the totem gods of ancient legends seemed to be about to step out of the mountain wall.

The entire dark mountain transformed back into a massive altar.

Their previous battle was extremely fierce. If today's events were to reach the depths of the Night Fog world, their reputation would be ruined and their status would plummet. Now they are re-entering the arena, hoping to regain their glory and dignity.

A large totem secretly reminded him: "Remember, don't get carried away, don't rush to the front, just pretend this time."

All they need is to be participants and stand on the side of the victors, and afterwards they can loudly proclaim that they have defeated the Yujing camp.

Within the realm of mountains and seas, from the elderly immortals to the young and strong, everyone felt their hearts taut. This time, with the three great civilizations attacking simultaneously, the pressure was skyrocketing.

Can they still handle it? At this moment, many people began to think again about the contents of their suicide note, regarding this battle as their last.

With a thunderous roar, a massive silver wave surged into the sky, and the stone statue of the woman fully revived, manifesting eight different forms that tore through the heavens, illuminating the heavens and the earth with divine radiance.

The wondrous flower in the abyss has densely interwoven Dao patterns on each petal, its light soaring to the heavens, capable of obliterating even earth immortals, and there, layer upon layer...

This is a systemic war, and it's incredibly dangerous.

Even a peerless expert at the seventh realm, if he went out alone, would be like a moth drawn to a flame, and would be destroyed in an instant.

At this critical moment, Jinbang asked the people in the Shanhai region, "Have you ever seen a sky full of stars?"

Everyone shook their heads, naturally they had never seen it before.

The next moment, the night sky was clear and completely different from before.

A gentle, flowing light permeated everything, pure and soft, like moonlight scattering down, evoking a sense of otherworldliness, a serene beauty.

The night fog disappeared, and then countless stars appeared, brilliant, vast, and boundless, adorning the entire sky.

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

Within the boundaries of mountains and seas, some sentimental teenagers were even moved to tears. They had never experienced the world of Great Light before. For them, it was a legend, the deepest hope and longing in their hearts, and now it had been fulfilled, realized, and they had truly seen it.

This is a moving experience of seeing the world as it truly is, a magnificent sight never before seen in the foggy world.

The enemy was also stunned. Whether it was the seven-headed dragon in the silver sea or the huge, mountain-like ferocious figures in the abyss, their expressions froze for a moment.

The night was clear and bright, and the stars shone brightly!
Suddenly, from the abyss, a head as large as a mountain peak shook, its face covered with countless golden eyes. After seeing the truth, it warned sternly, "Danger! Block it!"

"kill!"

In the silver sea, the Silver-Blood Winged Man, the Black Flame Phoenix, and others roared loudly, channeling their power into the stone statue woman.

In the sky, the stars are approaching and becoming increasingly clear.

Then, people saw that the large stars were rumbling and spinning, emitting a blinding light, and that they not only existed but were also approaching them.

However, the countless stars in the sky were burning and crashed down, carrying a destructive aura.

Soon, people saw the truth.

Countless meteorites were glowing, blasting through the night sky, burning fiercely, carrying a rich Daoist aura, swirling with fragments of order, and striking towards the three major factions.

In this era, the sun has disappeared, and the stars in the sky are indeed no longer visible.

This is the method of the Golden List, the accumulated foundation. It is a creation of the glorious period of the Jade Capital, and it has many forms. Now, another state of war has begun.

Moreover, it has a name—All the Stars Burn!
The list of successful candidates was awe-inspiring, its radiant glow connecting heaven and earth.

It aims to fill the silver sea with stars and flood the abyss, a magnificent yet terrifying sight.

Even the most advanced civilizations were at their wits' end, each fighting back with all their might. In their eyes, this was like an act of world destruction, a fight to the death.

A massive tsunami raged across the silver sea, and a colossal figure in eight different forms rotated to welcome the approaching stars, unleashing a blinding holy light that ignited the heavens.

The same was true of the Abyss Civilization, where strange flowers rose and grew ever larger, trying to support the vast night sky, lest the stars annihilate all things in the abyss below.

The dazzling petals, with each sway, resembled a swarm of earth immortals unleashing a dense barrage of sword light that pierced the heavens.

The totem faction was at a loss. They hid in the back and participated as "marginal figures," only to find that they couldn't escape either and had to start fighting for their lives.

"Old Jin, we saw it!" some young people shouted, wiping away tears from the corners of their eyes. They realized they had been moved to tears. Was this a fight to the death?

With a deafening roar, a meteorite carrying the light of order crashed into the silver sea, shattering the entire ocean and washing the night sky with its waves.

The stone statue of the woman trembled violently, continuously changing between various dharma-like forms.

One moment she's wielding a spear, prying aside one "big star" after another; the next she's flipping through the book of flames, the pages rustling as golden symbols rise and form a protective light barrier...

In the heat of the battle, she was struck on the shoulder, her hair disheveled, and she was being covered and eroded by the web of order formed by the stars in the night sky.

Later on, what burned in the sky no longer looked like meteorites and starlight, but rather one after another, immortal swords fell from the sky.

Those were beams of light, whistling down, with energy meteorites as their blades, trailing tails tens or even hundreds of miles long, sweeping across the sky and piercing into the silver sea.

The stone statue woman's shoulder exploded, and even in her cloud-like form, she still experienced the pain of stars converging and the sky and sea being scorched.

The spear in her hand dimmed, and then with a snap, it broke.

When she transformed into another form, the flaming book in her hand was pierced, and large, torn holes appeared on all the pages.

Most terrifyingly, the stars plunged into the sea, causing the silver sea to boil. Those of the Celestial Race who did not hide in the array were shredded and turned into flames.

On the other side, above the abyss, strange flowers bloomed, displaying thousands upon thousands of Dao patterns. They were trying to seal the sky with a rain of light, but the stars were still able to break through.

The night sky was a scene of devastation, with broken branches and fallen leaves everywhere. The magnificent flower, once the most beautiful of all, had withered and scattered, its fragments lying everywhere.

The abyss was once illuminated because countless energy meteorites carrying the light of order crashed into it.

Some of the enormous figures exploded into a bloody mist, while even more terrifying monsters fled into the depths of the earth, summoning the power of the abyss.

The vast abyss, which originally resembled a cosmic black hole, is now riddled with cracks and has undergone a terrible "baptism," with its exit bursting open.

The totem sacred mountain, whose altar was transformed into something magnificent and grand, now has several large holes, having been pierced and partially destroyed.

Some of the great totems were furious; their elite forces had suffered heavy losses, and they were one of the three supreme factions. How could they have been so badly injured when they joined forces? The core leadership was going crazy.

At the same time, they felt that the people on the Jade Capital side were even crazier. Knowing that they were no match for the three major camps, were they willing to burn themselves out?

Finally, the stars dimmed and gradually faded into the distance, the beams of light that pierced the heavens and earth disappeared, and the vast night sky returned to its original state.

The silver sea surged and rippled, and it took a long time for it to calm down.

The stone statue of the woman had three major aspects of her divine form destroyed, nearly halved, and the remaining aspects were also damaged.

"After you've exhausted everything, what will you have left to fight me with!" the stone statue woman spoke, a voice that was a mixture of many men and women.

This was the collective will of the Silver Sea Celestial Clan. Even those powerful species, with their deep minds, could no longer maintain their calm and composed state of mind, and were filled with indignation.

The main problem was that they were badly hurt, some were crippled, and their self-proclaimed invincible status was shattered.

The Abyss Civilization also suffered severe damage. Its exit was shattered, and the Great Abyss was riddled with cracks. Most importantly, nearly half of the petals of the War-type Abyss Flower were destroyed and scattered on the ground.

In the abyss, some broken scales the size of bed boards and huge, blood-stained broken horns floated in the darkness, in a very messy state, which showed how tragic it had just been.

From the depths of the earth, an ancient and domineering voice pierced through, saying, "Yujing, I have sacrificed you with blood!"

In an instant, the sea of ​​night mist that had surged into the sky once again exploded with a deafening roar, dissipating in all directions amidst this terrifying sound wave.

Within the totem camp, some were about to utter harsh words when they suddenly noticed thirty-six iron rods leisurely passing by, drawing in the blood mist of the fallen heroes. "Is this some kind of troublemaker? How dare it appear at a critical moment?"

Some of the large totems, their faces grim, immediately sealed off the sacred mountain.

What's outrageous is that some of the thirty-six Heaven-Stabilizing Stakes were incredibly audacious. Seeing that the magic array in the damaged area of ​​the Holy Mountain couldn't close immediately, they each swooped down, transforming into crowbars, inserting themselves into the gaps, and absorbing large amounts of blood mist and fragmented consciousness and soul light.

The great totems are enraged! What kind of person am I?!

A group of large totems making a move—who do they think they are? Such provocation is blatant humiliation.

In an instant, the entire sacred mountain, though riddled with large, translucent holes and cracks, still emitted holy light, attempting to retain those thick metal rods.

With a hum, the thirty-six divine stakes flew away like dragons, traversing the void and disappearing into the horizon.

Moreover, a voice came from the horizon: "The time to destroy the Totem Sacred Mountain is not far off!"

They were quite discreet; although they had appeared near the Silver Sea and the Abyss, they did not get too close to absorb the blood mist.

"What, you've fallen silent? You're done for? Come on then!" Voices echoed from the Silver Sea and the Abyss, eager for a furious revenge.

However, they were wary and did not act immediately, instead probing in various ways.

"Since you have said so, then I will grant your request!" Jinbang replied.

The next moment, the stars reappeared, illuminating the world. Beyond the mountains and seas, it seemed as if a sea of ​​stars had been transformed, and another catastrophe, as if the world were about to be destroyed, was about to begin.

"It really is..." Many people in the totem camp were on the verge of a mental breakdown. Was this still the Jade Capital camp that they had once wanted to control alone?
If they had been subjected to this level of treatment from the beginning, they... simply couldn't imagine it.

This is the result of Jinbang focusing on the other two major camps instead of keeping a close eye on them.

Roars echoed from the silver sea and the abyss. Huge waves, black mist, stone statues, and strange flowers were submerged under the overwhelming "star swords," suffering bombardment and piercing. The world was left in ruins...

Within the mountains and rivers, everyone was breathing heavily, feeling extremely exhausted. From the old to the young, everyone was giving it their all to support the fierce attack of the Golden List.

Now, many people are exhausted.

When the attack stopped, most of them collapsed to the ground, exhausted and too tired to move.

They desperately need rest and recuperation; they are no longer fit for another battle.

Even Qin Ming felt a sense of fatigue and emptiness.

At this moment, on each mountain peak, from the cauldrons bubbling with ancestral trees and spirit vines, streams of light carrying soup flew out and were automatically delivered to everyone's mouths.

Jinbang spoke up: "Everyone, hurry up and recover. Once our deterrent foundation and power are exhausted, we'll still be counting on you to fight."

The Silver Sea and the Abyss were initially deathly silent, then the higher-ups let out low growls, their hearts filled with endless resentment. They could no longer maintain their earlier self-confidence and arrogance, and their losses were growing ever greater.

The stone statue of the Celestial Clan was almost completely destroyed, its eight war avatars severely damaged.

At the exit of the abyss, the exotic flowers withered and fell into ruin. It was unknown how many years it would take for them to recover. Unable to fight any longer, they retreated into the dark depths of the earth.

The sacred totem mountain was cracked, with many huge rocks falling off. The entire mountain is riddled with cracks, allowing light to leak through from both the front and back. Restoring it will be even more challenging.

"Ah..." The old totem's eyes were bloodshot, feeling that this battle had become an unbearable burden for them, like a nightmare.

What's most hateful is that the thirty-six street thugs—the Divine Stakes—have returned, frantically drawing blood mist through the broken magic array without any attempt at concealment.

"Get lost!" some of the large totems shouted.

However, the thirty-six Heaven-Stabilizing Stakes did not immediately retreat. Instead, they challenged and retaliated. With a loud bang, the sacred mountain shook, and soil and rocks flew everywhere, leaving thirty-six large holes.

"This……"

Many totems' pupils contracted. This powerful weapon, after being sacrificed and nurtured until now, actually dared to fight them?
The thirty-six Heaven-Stabilizing Divine Stakes were summoned away by the Golden List, and they did not unleash their full power. They knew when to stop and did not want to waste their energy on the Totem Sacred Mountain.

The higher-ups of Silver Sea and Abyss were resentful and wary. They had not expected that Golden List would be so frenzied, launching another saturation attack that rendered their war machine useless.

Have the enemy's accumulated strength been completely exhausted this time? Both camps are making a heavy assessment.

"It should be almost done!"

"You're exhausted now, what methods do you have left?"

Jinbang spoke up, replying, "Enough nonsense, bring it on if you have the means, I'm ready this time!"

"You think that apart from stone statues, exotic flowers, and other tools of war, we have no other preparations? Your strategy of mutual destruction is useless!"

From the abyss, a rumbling sound arose as a pale, enormous hand rose up, instantly becoming so large and boundless that it blotted out the sky.

It was just a severed hand, but the moment it slowly rose, it brought an immense sense of oppression, making even the Earth Immortal feel a chill run down his spine.

Within the abyss, an endless stream of power poured in, making the pale hand even more terrifying, with Daoist rhythms flowing and patterns of rules intertwined endlessly.

In this era, it is truly astonishing that they still possess such "foundation".

At the same time, from the silver sea, a rotting wing rose up. It had no arms, head, or other body parts; only a broken, bloody single wing remained, slowly ascending.

Jinbang said, "Given the current situation, what's the point of bringing out this 'zombie meat'? No matter how glorious it was in the past, it's now just rotting corpses and remains. I thought there were some living things coming out."

A cold laugh echoed from the silver sea. The high-ranking members of the Celestial Clan channeled their power into the rotting wing, causing it to grow larger and rise into the sky, aiming at the mountain and sea realm.

"Easy for you to say, let's see what you're going to use to stop this!"

In the abyss, the pale hand was also vast, growing ever larger, obscuring half the sky.

In the realm of mountains and seas, a nine-colored ice mountain emerges from the ground. The ice is cracking, and ancient coffins, buried for who knows how many years, are trembling as their lids are slowly being lifted.

These are all veterans in the industry.

If it weren't for the Nine-Colored Ice Sealing and the Dao Chains Locking Life Force, these people would have long since disappeared into history.

Zhuo Kun, at his peak, was known as a half-step celestial being and was the most senior person in the Nine Heavens. Among these ice coffins, some people were his contemporaries who competed for glory, while others were much older and no longer recognized by later generations.

"Finally, this day has come. Is it time for us to shine and burn ourselves out?"

An aged voice sighed, filled with melancholy and helplessness at its own fate. It lamented that it had not lived to see the glorious era of gentle Daoist charm pouring down like rain, and also expressed concern for future generations. It had been forced to this point, where they had to be mobilized.

Some people calmly stood up, having already lived enough.

Some were reluctant to leave the ice coffin, hoping to wait for a glorious new era to arrive and to set foot in the realm of celestial beings.

Zhuo Kun looked at the senior figures he knew and said, "You're all about to rot. No matter how much you try to lock in your life force, you can't hold on any longer. Your soul fire is constantly dying out. What are you still hesitating about?"

An old man reluctantly said, "Actually, I think I can still salvage this situation. I can mend it with the Dao Chain and make it another eight hundred years."

A supreme true god spoke up: "Senior, if you don't come out soon, we're all ready to burn you. Can't you see your feet are rotting? Even the Nine-Colored Divine Ice can't freeze you. It's irreversible and can't stop the signs of your Dao fading away. This is called 'Rotting Dao,' and neither the Nine-Colored Ice nor the Dao Chains can hold you back."

"Sigh!" Some old monsters really hadn't lived enough yet. Their reactions were very real, with expressions of reminiscing about the past and deep resentment, as they walked out of the ice coffin.

With a snap, his rotting lower leg broke off accidentally. He knelt down and gently and carefully reattached it.

"Old buddies, let's go! Let's deal with those bastards who disturbed our slumber and forced us to wake up early. Let them pay a bloody price and show those extraterrestrial demons the unparalleled glory of the most powerful group of our time!"

Some old men and a group of old women emerged from the ice, cursing and swearing. Although they looked decayed, dilapidated, and unsightly, and their language was not elegant, no one laughed at them.

Because many people know that they were indeed among the most outstanding people in the past, handsome and refined, and with unparalleled charm. However, time has robbed them of their youth, cut off their splendor, and worn away their former brilliance and elegance. Now they use vulgar language to cover up their old age and hide their melancholy and resentment.

"This is... the Nine-Colored Divine Ice extracted from the depths of the Night Mist World?" The high-ranking members of the Silver Sea and Abyss factions were all deeply shaken.

They knew all too well how rare and difficult to find that strange substance was. Even if they caught a glimpse of its traces from afar, they would find it hard to obtain. It was hidden deep within the deadly land of Calamity, and the Jade Capital camp actually had an iceberg of it!
"What can a bunch of old guys whose lifespans are nearing their end do? After they make a single move, they themselves will decay and crumble!"

The high-ranking members of the Celestial Race and the Abyss Civilization spoke up and made their judgments.

"How dare you treat this old man with disrespect?" An old man, withered and bald, looked towards the direction of the silver sea.

"So what if you underestimate it?" A voice came from the silver sea, and the overwhelming, rotten wing-like Dao patterns intertwined and covered the Golden List.

"If it weren't for an accident, I would have already stepped into the realm of gods. How could it be your place to criticize me?"

The old man let out a loud shout, and his whole body surged with golden light. He was activating the "Ultimate Golden Body" technique, and his terrifying blood energy exploded instantly.

He radiated countless golden rays, his withered body revived, and with his physical body, he tore through the void. With one step, he arrived in front of the Silver Sea. His enormous golden fist swelled up, covering the sky, and slammed into the decaying wings.

"Rotten bones and zombie flesh, how dare you cause trouble!" His voice and the light of his fist roared through the heavens and earth.

Behind him, some elderly men followed suit and joined the attack.

In the night sky, rotting feathers exploded, and blood stained the ground everywhere.

From the abyss, a pale, massive hand suddenly pressed down, about to blast towards the mountain and sea territory of the Golden List.

At this moment, an old sword immortal with white hair straightened his back and drew his long sword with a clang, saying, "I once wanted to grasp the Milky Way with one hand, and though I was invincible in my life, I was defeated by the years."

In an instant, an eight-colored sword aura soared into the sky, the eight extreme domains merging together, sweeping across the pale hand and causing blood to rain down in front of it.

"It was that peerless sword immortal who once pacified the world with a single sword and was almost about to step into the realm of celestial immortals. However, when he went to war against the outer realms, he was besieged by the gods, his origin was torn apart, and he missed the path to celestial immortality!"

Many senior immortals widened their eyes in shock, never expecting that this ancient person had also been frozen in ice, persisting until this life, and drawing his sword once again.

They knew all too well that the legends about him were true: he was never defeated by his opponents, he was a force to be reckoned with throughout his life, and in the end, he succumbed to the ravages of time due to injuries from which he could not recover.

Behind the white-haired swordsman, there were also some people following, including a hunched old woman, his confidante, who was once stunningly beautiful and captivating, but now she was old and frail, and she fought alongside him.

"kill!"

A streak of light appeared in the sky, and the affiliated civilizations of the Celestial Race, the Abyss, and the Totem faction appeared in time to come to their aid, their battle cries shaking the heavens.

At this moment, the thirty-six Heaven-Stabilizing Pillars revived, and with a boom, they shot into the sky, instantly piercing through a subordinate civilization and causing it to explode.

At the same time, all the special weapon fragments were glowing and then soaring into the sky. These were once weapons of celestial beings and gods, and now the core consciousness within them was awakening.

Some weapon fragments, even pieced together, formed nearly intact suits of armor, from which seemed to echo a profound sigh, traversing the vast expanse of history from the distant past to the present day.

They are recovering, staring at the distant horizon!

"Yujing camp, you're finished!" A cold but domineering voice came from the depths of the abyss.

The white-haired, peerless sword immortal's body was naturally much weaker than before, and he even swayed uncontrollably for a short time. However, his words were still firm and resounding: "As long as the Eighth Realm does not appear, I will not be defeated in the mortal world, unless I am completely destroyed!"

His arm trembled slightly, but he managed to swing the sword a second time. Behind him, his old brother supported him, giving him his last bit of strength.

His confidante was also providing him with strength on the other side, while she herself was rapidly decaying, her once black hair now white, falling out strand by strand and crumbling.

"cut!"

The white-haired sword immortal straightened his back. In the second sword strike, the edge of the eight-colored sword aura still carried a faint ninth color. Although it was not fully formed, the ninth sword aura had appeared.

The nine-colored sword light swept across the heavens and earth, and with a loud bang, it shattered the pale hand that was slapping down, sending rotten flesh, broken bones, and foul blood flying in all directions.

Behind him, his old brother fell, and his confidante could not hold on any longer; they all decayed and fell into the night fog.

The peerless swordsman turned around and looked deeply at the landscape, his gaze filled with sorrow and helplessness at the passing years. He paused briefly before continuing forward, whispering, "You and the mountains and rivers are but passersby."

Whether he was lamenting his own fate or grieving the loss of his old friends and confidants, he did not look back. He resolutely swung his third sword forward, plunging into the abyss.

At this moment, it was as if a great river of water was flowing down from the sky, and the boundless sword light and endless sword intent poured into the abyss, intending to fill it up and crush it!
Beneath the feet of the peerless sword immortal, a small boat appeared. He carried supreme sword light and boundless sword intent, leading an endless sea of ​​sword dao, and rushed towards the abyss.

He is invincible among men, unless he dies.

At this moment, he was releasing his last sword intent, piercing through the abyss. He was riding the long river of swords, and the vast sword light spread across the sky and the earth, merging with himself and pouring into the abyss!
You and the mountains and rivers are but passersby, a lone boat and its shadow adrift.

He was never seen again in this world.

(End of this chapter)