Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 189 The Radiance of Humanity
It is highly lethal, but its true aura seems insignificant.

This glass cannon, which attacks high but defends low, is best left unattacked as it's ready to fire everywhere.
A long, obelisk-shaped monument, resembling a tombstone, rose into the air and hurtled rapidly toward the forest amidst a terrifying whooshing sound.

It possessed an aura far more powerful than the white bone demon of that day; it was a level comparable to a Nascent Soul stage human cultivator.

It is called... nightmare.

The Nascent Soul stage elder of the Immortal Sect, who was originally fighting against them, wanted to rush to their aid immediately, but as soon as he moved, a feeling of utter weakness surged up from the depths of his soul.

They held out in Tianyuan for a month, but had no way to kill the demons.

Since the fifth demonic tide, the elders have been the ones who have been responsible for dealing with the demons.

On one hand, they need to fight against the demonic nature in their own sea of ​​consciousness, and on the other hand, they need to maintain constant monitoring of the entire Heavenly Abyss Demon Rift.

He had pushed himself to the limit, both physically and mentally.

Now that I want to lend a helping hand, I find myself suddenly feeling powerless.

Although he was startled for a moment and tried to gather his inner energy, he was ultimately a beat too late.

Not to mention that other demonic creatures swarmed in, creating enough opportunity for the Nightmare of the Abyss Realm.

Monument of the Nightmare of Rebirth.

As the tombstone flew in, the accompanying ghosts rushed into the forest like a landslide and a tsunami.

Those were the countless creatures that had died at his hands in the past, including humans and demonic beasts.

They have all now transformed into cougars, fighting alongside him.

Lin Jian frowned slightly as he looked at the demonic eye but couldn't see through the thick demonic energy, and made a sword incantation to control his flying sword.

The flying sword that had just merged into one split again, and with a flick of its sword finger in the forest, it scattered in all directions to kill the vengeful spirits.

But the inscription's power extends far beyond that. As it draws ever closer, a kind of hazy, illusory image begins to confuse the senses in the forest.

"careful!"

"Don't let it steal your life!"

"Recover your mind and stop using your sword!"

The sounds around me grew ever more distant.

In a daze, it seemed to transform into a jumble of noises—

"Brother Lin, give me two catties of pork, the hind leg meat."

"Cut me a pound of pork belly, the fatty kind."

"Go to the backyard and kill that cow. If it breaks its leg, it won't live long."

Butcher... I am a butcher.

He raised his knife in the woods, intending to stab.

The goal is my own belly.

At the critical moment, two chains crossed and passed through, and Lin Jian's mind cleared instantly, allowing him to focus all his attention.

The Shadowless Flying Sword, having lost control of the spirit, instantly returned to protect itself, retaining only the most basic protective functions.

However, the tombstone's design doesn't stop there. A small, gargoyle-like demon sits atop the tombstone, its claws gripping a blood-stained judge's pen.

Those scarlet eyes stared intently at the forest as they approached, their dark depths momentarily causing the forest dwellers to feel dizzy.

"Be careful! Don't let it read your soul!" came the shout from the Nascent Soul stage elder of the Immortal Sect.

This gargoyle can read the soul of a designated target and record their life story on a tombstone.

Once the inscription appears on the monument, it means that the target is doomed to die.

"Tampering with life" is an area-of-effect attack, while "taking life" is a targeted attack.

Without at least a Golden Core stage cultivator's Hunyuan Ruyi, a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator would be a sure hit every time.

Even Golden Core cultivators would have a high chance of perishing in the face of this move, let alone Foundation Establishment juniors who are far inferior to Golden Core cultivators. The moment they saw the eerie red light flash in the gargoyle's eyes, many of the elders who reacted quickly were already filled with despair.

It's so rare to see such a brilliant and talented young man, but little did I know that the first time I saw him would also be the last time I saw him fall from grace.

Unexpectedly, a faint, seven-colored glow appeared out of nowhere, subtly shimmering around its body in the forest.

This layer of iridescent light, which looks as thin as a cicada's wing, appears soft, weak, and fragile, like a bubble in the wind that seems to dissipate at the slightest breeze.

However, it was this faint layer of seven-colored light that caused the red glow in the gargoyle's eyes to slowly dissipate.

Even the gargoyle's face, which was completely unlike a human's, seemed to show a hint of confusion.

I felt a warmth in the woods.

In this dark and cold rift of evil.

He even heard some whispering sounds—

"May the immortal master live a peaceful life."

"May the Immortal Master live as long as the heavens."

"I hope you are happy every day, Immortal Master."

"I hope the immortal master will vanquish all the demons and monsters in the world."

……

Unlike the previous bizarre hallucinations, the voices heard now were firm and clear.

Humanitarian brilliance!

Merit for all people!

At the time, I had no idea whether the merit I had truly gained was real, yet it displayed its powerful strength at this most crucial moment.

Lin Jian didn't know what had happened at first, but that didn't stop him from running away quickly.

Even the Nightmare Demons of the Abyss Realm, who are on par with the Nascent Soul stage, have their eyes on me. If I don't run away, am I supposed to just stay here and fight them head-on?
It is not good to project one's spiritual awareness outwards.

He went back to his old ways in the forest, using his superhuman speed to dash away.

After this brief delay, the elders of the Zhengyang Sect finally landed their spells behind the forest, blocking the Nightmare Demon's pursuit.

However, most of the elders' eyes were on Lin Jian, as if they wanted to see what other tricks this little guy had up his sleeve.

That layer of iridescent light, as thin as a cicada's wing, was invisible to anyone but himself in the forest.

To usurp fate, to take someone's life.

The two signature abilities of the Rebirth Nightmare Stele are absolutely devastating to ordinary cultivators, directly crushing them in terms of cultivation level and life level. However, they were completely ineffective against this mere Foundation Establishment stage sword cultivator.

Indeed, the strength of any strong person is all-encompassing.

Even if he is only at the Foundation Establishment stage... the fact that he can stand out like this means that he probably has no weaknesses in any aspect.

Throughout the entire battlefield, perhaps only the two Nascent Soul stage elders from the Zhengyang Sect and the Xianyi Sect briefly noticed the methods that Lin Jian might be relying on.

Merit!

This is something so rare and precious.

Major sects often call on their disciples to travel the world, slay demons, and do good deeds. In addition to accumulating merit for the sect, the disciples themselves can also gain some merit in the process.

However, sects generally don't say it outright, and pursuing it too deliberately will only backfire.

Moreover, how could the good deeds performed by those disciples in their daily lives accumulate such a profound amount of merit?
I wonder what great thing this kid did that made the power of merit protecting him withstand the full force of the Abyss Nightmare Demon.
Such a disciple must not be allowed to perish during this battle to protect Tianyuan!

Upon thinking of this, the elder of the Immortal Sect, who had slightly relaxed his snacks, even felt a little resentful.

Are the people of the Zhengyang Sect blind? How could they put such a future human race into such a dangerous situation?

(End of this chapter)