Golden Shovel Survival: One Lucky Star and One Colorful Hex

Chapter 243 Unpredictable Sword Intent!

It was a pitch-black space, and it felt like stepping on water, creating ripples. Mo Lang didn't even know why he was there.

It's like a dream; everything seems illogical, yet perfectly logical.

After he touched that void sword intent that seemed capable of devouring everything, a figure that looked exactly like him appeared in front of him. However, this figure was filled with all kinds of violent auras such as evil, destruction, and devouring, as if it were the embodiment of all evil, and it stared greedily at Mo Lang.

"Could this be the reason for the formation of the Darkin?"

Mo Lang didn't know what had happened, but his subconscious told him that if he failed, he would be devoured by the other party, or he would become the other party, or the other party would replace him.

"Roar!"

Before Mo Lang could think further, the Void Mo Lang let out a roar like a monster and charged towards Mo Lang.

With a wave of his hand, a void sword instantly materialized in his palm. It was a massive black sword that seemed entirely ethereal, yet shimmered with iridescent colors.

As the Void Avatar rode the waves, the water ripples beneath its feet instantly condensed into purplish-black crystals. Cracks spread outwards like a spider web, and wherever it passed, the remaining fragments of sword intent were frantically devoured, transforming into the eerie luster flowing on the opponent's blade.

"Perfect timing! I didn't even know which sword intent suited me!" Seeing this, Mo Lang reached out, and the killing sword intent floating to the side also transformed into a killing sword in Mo Lang's hand.

"The Darkborn... truly a soul consumed by sword intent."

Mo Lang's palm, gripping the sword of slaughter, was sweating profusely. The mirror image before him grinned inhumanly, its pupils churning not with blood but with dark matter like falling stars. Each swing of the sword brought with it a shrill whistling sound as space tore apart.

When the Void Greatsword collided with the Slaughter Sword, Mo Lang was shocked to see his own blade being slowly corroded, the blood-red sword light being gnawed into mottled gaps by the multicolored black patterns.

Mo Lang and Void Mo Lang instantly engaged in battle, but Mo Lang was no match for Void Mo Lang at all, because the opponent's combat experience and skills far surpassed Mo Lang's, directly suppressing Mo Lang in the fight.

"boom!"

The Void Avatar's elbow strike landed squarely on Mo Lang's sternum, sending him flying backward like a broken arrow, his back slamming into an invisible barrier of consciousness.

He watched helplessly as the other person raised their arm, a scarlet vortex splitting open in their palm, from which countless tiny void tentacles emerged, weaving in mid-air into a cage that devoured everything.

When those tentacles touched the ice and fire sword intent protecting Mo Lang's body, they made greedy sucking sounds. The ice blades melted into poisonous water, and the flames were tempered into ghostly green flames.

"If this continues, I will be completely devoured!"

Mo Lang forced himself to kneel on one knee, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the other sword intents hovering at the edge of the battlefield. The wind blades were still stubbornly cutting through the void, and the lightning bolts exploded unwillingly but could not cause any ripples. The other sword intents had been almost completely corroded by the void sword intents.

The problem was that his combat skills and experience were simply too lacking. Even though he had become proficient in all the sword moves and techniques in Master Yi's books after countless battles, combat experience could not be compensated for by intelligence or comprehension alone; it required a lot of battles accumulated over time.

"Sword intent is not a weapon, but a mirror of one's true self. To master one's own path, one must understand one's own true self." Just then, Mo Lang suddenly remembered Aatrox's words, a flash of understanding crossing his eyes. He gritted his teeth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and revealed a sinister smile:
"My true heart? My true heart is to take life and death lightly, and fight if you disagree!"

Mo Lang's roar shook his sea of ​​consciousness, causing the surrounding sword intent to shatter into countless specks of light.

He then opened his palm, and the light fragments gathered as if attracted by a magnet to form a transparent sword embryo. It was a being that was more intense than the Dao of Limitlessness and more unrestrained than the sword intent of the void—the "Unbounded Sword Intent" that was purely tempered from his own heart!
The patterns on the surface of the sword blank twisted and turned as if they were alive, and each change brought about subtle folds in the space.

Mo Lang's aura grew increasingly fierce, his battle intent, along with the fragments of broken sword intent, swirling in the void to form a constantly shrinking vortex, drawing all his power towards the sword embryo in his hand.

Just as the sword intent vortex was about to reach its critical point, thousands of silver-blue electric arcs suddenly exploded around Mo Lang, enveloping the sword embryo like a spider web.

The remaining sword intent of ice, fire, thunder, and wind suddenly surged wildly, shedding its last trace of impurity under the tempering of the electric arc, and transforming into pure primal power that was injected into the sword embryo.

The patterns on the surface of the sword blank completely transformed into a flowing galaxy, each flash accompanied by a tremor of the laws of space, as if the entire sea of ​​consciousness was resonating with the birth of this sword.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Lang's pupils contracted sharply, and the blood energy in his body surged through his meridians like a volcanic eruption, rushing straight to his sea of ​​consciousness. The starry river patterns on the surface of the sword embryo suddenly swelled, and a sword energy phantom that spanned the entire space of consciousness soared into the sky, stirring the silver-blue electric arc into a boiling energy vortex.

The primordial power was being compressed wildly at the core of the sword intent vortex, faintly revealing a chaotic aura of destruction and rebirth!

The next second, the chaotic aura at the center of the sword embryo suddenly contracted, turning into a light spot the size of a soybean.

This seemingly tiny point of light contained a terrifying suction force capable of devouring stars. All the energy in the sea of ​​consciousness, whether it was the floating remnants of sword intent or the fragments of laws floating in the void, was forcibly pulled in like moths to a flame.

Just as the light spot was about to reach its limit, a resounding clang that transcended time and space suddenly exploded.

The cracks on the surface of the sword embryo spread like a spider web, and the chaotic aura transformed into tangible sword energy that surged out. Under the impact of this earth-shattering power, Mo Lang's consciousness became clearer and clearer. He clearly saw that what was pulsating at the center of the sword embryo was the true essence of sword intent condensed from his indomitable will.

Mo Lang stared at the sword embryo that embodied his life's beliefs, a wild and arrogant smile curving his lips. His aura became increasingly refined, like a supernova about to explode, every fluctuation rewriting the rules of his sea of ​​consciousness.

As the last wisp of chaotic energy dissipated, the halo on the surface of the sword embryo suddenly surged, illuminating the entire consciousness space with every detail.

"This sword intent, which contains both creation and destruction, is finally complete!"

At this moment, Mo Lang's aura also changed. His golden eyes were filled with divinity, and he held the transparent sword embryo in his hand, which contained the power of creation and destruction. It was as if the creator god himself had come down!

Mo Lang toyed with the rather unattractive sword blank in his hand, his pair of divine golden eyes gazing at the wary Void Avatar, a confident smile playing on his lips:

"Even the void must collapse in the process of creation and destruction!"

(End of this chapter)