Primordial Emperor Xihuang

Chapter 159 Elm Tree

A sudden storm and dark clouds arose, instantly restoring the once silent world to its original clamor. The earth rumbled and trembled, and hundreds of mountains and dense forests were cleaved open by Fuxi's sword, with dust and sandstorms billowing on both sides of the bottomless ravines.

The destructive power of Fuxi's sword strike has surpassed the limit that the Taiyi realm can reach, and has entered the realm of Daluo Daojun.

In the sky split in two, the will that transcended everything was wounded by Fuxi's sword. Countless crimson lightning bolts surged and exploded in the vast sky, carrying the furious will of the Great Chunmu.

Having just regained their freedom, Tianmei, Tianchu, and Tianling looked at the streaks of blood-red lightning flashing across the sky, their faces filled with anger. With a loud shout, the three clan leaders summoned their magical treasures and charged towards Fuxi.

"You are indeed loyal."

Fuxi glanced at Tianmei and the other two, and then countless sword lights fell like stars from the sky, slashing towards them with piercing killing intent.

Each beam of sword light seemed to be forged from countless primordial energies. Though they appeared no more slender than a finger, the moment they touched the sword light, the surging energy around Tianmei, Tianchu, and Tianling was torn to pieces. The magical treasures in their hands drew upon the mighty power of heaven and earth, yet they were still unable to break through the chilling sword intent that enveloped them.

A sliver of sword light slashed down, and Tianchu screamed in agony as his eyes, which shone with a sharp light, were pierced by the sword light. Tianmei's face turned pale as her voluptuous body was pierced by the sword. Blood spilled from the corner of Tianling's mouth, and one of her severed arms turned into a cloud of blood mist amidst the ravages of the sword light.

The sword light flickered, and the exquisite blade of the Dongjun Sword slowly pointed at Tianmei and the other two. If Fuxi were to strike again, one of the three Tianchu would surely die in front of him.

"I've said enough!"

An even more powerful consciousness descended, and a majestic yet cold voice dominated the spacetime order within the Great Chun Domain, abruptly severing the connection between Fuxi and the Dongjun Sword in his palm.

The immense power of time and space, as fine as silk threads, transformed into a tide, relentlessly eroding Fuxi's physical body and consciousness.

The countless sword lights wrapped around the Dongjun Sword seemed to have undergone billions of years of time passing under the erosion of the great power of time and space, slowly collapsing and disintegrating. Fuxi's physical body also degenerated and weakened towards the past under the erosion of the power of time and space.

"The power of spacetime is used very skillfully, but the power of spacetime used remotely cannot damage my foundation."

A cyan mist rose above Fuxi's head, transforming into a canopy. Thousands of cyan water droplets cascaded down from the canopy, creating ripples. The erosion of the great power of time and space was completely blocked and swallowed up by this faint cyan ripple.

The power of Azure Dragon Smoke is among the top in the entire primordial world. In terms of sheer quality, the azure smoke is even superior to the spiritual essence nurtured by the primordial Heavenly Dao.

Even if the Great Chunmu tree cannot appear in person, merely manipulating the power of space and time remotely is insufficient to shake the power of the Azure Dragon Smoke.

An overwhelming will stirred up endless wind, rain, and thunder in the sky, revealing the fury of the great cedar tree.

Fuxi's expression was indifferent. His azure canopy continued to expand, crowding out the will of the Great Chunmu. The sword light on the Dongjun Sword became increasingly brilliant, reaching the heavens and the earth, and freezing all the changes in time and space within a million miles.

The will of the Great Pagoda Tree grew increasingly furious, its terrifying will constantly rising, transcending the world, and its majestic will, surpassing even the will of heaven, seemed to be gradually awakening.

Within the Great Chun Domain, all things were in chaos, and the universe once again descended into a deathly silence. This time, even the canopy formed by the Azure Dragon Smoke above Fuxi's head was greatly affected, with the azure smoke hanging below it appearing intermittently, its brightness uncertain.

The pure sword light emanating from the Dongjun Sword dimmed under the pressure of such immense power, and the sword light that pierced through heaven and earth continuously dissipated and disintegrated, transforming into countless brilliant lights.

Fuxi looked coldly at the dark, stormy, and thunderous Great Chun Domain before him, showing no fear whatsoever.

The more the Great Chunmu behaves this way, the more it proves that this Great Dao Ancestral Tree cannot display too much power. Otherwise, given the Great Chunmu's origin and status, it wouldn't need to show such a grand display to deal with a mere Taiyi Realm cultivator.

After a long while, it seemed that the Great Chunmu also realized that Fuxi was not afraid of his methods at all, and helplessly withdrew all the dark clouds and storms.

A wisp of will descended, and a smile appeared on Fuxi's indifferent face.

After glancing at the three Tianmei people in front of him, who were panting and covered in sword marks, Fuxi returned the Dongjun Sword in his palm to its sheath. Following the guidance of the Great Chunmu's will, he arrived at the foot of a ailanthus tree with green leaves and a gray-black trunk on the southeast side of the Great Chunmu Domain.

Its crown is like a canopy, its flowers and leaves are like feathers, it is tall and upright, and its roots are intertwined.

The ailanthus tree in front of Fuxi was only a hundred feet tall, which was considered short among the many divine trees and spiritual roots in the primordial world.

However, Fuxi sensed a faint aura of decay from this ailanthus tree. This ailanthus tree seemed to have come from the very beginning of time, before all living beings had been born, and its whole body exuded the aura of vicissitudes, antiquity, and eternity.

"It seems you were seriously injured when Pangu created the world."

Fuxi looked at the crack that had split open from top to bottom on the trunk of the ailanthus tree, a faint look of mockery on his face.

"Young man, I've already tolerated you once. Don't force me to take action a second time. I can guarantee that if I do, you won't have any chance of survival."

A majestic yet aged voice came from within the ailanthus tree. A face with long, drooping eyebrows and many wrinkles appeared on the trunk of the ailanthus tree, and a pair of eyes formed from wood knots coldly looked at Fuxi.

"Then go ahead and try. I can guarantee that no matter if you attack a second, third, fourth, or fifth time, you won't be able to kill me."

Facing the giant ailanthus tree, Fuxi's attitude was extremely firm. His eyes were fixed on the face on the tree, and his divine spirit gradually turned cold. The Dongjun sword at his waist once again emitted a clang like a dragon.

"It's been a long time since anyone dared to speak to me like that."

The giant ailanthus tree looked at Fuxi, and countless petals and leaves on its hundred-zhang-tall trunk fell away amidst a terrifying surge of spiritual energy.

The almost tangible power of spacetime was reflected in Fuxi's eyes. Two lines, one horizontal and one vertical, pierced through the past and future of the cosmos. The ultimate power plunged Fuxi's body into eternal silence.

"The Dragon Emperor is nothing more than a tiny insect that inherited some remnants of the Taiyuan Clan..."

Wisps of azure mist surged forth from Fuxi's body, vast and boundless, the profound and obscure Daoist essence shattering the solidified spacetime with unstoppable force.

The two axes of light, time and space, which intersected to form a cross, collapsed and disintegrated in an instant. Even the great power of time and space, which is the origin of the cosmos, dared not touch the azure mist surrounding Fuxi in the slightest.

(End of this chapter)