Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 186 The Dark Judgment of the Demonic Sword

New life is conceived inside the eggshell.

As strands of soul energy were infused, the connection was continuously strengthened.

Although they could hatch now, staying a little longer will allow for more complete and healthy development. Premature infants are often accompanied by various illnesses and hidden dangers.

The hatching of the three-eyed raven came at just the right time. Tai'an was feeling overwhelmed and unable to make choices in various aspects.

Having just finished showering, Greenfield changed into a white slip dress, dried her wet hair with a towel, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I'm going out tonight!"

Tai'an gave his fiancée advance notice to avoid her being left alone and developing feelings of estrangement.

"Go ahead! I won't interfere with your freedom... Can you tell me what you're going to do?"

"Of course, I'll go cultivate!"

In the shady corner of an unnamed hill in the Black Forest, lies a secret laboratory.

Tai'an set up a dehumidifying array in the storage room and took out several bags of grain from his spatial ring to put in it, enough to feed the people here for more than half a year.

The rat-like demi-human brothers stood respectfully behind him: "Master, someone tried to escape! The Watcher cut off their legs."

"Oh! Still alive?"

"To live."

"Take me to see it."

The demi-human brothers led the way. The humidity inside the mountain wasn't too high, but it was a bit chilly.

Before the footsteps even got close, a shrill voice cried out, "Help me tell my family! I'll give you whatever money you want..."

A faint, foul odor wafted up, making one want to vomit.

Tai'an frowned and casually summoned a breeze. All six imprisoned men had lost everything below the knees.

They were all representatives of the Blue Rose family, confirmed to be harboring malice. The reason they weren't executed was simply because they were practice materials needed for cultivating life forms. In short, as long as they weren't dead, that was fine.

"Spare me! I swear I will never be an enemy of the Blue Rose family for generations to come!" Viscount Tulong wailed, begging for mercy.

"You haven't received any punishment you deserve yet! Behave well, and I'll consider giving you a chance to live."

Anyone can make empty promises, but unfortunately, the initiative was in Tai'an's hands. He used the Mage's Hand to give the injured a life-saving potion.

The ordinary quality items that Liadrin crafted weren't too expensive. Then, she cast a healing spell to stabilize their injuries.

In fact, Ovisga handled it perfectly. He severed the limbs below the knees without causing massive bleeding or trauma. The flesh, scorched by the greyish-white death aura, showed signs of withering and turning a dark red, losing all sensation of pain and feeling.

These nobles were mostly in their elite stage, and their vitality was far stronger than that of ordinary people. After simple treatment, there was no need to worry too much about their lives.

Just to be on the safe side, Tai'an added the restrictions on cultivators again.

Qi and blood blockage!

Battle aura is generated from the circulation of blood and qi, and by sealing off the flow of blood and qi, they are no different from ordinary people. Coupled with the restraint of steel shackles, they initially thought they were invincible. However, they found a way to break through the blood and qi blockade.

Tai'an felt that his method of imposing the restriction might have been too crude, resulting in a significantly shortened effective duration. Normally, it would take at least several months for the effect to begin to weaken.

He reinforced the blood and qi blockade and ordered the rat-man brothers to put shackles on the group.

The pain of killing is too short-lived to warrant any punishment.

The remorse born of darkness and loss of freedom, along with the helplessness and fear of the future, are the most justifiable punishments for these pampered nobles.

A starry night sky, a deep blue moon, and dark purple aurora borealis.

At the top of the hill, on a giant rock, Tai'an sat cross-legged. He took out a magic wand with a core of locust wood shaped like a sword, which floated quietly in front of him.

After a month of refinement, the spiritual energy finally took shape, perfectly fusing the power of Yin and Yang. The negative energy and the power of lightning combined to form Dark Lightning, far more threatening and destructive than elemental orbs such as Fire Orb and Frost Orb.

The demonic sword itself possesses immense power, even its own consciousness and spirit. It can be compared to the nature of a divine artifact.

Now, only one final step remains! Inscribe the hilt of the demonic sword.

Tai'an chose a composite inscription array. It consists of the Yin gathering represented by Death Coil and the Thunder gathering represented by Thunder Summoning.

The unsealed demonic sword's consciousness revived, and with a slight tremor, the world changed color. The bright night sky was gradually covered by deep, dark clouds. Electricity surged through the clouds, and a sudden clap of thunder rang out.

The paths of the two inscriptions constantly intersect on the sword.

The fundamental inscriptions of the two worlds are identical. The rumors all point to traces discovered by cultivators in nature. All fundamental rules converge on the same point: gathering water, gathering fire, gathering thunder, gathering yin…

In essence, most spells are evolved from basic runes, either by changing their form to be more advantageous for attack, by incorporating other attributes to complement each other, or by compressing and increasing their power.

The gathering thunderclouds formed a vortex in the sky, and the huge eye of the storm seemed as if God was gazing at the ground.

Thunderbolts struck down instantly.

The Source Eye had anticipated this, seeing the trajectory of the Heavenly Punishment a step ahead. The dark red aura of calamity was not directed at him, but at the demonic sword suspended in mid-air.

Tai'an has set up a safe distance in advance.

The dazzling lightning engulfed everything, and when everything subsided, the two basic runes completely merged into one, with black and white light overflowing alternately.

Dark lightning is the power of destruction!

Tai'an gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and, on a whim, lightly swung it towards the woods at his feet.

The tip of the demonic sword unleashed a destructive electric grid of interwoven dark lightning, reducing everything in sight to dust in the leaping flashes of light. Tree trunks, soil, rocks, and even living beings exploded. The area affected was measured in kilometers.

The terrifying scene vividly demonstrates the power of the demonic sword.

Besides destroying the power grid, there are also attack modes like Thunderous Descent and Dark Lightning Strike. Thunderous Descent requires a change in celestial phenomena to unleash. Dark Lightning Strike can be cast instantly, without any charging or input of corresponding magic energy; the power of the magic sword itself can cause considerable damage. Of course, combining it with the user's own power will further enhance its effectiveness.

"We should give you a name."

Tai'an let his thoughts wander. The weapon Lord Dawn used was aptly named the Sword of Dawn. However, before dawn came the long darkness. A thought struck him: "From now on, you will be called Dark Judgment."

There may be duplicate names, but that doesn't matter. The Dark Judgment will claim its own place in history with its absolute power.

The demon sword emitted a slight humming sound.

"You need to learn to restrain your power! Otherwise, I won't be able to let you roam freely outside."

Tai'an used telepathy, knowing that the demonic sword would understand.

The clouds that had gathered in the sky began to disperse. The night sky once again shone brightly with stars.

I practiced meditation all night until the sun gradually rose above the horizon.

(End of this chapter)