I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

This thought exploded deep within Li Changge's consciousness.

He recalled this wasteland and the various ancient corpses that lay upon it.

Everything here points to the same fact: this is an ancient battlefield between humans and other races.

Ancient War.

Humans once fought against other races under this starry sky.

The alien races on Earth that are currently fighting against humanity—the Purple Spirit Clan, the Blood Demon Clan, and the Abyss Sea Clan—did not appear out of thin air.

They are descendants of alien races from that ancient war.

It is the remnant that remains after the bloodline has been diluted for countless generations.

Li Changge looked at the pure bloodline light flowing through the ancient alien race before him, and then compared it with the Purple Spirit Clan in his mind.

Their bloodline is now incredibly thin compared to their ancestors.

The impact of this realization was far more intense than the fighting on the battlefield.

This means that the war taking place on Earth is not some sudden event at all.

The conflict between humans and other races began in ancient times.

This continues to this day.

It has never stopped.

Li Changge didn't have time to process this information.

On the battlefield, that ancient alien race made a move.

It was as if a frame had been erased from reality; one second you were standing still, and the next you were right in front of that ancient warrior.

The distance was less than three meters.

The vertical eye between the eyebrows opened completely at the same instant.

A purple beam of light erupted from the vertical eye; it was not an energy attack, but a more fundamental force—a soul impact.

The purple light appeared to be only as thick as an arm to the naked eye.

It pierced through all the rules of physics and precisely targeted the consciousness of the ancient warrior.

Li Changge, separated by countless millennia of time, merely felt his soul being gripped tightly by an invisible hand after the aftershocks of that purple light brushed against the edge of his consciousness.

excruciating pain.

"What kind of powerful spiritual force is this?"

Compared to what's in front of me.

The spiritual power of the Purple Spirit Clan... is simply child's play.

In the center of the battlefield.

The ancient warrior took a half-step back with his left foot the instant the purple light touched his consciousness.

His pupils instantly turned pure silver-white, and a visible silver film covered three key acupoints: his brow, temples, and the back of his head, shimmering with light.

The purple light bombarded the silver light film.

At the same moment, the earth within a radius of 500 meters beneath the feet of the ancient warrior was crushed into dust.

This is the aftershock of the collision between two divine soul forces.

It was merely the aftermath.

The ancient warrior remained completely still.

He spoke.

"The Guantian Clan, compared to the Guantian King of yesteryear... have you degenerated to this extent?"

His voice was old and deep.

The celestial observer did not answer.

Its vertical eye suddenly contracted into a line.

next second.

The entire dark red sky changed color.

Above the sky, an eye slowly opened.

That eye stretched across the sky, so large it seemed to have no boundaries.

The purple iris resembled a swirling nebula, and the vertical pupils looked like a dark abyss tearing through the sky.

That is the ultimate divine soul secret technique of the Guantian clan.

Take the sky as your eyes.

Everything is under the gaze.

The gaze projected by the Heavenly Eye is itself a form of attack.

It makes you lose your way in your own consciousness, making you unable to distinguish between what is real and what is illusory.

Ultimately, you will collapse in your own mental world, and your soul will be annihilated.

The ancient warrior slowly raised his head.

The silvery-white pupils reflected the giant purple eye that stretched across the sky.

His expression remained unchanged.

"I am the Immortal Sword Sovereign."

"Jiang Wufeng".

The voice was flat.

But as this name was uttered—

The blunt, heavy sword in his hand burst forth with light.

Kendo itself is responding.

A white sword intent shot up from the sword and into the center of the purple heavenly eye's pupil.

boom--!!

The sky exploded.

Dark red afterglow, deep purple divine soul power, and silver-white sword intent—three distinct lights intertwined, entwined, and collided in the sky.

It looked as if someone had forcibly torn a gap in the sky.

The edge of the gap continued to widen, revealing a chaotic void behind it.

A crack appeared in the pupil of that purple heavenly eye.

As fine as a hair.

But it was this crack that suddenly reduced the mental suppression it projected by 30%.

For the first time, a strange light flashed in the vertical eye between the brows of that ancient alien race, the Sky-Gazing Clan.

It finally spoke.

"Sword Court... Immortal Sword Master."

"Your physical body is already 60% broken. Your sword bone is cracked in seven places. Your soul sea has less than 30% capacity left."

It is stating the facts.

Only now did Li Changge notice that the ancient warrior named Jiang Wufeng, with the armor plate flying off his left shoulder, revealed more than just charred skin.

A silvery-white light was seeping from deep within those wounds.

That is the loss of the very essence of life.

He was fighting while seriously injured.

Jiang Wufeng did not deny it.

That's enough.

He said.

His tone remained calm.

"That's enough to kill you."

The moment those three words were uttered, the giant purple eye that stretched across the sky suddenly contracted.

The crack in the pupil began to heal.

But Jiang Wufeng didn't give it time to heal.

He took a step.

It's just one step.

The ground beneath his feet, which had been crushed into dust, collapsed again, creating a giant crater three kilometers in diameter.

It wasn't because of the release of power, but because his sword intent was too pure and too condensed, that even the space beneath his feet couldn't withstand his presence.

The blunt, heavy sword is held horizontally.

The sword tip points to the sky.

There was no overwhelming sword light, no sword aura that could swallow mountains and rivers.

Jiang Wufeng simply raised his sword.

Then, in the very center of the pupil of that giant purple eye in the sky, a 30,000-meter-long silver-white crack appeared out of thin air.

boom--!

The Heavenly Eye let out a silent scream.

The cracks in the pupil went from one to three, and from three to seventeen.

The purple divine power, like an out-of-control torrent, gushed out from the cracks, transforming into a sky full of purple aurora that poured down on the earth.

The Guantian Clan member abruptly took a step back.

With just this one step, he traversed a distance of eight hundred kilometers.

"interesting."

Its voice was devoid of emotion. But the vertical eye between its eyebrows was fully open.

All three eyes lit up at the same time.

The left eye locks onto space. The right eye locks onto time. The vertical eye locks onto the soul.

The triple lock is completed in the same instant.

Jiang Wufeng's body seemed to be nailed to the void.

His movements were visibly slowed down—not because he slowed down, but because the flow of time around him was forcibly distorted.

"Three-phase seal".

The right hand of the Sky-Gazing Clan member slowly rose.

Spread your fingers and place your palm down.

The crack in the giant eye in the sky stopped spreading.

Immediately afterwards, the giant eye began to split apart.

One becomes two. Two become four. Four become eight.

In the end, the entire dark red sky was filled with forty-nine giant purple eyes.

Every single pupil was simultaneously fixed on Jiang Wufeng.

Forty-nine rays of divine soul energy poured down from the sky.

Forty-nine beams descended simultaneously, and this world could not withstand the crushing power of such divine souls; the spatial barrier shattered like glass.

Thousands of spatial rifts exploded around Jiang Wufeng.

Jiang Wufeng's silvery-white pupils reflected forty-nine purple eyes.

His body was covered with countless new wounds.

Silver light flowed from the wound; it was the source of life.

But he did not put down his sword.

Jiang Wufeng's voice remained calm.

"Forty-nine eyes shining simultaneously... Your skill is outstanding among the younger generation of your clan."

His wrist turned slightly.

The silvery-white light on the sword began to change.

A more primal power surged from the depths of the bladeless greatsword.

Ancient characters appeared on the surface of the sword, each character accompanied by a muffled boom, as if some ancient oath was being awakened.

"Since you've revealed all your assets..."

Jiang Wufeng raised his head.

A very thin layer of golden light membrane covered his silvery-white pupils.

"Then I won't hide it anymore."

He brandished his sword.

Li Changge didn't even get a shot.

He only saw the bladeless heavy sword move slightly, and then—the forty-nine giant purple eyes in the sky were simultaneously cleaved in two.

No.

It's not just giant eyes.

The entire sky was cleaved open.

The dark red sky, like a torn curtain, rolled up from the center to both sides, revealing the chaotic void behind it.

The silvery-white sword mark stretched across Li Changge's entire field of vision. He couldn't see the end of the sword mark.

Because this sword cut off everything within sight.

The earth, the sky, the void, and even space itself were cleaved in two by this sword intent.