Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension - Chapter 785 - 462: Unlucky Kid (Extra 2/2 for Alliance Hierarch Asule123)

Chapter 785: Chapter 462: Unlucky Kid (Extra 2/2 for Alliance Hierarch Asule123)

Zhao Sheng was extremely disheveled and even somewhat tragic at that moment.

His face was deathly pale, and his right shoulder was empty and drenched in blood, with one arm missing without a trace.

He looked ahead at the flying sword with a wary expression, his thoughts racing, while he inwardly lamented his misfortune.

Upon seeing the sword, Zhao Sheng immediately thought of the most terrifying enemy of the Heavenly Dao Sect, the legendary Emperor Tianjian who sacrificed his soul for the sword.

According to the secret scrolls he had read, it was said that Emperor Tianjian was originally a Sword Saint from ten thousand years ago, and his cultivation had nearly reached the Half-step Divinity Transformation Realm shortly before his death.

As he was about to sit down, Emperor Tianjian, in a desperate attempt to break through the God Transformation Barrier, resorted to using an ancient sword embryo technique to sacrifice his own Sword Infant, following a path against the natural order to seize life.

The outcome could be said to be both a success and a failure!

Emperor Tianjian had successfully entrusted his Divine Soul to an ancient treasure flying sword, becoming a Sword Spirit with independent consciousness.

As a result, he initially escaped the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death, transforming into a Primordial Spirit Flying Sword, which in terms of grade, was far superior to an ordinary ancient treasure. Its power and spiritual strength were almost comparable to legendary True Form Spiritual Treasures.

However, as the Tao is eternal, every gain comes with a loss!

Although Emperor Tianjian’s combat strength was formidable enough to be ranked among the strongest in the history of the Netherworld,

Due to inherent flaws of the Sword Spirit, even someone as powerful as Emperor Tianjian was ultimately still subject to control by others.

The titles of the four great Emperors of the Heavenly Dao Sect sounded prestigious, but in reality, they were still subject to the commands of the Heavenly Taoist Sect.

Countless thoughts flashed through Zhao Sheng’s mind.

Facing the most dreadful Emperor Tianjian, he couldn’t fight… nor could he escape…

In a flicker of thought, his figure flashed unnaturally and he vanished into thin air from the spot.

Three hundred miles to the west, the void twisted, and Zhao Sheng flashed into existence, stumbling from the Void Realm back into the present world.

At the same instant, a dark crack suddenly split open a hundred yards in front of him, and a small silver-white sword quietly slid out from the crack, then hung in mid-air, the whole process as smooth as silk, without a trace of mundanity.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng felt a vague pain in his neck, and startled, he immediately wiped his neck with his hand. Looking at his palm, he was shocked to see a glaringly vivid trail of blood.

He had been wounded without even realizing when.

The next second, Zhao Sheng’s pupils contracted sharply, and he ferociously turned to look at the Primordial Spirit Flying Sword a hundred yards away, his heart pounding like a drum.

“Damn it! Emperor Tianjian really has the ability to traverse the Void Realm!”

In some sense, Emperor Tianjian could be considered Zhao Sheng’s nemesis.

Even with Phase Shifting activated, he was still likely to be slain by Emperor Tianjian with a single strike in the realm of the Void.

However, what puzzled Zhao Sheng was that Emperor Tianjian had only made one move and seemed to have no intention of continuing his attack, merely hovering silently in the air, the blade emanating a clear luminous light.

At this time, at the stump of Zhao Sheng’s right arm, countless tiny blood filaments and flesh sprouts were growing visibly to the naked eye.

In just a moment, half an arm was already faintly taking shape.

At this moment, Emperor Tianjian silently observed the “fearlessly audacious” man opposite him, secretly “inspecting” the man’s Qi Fortune from a unique perspective only a Sword Spirit would possess.

However, shortly after, Emperor Tianjian couldn’t help but be amazed; the man opposite seemed to have a Strange Treasure protecting his body, appearing like a lifeless stone, his whole body’s Qi sealed imperceptibly tight, let alone his Qi Fortune.

His previous traversal of the Void had merely served as a warning and had not truly been made with lethal intent.

But looking at it now, it seemed he had been too light-handed before; he needed to break through the man’s protection to see his true mettle before making further plans.

Thinking this secretly, the silver-white blade of the sword suddenly suffused a layer of clear light.

The next moment, the silver-white flying sword slightly trembled, instantly splitting into thousands of Sword Lights.

A half-cloud tide was shredded by the dazzling Sword Light, layer upon layer of Sword Light stirring the Void to create ripples, sweeping out with the momentum of thunder shattering the heavens, shooting towards Zhao Sheng.

These silver-white Sword Lights were incredibly condensed, like real Magical Treasure flying swords, both in terms of power and the strong fluctuations emitted, far exceeding the full strength of any Nascent Soul Ancestor.

And the Sword Light was fast, incomparably fast!

Zhao Sheng’s expression changed slightly, his body flashed with golden light, and he abruptly transformed into a blurred figure of light, disappearing from the spot.

The next instant, he reappeared like a ghost a thousand yards away, his movement speed was as rapid as Instantaneous Movement.

At his original location, swathes of Sword Light swept past, stirring the atmospheric Gang Wind into a true vacuum, with faint ripples spreading through the space.

Having dodged a calamity, Zhao Sheng felt slightly relieved inside, it seemed Emperor Tianjian wasn’t as terrifying as the legends made him out to be.

No sooner had this thought settled when he saw Sword Light rise again a hundred yards away, with a “hissing” sound, dense and numerous Sword Lights continued to shoot towards Zhao Sheng like bone-drilling maggots.

I dodge!

Zhao Sheng repeated his earlier trick, flashing and Instantaneously Moving to a thousand yards away.

Crack!

Just then, a soft cracking sound suddenly came from his chest, Zhao Sheng’s heart chilled, and he quickly looked down.

At that moment, his chest had split open with a sword mark about a foot long, his Daoist robe, the treasure armor in the middle, and even the innermost Cosmic Stone Armor, all had been sliced open by one sword, revealing his pale skin underneath.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Sheng’s expression was startled, as if he had seen a ghost.

It was then that he truly realized how terrifying Emperor Tianjian was.

Thinking that he had no power to resist in front of this formidable figure, he simply “gave in.”

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