In just a few moments, the Son of the Demon was engulfed by countless sword lights. His once-proud, tough hide turned to dust, unable to withstand the sharp sword intent.
“Ten Directions Sword Art, Heart-Piercing Sword Formation!”
Wu Junyan murmured as he watched the Son of the Demon explode into a mist of blood.
“Boom…”
A few breaths later, the Son of the Demon’s soul was sealed within the sword formation, turning to nothingness along with his body.
The battlefield gradually fell silent.
Gone were the cries of the Son of the Demon, and the sound of space shattering during the battle.
As the dense fog dissipated, only Wu Junyan stood in the shattered void.
Though he was covered in blood and riddled with wounds.
The Heaven’s Pride did not dare to show any disrespect or mockery, only deep reverence and shock.
Every sword Wu Junyan had swung was to set up the earth-shattering sword formation, giving him the power to completely annihilate the Son of the Demon, defeating the strong with the weak.
This battle left Wu Junyan severely injured, shaking his foundation.
His heart had exploded along with the Son of the Demon, his body riddled with holes, with no intact place to be found.
The outcome was decided, and everyone was stunned, gasping in shock.
Wu Junyan’s performance exceeded countless people’s expectations.
“He actually won…”
Countless young people were filled with astonishment, unable to accept it.
“How could this be?”
The higher-ups of the Xuanji Sect knew well the terror of the Son of the Demon, otherwise, they wouldn’t have bound him with Dao Mark chains. Yet, the Son of the Demon was killed by Wu Junyan, how absurd.
“The Ten Directions Sword Art of the Qing Sect is indeed extraordinary.”
The well-informed old fellows looked grim, particularly wary of the Qing Sect, very reluctant to see it revived.
The barrier of the battlefield opened, and Wu Junyan, dragging his severely injured body, slowly walked towards Dugu Changkong, his vision blurred, nearly fainting.
Fortunately, Wu Junyan’s willpower was astonishing, and he managed to reach Dugu Changkong, raising his trembling hands and bowing, “Disciple, I did not disgrace you.”
“Mm.”
Seeing his only disciple so promising, Dugu Changkong extended his right hand, performing a Dao technique from a distance to heal him.
The look in his eyes was filled with gratification.
“Rest well!”
Dugu Changkong set up a safe space nearby, allowing Wu Junyan to enter and recuperate, ensuring he didn’t leave any lasting injuries.
It wasn’t until Wu Junyan went into seclusion to heal that everyone woke up and accepted the fact.
“Since ancient times, the Northern Wilderness has never lacked heroes.”
This saying was not just words, but had been proven by time.
The first defeat was not good news for the top figures of the Imperial Province.
If they lost another round, it would mean losing their chance at the Emperor’s weapon fragment.
The old relics on the divine bridge had all sworn Dao Heart oaths, and had to act according to the agreement.
“The second round must not be lost.”
In the Kunlun Realm, a group of old fellows on the brink of death were discussing.
“Who should go?”
Among the peers of the Imperial Province, few had the strength to sweep across the Eight Desolations.
The Holy Sons and Holy Daughters of many ancient sects were not even considered by the older generation.
“Perhaps Xuan Yi Zhenren can do it!”
An old one proposed a name.
Upon hearing this, the other powerful figures’ expressions changed slightly, and they began to ponder.
The Imperial Province was extremely prosperous, with countless evildoers among the new generation. However, since this matter concerned the Emperor’s weapon fragment, they had to choose the most suitable candidate.
To win, the Xuanji Sect was not afraid of public opinion and exposed the matter of the Son of the Demon.
Unfortunately, the Son of the Demon was dead.
In the void above Baichen Star.
Dugu Changkong looked at the swirling vortex above and spoke to the top figures, “Next.”
“Wait a moment.”
A hoarse voice came from within the vortex.
Dugu Changkong calculated with his fingers, his brows furrowing slightly, sensing something amiss.
“Those guys won’t give up on the Emperor’s weapon. The second battle won’t be so simple, they might even resort to trickery.”
Dugu Changkong turned to look at Chen Qingyuan and the others, thinking to himself.
The forces from various realms watched the excitement, discussing the battle.
After half an hour, a young man in blue clothes approached from afar.
Riding a wooden war chariot, his long hair tied with a cloth strip, his face fair and handsome, exuding a cold and aloof demeanor, he appeared young.
However, the blue-clothed man’s eyes were extremely deep, as if he had experienced endless vicissitudes, carrying an indescribable aura.
“Who is he?”
All the cultivators watching the excitement focused on the blue-clothed man, looking at each other, none able to identify him.
“Never seen him before, could he be an evildoer secretly nurtured by some Sacred Ground?”
A group of Mahayana cultivators exchanged thoughts, unable to find out the blue-clothed man’s origins, feeling deeply puzzled.
“Judging by his bone age, he’s about four hundred years old, yet he exudes the aura of the Body Fusion stage. Such talent is enough to crush the current era, but we’ve never heard of him, how strange!”
Under normal circumstances, being able to cultivate to the Body Fusion stage by around a thousand years old was already considered a Heaven’s Pride. Ordinary cultivators might never reach this realm in their lifetime.
Dugu Changkong squinted his eyes, sizing up the blue-clothed man.
His bone age was indeed under five hundred years, but the soul within his body was not.
“Reincarnated, quite a trick.”
Dugu Changkong said coldly.
“A minor trick, not comparable to you.”
The blue-clothed man smiled slightly, humbly.
“Showing up now, aren’t you afraid of being targeted by those with ill intentions?”
This person revealed himself upon reaching the Body Fusion stage, it seemed the Kunlun Realm was very covetous of the Emperor’s weapon fragment.
“Logically, my reincarnation and cultivation should count me among the younger generation. May I participate in the battle?” The blue-clothed man deliberately used a bluffing strategy, “Of course, if you don’t have the courage to accept the challenge, you can concede. After all, the terms of the duel didn’t prohibit reincarnated cultivators from participating, I’m not breaking any rules.”
The two conversed through sound transmission, unknown to the outside world.
Reincarnating and cultivating anew was easy to say, but as difficult as ascending to the heavens to accomplish.
Out of a hundred great cultivators, it would be fortunate if one succeeded.
As for body possession, that didn’t count as reincarnation, it was merely a method of borrowing a body.
The blue-clothed man was once a top figure on the divine bridge, with the Daoist title—Xuan Yi Zhenren.
In his previous life, when he had only a few hundred years left to live, he took a gamble. Luck was on his side, and he succeeded in gaining a second life, envied by countless Dao friends.
Later, many tried to emulate him, and now their graves were three meters high.
Luck was something unseen and untouchable.
Some people just succeed, while others fail no matter how hard they try.
“Of course, you can fight.”
Dugu Changkong said after some contemplation.
Then, Dugu Changkong turned to face Chen Qingyuan and Daochen Buddha’s child, preparing to discuss.
Chen Qingyuan and Xuan Yi Zhenren exchanged a glance, feeling immense pressure, as if being watched by a terrifying existence, a chill running down his spine.
“I’ll go!”
Chen Qingyuan said to Daochen Buddha’s child, ready to step forward.
Facing a powerful opponent, Chen Qingyuan could not afford to be afraid, he had to face the challenge head-on to solidify his Dao Heart.
“Let me go!”
Daochen Buddha’s child was there to protect Chen Qingyuan’s Dao, how could he let him take the risk.
Saying this, Buddha’s child took a step forward, directly stepping out of the prayer bead barrier, not giving Chen Qingyuan time to react.