"Mid-Stage Nascent Soul!!"
Xu Ping’s pupils subtly contracted, a wave of unease sweeping across his heart.
Though he possessed extraordinary Divine Techniques and exceptional defense,
he clearly recognized that against a cultivator of the Mid-Stage Nascent Soul, the gap between them was not rely one of accumulation, but a leap in essence.
Such terrifying might—he feared he could hardly withstand even a single frontal strike, let alone contend with it.
What worried him even more was the eerie manner in which the mysterious Nascent Soul Cultivator behind Hongyi existed.
It was rely a pure Nascent Soul, lacking a physical form, yet it had long resided within Hongyi’s Sea of Consciousness, like a symbiotic relationship.
In stark contrast to Xu Ping’s horrified tension, an uncontrollable joy suddenly swept over Hongyi’s pale face.
It was accomplished!
Finally secured!
This special body, crafted with countless yin-evil materials and Secret Techniques, though unable to perfectly sustain the mighty Nascent Soul of the Nine Nether predecessor for long,
was more than capable of temporarily hosting and wielding a fraction of its true power.
Feeling the vast and unmatched pressure, securely stepping into the Mid-Stage Nascent Soul realm, Hongyi’s heart steadied.
With such reliance, unless encountering one of those reclusive ancient monsters, in this region, he could act with impunity.
The remnants of Nine Nether Elder’s battle experience and Divine Techniques, combined with this yin spirit corpse of Mid-Stage Nascent Soul body, its combat strength would definitely surpass ordinary Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivators.
Yet, just as Hongyi was exultant and Xu Ping’s spirit was tense as a drawn bowstring,
the yin spirit corpse, already the size of an ordinary human, its entire body smooth and translucent like black jade, with countless ancient runes flowing across it, suddenly moved.
Its head, once hanging, snapped upward, and in its eye sockets, what were once two softly burning green soul flas suddenly blazed brightly.
"Young ones, after watching for so long, shouldn’t you co out and pay a visit!"
A hoarse, gravelly voice, like countless grains of sand scraping against each other, resounded directly within the depths of Xu Ping and Hongyi’s Sea of Consciousness.
Before the words even finished,
it raised a skeletal claw, casually and lightly swiping toward a certain spot in the void.
Boom!
Endless Spiritual Qi and black energy surged violently, coalescing in an instant into a sky-concealing, towering giant hand!
The power emanating from this giant hand far exceeded the fluctuations of Xu Ping and the others’ previous battle.
It seed to be capable of obliterating everything, striking terror into the heart.
"Ching——!"
Right at this mont of Xu Ping and Hongyi’s shock, a clear and long sword hum echoed across the sky.
Imdiately afterward, countless Sword Qi as fine as silk shot forth from the void, transforming into an impenetrable rain of swords.
The precision of this sword rain was akin to the legendary butcher dismbering an ox.
Every wisp of Sword Qi seed to possess its own consciousness, understanding how to attack an enemy’s weaknesses.
They precisely disassembled the towering giant hand into countless minute particles of Spiritual Qi and black energy, like disassembling a delicate machine, instantly dispersing it into the void!
"Sword Rainbow Fluttering!"
Witnessing this scene, Xu Ping was shaken to his core and spoke instinctively.
"No!"
"Not it!"
"It’s not complete Sword Rainbow Fluttering!" But he quickly shook his head continuously.
As a cultivator who had already touched the fringes of Sword Rainbow Fluttering,
Xu Ping could discern instantly that, while the Swordsmanship before him was exquisitely ingenious and had reached unimaginable heights, it had not yet truly attained the realm of complete Sword Rainbow Fluttering.
Nevertheless, even so, its might far exceeded his current Sword Dao attainnt.
"Senior, I an no harm."
Along with a clear voice ringing out, a subtle ripple spread through the void.
Then, a silhouette as ethereal as smoke and mist slowly erged, as if traversing an invisible barrier, stepping out from another dinsion.
It was a youth clad in white, with a handso visage and transcendent deanor, like an Immortal Descending to the Mortal World.
Most striking of all was the deep blue sword hanging from his waist, as blue as the sea.
The blade radiated a glossy sheen, and the Sword Qi was restrained yet palpably intimidating.
"Ye Wentian of the Jade Balance Sword Sect."
The youth in white, with a composed deanor, gently cupped his hands to the three, "Passing through this area and noticed fellow Daoists engaging in mystical combat, so I watched for a mont."
His words were courteous and modest, yet carried an undeniable presence, like an unsheathed treasured sword, restrained yet sharp.
"Jade Balance Sword Sect?"
Upon hearing this, Xu Ping’s expression subtly shifted.
The na Jade Balance Sword Sect was renowned throughout the Cultivation Realm of Nanchuan, a na that commanded respect.
This sect was a top sword Dao sect in the Central Domain of Nanchuan, with deep foundations and Nascent Soul Perfection cultivators presiding over it.
Most importantly, Jade Balance Sword Sect maintained a favorable relationship with the Heaven-Suppressing Sect, a prominent overlord-level force in the Central Domain of Nanchuan.
"So, you’re a junior of that rascal Xian Ling."
While Xu Ping’s mind was swirling with thoughts, the Nine Nether Elder, via the yin spirit corpse, let out a hoarse laugh.
"Senior, you know the grand ancestor of our sect?"
Hearing this, a ripple finally appeared on Ye Wentian’s previously serene face, his brow involuntarily furrowing slightly.
The Xianling Sword Venerable was one of the founders of the Jade Balance Sword Sect, having achieved greatness and fa at the sect’s inception.
But upon further reflection, he sensed there was more to this than t the eye.
After all, his sect’s grand ancestor had ascended several millennia ago, how could soone of re Nascent Soul cultivation know his grand ancestor?
"Ancient matters are of little significance; considering you’re a descendant of Xian Ling’s line, I shall let you off today." The green flas in Nine Nether Elder’s eye sockets flickered slightly.
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