The Blood Demon Calamity continued to wreak havoc.
This ti, with no hindrance from the "Supre Na · Path Unravel," heavenly light descended, pouring out Saint Xin’s emotions unstoppably, as Xu Xiaoshou was fragnted beyond repair, whipped to a state where he dared not reincarnate for eternity.
"Hahaha!"
Saint Xin burst into laughter, tears almost flowing, "Hahahahaha, hahahahaha..."
Ecstasy!
After being suffocated for so long, he finally captured Xu Xiaoshou at the last mont... Wait!
Sword Intersecting.
Although the divine palace’s delayed law kingdom imdiately confined the body, spirit, and will, as well as the fad sword’s life path, rendering them completely unusable.
As long as Hidden Bitter remained, Xu Xiaoshou still held the possibility of resurrection.
Saint Xin’s laughter stopped abruptly, turning to seek the Heavenly Unravel · Hidden Bitter, which had been avoided before, determined to shatter it and whip its remains again.
That broken sword, its essence was rely mortal iron!
The broken sword Qingju had claid its na, dared to challenge the Holy Ancestor’s three weapons. Without its owner, how could Hidden Bitter wander through a hundred generations?
Saint Xin was determined not to let Hidden Bitter be scattered outside, giving Xu Xiaoshou even a slightest chance to rise again from the ashes.
However...
Turning around and searching everywhere, Hidden Bitter was nowhere to be found.
Thunk!
Saint Xin’s heart throbbed, his complexion suddenly turned ashen, as if he was reminded of sothing unpleasant.
His thoughts expanded beyond this realm, seeking into the myriad worlds through the Path of Space-Ti, his anxiety at this mont beyond words.
"No..."
"It can’t be..."
"It absolutely mustn’t be that..."
Drops of sweat began to fall from Saint Xin’s forehead, frantically searching, unable to find a trace of Hidden Bitter lingering outside this realm.
However, there was a black sword mark tearing space apart, leading to nowhere.
"Not possible, not possible, not possible..."
Saint Xin cautiously split a trace of consciousness, sent it into the black sword mark, and took a peek.
"Boom!"
His head seed to explode in an instant.
That trace of intent, wrapped in the overwhelming Power of Na, carried him across endless spaceti, traversed countless indistinct realms, ultimately breaking through the darkness, ushering in a dawn-like light.
Light?
No, that wasn’t light!
That was Xu Xiaoshou from the Shengshen Continent, receiving the ancestor’s favor!
He stood atop He Ting, under his feet the mountains and forests had long been shattered, yet were unknowingly fully restored, shining brightly.
His chest bore a huge blood hole, evidently pierced by so divine weapon, yet devoid of pain, with his hands raised high, infusing all his power into the Supre Na, concentrating towards the wound.
Subsequently, channeling into the returning Hidden Bitter’s sword body behind him!
"Three Mountains below He Ting, a thousand waters lower Mizao Spring..."
...
?
Silence!
Saint Xin was aghast, imdiately severing that peeping consciousness.
Yet it was too late; as Xu Xiaoshou’s eternal na flowed, through the Hidden Bitter, a bridge connecting past and future, previous life and present life, pulled Saint Xin’s consciousness from the End of Dharma era divine palace, into his Heavenly Unravel realm.
And continued chanting!
"No——"
Saint Xin struggled desperately, yet couldn’t break free at all.
His divine palace’s delayed law kingdom only enveloped the End of Dharma realm; how could it touch Xu Xiaoshou beyond the endless spaceti?
The scene changed, and changed again.
It was as if the entire Shengshen Continent’s creation and evolution were remolded once in his mind, also as if his Saint Xin was forcibly replaced by Xu Xiaoshou, experiencing his path to enlightennt throughout his life.
"Rumbling..."
High mountains rose, standing amidst the Central Region, where the three mountains in the Central Region were led by Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, followed by four-hill mountain, then finally He Ting Mountain.
"Rushing..."
The rivers from the five regions surged incessantly, thousands of streams emptied into the Four Seas, nourishing countless lives, yet only Mizao Spring in He Ting Mountain ran dry, never reclaiming the na of the world’s finest water.
No, no, no...
Saint Xin resisted madly, unwilling to see any of this.
He wanted to flee, yet couldn’t at all, in the End of Dharma world, the power he could exert was scarce.
Xu Xiaoshou resided atop He Ting, with supre authority, likewise being Zero Ancestral God, suppressing him overarching.
The scene transford beyond recognition, worldly transitions transpired.
Initially, within Saint Xin’s mind, there still existed his journey from zero to one, cultivating to Holy Ancestor, then from Holy Ancestor deviating, involving in obsessive bygone days.
Ultimately, all these blurred completely, entirely replaced by Xu Xiaoshou’s life.
"No——"
Although the three mountains stood tall, representing the Holy Divine Palace, the will of the five great aristocratic families, the prestige of the God Devil dicine Ghost, the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe fell apart first.
Four-hill mountain followed closely, despite his Demon Ancestor’s guardianship, it too disintegrated amidst the great battle, vanished into nothingness.
Yet only He Ting Mountain, nurtured by the Power of Na from Xu Xiaoshou at this mont, completely restored, usurping the forr two, beca the pinnacle of the Shengshen Continent.
The long-dried Mizao Spring, furthermore, gathered with the nourishnt from the Life Path, once more surged relentlessly, towering over the rivers of the five regions.
The mountain not high, renowned for having an Immortal.
The water not deep, magical with a Dragon.
Saint Xin seed to comprehend what Xu Xiaoshou intended to do.
He wanted to rise, couldn’t allow him to rise, but the present self, except for watching, couldn’t prevent Xu Xiaoshou from rising at all.
Xu Xiaoshou’s montum rose swiftly, like sunrise in the east, Violet Qi converging.
Standing atop He Ting, fa from the five regions’ mountains and waters amassed, nurturing this mountain to the utmost spiritual elevation, exuding radiant light, lifting the person straight up to the clouds.
Blinding!
Too blinding!
The light shot forth, branding an indelible mark on one’s heart, like Xu Xiaoshou’s three-year enlightennt journey, unstoppable.
Saint Xin closed his eyes, unwilling to leave a lasting image of being overshadowed by the Great Buddha.
But it was useless, Present Gods and Buddhas need not rise, yet that Unsheathing Sword ascended steadily, growing higher and higher, even with closed eyes, its brilliance couldn’t be halted.
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