At the crest of the Spirit Sea Tide, the thunder roars, and the rain is even louder.
Rivers overturn, seas rage, spiritual energy spreads, and the storm twists and turns.
No one can imagine anyone still able to walk the tide amidst such a mighty force of heaven and earth.
Xie Qingyun, clad in blue with black hair, stands tall and imposing, hands clasped behind his back atop the raging waves.
Abundant sword Qi spirals around his body's surface, transforming into a large fish, swimming incessantly.
Sword Intent weaves endlessly.
No matter how violently the layers of spiritual energy shoot fiercely around him, they cannot approach within three zhang of his body.
Because before these spiritual energies can surge onto his body, they are swallowed up in one gulp by the fish transford from sword Qi, shattering inch by inch.
Suddenly, the Spirit Sea waves surge, with giant waves rushing in, attempting to drown Xie Qingyun.
At this mont, the fish ford by sword Qi around him abruptly transforms into a bird.
The giant bird spreads its wings, mustering strength, and takes flight.
It strikes water for three thousand li, ascending with the wind.
It is the Kunpeng.
In the face of such a surging Spirit Sea Tide, few cultivators in the world can withstand and contend with it.
Even Honorable Realm cultivators find it difficult.
Xie Qingyun can.
Because his Sword Qi Spirit transforms into a Kunpeng.
The Kunpeng, transcends beyond the Nine Heavens, how could a re sea confine it?
Thus, as a bird, the Kunpeng brushes its feathers, drinks and pecks freely, folds its wings between heaven and earth, cranes its neck by rivers and seas, and boards twin geese, arrogantly believing it can be disregarded.
Having its feathers hang to the sky, winded for ninety thousand li, scales trembling across the sea, striking water for three thousand.
Xie Qingyun strolls leisurely.
As if he truly were riding the tide rather than combating one of the world's most terrifying phenona.
A green rainbow gathers on his body's surface, as if he himself were that unparalleled flying sword, spanning between heaven and earth.
Soon, the crest breaks, and Xie Qingyun erges from the tide.
After chasing for millions of li, for the first ti, he crosses the Spirit Sea Tide, arriving before the tide.
Opening gates, seeing mountains.
Glimpsing the flowery peak.
Xie Qingyun gazes at the flowery peak not far ahead, then turns to look at the Spirit Sea Tide he temporarily left behind.
He laughs loudly.
"I, Xie Qingyun, with this sword shall open a small world, later slay demons, break the tide of the Spirit Sea."
Then, he throws the Formless Sword.
Watching the tide, casting the sword.
Clearly nothing is visible, yet the terrifying presence slicing through the void is unmistakably felt.
In a mont.
A sword in the distance opens the flowering beauty, expands a sea horizon of the small world.
Behind Xie Qingyun is the Spirit Sea Tide.
He appears oblivious, truly fearless, rely smiling with squinting eyes, and flicks his fingers.
A trench traverses heaven, earth, and the small world.
Puff puff puff puff puff!
With a continuous series of puffing sounds, the trench is an unstoppable line, passing through the foreheads of all demonic cultivators within the small world.
Blood mists erupt, reflecting the fevered faces of dozens of demonic cultivators who have yet to recover from their fervor.
With a flick of the finger, birth and death lie at the palm's edge.
This spirit is the essence of the Sword Immortal.
Hence, in the cultivation world, there is a saying: Among the six major sects, Honorable Realm experts, cultivation does not determine superiority, strength depends on individuals, but in spirit, Sword Immortals have the lion's share.
Behind Xie Qingyun, the Spirit Sea Tide reaches its peak form in this upheaval.
As if the entire heaven and earth plunge into frenzy, skies collapse, land shatters, the world is thrown into chaos.
The entire space is full of spatial fissures, leaving no safe place to find seams and escape.
It's as if at this mont, the entirety of heaven and earth presses towards the flowery peak, leaving no hiding or escaping.
The flowery peak is instantly subrged.
But, after reaching its maximum montum, the Spirit Sea Tide, lacking the violent spiritual energy released by the small world of the flowery peak to collide and supply new power, abruptly halts.
Of course, the Spirit Sea Tide does not disperse so abruptly.
The Rinsing Spirit's years of preparation for millennia brought it forth.
Similarly, dispersing it requires quite a long ti.
Like a tropical hurricane crossing, the storm center keeps moving, and after raging for a period, it eventually dissipates.
However, ensuing days of torrential rain and gale are inevitable.
Of course, the lingering spiritual energy storm continues to rage but has finally begun to enter a lengthy period of tranquility and recovery.
Except for occasional spatial fissures, although minor storms will still appear, their force can already be withstood by cultivators.
......
Within the Demon Race territory.
Dragon City Pass.
The Heart Demon clan's only two top Demon Lords, Soul Venerable and Yu Venerable, personally guard Dragon City Pass, defending the passage seized from the Human Race, this mighty pass of millennia, erected upon the foundation of Ancestral Taoist formations, deed "unbreakable."
At this ti, the hall's atmosphere is grim and oppressive.
"Where's the Spirit Sea Tide? Where's the Spirit Sea Tide supposed to sweep the Human Race frontlines?" The White Tiger Sovereign, acting as Yu Venerable's soul split, sounds extraordinarily somber.
Nurous demonic cultivators below, big and small, are silent, not daring to make a sound.
"You Yu, give an explanation." The White Tiger Sovereign, wearing a robe engraved with white tiger patterns, focuses coldly on a demonic cultivator standing at the forefront below.
This Heart Demon nad You Yu, his soul split, was the "boss" overseeing the demonic cultivators at the flowery peak.
The current demonic cultivator standing here is another of You Yu's soul splits.
He's a peculiar demon, towering several zhang, with a face all blue.
You Yu's three soul splits: one seizes spirits of the Human Race, one of the Demon Race, the third yet unknown.
Called out by the White Tiger Sovereign, You Yu can only step forward.
Although feeling suffocated under the White Tiger Sovereign's pressure.
But this soul split's strength has at least reached Ninth Grade, his true form having achieved Demon Lord status, so he barely maintains composure facing the White Tiger Sovereign.
He organizes his words, recounting in detail his experience in the flowery peak's small world—though the details are quite sparse.
Because, essentially, they saw nothing, then everything turned black, and their soul lifelines perished.
Moreover, when over thirty Rinsing Spirit demonic cultivators gathered in the flowery peak's small world.
So many people, the interval between death was no more than a few breaths apart.
How terrifying is this?
"Again and again, again and again!" The White Tiger Sovereign's fury bursts.
Every demonic cultivator slain in the small worlds reports the sa result.
Allegedly saying everything yet essentially revealing nothing.
"The point is, in prior small worlds our people suffered later after the Spirit Sea Tide was activated."
"Yet those in the flowery peak encountered assault before the Spirit Sea Tide reached it." The Azure Dragon Sovereign, previously silent as if contemplating sothing, suddenly spoke up.
"What does this signify?" he asked.
The White Tiger Sovereign furrows his brows, quickly realizing.
"Has soone crossed the Spirit Sea Tide?"
"Impossible..." You Yu instinctively exclaid, "The power of the Spirit Sea Tide, comparable to heavenly might, smashes everything; how could anyone forcibly cross it?"
"Even you two couldn't achieve this, right?" Imrsed in shock, You Yu didn't even realize his lapse in speech.
"Indeed, how could it be possible." The Azure Dragon Sovereign, ignoring You Yu's lapse, muttered.
"The Spirit Sea Tide's passage creates spatial disorder, rampant turbulence, making teleportation arrays fail."
"Thus, to reach from behind the Spirit Sea Tide's crest to the front, without teleport arrays, one must muster supre force to forcibly cross the Ferocious Peak of the Spirit Sea Tide."
"Besides this, there is no second path."
"You fell at least as Eighth Realm, yet perished unknowingly, neither identifying the hand nor discerning the thod of demise.
"Such killing unobtrusively, is supre force as well."
The Azure Dragon Sovereign's voice becos increasingly somber.
"Let alone discussing what kind of power or ans achieved this.
But if the Human Race indeed has a cultivator capable of this, and currently happens to dwell within the Central Spirit, who do you believe is most likely?"
The space fills with eerie silence.
Every thought diverges, expressions constantly shift.
After a mont.
The White Tiger Sovereign squeezes a na from between his teeth, one word at a ti.
"Xie, Qing, Yun?!"
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