I Am the Sword God

Just then, a Sword Qi shot out from Si Ming's mouth as he continued speaking. The dark figure hurriedly used a spell to defend, but it was a step too slow, and the Sword Qi pierced through its body.

Chapter 861 I Am the Sword God

After succeeding in one move, Si Ming pressed his advantage and unleashed a follow-up Thunder Method, with lightning crackling across the surface of his soul.

"Heavenly Thunder of Ten Thousand Tribulations!"

Suddenly, a thunderous roar ripped through the air, and countless bolts of lightning flashed like serpents in the sea of consciousness, carrying an aura of boundless calamity as they crashed down, all striking the black shadow that was being pierced by the Sword Qi.

"Subduing Heavenly King, descend and settle Heavenly One!"

The dark figure quickly activated its Technique Method, absorbing soul power and transforming it into a Dao Lord phantom image, which protected it in front of it.

Unfortunately, the hasty response ultimately lacked luck, and coupled with the effects of the sword wound, the power was less than 80%. The Dao Lord's illusory image only held out for a short while before being shattered by the raging thunder.

The dark figure grunted and was blasted away by the lightning, but he immediately used the force to retreat, trying to create distance and buy himself time to heal.

Si Ming was not in a hurry to chase after him. He pointed one hand to the sky and the other to the ground, then circulated his energy throughout the body, embracing the vast emptiness.

A single, indescribably beautiful sword light suddenly appeared, scattering in all directions and transforming into a prairie fire. The dark and void sea of consciousness was torn apart by this single sword light, like stars swaying and rising. At first, it was just a flickering candle flame in the dark night, but in an instant, it transformed into a vast galaxy and rushed towards the black shadow.

Faced with the Star River Sword Rain, the shadowy figure felt utterly insignificant and humble. It was as if a will from the Unseen universe descended upon the depths of his soul, compelling him to bow down in submission and worship.

"It's the Heart Devil Secret Sword that invades the mind! Who is truly evil here?!"

The shadowy figure was utterly shocked. When had the true form learned the Heart Demon Sword Technique? Hadn't the Six Heavens Forbidden Sword buff already ended?

The Heart Devil Secret Sword is the most difficult to defend against. Apart from those powerful individuals with perfect minds and no flaws, ordinary Spirit Transformation Grandmaster would likely have their mental defenses crumble and collapse instantly when facing Si Ming 'One Sword. Their minds would be controlled, and even if they were not manipulated, they would at least fall into chaos and expose huge flaws.

"The net of heaven, the net of hell!"

The shadowy figure unleashed another Technique Method. This move was supposed to summon "King Yama" to command the ghost soldiers to attack the opponent, but he changed it to summoning a deity, bestowing "King Yama" upon himself.

The black shadow's pupils trembled slightly, then rapidly expanded, swallowing the whites of its eyes, leaving its eye sockets completely black. Now, there was no trace of any other color on its body; it was entirely black, exuding an eerie and unpredictable aura. Behind it, the netherworld energy swirled and churned, and a king named Moro, whose face contained the features of all living beings, seemed to have crossed time and space from the Youming.

This King Moro was surrounded by negative emotions such as greed, jealousy, and rage, as if he were the embodiment of all evil thoughts. An evil will that led people to decay and depravity permeated the sea of consciousness, as if to twist and confuse the reason of all beings into a tangled mess. When the Starry Rain of Swords approached, it was affected by the black energy and became dim and decayed, turning into pitch black ink, surrounding the shadow.

"Swaying through the nine palaces, weaving the heavens and earth, positioning the winds and thunder, and shaping the mountains and rivers..."

Si Ming pressed his brow, combining the Heart Devil Secret Sword with Divine Arts. He saw the vast starry sky slowly shift and turn, its trajectory ever-changing yet containing constant laws. An ancient and terrifying power seemed to gradually awaken from its slumber. The stars flickered and spun faster and faster.

Millions of stars converged into a swirling torrent, surging forward. Each star was imbued with life, giving birth to a deity who emerged from the void, riding the waves. There were immortal lords in feathered robes and star crowns, Daoist masters in wide robes and flowing sleeves, divine consorts in seven-colored gowns, and heavenly emperors in dragon robes and imperial crowns... all of them, bestowing upon a more powerful spiritual majesty, extinguishing all fighting spirit and forcing people to submit and kneel in submission.

"Hahaha, you've fallen for my trap! I am your inner demon. Using the Heart Devil Secret Sword against me is like adding fuel to the fire!"

The shadowy figure laughed and clasped his hands together, the negative and malevolent thoughts surrounding him coalescing into a black lotus that absorbed all the Devil Sword Qi in the sky. At the same time, he chanted demonic chants to confuse minds and corrupt the mind.

Upon hearing the demonic voice, the holy faces of the gods gradually twisted into grotesque monstrosities, baring their teeth and bulging their eyes, unleashing a violent and evil aura, much like a virus spreading and instantly turning into a plague. One by one, the gods decayed and fell, merging into the body of the shadow, making it appear even more enormous.

"Just surrender your body to me, and I'll do even better than you. Beauties, wealth, divine skills—all the treasures in the world will be mine. With our current strength, we can get anything we want without restraint. You've been bound by morality, becoming hypocritical and sanctimonious. Only by truly accepting my desires can I break free of these shackles and become stronger and freer!"

After absorbing the fallen god, the shadowy figure's body had swelled to a height of a hundred feet, and it stretched out its giant hand to grab at Si Ming.

"Human desires are higher than the heavens; even emperors aspire to become immortals. Human desires are endless. When used properly, they aid spiritual cultivation; when misused, they become obstacles. Restraining desires with morality is not about shackles, but about using desires like horses or oxen to pull oneself forward. Conversely, if desires are not restrained and one tries to satisfy them all, it is like putting a rein around one's own neck, becoming a slave to desire."

Si Ming Mingpian pointed out that compared to the opponent's demonic body, his size was like an ant, and he looked like he would be crushed to death with a single palm strike.

However, the moment their fingers touched, the dark figure trembled and then exploded inch by inch. The fallen gods he had absorbed earlier transformed into Arhat, Bodhisattvas, and Buddhas, releasing golden light from within to cleanse Devil Qi and purify the mind.

"This is not the Heart Devil Secret Sword, but the Formless Zen Heart Sword!"

The dark figure let out a miserable howl, and its demonic body collapsed rapidly like a deflated hot air balloon, along with the evil Evil Qi filled with negative thoughts, leaving it listless and dispirited.

"Ten Thousand Crossings of Tribulation Waves!"

Without giving Si Ming a chance to catch his breath, he gathered his soul power and unleashed another One Sword. Instantly, the vast starry river trembled and shone brightly, illuminating every corner of his sea of consciousness. Strands of starlight poured down, spreading out into tidal waves of light, boundless and endless, crushing directly towards the dark figure.

"Dragons fight in the wilderness, and all ten directions are annihilated!"

The shadowy figure exhausted its last remaining strength, conjuring a black dragon to counterattack, attempting to gain a glimmer of hope for its own survival, but its momentum had already waned, and its efforts were destined to be in vain.

Under the impact of the vast and boundless starry river Sword Qi, the black dragon was only delayed for a moment before it was completely swallowed up by the light wave and torn apart amidst a mournful cry.

When everything settled down, the shadowy figure's body was riddled with holes. All his evil thoughts had been purified by the Formless Zen Heart Sword. He lay on the surface of the water formed from his sea of consciousness, and his body gradually became transparent.

"Why... do you know the Formless Zen Heart Sword?"

Without Jing Essence Qi Essence in the sea of consciousness, ordinary Swordsmanship cannot be activated. Only pure spiritual Swordsmanship such as the Heart Devil Secret Sword and the Formless Zen Heart Sword can be used, but these two Swordsmanship have long been lost.

Si Ming walked up to the other party and looked down at him, saying, "Have you forgotten that I have the talent of sudden enlightenment to quickly master martial arts? This talent, combined with the characteristics of the Sacred Sword 'Sword Dao Returns to Truth,' means that I have learned all the Swordsmanship and moves that I can cultivate with my current level throughout the myriad worlds and throughout history. I can use them even without using the Sacred Sword."

From this day forward, please address me as the Sword God of the Mohist School.

"So that's how it is..." the shadowy figure sighed wistfully. "I should have known better."

"So, your IQ is clearly lower than mine; this is a victory of wisdom." Si Ming pointed his sword finger at the other's forehead. "Any last words?"

"I am your dark side. As long as your heart is not yet whole, and there are still confusions and cracks, I will continue to be reborn. So don't think that winning this time will solve everything. We'll have plenty of opportunities to clash in the future."

"Ha, I've taken your reminder to heart. I'll be careful and won't give you a chance to take advantage. See you next time."

Although they were evenly matched in their minds, only a moment had passed in reality. The Evil Qi in Si Ming's chest vanished, and he regained control of his body. He staggered, but managed to steady himself from falling.

"Ouch— that One Sword really hurt."

Si Ming gasped, glancing at the pierced wound, where his internal organs were clearly visible.