Beyond the forest of swords and mountain of blades, the view ahead opened wide.
As far as the eye could see, rolling mountains lay shrouded beneath pale yellow mist. Strange spirit beasts he had never seen before glided across the vault of heaven from time to time, while ripples of spiritual power came from every direction at regular intervals.
"Demonspawn!"
"Kill them..."
Before Chen Sanshi had even traveled five li ahead, he ran into a group of wandering ghosts.
There were seven or eight ghostly blue spirits in all, their forms resembling incomplete human figures. Each carried a flying sword, and the moment they sensed living people, they charged forward to attack.
"The Three Realms and Six Paths were all ruined by demonspawn like you!"
"Give us back our Dao lineage!"
"You..."
"Demonspawn..."
They wore savage expressions as they performed sword-control techniques, roaring without pause. Yet whether because they were remnant souls or for some other reason, their voices came in broken fragments, making it impossible to hear them clearly.
"Whoosh—"
Deng Wuchang drew his blade. The blade within the sheath split into two, one gold and one purple, one long and one short. As he activated his breathing technique, his body swelled as though inflated. His specially made battle robe clung tightly to his powerful frame, his hands transformed into beast claws, and his face became inhuman.
Lion's mane, deer antlers, camel head, tiger ears. Golden light shimmered across his entire body, while neat scales lined the surface of his flesh.
A beast breathing technique!
Similar to that of the Sima Clan.
What Deng Wuchang cultivated was precisely the Golden Hou Breathing Technique!
He stamped both feet down, sinking the earth several inches. His body turned into a streak of golden light and plunged into the ghosts' formation in