Sky-High Sea of Thunder

Pop!

As the stopper was pulled, a torrential black flood burst from the gourd artifact. The source of this foul water, steeped in dense deathly aura, corroded all life. Nothing could avoid its defilement; it washed over and contaminated everything.

Any Dao weapon it touched lost its spirituality and degraded into a pile of scrap metal.

Any living being stained by it would have both body and soul annihilated on the spot.

The surging flood crashed down amid strange black mist, seeking to swallow the hard-pressed Killing God Child whole and turn him into bloody water.

Heavenly Yin Absolute Water—touch it, and death was certain.

"Senior Brother, I don't want to endure this any longer!"

Killing God Child stared at the overwhelming black water rushing toward him. His expression remained calm, yet the scarlet glow beneath his pupils grew ever more intense, no longer able to be suppressed.

With a flash, he suddenly vanished, and the flood struck empty air.

The Movement Secret, the embodiment of ultimate movement in the world—one could soar to the blue heavens above or descend through the Nine Netherworlds below, go anywhere, pass through anything. Innate formation patterns could not trap it, nor could supreme Dao arts suppress it.

"How could it miss?"

Purple Mansion Holy Son's mind was linked to the gourd artifact he had refined for years. The black foul water, which had never failed him, had missed its target, immediately putting him on high alert as he hastily moved to defend himself.

Unfortunately, he was still too late.

Clang!

The next instant, a crack suddenly split open in the void beside Purple Mansion Holy Son.

A ghostly figure emerged, holding a slender Killing Sword lined with blood grooves. It slashed down without a sound, as though endless mountains of corpses and seas