Sun-Sundering Heaven Technique

After dealing with Helian Jue, Jiang Ming smiled at the others.

At this moment, a terrifying aura spread from Jiang Ming. A delicate crimson blade slowly appeared in his hand, roughly two meters long and scorching hot.

With a flash, Jiang Ming retreated into the air and smiled. "Go keep him company together!"

"Sun-Sundering Heaven Technique!"

As the blade took shape, the entire Four Symbols Realm began to tremble. Jiang Ming's face also turned somewhat pale; after all, he had mobilized all the Sun Power.

With a gentle sweep of the crimson blade, everyone saw nothing but red before their eyes, accompanied by an unbearable heat.

Nascent Soul Cultivators could already withstand a certain degree of high temperature, yet at this moment, they could not resist it at all.

Those high-level Nascent Soul Cultivators facing the Sun-Sundering Heaven Technique were vaporized the instant Jiang Ming swung down the crimson blade, leaving not even black ash behind.

The Four Symbols Sage's grand hall held on for only a moment beneath this strike before beginning to crumble.

The entire world began to shake, on the verge of collapse.

The power of heaven and earth drawn forth by the Sun-Sundering Heaven Technique destroyed the Four Symbols Realm in an instant.

The Four Symbols Realm had originally been a False Spirit Realm refined by a Saint Realm cultivator. It was incomplete and riddled with flaws, and with the Four Symbols Sage absent, no one could maintain the Spirit Realm.

It was like a system with no one to operate or manage it—problems would inevitably arise.

Thus, Jiang Ming was able to shatter the Four Symbols Realm by using an Imperial-tier Divine Ability to draw upon the power of heaven and earth.

The remaining Nascent Soul Cultivators who had not offended Jiang Ming gaped at him in shock, yet did not dare make a single sound.

It was too terrifying. Crimson dyed half the sky red, and then the world began to collapse, revealing the indescribably black Interdomain.

The Interdomain was the place separating different spaces. There was no light, no life, no spiritual energy—only emptiness.

As the Four Symbols Realm continued to collapse, more and more of it was swallowed by the Interdomain. Those who entered the Interdomain would lose their bearings and see nothing, eventually dying once their spiritual power ran dry.

"The exit has appeared! Everyone, run!" someone shouted.

The survivors all rushed toward the exit.

"Let's go." Jiang Ming's face was pale as he wrapped an arm around Zhang Lingyue's shoulders and left.

Heaven's Gate Mountain.

When Jiang Ming emerged from the Four Symbols Realm, Heaven's Gate Mountain was thick with murderous intent. Zhang Lingyue was so frightened that she did not know what to do, clutching Jiang Ming tightly.

The ten great sects of the Cloud Domain, along with several Tribulation Transcendence lineages and lineage elders from the Heaven Domain and Martial Domain, all floated in the air. The gazes of dozens of Tribulation Transcendence cultivators locked tightly onto Jiang Ming, their killing intent surging.

The cultivators who had left the Four Symbols Realm earlier had already revealed everything that happened inside, including Jiang Ming's hunt. At the same time, the Saint Realm inheritance had most likely fallen into Jiang Ming's hands.

The Ninth Layer of the Tribulation Transcendence Realm had one layer per realm. The gap between each layer was even greater than that between Nascent Soul Cultivators and mortals.

Most of the dozens of Tribulation Transcendence cultivators who had come were below the Third Layer of the Tribulation Transcendence Realm. After all, every breakthrough in Tribulation Transcendence was a life-and-death calamity.

Facing dozens of Tribulation Transcendence cultivators, Jiang Ming showed no fear. "Why are you all blocking the entrance?"

"The Saint Realm inheritance is on you?" asked a mighty cultivator at the Third Layer of the Tribulation Transcendence Realm.

"Strictly speaking, it isn't." Jiang Ming spoke truthfully. He really had not obtained the Saint Realm inheritance; the Four Symbols Sage was still imprisoned within the Soul-Eating Banner.

"Heh. Already dishonest at such a young age. You're clearly no good thing!" said a burly man with a bristling beard.

"With so many of you, you couldn't divide up the Saint Realm inheritance anyway, could you?" Jiang Ming spread his hands.

"Enough nonsense. Kill him first, then we can divide the Saint Realm inheritance afterward!" said an old Daoist-robed man.

"You aren't even going to put on an act?" Jiang Ming asked in surprise. Normally, should they not use his killing of their juniors as an excuse to kill him, then secretly fight over the inheritance? Why were they directly demanding the inheritance?

"We act upright and stand straight. Why would we need such an act?" The bearded man's voice rang with righteousness.

"Enough nonsense!" A female Tribulation Transcendence cultivator charged at Jiang Ming without another word. She wanted to seize Jiang Ming first and gain the initiative.

Jiang Ming looked at the dozens of Tribulation Transcendence cultivators with golden eyes and smiled faintly. "Do you really think you have me in the palm of your hand?"

Light flashed in his hand, and a talisman appeared—the Thousand-Li Escape Talisman.

"Not good! Stop him!" the Daoist-robed man shouted.

"Fortunes belong to those capable of obtaining them. If you refuse to accept this, come find me in the Jiang Domain!" Jiang Ming grabbed Zhang Lingyue and vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Mm..." When Zhang Lingyue opened her beautiful eyes after the dizziness passed, she saw the unfamiliar surroundings and felt a surge of panic. Looking down, she saw Jiang Ming lying on the ground with a pale face and immediately stepped forward to check his breathing.

"Whew..." She let out a breath of relief. Thankfully, he was still breathing. He was not dead—he had probably just fainted.

Looking down at Jiang Ming's handsome face, her small face flushed. In this chaotic world where strength reigned supreme, the sense of security Jiang Ming gave her was truly overwhelming.

The girl lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed as though drunk, and bent down, intending to kiss the youth's pale lips.

A large hand pushed her away.

"Move aside. You were trying to steal a kiss from me? I'm always the one who takes the initiative!" As Jiang Ming spoke, he kissed her, their lips touching only briefly before separating.

Zhang Lingyue sat on the ground with a red face. He had given her quite a fright just now.

"Don't even think about ambushing me," Jiang Ming said, glaring at her.

"Young Master, are you all right?" Zhang Lingyue lowered her head and asked softly.

"What could possibly happen to me?" Jiang Ming glanced at her and spoke proudly.

"Liu Qingqing left when Young Master entered the grand hall. I don't know whether she came out," Zhang Lingyue said quietly.

Damn it, how had he forgotten Liu Qingqing? Jiang Ming scratched his head. "Forget it, don't worry about her. If fate wills it, we'll meet again." If fate did not will it, as long as she was on the Heavenly Profound Continent, he could still find her.

"Young Master, where are we?" Zhang Lingyue asked curiously.

Jiang Ming looked at her expressionlessly.

"Young Master... what is it?" Zhang Lingyue felt somewhat afraid under his gaze and asked softly.

"Do you think I would know where this is?"

Zhang Lingyue lowered her head and did not dare speak.

"Let's walk forward. Once we meet someone, we'll know," Jiang Ming said.

"Mm..." Zhang Lingyue replied softly and slowly walked ahead.

Seeing that Jiang Ming had not followed, she turned back and asked, "Young Master, aren't you coming?"

Jiang Ming ignored her and took a carriage from the Imperial Heir Ring. "I never travel on foot!" With that, he climbed into the carriage.

After a while.

Jiang Ming poked his head out. "Get in the carriage. What are you standing there for?"

"Oh, oh!" Zhang Lingyue nodded wildly and climbed into the carriage with nimble movements.

The feeling of depleted spiritual power was truly unpleasant. Fortunately, Jiang Ming had taken several pills to ease it. Still, using an Imperial-tier Divine Ability in the Nascent Soul Realm was somewhat forced. Its power was far greater than ordinary divine abilities, but the burden it placed upon him was also immense.

Even after taking the pills, Jiang Ming still felt weak all over. It seemed Imperial-tier Divine Abilities differed from one another; offensive divine abilities were not the same as movement techniques.

Movement techniques were fast enough, yet did not require drawing upon the power of heaven and earth, so the burden on him was not great. Offensive divine abilities, however, were truly rather difficult for him to use.

Looks like I need to learn several more Saint-tier Divine Abilities as a transition, Jiang Ming pondered.