The starlight faded, but the great formation remained.
After discarding the twenty-eight corpses, the figure in black robes gradually faded, eventually turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating into the depths of the flowing starry river.
The eighteen array flags remained anchored in the Void, their fluttering banners drawing upon the power of celestial stars to maintain this folded space independent of the real sea.
However, the killing intent within the formation did not diminish in the slightest as the illusory figure dissipated.
On the contrary, the indifferent operation that operates without a master and follows the "Tao" is even more chilling.
The five-colored cocoon of light still hung in the center of the array, expanding and contracting, absorbing and releasing the ever-growing essence of heaven and earth.
The patterns on the surface of the cocoon were so complex that they were difficult to trace with the naked eye. Sometimes they resembled galaxy vortexes, and sometimes they resembled Dao talismans. Occasionally, one or two tiny arcs of electricity would burst out, which were the remnants of the lightning intent from the Heavenly Tribulation of Severing the Dao Heavenly Tribulation being slowly absorbed and refined.
Outside the battle formation, a deathly silence was spreading.
The wreckage floating on the sea was sinking, and the dark red bloodstains were diluted and swallowed by the dark blue seawater, but the sweet, fishy smell mixed with the smell of burning lingered in the air for a long time.
"Gulp."
Someone swallowed hard.
The sound was exceptionally clear in the unusually quiet sea.
Then comes the second tone, and then the third tone.
An old monk, hidden in the shadow of the reef, muttered to himself as he crushed a jade slip used to record images in his hand with a "snap," the powder falling from between his fingers.
"Thirty-two Mighty Figure, just like that, gone?"
The young disciple beside him was chattering, his teeth chattering softly. He instinctively grabbed his master's sleeve, only to find his hand covered in cold sweat.
"Master, should we... continue waiting?"
The young disciple's voice trembled uncontrollably.
The old monk did not answer.
His cloudy eyes were fixed on the sea shrouded in starlight, on the cocoon of light deep within the starlight that was still pulsating rhythmically, his eyes churning with extreme greed and equally extreme fear.
Two conflicting emotions tore at him, twisting his wrinkled old face into a bizarre expression.
He wasn't the only one like this.
From all directions, the gazes hidden in the folds of the Void, the abyss of the sea, and the heights of the clouds were now fixed on the starry sky and the cocoon of light.
Greed arises because what is brewing within that cocoon of light is too much.
The fear stemmed from the absurdly brief yet brutally cruel massacre that had just taken place.
That wasn't a battle, that was a harvest.
"No, no!"
Suddenly, a sharp sound rang out from a distorted Void, deliberately obscuring its source using some kind of sound transmission technique.
" The Eastern Exalt is still in his cocoon! If he had already succeeded, why would he need a protective array? That illusory figure just now was clearly a pre-arranged backup plan! The array is now at its peak, and its power will inevitably wane! This is the last chance!"
The voices, seemingly from nowhere, echoed over the sea, carrying a distinctly seductive quality.
A brief commotion.
Several hiding spots were filled with auras, clearly indicating that someone was interested.
But many more chose to remain silent, or even secretly sneer.
Last chance?
Those thirty-two Mighty Figure just now probably thought the same thing.
Sure enough, ten breaths passed after the seductive voice faded, and the Starry Sea remained calm, with no one daring to make the first move.
Time flowed slowly in the deathly silence.
Every breath felt stretched out, pressing down on everyone's heart.
The cocoon of light pulsed more and more powerfully, and the range of its energy absorption and release gradually expanded.
Faintly, a deep heartbeat seemed to emanate from within the cocoon, resonating with some grand and mysterious rhythm of the Dao, causing the distant seawater to ripple rhythmically.
We can't wait any longer.
A hoarse, aged sound, like two rusty iron pieces rubbing together, suddenly rang out above the clouds at the highest point.
The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to possess a strange penetrating power, clearly reaching the ears of every cultivator in the sea below, causing their primordial spirits to tremble slightly.
"Click,"
Above the clouds, Void appeared in the void.
It was no ordinary spatial fluctuation; the edge of the crack was an ominous dark red, like dried blood scabs, or a gash torn open by some extremely ferocious law.
The crack widened, and two Dao Body stepped out.
There were no rays of light, no extraordinary phenomena.
Only an overwhelming sense of death, like the coldest wind in the depths of winter, instantly swept across the entire sea.
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
Below, a dozen or so spectators with slightly weaker cultivation rolled their eyes and fell out of their concealed state, plunging into the sea.
They were not injured; they were simply stunned by the chilling pressure of death, which caused them to lose control of their bodies for a short period of time.
Many others felt a tightness in their chest, as if ancient ice had blocked their throats, slowing even their blood flow.
Two Dao Body.
On the left is a person wearing a tattered, dark blood-red cloak, with some weathered bone ornaments hanging from the edge of the cloak, their original appearance unrecognizable.
He was tall and thin, and his exposed hands resembled a skinned skull, with unusually large knuckles and curved, black nails.
His face was covered by a pure white mask without any patterns, except for two eye holes behind which flickered two points of eerie green light, like will-o'-the-wisps.
He was carrying a knife.
The blade is narrow, about four feet long, and has a dull grayish-white color, as if it were made from the bones of some kind of giant beast.
The blade didn't seem particularly sharp, even somewhat blunt, but looking at it caused a stinging pain in the eyes, as if the wails of countless dead souls were drilling into the mind through the line of sight.
The person on the right was shrouded in a large, black hemp robe, which seemed to be soaked in corpse oil, giving off a greasy, dark sheen.
He was hunched over, his head and face hidden in the deep shadow of his hood, with only one withered hand, thin as a bird's claw, with long, sharp nails, showing, holding a sword.
The sword was over three feet long, its blade pitch black, without a trace of reflection, as if it could absorb all the light around it.
The hilt of the sword is carved with a hideous skull, and dark red liquid slowly flows from the empty eye sockets, like endless pus and blood.
The two no longer concealed their auras, like two ancient volcanoes erupting with scorching and filthy lava.
That's the might of King!
The Legend of Immortal Three: Severing the Dao!
Moreover, he was by no means an ordinary King had just entered the King Realm. The refinement, weight, and ferocity of his aura far exceeded that of ordinary people. He was a killing King had truly crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood and stepped on countless bones to reach this realm!
" King Xuansha, King Minggu,"
Somewhere in the sea, an elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in an ancient Daoist robe, cried out in a low voice, his voice filled with disbelief and horror.
"What? It's them?"
A middle-aged scholar-like cultivator standing nearby suddenly changed his expression, instinctively taking a half-step back and nearly bumping into his companion behind him.
"Those two Assassin Divine Dynasty King from the divine dynasty's foundation, who successfully assassinated a King Body three thousand years ago, causing the main lineage of a major sect in the Central Continent to be severed? Didn't they pass away long ago?"
"To pass away peacefully? Ha,"
The old Daoist priest gave a bitter laugh, his eyes fixed on the two figures in the sky that seemed like the incarnations of death.
"How could the two oldest halls of the Assassin Divine Dynasty, ' Human World ' and ' Hell, ' not lack secret methods for prolonging life? They were merely dormant, and now they have been awakened."
"They even brought out this old monster to kill Eastern Exalt?"
The middle-aged scholar's voice was dry.
"Not 'please'."
The old Daoist priest shook his head, a deep sense of apprehension flashing in the depths of his eyes.
"It is 'essential.' With all thirty-two Mighty Figure figures wiped out, an ordinary King would likely be sent to their death. Only an old monster with thousands of years of experience in the King Realm, wielding King's divine weapon, and proficient in assassination and direct combat, has the confidence to interrupt him and kill him at the most crucial moment of his Nirvana."
It seemed to be to confirm the old man's words.
High in the sky, the one wielding the bone knife slowly raised his head, his pure white mask turning towards the sea shrouded in starlight below, where two points of eerie green ghost fire flickered.
No words were spoken.
The gray-white bone knife in his hand trembled slightly.
"Buzz,"
A deep, resonant clang of a blade rang out, not jarring, yet it caused every cultivator in the sea below who heard it to feel their heart clench violently.
It felt like being gripped by a cold claw.
Where the blade struck, visible gray-white ripples spread through the air.
As the ripples spread, a thin layer of grayish-white substance, resembling bone meal, instantly condensed on the sea surface, freezing even the surging waves for a moment.
The one wielding the black sword also moved.
His head, hidden under his hood, seemed to turn slightly, looking at the King Xuansha beside him.
The two exchanged a glance.
There was no communication, no warning.
The two vanished in an instant.
"Boom,!!!"
King divine power, as vast as the sea and as black as ink, was poured into the bone knife and black sword in his hand without reservation!
A viscous, filthy, dark torrent filled with the aura of death and destruction.
The moment the divine power surged forth, the space around the two of them twisted and collapsed, revealing the chaotic Void turbulence behind them.
The weapons in their hands sang with thirst!
On the bone knife, countless illusory faces, twisted and contorted in agony, appeared, some male, some female, some old, some young, all with their mouths agape, emitting silent wails.
The blade shone with a brilliant gray-white light, and even the light itself seemed to be "killed" and annihilated in its reach.
The black sword was even more bizarre. Dark red liquid boiled and gushed from the eye sockets of the skull on the blade, flowing down the blade and corroding the space in its wake, leaving sizzling black marks.
A nauseating stench, a mixture of the smell of corpses, blood, and some ancient curse, filled the air.
The two King weapons, under the full power of the King's guidance, have been completely revived!
"Punish."
King Xuansha spoke in a hoarse voice, uttering only one word.
The bone knife swung down.
There were no fancy moves, just the simplest vertical slash.
Where the blade pointed, a grayish-white slash tore through the sky, and on either side of the slash, space crumbled and vanished like weathered, decaying wood.
Within the knife marks, countless phantoms of the dead swirled and shrieked, converging into a destructive law of death that locked onto the five-colored cocoon of light deep within the starry sky!
"Kill."
The King Minggu spoke almost simultaneously, his voice like the cry of an owl.
The black sword thrust out.
A point of pitch-black light flickered at the tip of the sword, then expanded instantly, transforming into a dark sword beam that devoured everything.
Where the sword's light passed, light, sound, spiritual energy, and even the "life force" of the seawater below were forcibly extracted and devoured, leaving behind a trail of absolute silence and absolute darkness, pointing directly at the cocoon of light!
A knife and a sword.
One slash, one thrust.
The two attacks resonated mysteriously the instant they were unleashed, their blades flashing and intertwining in mid-air. The laws of death and destruction superimposed and amplified each other, ultimately converging at a single point.
It was right at the very center of that five-colored cocoon of light!
This strike surpassed the full power of an ordinary King.
This is a deadly combined attack from two ancient monsters who have been immersed in the King Realm for thousands of years, wielding their natal King Weapons, with their minds in sync and their laws complementing each other!
Its power is enough to instantly kill an ordinary King, severely injure Great Accomplishment King, and even pose a threat to Saint!
"It's over,"
Below, countless spectators simultaneously had this thought in their minds.
Many people even closed their eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.
Under such an attack, the cocoon of light had no chance of survival.
Li Qingshan, trapped in the cocoon, will inevitably have his Nirvana interrupted. Even if he doesn't die, his Dao foundation will certainly be damaged, leaving him severely injured and on the verge of death.
Once he loses the protection of the Nirvana Power and is exposed to the two Killing Kings,
The ending was already predetermined.
"Swoosh, boom!!!"
The gray-white blade marks and dark sword light struck the Zhoutian Star Formation without any fancy moves!
Two terrifyingly destructive energies collided with the Zhoutian Star Formation!
A blinding light erupted!
That was no ordinary light, but a blazing white light of annihilation produced by the collision of laws and the loss of control over energy!
The light was so intense that it instantly caused all cultivators within a hundred miles who looked directly at it to scream in agony. Their eyes stung and watered, and those with weaker cultivation even experienced a sudden blackout, temporarily losing their sight!
Following closely behind the light was sound.
An indescribable, sharp explosion, like millions of panes of glass shattering simultaneously, or like the membranes of heaven and earth being forcibly torn apart, mixed with a deep, muffled energy, transformed into a tangible sound wave that exploded wildly in all directions in a ring!
"Splash!!"
The sea below was blasted into a giant crater! Seawater surged up from the edge of the crater, forming towering waves that crashed outwards!
Countless cultivators and sea beasts hiding in the sea were shaken so badly that they bled from all seven orifices and fainted.
An energy storm followed.
Centered on the grand formation, the out-of-control essence of heaven and earth, shattered fragments of laws, and annihilating energy turbulence, mixed with the death intent and destructive aura contained in the swords, formed a multicolored yet extremely dangerous storm of destruction, sweeping outwards like a raging sea!
Where the storm passed, space was torn apart like a rag, leaving countless cracks. The seawater evaporated instantly, revealing the dark, high-temperature vitrified seabed beneath.
Some spectators who were close enough to retreat in time, along with their protective magical artifacts, were lightly grazed by the edge of the storm and turned into a cloud of blood mist, which was then evaporated completely, leaving not a trace.
"Retreat! Retreat quickly!!"
Screams rang out from all directions, throwing the once orderly crowd into complete chaos. Everyone frantically retreated, their life-saving escape techniques and defensive magic items flashing wildly, leaving them in a sorry state.
In the chaos, no one noticed the location of the cocoon of light.
The five-colored cocoon of light shattered.
It wasn't shattered by violence, but rather, like a ripe fruit naturally bursting open, or like a lotus flower blooming, starting from the top and following those mysterious patterns, neatly splitting open several cracks.
As the raging energy storm approached these cracks, it seemed to be smoothed and tamed by an invisible force, becoming docile before transforming into streams of pure energy that actively flowed into the cracks.
The fragments of the light cocoon did not scatter and fly away, but hovered around, their surfaces shimmering with light. They also began to melt and decompose, transforming into the most primordial vitality and Daoist essence, converging inward.
All the leaked energy, all the shattered laws, all the dissipated essence, at this moment, seemed to receive a supreme summons, flowing like rivers into the sea, rushing towards the center of the cracked cocoon of light.
There, a figure who had been sitting cross-legged slowly stood up.
First, there was a hand, extending out from it, with long, slender fingers and skin as smooth Ruyu, yet faintly shimmering with starlight.
With a gentle clench of his hand, the raging energy storm around him abruptly halted, then surged toward his palm at an even faster pace.
Then, the figure was fully revealed.
His black robes were as dark as ink, no longer as blurry as the previous phantom, but real and tangible.
The robe was devoid of any decoration, except that when the light shifted, countless fine, dark patterns resembling the trails of stars could be faintly seen.
Her black hair was loose and flowing, the ends moving without wind, each strand seemingly imbued with a spirit, swaying gently and subtly harmonizing with the rhythm of the surrounding world.
He has a youthful face and handsome features, but the youthful vigor he once possessed has been completely suppressed and settled into a deep and unfathomable calm.
The skin has a luminous glow beneath it, yet it is not glaring at all; instead, it evokes a sense of rustic simplicity.
Only when he stood up completely, his feet lightly touching the shattered cocoon of light, did he slowly open his eyes.
"Buzz,"
The instant Li Qingshan opened his eyes, all the raging energy storms, all the chaotic spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and all the shattered fragments of laws within a hundred miles of him froze.
Just as a subject upon seeing his king, he instinctively freezes and submits.
Then, he took a soft breath.
"Call,"
Within a hundred miles, all the solidified energy, spiritual energy, and laws, like a whale sucking in water, transformed into a visible, multicolored torrent, all of which entered his mouth and nose.
Li Qingshan lowered his head slightly, looked at his palm, and slowly closed his five fingers, feeling the new power within his body that surged like a galaxy and condensed like Immortal Gold, and feeling the unprecedented intimate connection between his soul and the laws of heaven and earth.
He raised his head and looked up at the sky.
There, the King Xuansha and the King Minggu were staring intently at him. The eerie green flames behind their pure white masks and the shadows beneath their hoods revealed a deep sense of astonishment and disbelief.
Their combined, deadly attack not only failed to interrupt Nirvana, but seemed to have become an aid to the opponent's final breakthrough?
Moreover, the aura emanating from the other party at this moment...
" King Seventh Heaven "