As the last High-Grade Spirit Stone was exhausted, the gathered spiritual energy phenomenon began to dissipate, and he felt his internal Magic Power finally stabilize at 50%.
Fifty percent... that's enough!
Within the dark and silent spatial barrier, amidst the fragments of a small world where crisis is revealed, on the outskirts of a small world teetering on the edge of death, under that supreme will...
Xu Long had kept his mind on edge the whole way. Even after entering this world, he continued to absorb spiritual energy without stopping. Having grown up amidst numerous crises, he knew all too well what he could rely on.
The thousands of High-Grade Spirit Stone he had painstakingly acquired were completely drained of their spiritual energy in a short period of time. Fortunately, his luck hadn't run out yet, and he immediately flew into the sky after emerging without encountering any misfortune.
Even if we encounter it, we're not afraid; the True Dragon Clone within us remains completely unharmed.
Even Xu Long Xu Long couldn't fathom just how terrifying his clone's combat power was after acquiring the Sea-Overturning Sword Formation, but he always regarded his clone as his greatest trump card.
Xu Long didn't let him show himself even at the most dangerous moment, because he wanted to keep this trump card hidden forever. Precisely because it was a trump card, it had to be concealed as much as possible and could not be used lightly!
Only now, with his Magic Power restored to fifty percent, did his heart finally ease. Feeling the Power of Oblivion surging again through his meridians, Xu Long, having survived the ordeal, couldn't help but let out a long roar to the sky:
"Imperial Edict!"
A long howl, uttered without the application of Magic Power, carried far through the clouds.
"Um!"
A gasp of amazement suddenly emanated from the thick clouds, and a beam of divine light shot out from the eyes that snapped open in an instant, piercing straight into the heavens.
" Senior Brother Li, does that sound strange?"
A cultivator dressed in blue robes frowned and looked at the cultivator in front of him who was gazing at the sky, asking a question. Several other cultivators in blue robes around him looked nervously at Senior Brother Li.
There were nine of them in total, sitting cross-legged on a giant bronze sword, with Senior Brother Li, who was gazing at the sky, sitting upright at the tip of the sword.
The enormous bronze sword resembled a flying boat, its long blade piercing through the thick clouds ahead, whipping up countless gusts of wind as it swiftly traversed the air.
They had just been sitting quietly cross-legged on the bronze giant sword with their eyes closed, but a sudden long howl from the heavens broke the tranquility of the giant sword.
The roar that rang out soared to the heavens, its heroic spirit of fighting against the heavens and the earth seemed to burst forth, and the arrogant expression of the roar's owner seemed to be right before our eyes.
Among them were many people of unwavering resolve, yet under this deafening roar, their spirits were shaken in an instant.
Having cultivated for many years, tempering one's character is of paramount importance. This breach in their defenses was undoubtedly caused by the overwhelming force within the howl; how could they not be tense?
Upon hearing this, Senior Brother Li withdrew his lightning-fast gaze, took a deep breath, and said, "Fellow disciples, please do not be surprised. It seems that a highly skilled senior is passing by. We have no conflict with him."
As he exhaled, he looked at the people behind him and spoke these words. His words contained a surge of energy, like a gentle breeze that dispelled the tension and instantly soothed everyone's doubts.
However, when he spoke, his gaze towards the people behind him seemed indifferent, but he lingered a little longer among the nine people, a faint, unknown glint in his pupils.
The hand hidden in the sleeve had already clenched silently, as if ready to condense a magical Magic Power at any moment.
"Fellow disciples, do not be surprised, let's continue!"
Senior Brother Li in green robes, his gaze sharp as lightning and his words swift as the wind, instantly eased the tense atmosphere. Seeing that there was nothing unusual among the nine people, he loosened his clenched fist slightly and then gave another instruction.
He then feigned a relaxed posture as he looked up at the sky, but his heart was in turmoil.
Just now, he channeled his Magic Power, his gaze piercing through the clouds and reaching the highest heavens, but all he saw was a blank sky.
Where is the owner of that howling voice? Logically speaking, his Mahayana cultivation is rare in the world, and it's common for his gaze to reach the heavens. How could he not detect even the slightest trace of him?
Thinking it over and over again was of no use, and at this moment, there were signs that people's hearts were becoming unsettled. He suppressed his doubts and decisively shouted to wake everyone up, but his eyes remained fixed on the crowd.
There seemed to be a figure there, drawing his special attention, even though he Mahayana Stage.
"Yes!"
Upon seeing this, the crowd behind him responded in unison, and the atmosphere in the group became solemn as they looked at the figure in blue robes standing with his hands behind his back at the sword's hilt, their eyes filled with awe.
The bronze greatsword flashed, and the resulting gust of wind instantly cleaved through the thick clouds, hurtling forward with overwhelming momentum.
"The spatial barrier ahead has shattered; going any further will only lead to your deaths. It's not too late to change course!"
Before everyone could recover from the sight of the figure in green, another thunderous voice boomed from the heavens.
The thunderous words resounded through the heavens, causing a great stir in everyone's hearts. Upon hearing the news that "the spatial barrier has shattered," everyone's expression changed drastically.
After releasing their divine senses, they could not detect any living beings, and the atmosphere became somewhat uneasy as they looked at each other in bewilderment.
Before the words in the sky could be finished, a sword aura ripped through the clouds. The sword light sharpened, as if it had discerned its direction and chosen a place, heading straight for the heavens.
"Instead of hiding your true colors, why not come out and show yourself!"
Senior Brother Li, the independent swordsman, had a frosty expression on his face, and his body was radiating surging Magic Power. He looked up at the sky, his eyes like torches.
He hadn't been able to find the source of the howling sound, so he assumed it was from some senior cultivator. Although he had some doubts, he suppressed them for the sake of something more important.
However, he was also an extremely arrogant person. Since he began cultivating, he had made rapid progress in everything he did, and his sword skills were particularly outstanding. Naturally, his temperament was comparable to that of the person who had just shouted.
He had just calmed everyone down and given the order to continue advancing, intending to pretend he had never met the other party if they were sensible. But when the other party said this, it was like a slap in the face.
He had no choice but to stir up trouble. He'd already placed orders for so many people; who knew how many more the other side might bring? Good grief, you think I'm afraid of your smokescreen if I don't show some real force?
Let's talk this out. At worst, we'll have a real fight. Do you think I, with nine men, am afraid of you?
With a casual flick of his wrist, a sword aura shot straight into the sky, revealing the imposing presence of a Mahayana Stage cultivator. However, Senior Brother Li remained deep in thought. After unleashing the sword light, he turned around and once again looked at the crowd with a sharp gaze.
But while speaking gently and reassuringly, his attention remained focused on the crowd, a wary heart pounding beneath the surface.
"Um?"
Looking at the sword light that was tearing through the air and chasing after him from the heavens, Xu Long couldn't help but chuckle.
The sword light discerned its direction and headed towards Xu Long high in the sky, carrying an extremely fast wind that silently cleaved through the surrounding clouds, revealing a chilling aura.
Feeling the sword light reflected in his eyes growing larger and larger, now almost within reach, the force of the sword scattering his long hair, Xu Long remained calm. He stretched out his arm and twirled his hand in front of him.
The Magic Power instantly condensed, and an invisible round shield appeared in front of him. The fierce sword light pierced the round shield in an instant, but the energy and force it carried disappeared as if it had been thrown into the sea.
Xu Long looked at the small sword in front of him. The condensed Power of Oblivion was like a steel clamp, firmly holding the small sword in its grasp. The energy fluctuations emanating from the sword were extremely large, but they were all useless against the Power of Oblivion.
Xu Long's lips curled slightly, and the circular shield formed by the Power of Oblivion instantly rotated once. The sword felt the resistance disappear, and in an instant, its light surged, about to rush towards Xu Long again.
As Xu Long dispersed the shield of Power of Oblivion, a flash of sword light appeared in his eyes. He swiftly raised his hand and, before the sword light could get close, flicked his finger at its blade:
when!
When a metallic clang echoed from the heavens, Senior Brother Li, whose face was usually icy cold, finally revealed a slight smile.
The sword light he unleashed at the Mahayana Stage was no ordinary matter. Each move he made revealed the appearance of the invading enemy. "Have you not heard of the great name of my sect? How dare you be so presumptuous!"
Feeling the admiring gazes of the crowd before him, Senior Brother Li couldn't help but feel a little proud. After all, he had achieved early success and had been thriving ever since...
Senior Brother Li was still basking in the admiration of the crowd. He had shown off in front of people many times before, and he was used to the admiring gazes of others. But he seemed not to notice that the gazes of the people in front of him were gradually turning from admiration to astonishment...
Whoosh!
A sound rang out, and a streak of light flashed in his peripheral vision. Senior Brother Li's smug smile froze on his face, while the flying sword that had been bounced back behind him had already dimmed and lost its luster.
"Take this as a lesson, and don't let it happen again. Be careful!"
A thunderclap boomed again from the heavens, but everyone seemed numb to it.
Everyone felt a sudden darkness overhead, and the surrounding clouds involuntarily swirled up. It seemed as if some enormous creature had swept across the sky in an instant. When they came to their senses and looked up at the clouds, they found nothing unusual in the world.
A crimson figure in the crowd looked behind him, his incredibly bright eyes reflecting a pair of enormous wings that unfurled from the clouds, blotting out the sky and silently enveloping the heavens.
Senior Brother Li's smile vanished instantly. He frowned and gazed at the heavens, while the sword light behind him dimmed. Having witnessed what had just happened, he dared not test the waters again.
A quick glance at the crowd brought a sense of relief; thank goodness!
" Junior Brother Xu, go and investigate immediately, and return as soon as possible!"
Senior Brother Li was humiliated and felt a mixture of shame and anger, but he knew that he was simply outmatched. His sword beam, imbued with Magic Power, was easily sent back by the other party.
This was already showing leniency, but the spatial barrier that person mentioned had shattered, so they couldn't go any further. Watching a figure in green fly away, Senior Brother Li's gaze slightly locked onto a crimson figure in the crowd.
There were nine of them in total, seemingly sitting in a row, but among the nine in blue robes, one figure in crimson stood out conspicuously. Their attention was focused on all directions, but in reality, they were keeping a close watch on those behind them.
He still had some tricks up his sleeve, but he couldn't use them easily. He could only wait for his Junior Brother Xu to investigate before making a decision, hoping to avoid any unforeseen complications.
Senior Brother Li looked at the crimson figure with a hint of deep doubt.
Xu Long was certainly not a good person, and he held back for a reason. Before he let out a roar from the heavens, he had already detected that someone was passing by: a Mahayana Stage cultivator, seven Tribulation Transcendence Stage, and one whose strength was currently unknown.
His cultivation level along the way already places him among the most prominent figures in major sects. Although he is not afraid of causing trouble, he has not yet recovered to his peak condition, so there is no need to create unnecessary complications.
His warning to the cultivators below about the danger of a shattered spatial barrier ahead was not out of a sudden pang of conscience; he was not going to act as a traffic light or escort fleet in the Legend of Mount Shu World.
He worried that if the cultivators on this journey hadn't been paying attention and had plunged headlong into the broken spatial barrier and been completely absorbed, they, being the main characters, would all surely have died.
This attracted the sect's masters to investigate the broken spatial barrier. He didn't want the powerful cultivators at the Earth Immortal level to know that someone had forcibly World Breaking; he only wanted to make them back down.
We should cover it up for as long as possible and use the little time we have left to complete our first task: finding Chi You Blood Cave and reuniting with the Blood Alliance cultivators!
As long as the Blood Alliance becomes powerful enough, it can restrain the righteous forces, and they won't have much energy to investigate the spatial rupture. They can just wait for the Heavenly Dao of the world to automatically repair the broken spatial barrier.
Feeling the power of the bloodline of his clone within his body, Xu Long looked into the distance, through the thick clouds to a certain corner, where the Vulture King he sat on spread its wings, its huge and wide wings gracefully skimming over the clouds.
A hurricane swept through, and the mountains and vegetation below rushed past. In the blink of an eye, they were already tens of thousands of meters away. Countless scenes flashed by in Xu Long. He silently looked into the distance, his eyes filled with doubt.
Beneath the long mountain range, a crowd of figures moved about, layers upon layers of magical Magic Power intertwined within the mountain range, sword light flashed in the mountain streams, and countless pavilions on the cliffs were reduced to ashes by the intense energy waves.
Whoosh!
A sharp sword light sliced through the clouds, as if it came from beyond the heavens, and plunged into the mountains with boundless power.
when!
Before the clang of metal had faded, the sword light, still strong, condensed once more into a long sword beam, heading straight for the white-haired cultivator below.
The vegetation in the mountains had been scorched by the sword light, and the towering trees that had stood for hundreds of years were instantly reduced to ashes. The soil and rocks on the ground were scorched to boiling point, and the white-haired cultivator on the scorched earth was in a sorry state.
The sword light that had been surging behind him had dimmed, the flowing green robe he wore was now tattered, and his once neat hair was now disheveled.
A look of terror crossed his face, and his eyes, gazing at the sky, were filled with uncontrollable despair.
"Alliance Leader Lao Youquan is personally taking action; he really thinks highly of me. This entire force is elite; have all the Blood Alliance's top cultivators come out?"
The white-haired cultivator struggled to maintain his strength and spoke in a pitiful tone to a figure in mid-air that was becoming increasingly conspicuous.
He watched as the mountain range he guarded was utterly destroyed by the Blood Alliance cultivators, and all the blue-robed cultivators of his faction perished.
He also knew that the Blood Alliance had deployed all its elite forces today, and that even the Old Devil Youquan had personally taken action, which probably meant they had a grand purpose.
Recalling his inevitable doom, the white-haired cultivator gave a bitter smile, his hand, which was holding a talisman hidden in his sleeve, trembled slightly.
Clang!
The distant blade turned, bringing with it a graceful sword cry that came from behind.
With a clang, the white-haired cultivator's flying sword was knocked away, but its sharpness remained undiminished as it continued its downward trajectory.
Before the talisman in his hand could be crushed, with a "whoosh," the blade swirled back into the sky, and an arm wrapped in a large sleeve, lifted by the strong wind, flew up, while the talisman in his hand floated down in the air like a falling leaf.