On the arena, as Nangong Xingyun announced the participants for the first match, two figures stepped onto the stage simultaneously.
The person on the left is none other than Ju Gongchen, the prodigy of the Ju Lineage.
He wore a dark blue robe with ancient gold patterns embroidered along the edges. With each step, a subtle Daoist aura flowed around him. His face was stern, his eyebrows were like swords, and his eyes held no superfluous emotion. Just standing there, he exuded a calm and imposing aura.
His Fate Soul essence was extremely refined, and every move he made carried the powerful aura of a Mystic Void Realm cultivator. His opponent Hua Xizhi.
The young prodigy of the Hua Lineage, she wore a light purple dress, her long hair cascading down her back, her eyes carrying a hint of aloofness. She stood on the other side of the arena, her expression calm, holding her Fate Soul weapon in her hand, with patterns and spiritual light slowly flowing around her.
The two didn't exchange many words. As Nangong Xingyun announced the start, the battle broke out instantly, with Ju Gongchen making the first move.
His figure blurred into a streak, instantly closing in on Hua Xizhi. His Fate Soul condensed in his palm, and an incomparably heavy Mystic Void power crashed down. Hua Xizhi immediately used her defensive divine power, and countless flower shadows appeared, with layers of spiritual light blocking her way.
Boom! The two forces collided, and the entire arena trembled slightly. Hua Xizhi retreated continuously, her expression gradually becoming serious. She knew very well that Ju Gongchen's fighting style was extremely stable, without any unnecessary movements, and every attack precisely targeted her weakest point.
After dozens of moves, Hua Xizhi was finally caught off guard by Ju Gongchen, who used a divine power to shatter her defenses and force her back to the edge of the arena. Hua Xizhi glanced at the boundary line beneath her feet, then slowly withdrew her Fate Soul. "I lost." She did not continue to insist. Nangong Xingyun then announced, "The first match, Ju Gongchen wins."
Outside the arena, many cultivators whispered among themselves. "Ju Gongchen truly lives up to his reputation as the Ju Lineage's prodigy; his combat is incredibly steady." "Hua Xizhi is also quite strong, but she encountered an opponent who excels at direct suppression." Ju Gongchen didn't linger; he simply turned and left the arena, while Hua Xizhi returned to the spectator area.
A moment later, another spatial passage opened from the void, and Hua Jingmeng and Chi Mulin stepped onto the stage together. The moment the two appeared, the atmosphere of the entire square changed abruptly.
Hua Jingmeng stood in the center of the arena, a faint smile on her face. She looked at Chi Mulin opposite her, a barely perceptible glint of malice flashing deep in her eyes. "Admit defeat." "My target has never been you."
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undisguised contempt. A glint flashed in Chi Mulin's eyes as she slowly raised her head, meeting Hua Jingmeng's gaze directly. "Don't talk big." "Hua Jingmeng, I know perfectly well what kind of methods you possess." "Still trying to persuade me to admit defeat?" Hua Jingmeng's lips slowly curled into a cold smile. "Since you insist on seeking death," "then I will grant your wish."
As soon as she finished speaking, the temperature around the arena plummeted, and a chilling cold permeated the surrounding area. Behind Hua Jingmeng, the phantom of her Fate Soul slowly emerged, and a cold and terrifying power began to spread in all directions.
Chi Mulin remained completely unmoved. She understood Hua Jingmeng and knew her methods well. Hua Jingmeng had relied on more than just her cultivation level to get to this point.
Every exchange could harbor a deadly threat, so at this moment, Chi Mulin had no intention of testing the waters. She suddenly raised her hand. "Boom!"
A dazzling light erupted from her body, and two Fate Soul weapons of life slowly appeared. The swords were uniquely shaped, with long blades that shone with a deep black and silver hue. The blades were covered with points of cold starlight and exuded a chilling sharpness.
The hilt is engraved with ancient patterns, and a dark blue crystal core is inlaid in the center. As the power of Fate Soul flows into it, the crystal core glows faintly. Structures resembling flowing ribbons extend from both sides of the sword, slowly swirling around the blade.
One side of the sword was as silent as an eternal night, exuding a cold and murderous aura; the other side flowed with silver light, carrying an indomitable and sharp sword intent. The divine weapon hovered in front of Chi Mulin. Buzz—the sword's cry resounded in all directions, and the void where the entire arena was located rippled with subtle vibrations.
Many of the onlookers on the periphery showed slight changes in their expressions. "Chi Mulin actually summoned her Fate Soul Weapon right from the start." "It seems that from the very beginning, she didn't intend to give Hua Jingmeng any chance to maneuver."
Chi Mulin reached out and grasped the sword hilt, its blade pointing directly at Hua Jingmeng. Her gaze grew colder with each passing moment. "Hua Jingmeng." "In this battle, I will not retreat a single step." Hua Jingmeng gazed at the divine weapon, her smile deepening. "Very good." "Only then, will things become interesting." The next instant, two powerful auras of Fate Soul erupted simultaneously!
On the arena, the wind rose and fell in Annihilation. Chi Mulin wielded two swords, and her Daoist aura suddenly changed. The originally calm and flowing void slowly solidified at this moment, and the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi almost stopped.
Her gaze was fixed on Hua Jingmeng ahead, without the slightest hint of contempt, only Ultimate composure and caution. Everyone knew of Hua Jingmeng's reputation as a prodigy, but only those who had truly fought her understood that what was most terrifying about this woman was not her cultivation level, but rather her ability to conceal her intentions at every step and her deadly moves, never standing unprepared on the arena.
Therefore, Chi Mulin left no room for maneuver in this sword strike. "Stillness Frost Twin Deeps." The clear words fell like the sound of the Dao descending upon the world, shaking the small arena.
Chi Mulin slowly raised her hands, and in an instant, two distant sword cries resounded from the depths of the void.
Buzz—In the void to the left, a silver-gray stream of light slowly took shape.
The sword was covered in a faint silver glow, as if liquid moonlight flowed across its blade. It appeared to be concealed, with no trace of ferocity. Yet, the moment it appeared, the surrounding swaying Spiritual Qi, floating spatial dust, and drifting fragments of Daoist rhyme all froze in mid-air.
On the spine of the sword, a simple and vigorous word "ENTER" slowly appeared, imprinting on the sword body, which will remain unchanged forever, Jishuang Zuohong, the palm enters the path of silence. On the other side of the void, the dark sword shadow floated out silently.
It was devoid of light and brilliance, as dark as an eternal night, silently swallowing all the surrounding light. Anyone who came within three feet would find their light dimmed and their mind inexplicably sinking. The sword's edge had no sharp, cold glint, yet it carried an overwhelming aura of Annihilation that suppressed all things, causing the souls of all the cultivators present to tremble slightly.
On the spine of the sword, a word "chu" lit up brightly, reflecting the dark sword body, Ji Shuang Youhong, and the principle of silence in the palm. The moment the two swords appeared together, the world and the world around Chi Mulin completely fell into deathly silence.
There was no wind, no waves, no spirit, no rhythm; even the flow of time seemed to freeze, momentarily pausing. The pupils of the billions of cultivators watching the battle in the Myriad Worlds Graveyard all shrank, their minds trembling violently.
"It's the Chi Lineage's secret technique, the Stillness Frost Twin Deeps!" "She actually comprehended such a inherited sword technique!"
Many veteran experts' expressions changed drastically, their eyes filled with solemnity. They knew that this dual-sword technique had long transcended ordinary killing swordsmanship. It did not cut the physical body or destroy the Source Power, but focused on the definition of the Dao that the cultivator's original existence was defined. It was unpredictable, terrifying, and unsolvable.
With a single step, Chi Mulin's figure suddenly became ethereal, instantly breaking through the void and disappearing from the spot. The next instant, two completely different sword lights appeared in the airspace to the left and right of Hua Jingmeng, one silver-gray and the other pitch black, sealing off all paths of advance, retreat, and evasion.
Left Deep first swept across the void, the Daoist aura of Annihilation spreading in all directions. Wherever the sword's edge touched, the world fell silent. The Spiritual Qi flowing around Hua Jingmeng suddenly subsided, the Daoist patterns swirling around her body dimmed, and even the fluctuations of her incredibly stable Fate Soul essence were briefly frozen.
This is the state of Entering Stillness, sealing off all life and halting all cultivation. Immediately following, a jet-black sword mark on the Right Deep traverses the sky, tearing apart the silent void. That world that was forcibly sealed off was suddenly pulled back to reality by an incomparably domineering force. The deathly silence shattered, the momentum rebounded, yin and yang clashed, and the laws of the Dao conflicted.
This is the Leaving Stillness, breaking all constraints and reversing all stagnation. Boom!!! Two completely contradictory forces of Annihilation collided and intertwined around Hua Jingmeng.
A closed-loop sword mark, interwoven with silver and black, suddenly took shape, hovering in front of him. Half of it was solidified and sealed, while the other half was broken and defied reason, like a shackle of Annihilation encompassing the paradox of yin and yang, firmly locking the four directions of the sky.
A paradoxical closed loop, self-contained, unsolvable and unbreakable; in an instant, bizarre phenomena arise spontaneously.
Hua Jingmeng's body exhibited two completely opposite states: a phantom slowly faded and dissipated, seemingly returning to nothingness; while a true form continuously solidified and stood tall in the sky.
One illusory and one real, two states of existence coexist within him, defying the natural order of heaven and earth. The origin of his Fate Soul within him vibrates violently, his Dao foundation fluctuates erratically, and he endures the fierce tearing of paradoxical Dao laws.
Outside the arena, all the cultivators stood solemnly, no one daring to utter a sound. "This sword technique is terrifying, directly targeting the very source of existence!" "If an ordinary True Annihilation Realm cultivator were trapped within it, their Dao Foundation would be instantly shattered and severely injured!"
Everyone thought that this sword strike had secured victory, and that Hua Jingmeng would be trapped and unable to escape. However, Hua Jingmeng, who was in the center of the sword ring, stood still from beginning to end, without taking a single step back.
He stared silently at the ever-shrinking silver-black sword ring, letting the paradoxical laws tear at his own Dao aura. After a moment, a cold, mocking smile slowly curled at the corner of his lips. "That's it?"
Her voice trailed off softly, utterly calm, yet radiating boundless arrogance. With a mere flick of her wrist, Hua Jingmeng neither unleashed any supreme treasures nor employed any complex divine techniques; she simply touched the ground with her fingertips. Whoosh—a jet-black pattern instantly spread from beneath her feet, engulfing the entire arena. "Dream Stillness Flower Domain." Boom!!!
A dark curtain of light suddenly enveloped the surrounding area, completely sealing off the entire arena and transforming it into a separate and eerie world. Countless black petals drifted down from the void, each petal engraved with intricate and complex Fate Soul patterns, containing a strange power of erosion, devouring, and assimilation.
The black petals fell gently, and the instant they touched the silver-black sword ring, there was no earth-shattering collision, no violent roar, only a silent dissolution and absorption.
The desolate Stillness Frost Twin Deeps the very definition of a cultivator's existence, were slowly entangled and gradually devoured by these black petals. The Annihilation Daoist aura flowing through the sword rings was assimilated and absorbed bit by bit, and the attack abruptly ceased.
Chi Mulin's brows furrowed suddenly, a genuine seriousness appearing in her eyes for the first time. "How could this be? Damn it!! I underestimated him."
She clearly sensed that her dual-sword divine power had not been destroyed, but the Annihilation power contained within it was being forcibly drawn, worn away, and absorbed by a more profound and mysterious Dao principle.
These methods far exceeded the scope of ordinary defensive techniques. Hua Jingmeng slowly raised her eyes, her clear, cold gaze filled with a chilling intent, and looked indifferently at Chi Mulin opposite her. "Chi Mulin, your sword is beautiful, with a unique Daoist charm, and your talent is outstanding." He shook his head slightly, his tone indifferent, yet concealing Ultimate contempt. "Unfortunately, you are too weak."
Boom!!! As soon as the words were spoken, the Dream Stillness Flower Domain suddenly expanded, and a dark light curtain swept in all directions.
The silver-black paradoxical sword ring that had been wrapped around Hua Jingmeng finally succumbed to the pull and devouring, shattering into countless tiny Dao patterns that dissolved into the dark flower realm.
Ta-da--
Chi Mulin's arms, gripping the sword, trembled slightly, her tiger's mouth went numb, and both swords emitted a low hum, as if suffering a backlash from the power of the Dao. She involuntarily took several steps back, and the moment she regained her footing, her expression became even colder and more solemn.
The entire Myriad Worlds Graveyard fell into a deathly silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Countless cultivators trembled in shock. No one expected that Chi Mulin's top-tier sword technique, which she had kept hidden, would be easily neutralized and silently absorbed by Hua Jingmeng with a single defensive secret technique.
In the center of the arena, Hua Jingmeng stood amidst a world of fluttering black petals, her body shrouded in a dark aura, her expression indifferent, and the shadowy light in her eyes growing ever stronger as she locked her gaze on Chi Mulin ahead.
"Now, do you still think you're qualified to defeat me?" Chi Mulin slowly raised her twin swords, the silver and black light swirling and rising once more. She didn't utter a word, offered no explanation, and showed no intention of retreating; only her eyes were icy cold, filled with fierce fighting spirit.