Hua Jingmeng stood in the center of the arena, staring at the twin swords in Chi Mulin's hands. There was no fear in his eyes, but rather a cold mockery. The black petals swirling around him drifted gently, making his cold face appear even more eerie.
A slight smile played on her lips. "Get out." Her voice was calm, yet carried a chilling contempt. "I'm not willing to waste any more time on you." Hua Jingmeng's gaze locked onto Chi Mulin, a coldness spreading through her. "Otherwise... don't blame me for being ruthless."
As soon as she finished speaking, many spectators outside the arena frowned slightly. Everyone could tell that Hua Jingmeng's words were not just a threat, but concealed a surging killing intent. Chi Mulin stood still, her five fingers gripping her sword suddenly tightening. For a moment, a faint fear did indeed flash in her eyes.
She knew better than anyone that Hua Jingmeng was no easy opponent. Her previous move, the Dream Stillness Flower Domain, which effortlessly dissolved the Stillness Frost Twin Deeps, was proof enough that this person's control over her own Dao far surpassed that of other cultivators in the Eternal Silence Realm. Yet, she did not retreat. Chi Mulin slowly raised her head, looked directly at Hua Jingmeng, and spoke firmly, her voice echoing throughout the arena. "I will never back down a single step."
As her voice trembled, the two silent swords in her hands roared simultaneously. A soft hum filled the air, and countless fine spatial cracks instantly spread across the entire arena. Chi Mulin slowly closed her eyes. The next instant, she gripped both Silent Frost Left Deep and Silent Frost Right Deep tightly. "Since that's how it is... then I'll let you witness the true Stillness Frost Sword Dao."
In an instant, all the Fate Soul essence power within her body surged into the two swords without reservation. The Left Deep sword trembled violently, its silver-gray sword light flowing endlessly. The Right Deep also trembled incessantly, its pitch-black sword light surging like a bottomless abyss. The two swords had completely opposite origins.
One wields the sword to Entering Stillness, the other to emerge from Leaving Stillness. In the instant that these two completely opposite laws of Annihilation intertwine and collide, the entire arena undergoes a strange transformation. Space tends to stand still, and the flow of time becomes disordered.
Even the Fate Soul of the cultivators watching from afar were momentarily stunned. Chi Mulin's face gradually paled, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She was forcibly merging two mutually exclusive Great Dao of Annihilation, a process fraught with danger that could severely damage her own Dao foundation. Boom! The two swords clashed, but there was no deafening explosion. Only a clear and melodious sword cry rang out, like ancient ice shattering.
A resounding clang swept across the entire plaza, causing all the cultivators to tremble violently. As the light faded, the twin swords in Chi Mulin's hands disappeared, replaced by a new longsword— Vanishing Deep.
The sword's blade is somewhere between silver-gray and pitch black, as if it contains the eternal moonlight and the eternal darkness of night. It has no sharp edge, yet all who gaze upon this sword feel an indescribable unease in their hearts.
This sword itself is an unsolvable question. It transcends ordinary rules, exists outside the myriad paths of the Dao, and is not bound by any worldly definitions. There are no ancient inscriptions on the spine of the sword, only a dark pattern that flows slowly.
Within the dark patterns, figures rise and fall, mountains and rivers revolve, stars rise and fall, as if an entire vast river of time has been compressed and sealed here. The moment Chi Mulin grasped the Vanishing Deep, her aura underwent a complete transformation. "The Silent Abyss Vanished Deep."
With a single, understated word, she took a step forward. There were no complicated moves; she simply raised her sword and slowly thrust it forward. In an instant, all was silent, and all sounds in the world vanished. A colorless rift slowly unfolded from the void, neither black nor white, as if a piece of the real world had been carved out of thin air.
Wherever the rift passed, space actively yielded, and the traces of time silently dissolved. Even the Dream Stillness Flower Domain, which was shrouded in Hua Jingmeng's presence, trembled violently. Only now did a solemn expression appear on Hua Jingmeng's face. He clearly understood that this sword strike was unstoppable.
All defensive techniques are meaningless before this sword. Vanishing Deep seeks to sever is not the physical body, but the fundamental connection between him and this world. "Interesting."
Hua Jingmeng whispered softly, then raised her hand. A shower of black petals instantly gathered. "Dream Stillness Myriad Phenomena." Boom!
The black sea of flowers instantly engulfed the entire arena, each flower containing Hua Jingmeng's lifelong understanding of the Great Dao. The sea of flowers surged and churned, attempting to devour the colorless sword mark.
But as the passing of time Vanishing Deep near, the thousands of black flowers froze, one, two, millions... The luster slowly faded. They still existed in the world, but could no longer activate any power or influence anything, as if they had been forcibly stripped from the rules of the world.
Hua Jingmeng's eyes changed slightly. "It can actually sever the connection between divine power and the laws of the Great Dao." The next instant, the sword blade of Vanishing Deep fell. There was no booming explosion, no blood splattering, and Hua Jingmeng still stood in the same place, her figure not moving an inch, but everyone noticed the strange change.
Her connection with heaven and earth was gradually dissipating. The surrounding Spiritual Qi energy was actively repelling her, and the void no longer responded to her calls. Even the Fate Soul she released was sluggish in its operation. Chi Mulin sheathed her sword, Vanishing Deep slowly dissipated, re-dividing into two long swords, Left Deep and Right Deep, which disappeared into her palm.
Her face turned deathly pale in an instant, and her body swayed slightly. The backlash from that sword strike had already cracked her Fate Soul, yet she remained standing firm, her gaze fixed on Hua Jingmeng. However, Hua Jingmeng slowly raised his head, looked down at his palm, and then chuckled softly, "Very good, finally showing some promise."
The next instant, an even more terrifying power slowly awakened within her. The connection between heaven and earth that had been dissipating was gradually revived. Chi Mulin's pupils suddenly contracted. She never expected that her strongest sword strike, which she had poured all her strength into, would still fail to completely defeat Hua Jingmeng.
Hua Jingmeng slowly raised his eyes. "Chi Mulin, your sword can indeed sever many things." He shook his head slightly, his tone indifferent, yet containing boundless arrogance. "Unfortunately, you cannot sever my dream." Boom! As soon as he finished speaking, the entire arena was once again shrouded in an endless sea of dark flowers, and the life-or-death battle between the two prodigies was officially underway.
On the arena, the black and white sword intents of Annihilation clashed violently with the Dream Stillness Flower Sea, causing the entire space to tremble and shake. Dozens of defensive light screens around the arena rippled outwards, and thousands of cultivators in the spectator stands involuntarily held their breath.
This was no longer a clash of techniques between ordinary cultivators, but a head-on collision between two unparalleled geniuses, each relying on their innate Dao, on the high platform.
For the first time, all four referees in charge of this competition simultaneously fixed their gazes firmly on the center of the arena.
Nalan Yanqing, dressed in a snow-white long dress, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall, a faint divine light flowing from a glacial blue spiritual mark between her brows, gazed quietly at the two combatants with her clear eyes, and slowly spoke, "Chi Mulin's twin swords are profound, constructing an irreconcilable paradox of existence with 'Entering Stillness' and 'Leaving Stillness,' using the conflict within the target's own Dao foundation to cause its origin to collapse. This sword path has already touched upon the deep mysteries of the Great Dao of Eternal Silence."
Xuanyuan Canglan stood with his hands behind his back, draped in a black-gold battle robe. His body was as imposing as a mountain, his eyes like two blazing suns, and his voice like thunder, resounding in all directions. "Well said. But Hua Jingmeng is even more terrifying. He had never wanted to directly confront Chi Mulin's swordsmanship."
He has been secretly eroding the foundation of his opponent's Dao principles, seeking the moment when the Great Dao is at its weakest. This person's true reliance is not supernatural powers or secret techniques, but his all-seeing battle Dao heart.
Murong Yunche, dressed in a light blue flowing fairy dress, possessed an exquisite beauty. His gaze lingered on Hua Jingmeng for a long time before he nodded slightly. "One wields a sword as his blade, each move aimed at a fatal blow; the other uses his domain as his framework, weaving his own Great Dao net step by step. If the fight continues, the backlash on Chi Mulin's Fate Soul will only become more severe."
Finally, Nangong Xingyun spoke slowly, his long black robe covering him, the cuffs swirling with countless star patterns, making him seem as if he had transformed into a vast starry sky. His voice was calm, yet it penetrated through layers of space, clearly reaching the ears of everyone in the square. "Hua Jingmeng has already taken control of the entire battlefield." "Chi Mulin cannot decide the outcome with a single sword strike, the result of this battle is already predetermined."
In the center of the arena, Hua Jingmeng slowly curved his lips into a smile. He clearly sensed that the Fate Soul within Chi Mulin's body had begun to become chaotic and restless. "Let's end it." "This duel should come to an end." As he finished speaking, he slowly raised his right hand.
Between his palms, a dream flower as black as ink slowly unfolded and bloomed. The moment the flower bloomed, the entire arena fell silent, and all sounds disappeared. The black sea of flowers behind Hua Jingmeng surged wildly, and billions of dream flower petals continued to gather and pile up, condensing into a majestic and magnificent dream Silent Void thousands of feet tall behind him.
"Dream Stillness Divine Power--" "Ten Thousand Dreams Bury the Realm." Rumble-- The enormous phantom slowly extended its palm.
The entire independent world constructed by the dream flowers began to fold and shrink inward, and countless dream flowers drifted down from the void, each petal burning with a dark purple Fate Soul fire.
Where petals fall, space falls into slumber, the laws of heaven and earth become still and stagnant, and even the divine senses of cultivators extending outwards will involuntarily fall into chaos.
These petals do not kill the physical body, but rather continuously erode the cultivator's control over the Great Dao, dragging the living being little by little into the boundless abyss of Dream Stillness.
The countless dream flowers eventually converged and merged into one, transforming into a Dream Stillness sword that spanned the heavens and earth, crashing down with the force to devour all things!
A trickle of blood slowly escaped from the corner of Chi Mulin's mouth. The earlier activation of the Vanishing Deep Sword had already left her Fate Soul riddled with fine cracks, yet she still gripped her twin swords tightly, her eyes showing no sign of retreat. "Stillness Frost Domain— " "Open!"