Battle 3
Above the clouds, the impact of each Law Technique spread over a radius of a hundred miles.
Xuanguang held his natal flying sword, Traceless, in one hand and stroked his pale beard with the other, laughing loudly. What a celestial being descended to earth!
Bai Mei's expression was solemn, and a pink silk ribbon surrounded her.
"The spring breeze leaves Traceless, the sword Traceless, and even the sword light Traceless. What a Traceless Sword!"
"Not only does the sword Traceless, but so Traceless the killing." Xuanguang sneered, "Witch, I have nurtured my sword for three hundred years, cultivating a divine sword technique. Today, I will test my sword on you!"
Xuanguang wielded the Traceless sword and slashed across the sky. There was no sword light, nor any trace, but the world was filled with a breathtaking aura that chilled people to the bone.
Bai Mei's expression changed drastically. Without thinking, she immediately summoned a scroll. The scroll unfolded, depicting mountains and rivers, and auspicious dragons and phoenixes.
A terrifying suction force emanated from the scroll, which, though only a few meters in size, seemed capable of devouring everything.
Suddenly, a corner of the scroll cracked open, a small piece of the canvas burned and dissipated, and the dragons and phoenixes in the painting had their heads cut off, the mountains and rivers collapsed, and blood stained the earth.
Bai Mei reluctantly took the scroll back; it was already half ruined and probably beyond repair.
"One sword strike and you lose a Law Treasure. Fine sword, mighty sword, but laughable."
Hahaha~
Cang Xuan stroked his beard and laughed heartily, his expression carefree and unrestrained.
Bai Mei gritted her teeth and said, "Old man, what are you so arrogant about!"
With a wave of her hand, Bai Mei summoned an ancient zither, which floated in the air. She lightly plucked the strings, and waves of sound transformed into terrifying Sword Qi that hurtled towards Xuanguang.
"I never expected that the Long Wind Zither, the secret treasure of the Sound Sect that appeared three hundred years ago, would be seized by your Hehuan Sect. It's quite surprising. I thought it was in the hands of the Evergreen Sect."
Xuanguang chuckled lightly, raising and swinging his sword with an air of nonchalance. The invisible sword light blocked all the Sword Qi energy, and his relaxed and casual demeanor truly exuded the air of a master.
Bai Mei played faster and faster, her two fingers leaving afterimages. Though fast, they were beautiful, like dancing sprites.
Sonic Sword Qi ripped through the sky, carrying a vast and untamed aura, as if they had swept from ancient times to the present.
Gradually, a male phantom appeared behind Bai Mei, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding an elegant and domineering aura.
This person was none other than Shen Lin, the Sound Sect leader of the Sound Sect ten thousand years ago. His mastery of sound was unparalleled in the Southern Barbarian Lands, and no one could compare to him in the slightest.
The illusory figure raised its hand and plucked Long Wind Zither to resonate. A figure wielding a long sword, carrying a surge of Sword Intent, charged towards Xuanguang.
"Is this the method of the former sect leader of the Sound Sect? What excellent music and Sword Intent! The mastery of both music and sword is unparalleled. No wonder he was able to dominate the Southern Wilderness back then, with no one able to rival him." Xuanguang exclaimed in admiration before sheathing his Traceless Sword and taking out a bronze mirror. The mirror was very ancient and carried a Savage Wilderness aura, but its surface did not seem to contain any Daoist treasures or light. It was just an ordinary mirror from a long time ago.
"Sect Master of the Sound Sect, this is the Heaven and Earth Realm, left behind by the founding ancestor of my Spirit Moon Sect. It is a mid-grade Spirit Artifact. Today, I am using it to deal with a wisp of your mark, which is not an insult to you."
(Spirit Artifact is formed from the natal magic Law Treasure of a cultivator at the Spirit Severing Realm or above. As for its grade, it depends on the materials used. Spirit Artifact are consumable magic Law Treasure, which can only be used a maximum of ten times and possess two-thirds of their former owner's strength.)
Having said that, Xuanguang raised his hand and slapped the mirror surface. A beam of precious light shot out, with Dao essence flowing on it, drawing the power of heaven and earth to converge on him.
Mo Qingyu stopped her attack and turned to look at the beam of light. Her brows furrowed slightly. This light could kill her, which made her instinctively uncomfortable. She wanted to hide and get away from this place.
The others also stopped what they were doing and unconsciously moved a little further away, all sensing the deathly aura emanating from that precious light.
"I didn't expect Master to bring the Heaven and Earth Realm along. It seems this battle will be over soon." Ziyang chuckled, his gaze towards his opponent gradually becoming more arrogant, as if he had already secured victory.
At the summit of the mountains below, the Golden Core cultivators who were locked in a fierce battle all trembled. The immense pressure emanating from the sky made them tremble with fear, and for a moment they forgot about the fight.
Su Liuyue looked up at the sky, her face showing little fear, but rather a calm demeanor. She held half of the remains of Early Golden Core Stage in her hand, and with a slight flick of her wrist, she shattered it into a bloody mist.
Less than ten thousand miles from the battlefield, the Zi Nü's expression changed slightly, and as she looked towards the direction of Heavenly Heart Ravine, her expression gradually became solemn.
This power is definitely that of Spirit Treasure, and of a high grade at that, but for some reason, she has a sense of familiarity with it, as if she has felt it somewhere before.
"This is... the Heaven and Earth Realm?" Zi Nü murmured uncertainly, but that one sentence made her expression even more grave.
At this moment, facing this precious light carrying the power of heaven and earth, Bai Mei was somewhat afraid, but she did not dodge.
"Old man, our Hehuan Sect history of 30,000 years. Do you think you're the only ones who possess Spirit Artifact?!"
With a wave of her hand, Bai Mei sent out a beam of white light that turned into a fan. The front of the fan was embroidered with a picture of a beautiful woman emerging from a bath, while the back depicted a beautiful woman admiring flowers. Both images were of the same woman, so exquisitely beautiful that she seemed otherworldly.
With a gentle wave of the fan, a pink gale instantly swept across the world, countless gusts of wind cutting through space and blowing towards the precious light.
The figure emitted by the Long Wind Zither wielded a sword and slashed at the precious light. Rolling Sword Intent converged at a single point, and the dazzling sword light seemed to cleave space itself.
The longsword clashed with the precious light, but after a brief struggle, it was shattered by the light. What followed was a pink gale, and countless gusts of wind converged into a single point, colliding and dissolving with it.
However, it was ultimately a low-grade Spirit Artifact, its quality was a bit lacking, and the gale gradually became unable to withstand it, while the precious light was slowly advancing.
Bai Mei's expression changed, and in a flash, she disappeared from the spot carrying the Long Wind Zither, shouting at the same time, "Retreat!"
The expressions of the two Nascent Soul Realm elders of the Hehuan Sect changed slightly, and a hint of resentment flashed across their faces before they disappeared from the spot in a flash.
The beam of light landed on a mountain peak below, its terrifying power instantly turning half the mountaintop into dust, sending up clouds of smoke.
Fortunately, there was no one around, otherwise Yu Bo alone would have been enough to cause trouble for those ordinary people.
Ziyang and Mo Qingyu took a step forward, ready to give chase, when they heard Xuanguang say, "Don't pursue a desperate enemy. Just keep an eye on the three of them, especially Bai Mei."
"Our Spirit Moon Sect is weak and can't be of much help in this war between good and evil. We just need to hold off the Hehuan Sect to prevent them from causing trouble."
"Master, the Blood Devil Grotto is powerful, with many Nascent Soul in our sect. I'm worried that the Evergreen Sect and Yellow Maple Valley won't be able to hold out. If we don't quickly send reinforcements, the situation will be unpredictable," Ziyang said anxiously.
"I know, but even if I let you chase after them, are you confident you can kill them?"
"Don't forget, the overall strength of the Hehuan Sect is several levels stronger than that of our Spirit Moon Sect. Ziyang, you are now the leader of a sect. Sometimes you should handle things calmly."