Cang Wuji Unleashed His Power, a True God of War!

Bi Luo's aura suddenly changed, and in an instant, the heavens and earth changed color.

Within a radius of tens of millions of miles, all the Spirit Vein of the Spirit Marsh Plains hummed simultaneously, and the Life Dao essence deep underground seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand, frantically converging into Bi Luo's body.

The marsh dried up, the spiritual lotus withered, and the ancient trees in the dense forest turned to rottenness in the blink of an eye, even their roots were stripped away into grayish-white shells.

All life in the world has been stripped away.

Shi Jian's expression suddenly darkened. He could clearly sense that Bi Luo's aura was rising at an incredible speed.

He's at the peak of the Late Spirit Transformation, Three-Foundation Perfection, and he's still climbing higher!

"It's a grand formation..."

Shi Jian's pupils contracted, clearly he had seen through the situation; but it was all too late.

Below the Bi Luo, in the marshland, a gigantic array covering millions of miles had appeared, its dark green lines like the veins of the earth, drawing all the life force and spiritual Spiritual Qi from the entire Spirit Marsh Plains and pouring it into one person.

The Spirit Race has been operating here for two hundred years, and the contingency plans they've left behind are indeed more than just hiding a Nascent Spirit Transformation...

This grand formation, it seems, is the real trump card.

The aura of the Bi Luo has broken through the limit of the three foundations and is comparable to the four foundations!

The power of the Perfected Spirit Transformation exploded out with a deafening roar!

A burst of emerald light shot into the sky, dyeing half the heavens a dazzling azure; the vine-like patterns on Bi Luo's body swelled up, and the surface of his skin resembled cracked earth, with emerald green and dark purple light seeping out from the cracks.

The pupils of his eyes were no longer visible; only two bright green flames danced in his eye sockets.

Below the Fate-Wielding Dao Fruit, the illusory image of the fourth Immortal Foundation appeared behind him; although it was forcibly elevated by a grand formation, it was not a true breakthrough.

But that aura of power was truly that of a Nascent Perfected Spirit Transformation of their cultivation!

Shi Jian had no time to think further. Just as he was about to retreat, Bi Luo had already moved.

The speed was so fast that he had almost no chance to react.

Bi Luo struck out with his palm, and the emerald light solidified into a tangible form, distorting and deforming the void within a radius of ten thousand miles.

Within the Fate Dao essence of life and death, life and death coexist; one half is a colossal wall of wildly growing vines, and the other half is a dark purple poisonous tide that corrodes all things, the two intertwined and crushing in.

Shi Jian activated his three Immortal Foundation simultaneously, raising his Lightning-Manifested Arm in front of him, the purple-gold lightning arcs condensing into a series of azure lightning barriers.

Boom--!!

In an instant, the barrier shattered.

Shi Jian's entire right side exploded under that palm strike; his Lightning-Manifested Arm broke off from his shoulder, and fragments of bluish-purple lightning arcs scattered everywhere.

Ribs flared outwards, flesh mangled, half of his body almost shattered, and emerald green putrefactive energy rampantly eroded along the wound.

Shi Jian grunted and flew hundreds of miles away, smashing through two withered spirit lotus islands in succession.

In the next instant, Shi Jian plowed a furrow hundreds of miles long in the marsh.

Blood stained half the surface of the water.

Shi Jian vomited out large clumps of internal organ fragments; he clutched his broken right shoulder tightly with one hand, desperately circulating the Purple Pivot Lightning Dao Rhyme in an attempt to suppress the putrid aura spreading from the wound.

The Fate Dao at the Perfected Spirit Transformation stage is not something he can easily diminish.

The Spirit Transformation Realm is the realm with the greatest gap between different levels.

These are the Three Foundations and Four Foundations, the three minor realms after the initial stage of the Spirit Transformation; although there are differences, they are not drastically different.

However, once one enters the Four Foundations and Perfected Spirit Transformation stage...

The gap will widen infinitely; a Perfected Spirit Transformation at the peak of their Nascent Soul stage can easily kill a Nascent Late Spirit Transformation.

The corrosion continued to spread. The bones in the chest cavity made a cracking sound as the Life Dao poison seeped into the internal organs, gnawing at them like thousands of maggots, and spiritual energy was being lost at an alarming rate.

But Bi Luo didn't give him any time to catch his breath.

With a flash of emerald green, Bi Luo was already above Shi Jian's head, looking down at him, and once again condensed that ball of light, intertwined with life and death, in his palm.

"A mere beast at the Middle Spirit Transformation realm dares to be my enemy?"

Bi Luo's voice was icy cold as he slammed down with his second palm.

Shi Jian gritted his teeth and Hand Seals, unleashing a surge of Space Dao energy from his Xu Yan Ring. This energy forcefully tore open a spatial rift in front of him, attempting to deflect the trajectory of the attack.

Under the power of Perfected Spirit Transformation cultivator, spatial rifts appear as thin as paper.

Bi Luo's palm pierced through the crack, the wind from the palm striking Shi Jian's head; at the critical moment, a pale white axe light slashed from the side.

The axe light stretched for thousands of miles, Barbarian Bone Dao aura crushed down like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down, aiming straight for Bi Luo's waist.

Seeing that the attack was unstoppable, Bi Luo had no choice but to withdraw her palm and defend. A green light barrier quickly formed, barely blocking the axe light.

However, the Barbarian Bone Dao essence contained within the axe's light is specifically designed to counter the Life Dao.

The light barrier shattered, and Bi Luo was actually blasted back thousands of miles by this axe blow!

When Shi Jian looked up, he saw Cang Wuji's figure in the blurry afterimages before his eyes.

No, it's not just a silhouette.

Cang Wuji from before; the smile on his usually playful old face had completely vanished.

There was no hint of mockery in the pale bear's eyes, only a chilling, intense killing intent.

The massive, pale bear, with its body spanning thirty thousand feet, no longer displayed its Barbarian Bone Dao aura outwardly, but instead continuously and inwardly converged to its ultimate state.

The Bone-Splitting Axe lay horizontally in front of him, each of the Barbarian Bone patterns on the blade pulsating slightly, as if it had come alive.

Late Spirit Transformation, with the Three-Foundation Perfection.

With this Dao of the Physical Body as Dao Artifact, combined with the power of Dao of Strength, the two paths are interdependent, making its combat power far surpass that of an ordinary Nascent Spirit Transformation!

At this moment, Cang Wuji became serious.

Shi Jian had broken through to the Spirit Transformation two hundred years ago, and this was the first time he had seen Cang Wuji display such a domineering expression.

Previously, when fighting that Late Spirit Transformation Nascent Spirit Race cultivator from the Spirit Clan, Cang Wuji had been completely at ease, and even had the leisure to pay attention to the battle situation on all sides.

But right now, Bi Luo has drawn upon the life force of heaven and earth, using the great formation to reach the Perfected Spirit Transformation; the battle situation has suddenly changed, and if he doesn't take it seriously, Shi Jian will perish here.

"Kid, hang in there."

"Let me kill that old scoundrel first, then I'll come and help you."

Cang Wuji snorted coldly, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

The next instant, a deafening scream echoed from the north of Marsh Plains.

The Spirit Race Late Spirit Transformation who had just been locked in combat with Cang Wuji, a late-stage Spirit Race cultivator, now hung in mid-air, his face completely disfigured.

No, saying "suspended" is no longer accurate; his body, from the top of his head to his crotch, was cleaved in two by the Bone-Splitting Axe.

Two mangled pieces fell to the left and right, their emerald green blood cascading down like a waterfall.

The Life Dao force desperately tried to repair itself, and vines grew wildly from the broken ends, attempting to glue the two halves of the body back together.

The Barbarian Bone Dao aura suffocated all life force; the cuts from the axe blade were charred black, and all the newly sprouted vines withered and died as soon as they emerged.

The Late Spirit Transformation from the Spirit Race wasn't quite dead yet; his emerald eyes were filled with disbelief.

Just now, Cang Wuji and he were locked in a fierce battle, and although he was at a disadvantage, he was by no means in such a sorry state.

But at the very moment Bi Luo suddenly attacked, Cang Wuji changed.

No more testing the waters, no more holding back, no more joking around.

An axe.

With just one axe stroke.

The Daoist essence of the Barbarian Bone Dao condensed into the axe blade, and the full power of the Dao, Three-Foundation Perfection, was poured into a single strike, cleaving from the crown of the head to the tailbone, splitting it in two.

The light in the eyes of the late-stage Nascent Spirit Race Late Spirit Transformation dimmed rapidly, and his two halves of body fell into the marsh, stirring up a towering column of water.

Cang Wuji sheathed his axe without giving it another glance.

The giant bear's body transformed into a pale streak of light, traveling thousands of miles in an instant, heading straight for the Bi Luo.

Just as Bi Luo came to his senses and was chasing Shi Jian, murderous intent suddenly appeared from behind; he whirled around, unleashing the full power of his Fate Dao energy...

It's too late.

Cang Wuji's Bone-Splitting Axe has arrived!

This axe swept across Bi Luo's waist and ribs from his side and rear.

Bi Luo desperately conjured a vine armor to protect herself, but despite the great formation's enhanced cultivation, her reaction was unnaturally slow.

After all, it's not a true breakthrough; the harmony between Daoist principles and the physical body is far less seamless than a natural, effortless integration.

Axe blade pierces armor!

The Barbarian Bone Dao technique tore open Bi Luo's left ribs, the axe blade penetrating more than a foot into his body, revealing the white bone; emerald green blood gushed out, Bi Luo let out a muffled groan, and his face suddenly turned deathly pale.

He swung his palm towards Cang Wuji, unleashing a Fate Dao strike imbued with Daoist energy and the power of decay.

Cang Wuji neither dodged nor evaded, but took the blow head-on with his left arm. His pale skin instantly rotted and turned black, revealing the white bones beneath.

But he didn't care at all. With a twist of his Bone-Splitting Axe, he shredded several ribs in Bi Luo's body Barbarian Bone Dao Aura rushed into Bi Luo's meridians like a venomous snake, frantically destroying the flesh and blood in her body.

Bi Luo let out a miserable cry, and the emerald green light of the great array around her flickered violently, causing the phantom of the fourth Immortal Foundation to sway precariously.

He struggled to break free with all his might, and his figure retreated thousands of miles in a flash.

A flicker of fear flashed across his emerald eyes!

The wounds on his waist and ribs were shocking; the Daoist essence of the Barbarian Bone Dao had penetrated deep into his marrow, greatly suppressing the speed of his Life Dao repair.

Even more critically, the Perfected Spirit Transformation, which the grand formation maintained by overdrawing on the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, is declining at an extremely rapid pace; the vitality of the Spirit Marsh Plains has been largely drained, and the grand formation is running out of steam.

The color drained from Bi Luo's face, and the aura of a Perfected Spirit Transformation peeled away like the receding tide.

The four illusory images shattered, and the aura returned to the Three-Foundation Perfection.

Cang Wuji stood in mid-air, the Bone-Splitting Axe held horizontally on his shoulder. The white bone was exposed at the charred wound on his left arm, but his expression remained as calm as iron, and the killing intent in his vertical pupils did not diminish in the slightest.

"Is this all the methods the Spirit Race has?"

Bi Luo didn't answer. He looked down at the deep, bone-revealing wound on his ribs, then glanced at Shi Jian in the distance, whose body had been half-blasted apart...

Although the Lightning Bear was horribly injured, the purple-gold lightning arcs were still pulsating on its body, and although its breath was weak, it had not stopped, so it was clear that it was not dead yet.

Further away, the Late Spirit Transformation Nascent Spirit Race cultivator of the Spirit Race, who had been cleaved in two by Cang Wuji's axe, had completely perished.

Two halves of a body floated in the marsh, their emerald blood staining the water black.

Bi Luo took a deep breath, quickly suppressing the fear in her green eyes, which was replaced by a resolute look.

He raised his hand, and another jade talisman appeared in his palm.

A cold glint flashed in Cang Wuji's eyes as he Bone-Splitting Axe high.

Before it could even land, the jade talisman was already affixed to Bi Luo's chest.

In the next instant, he transformed into a streak of emerald light, rapidly disappearing into the depths of the Marsh Plains. His speed was so great that even Cang Wuji couldn't catch up immediately...

Cang Wuji chased for tens of thousands of miles, but stopped after Bi Luo disappeared into an underwater river.

Within that dark river, the remnants of the grand formation still lingered, the space twisted and intertwined, and forcibly entering would only make one more vulnerable to ambush.

Cang Wuji snorted coldly, sheathed his axe, and turned around.

Shi Jian knelt on the water, his left hand pressing against his broken right shoulder. The power of decay had been barely suppressed by the Purple Pivot Lightning, but the injury that nearly shattered half of his body would be difficult to heal in a short time.

Cang Wuji landed in front of him, glanced at his miserable state, and the previous deep and cold killing intent subsided somewhat.

Instead, that familiar grinning face appeared once again.

"Oh, you're still alive?"

Shi Jian coughed up blood, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Almost."

Cang Wuji squatted down, pressing his pale giant claws onto Shi Jian's shoulder. A powerful, savage Barbarian Bone Dao aura poured in, gradually expelling the corrupting energy.

"Fortunately, our ancestor attained the Dao through the Dao of the Physical Body and Barbarian Bone Dao Fruit of the Daoist barbarian; we, his descendants, are also benefiting from his grace."

"Otherwise, any Middle Spirit Transformation would have been instantly killed by this kind of injury. You're just lucky."