Chapter 1288: Chapter 127: Siege of An Jing!
However, in the face of an assault that could be described as world-ending—enough to make any ordinary Manifest Saint True Monarch despair—the figure at the center of the sea of light finally took shape.
What kind of existence is this?
Its silhouette resembles a Divine Bird, yet possesses the serpentine grace of a Dragon Snake, its whole body engulfed in everlasting purple-blue divine fla. Each flicker of this fla transforms into another entirely different, yet equally formidable, True Spirit apparition.
Lacking a fixed form, for light itself is its form; lacking a singular appearance, for every myth about the Sun is its appearance.
Indescribable by words, indefinable Heaven and Earth True Spirit… Sun Candle Day!
Facing the six Divine Skills that could rend the sky and cause the other Six Luminaries Ancestor Spirits to fall in an instant, Sun Candle Day rely and slowly raised its eyes.
No anger, nor intent to kill, like the Great Sun traversing the sky, day after day, naturally.
Its gaze swept once around.
In a flash.
Boom!!!
No resistance, no counterattack.
In that brief mont, the entire Suspended Sun Soup Valley, along with the boundless sea of light created by the fallen Sun, underwent an explosive ‘expansion’ outward!
Countless light and heat transford into the most violent light tsunami, sweeping through all incoming Divine Skills with unstoppable force.
The terrain of the valley was completely destroyed; the Sword Light that broke all was assimilated by the light; the axe shadows that opened heaven and earth were lted by the heat; the blood curtain isolating domains was riddled with holes by the illumination; the knife gleam that plundered life was swallowed by a more formidable source of life; the Dharma Seal suppressing all things was crushed by a heavier mass, and the Dragon breath, which eroded ti, seed as if it never existed.
All exquisite techniques lost their aning in the face of absolute power.
Not a ‘manifested’ Ancestor Spirit.
Sun Candle Day exhibited true power belonging to a Manifest Saint True Monarch, even surpassing ordinary Manifest Saints. It is a strand of light directly parsed from the Ancestor Dragon Scale, so every pulsation and attack seed to reflect the very essence of the Zhaolin Realm, simple and pure.
It cannot be diminished, obstructed, isolated, seized, suppressed, or destroyed—all attacks aid at Ancestor Spirits are utterly aningless against Sun Candle Day!
“Interesting! This is a true manifestation, a real battle!”
At this mont, Yue Qingge instead felt his blood boiling, and could not help reminiscing about the past, that ti he fought the Great Heavenly Demon… No matter what exquisite Sword Technique he used, or how mighty a power he exerted, it was all in vain.
Ti after ti, he was blasted into the endless tears of Youli Sea and neared death several tis, only surviving due to the Sword Intent protections gifted by his elders.
Yet it was in this true battle of life and death that he completely mastered the sword in his hand, fully comprehended the Will in his heart.
Obtaining… his own Immortal Industry!
Yue Qingge operated the ‘Way of Laws’, and in his eyes, Sun Candle Day was not as flawless as it appeared.
On the contrary, although the joint attack of six was easily neutralized, this also exposed its most basic essence, its inherent weaknesses!
It is the Sun; its existence is absolutely brilliant and radiant, even when clouds obscure it, the effect is on the people, not the Sun itself, thus Sun Candle Day cannot be worn down, seized, suppressed, or obstructed.
However, the Sun does set!
“Chrono-Light Law! Its core lies in the cycle of ti!”
“As long as you can utilize the Chrono-Light Law, whether by reversing its state to return to the Ancestor Dragon Scale or accelerating its process to make it descend, set, it can be defeated!”
Within two short strikes, Yue Qingge had discerned that Sun Candle Day is essentially a chanism creature. He laughed heartily, ready to relay his discovery telepathically to other Heaven’s Chosen.
But suddenly.
The Sword Light Yue Qingge was about to unleash once more froze in mid-air.
Mo Kongche’s sword axe, capable of opening the void and eradicating all skill, also ceased its glow abruptly.
Cang Anqi, Lian Bai Zheng, Yong Zhizhen… everyone’s attacks, everyone’s Will, at that mont, seed to be gripped by an invisible hand, coming to a halt.
Even including Sun Candle Day, who planned to soar into the sky, transforming into a Divine Bird, its myriad rays of light around it suddenly stagnated.
It wasn’t that they wanted to stop.
Rather…
Because the wave surged forward.
Because the mountain pressed downward.
Because the sky tilted downward.
Because…
One person’s arrival.
Soone appeared on the horizon.
The figure ca from afar, walking at a steady pace, neither hurried nor slow.
Clad in deep, crimson armor seemingly forged from Dragon scales and red iron, with a high ponytail blowing freely in the scorching wind.
Bearing no earth-shattering grandeur, yet his arrival made the battle-scarred chaotic battlefield sink into a peculiar silence.
Everything fell [silent].
The divine light of Sun Candle Day, capable of incinerating all things and forcing other sect’s Divine Treasure True n who had co from afar to watch the battle to retreat ten miles, when approaching this figure within a thousand feet, parted quietly like gentle water, even…
Extinguished.
Everyone’s gaze, whether wary, puzzled, reverent, admiring, or intensely nervous, at this mont, converged on him.
No one dared to underestimate.
For the arriving one, is An Jing.
The one who, by his own strength, defeated the Divine Envoys of Heavenly Will Divine Sect, defeated the joint attack of Taiming Sect’s True Transmission and True Person formation, directly facing the divine power of Heavenly Venerate in the Nirvana War…
The one who, after entering Zhaolin Realm, single-handedly slew two Seven Luminaries Ancestor Spirits, counterattacking Manifest Saint…
Heavenly Mandate!
From Martial ridian to Divine Repository, his journey produced battle achievents more than many present combined.
After a brief silence, a subtle transformation occurred.
Yue Qingge instinctively licked his lips, as if the taste he wished to savor suddenly lost its flavor.
And the edge of his Blood Sea Peace Sword subtly shifted, the Sword Intent originally aid at Sun Candle Day slowly, steadfastly, moved towards An Jing.
Mo Kongche, Cang Anqi, Lian Bai Zheng, Yong Zhizhen… and the Dragon shadow suddenly opening its eyes from afar.
Everyone’s energy focused, converging in harmony.
They temporarily set aside the Sun Candle Day, which also inexplicably ceased its actions, unanimously directed their gaze and martial intent at the newly arrived figure.
At this mont, the fragile alliance was instantly reforged, but with a completely different target.
Compared to the Sunshine Ancestor Spirit… indeed, this guy is the strongest!
Even Sun Candle Day itself also locked its eyes onto An Jing at this mont.
Five of the Heavenly Ancestor Heaven’s Chosen, one from another world, one Manifested Saint Ancestor Spirit.
Seven terrifying Wills, capable of overwhelming ordinary sects, at that mont, all pressed onto An Jing.
And An Jing rely lifted his gaze, lightly sweeping around.
“I see, so everyone’s warming up, huh.”
He seed unaffected by the imnse pressure capable of crushing the Divine Mountain or freezing ti, casually flexed his fist, even smiling as he spoke: “I said, how co you were fighting before I arrived, wasting strength pointlessly.”
“Don’t you want to win?”
An Jing raised his right hand, gesturing casually at all present—whether they be human, dragon, or deity—calmly spoke: “But now everything’s fine.”
“I’m here now, you can start; this montum is good, just all co at at once.”
“Spare the trouble of putting you down one by one, too troubleso.”
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