The heavens and the earth seed to be shivering.
The Giant God summoned by Cang Qi’an slowly lifted its head.
The Dragon-Horned Human, towering over a thousand feet, its dual horns pierced the Heavenly Do, and crimson-gold patterns flowed like molten lava on its somber Scale Armor.
Each breath of the Giant God was like a tidal wave, and even as it breathed, the abundant Life Force revitalized the ground cracked by the fierce battle, only to be crushed into powder once again by its oppressive presence in the next mont.
This was a Divine Demon walking the World, ford purely from condensed life.
"Oh?"
However, in the face of this terrifying creation that could be seen as the materialization of Creation’s Great Divine Power, An Jing rely raised an eyebrow slightly.
He sensed sothing was amiss.
It wasn’t because of the other’s strength... which was still alright, roughly the sa as the True Lord form of Kunyu Divine Deer before, only slightly stronger in pure strength.
However, since it wasn’t natively from the Zhaolin Realm, its connection to the Realm’s Law was weaker instead. An Jing mused that having broken through once again, it wouldn’t take long to shatter it once he pinpointed the flow of its power.
—Oh, wait, he found the weak spot. That might an he could kill it in one move.
What made An Jing uneasy was the eyes of Cang Qi’an that opened before him.
Those were golden eyes that seed sowhat familiar to him...
Furthermore...
This Blood Demon Dragon Person, why did it seem sowhat resembling the Blood Demon?
"Seriously?" An Jing was sowhat puzzled in his heart: "A Demon Dao undercover within the Heavenly Ancestor Sect would just reveal their identity like this?"
He couldn’t understand. Why would Cang Qi’an do such a thing? Wasn’t he a person of the Heavenly Mother Palace? Wasn’t the Heavenly Mother Palace and the Blood Sea Demon Sect mortal enemies?
"Still, it makes sense, for the Heavenly Mother Palace, perhaps the Blood Sea Demon Sect is simply an defeated subjugate, so there might instead be so unusual relationships..."
No matter.
All these fragnted, true and false entanglents only concern the weak.
An Jing lifted his gaze, crimson like blood.
—As long as he crushed them all, the truth would naturally surface.
Such thoughts flew by in an instant, and to the people watching the battle from afar, it only appeared that An Jing, facing that world-destroying Giant God, rely raised an eyebrow in slight surprise.
anwhile, on another side, Yong Zhizhen of the Longevity Sect ford a seal with both hands, chanting words.
Instantly, warm and jade-like yet containing the intent of eternal continuity, azure Divine Light scattered from his palms, precisely enveloping the fallen Lian Baizheng, Mo Kongche, and Yue Qingge.
[True Spirit Undying Seal]
In that mont, incomparable Life Force surged into their battered bodies, with injuries healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"What are you hesitating for!" Yong Zhizhen shouted resolutely, a decisive tone brooking no argunt: "Quick, activate the true trump card!"
In an instant, all three empowered by the Undying Seal shuddered.
As one of the renowned Divine Skills of the Longevity Sect, the Undying Seal allows the user to distribute their own Life Force evenly, healing the injuries of severely wounded comrades, and in this process, the True Spirit Undying Seal would forcibly awaken the most important mory in the bestowed person’s mind, calling forth their True Heart, reminding them why they fought, the motivational source within their heart, the fundantal reason stemming from their true spirit and heart, for wanting to exist in this World.
Then, they would unleash a divine power beyond imagination, far surpassing normal capabilities!
Simply put, it was a forced recovery scene!
In that instant, everyone recalled their pasts.
Mo Kongche rembered his own death.
He was a man who had already died. During the Demon Calamity that swept through his hotown, he was pierced through the chest by the Heavenly Demon’s claws to protect the won and children behind him.
Yet in the deathly darkness, he heard the gentle yet majestic voice of the sect Heavenly Lord.
[Child, your heart’s light should not end here]
A pure and unstained [Pure Light Seed] was implanted into his dissipating spirit, pulling him back from the abyss of death, and he was no longer rely Mo Kongche, but the continuation of that light.
This was the thod by which the ’Jingming Sect’ selected its core True Transmission—every Jingming Sect expert of True Lord or higher realm, whether fallen in battle or dying of old age, would leave behind a Pure Light Seed, as the spark of legacy.
This spark would automatically filter the person most akin to carrying its legacy, rging with them, acting as a systematic guide, directing the chosen Pure Light Envoy to continue the fight, moving forward.
At this mont, the Pure Light Seed burned fiercely, and Mo Kongche firmly believed that An Jing was absolutely not a collaborator of the Heavenly Demon and Blood Sea Demon Sect, it was rely due to being exploited by Da Chen, but he would also never allow An Jing to be forced down a wrong path due to sinister plots!
"An Jing, I’ve co to save you!"
[Purity Abyss Light]
Lian Baizheng, anwhile, recalled his own two births, rembering a warm and verdant Divine Wood Cave Heaven.
He was, in essence, a premature stillborn, saved by the sect that placed him inside the Divine Wood fruit to absorb its power, enabling him to survive, and underwent two and a half years of nurturing to be born with difficulty.
Lian Baizheng loved everything about the sect, believed the Refining True Path was a ans to explore a safer future, thus research the perilous Immortal Fall Path. However, the shortsightedness and selfishness of the Shangxuan Sect ruined everything, he must obtain the Ancestor Dragon Scale, he must save the sect that regarded him as a son, save the entire South Desolate Hong State!
A blood-hued intangible Divine Wood apparition ascended skyward from behind him.
[Refining True Essence]
anwhile, Yue Qingge had nothing particular to reminisce about.
He was simply a highly talented and powerful person, having never tasted defeat on his journey, typically defeating foes, typically growing.
His path of Sword Dao was extrely pure, just like him, and the entire Sword Court. Yet in this mont, his Martial Artist’s instincts, his long-joined Spiritual Perception with the sword, were sending an unprecedented alert.
The An Jing before him was the most unconquerable [Heavenly Rift], a [Great Calamity] he had faced in this lifeti.
Defeat, however, wasn’t concerning; he almost longed for a loss, craved for an instance of going all out, struggling tirelessly yet ultimately powerless, only able to accept it calmly, reshaping himself into a sharper sword in defeat.
But if... if he could win!
—If here, in this battle, he could defeat An Jing! Then in the future, nothing in this world would stand in the way of his sword!
At this mont, all the billions of Sword Light around Yue Qingge, were perfectly gathered in the sword in his hand.
[Heaven Severing Sword Intent]
The three Heavens’ Chosen, at the sa mont, entirely unleashed the trump cards bestowed upon them by their masters and elders!
Three completely different, yet equally terrifyingly extre auras intertwined with the presence of the thousand-foot-tall Flesh and Blood Dragon God, all locked distantly onto An Jing.
anwhile, Yong Zhizhen’s complexion also turned pale—though the Life Force of the Longevity Sect far surpassed that of other sa-level Heavenly Sect True Transmissions, restoring the power of three top-tier True Transmissions in one breath was still sowhat over-the-limit.
As for why he chose to do this, it was completely because prior to the battle’s comncent, he had heard a distant transmission from the ancestor.
[Delay An Jing]
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