Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The entire space was shattered into countless fragnts, following the twisting of the spatial crystal.
The formidable saber intent fragnted into millions of phantoms. Ultimately, Ding Ning’s saber intent failed to pierce through this realm.
After enduring nurous twists and distortions of space, his saber intent gradually dissipated.
Boom!
“Senior Ding Ning!” Qin Yu’s expression tightened.
A spatial crystal mark appeared on Ding Ning’s chest. Before Qin Yu could react, the mark erupted.
The ground beneath his feet cracked into pieces, and the area he stood in was struck by an unparalleled force, turning the ground into an abyss.
A wave of energy slamd directly into Qin Yu’s chest, sending her body flying.
The violent energy between heaven and earth was impossible to resist.
Attempting to confront the Way of Heaven and Earth with re physical saber intent was underestimating the power of the Burial Heaven Cave’s realm.
Upon witnessing this scene, the surrounding group of God Slayers also exchanged glances.
This could be considered a pinnacle clash within the Saint Kingdom. Despite the extre danger, many spectators were still drawn to this elite confrontation.
The three Powers of the Ancients, ghost fog, aurora, and crystal all erupted.
In the twisted space, the imnsely powerful top-notch martial artists were reduced to nothing but blood mist.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As Ding Ning’s body continued to sink, he clutched his heavy saber.
By now, half of his skin had been corroded by the terrifying power, revealing his exposed skeleton.
How could a mortal body withstand the power of heaven and earth?
“It seems an extraordinary human race has erged here. This power intends to annihilate all living beings within.”
Above the Burial Heaven Cave, it seed as though a top-notch cultivator was breathing.
The aura of Ancients Power continued to accumulate, while the Burial Heaven Cave’s breath grew deeper.
Layers of ghost fog piled up, intertwined with auroras and crystal powers.
As the three Powers of Ancients rged, a force that surpassed the Saint Supre faintly erged.
Even those far away, like the Immortal Crane and his companions, felt as though they had plunged into hell upon sensing the internal qi.
It was a colossal entity capable of slaying all in its path with a re thought.
Above the layers of Power of the Ancients, a magnetic storm ensued.
In an instant, it fused with the Power of the Ancients. From a distance, it appeared as though two skies had lded together.
The sensation was peculiar as if the Path of Heaven beyond the Burial Heaven Cave was bolstering its strength.
“How is this possible? The Path of Heaven is empowering the Burial Heaven Cave. The two monarch-level blood relatives of Heaven’s End Hou perished under the will of the Path of Heaven. How could these two factions possibly cooperate like this?”
Even the divine beast black tortoise found it hard to believe.
“Or perhaps it can only be said that within this Burial Heaven Cave, there has appeared a living being that both sides fear. Everything happening now aims to completely wipe him out, including the cooperation between these two factions.”
Immortal Crane looked at the area through the square space ford by its two palms.
The heavenly secrets were completely severed, and even he was unable to deduce anything.
Right now, he could only rely on his instincts to sense extre danger, which was why he didn’t enter.
“There are too many variables.”
After a long ti, the Immortal Crane’s gaze moved away from the Burial Heaven Cave.
“What kind of person could cause such a terrifying change, even prompting ancient gods who have long since fallen to react in this way? Even the Path of Heaven itself is pushing and fueling this. Is the Human Race truly so fearso? That even the Path of Heaven must arrange itself accordingly?”
Vermilion Bird still couldn’t fathom it, whether looking at it from the mortal realm or the Saint World.
“No one can restore the history and civilizations that have been severed. The truth has already vanished into the dust of ti. This scene may seem absurd, but isn’t it also sowhat reasonable?”
Immortal Crane spoke again about the events unfolding in the Burial Heaven Cave.
This was the only ti he dared not to intervene completely. Many forces were at play here.
However, it was still unclear who would ultimately benefit.
“Moreover, an era is about to end, so it will undoubtedly display all the splendor of the past. However, the manifestation of this power may only be the last epheral bloom, or perhaps the final brilliant fireworks.”
Immortal Crane smiled.
“Let remind you all, no matter when, never underestimate the human race. This race is filled with possibilities, which is why they dared to make such a crazy move back then. Although it was an act of overconfidence in hindsight, even leading to the end of the human race’s supre era, no other race could match their determination.”
The people around fell silent. They were courageous.
Such courage was indeed unimaginable, but their cost might well be the entire human race.
Was this gamble truly worth it? Even mbers of the demon race pondered.
When the power struck again, Ding Ning’s body shattered once more.
His saber intent could no longer slash amidst such power. His consciousness even montarily blurred.
Ding Ning tightly gripped the hilt of his sword.
He felt the power pressing down on him like a mountain, making it impossible for him to lift his head.
This heavy iron saber was the only one his father had forged for him from scrap iron.
This sword accompanied him from a small mountain village into the martial world, eventually leading him to his current position through martial prowess.
“Xiao Ning, do you like swords?”
“I do.”
“Why?”
“Because swords are so cool. They wield power in the martial world and against the heavens. Moreover, I just really like them.”
Ding Ning pointed to the saber his father had crafted for him.
The saber was rough, with many impurities still visible.
However, engraved on its blade was a rough pattern his father had carved. It was a scarecrow, Ding Ning’s favorite, and a flower drawn by his mother in chalk.
Though these traces had long since faded, he could still feel the warmth of his mother’s touch.
Now, the heavy saber had been reduced to countless particles, its traces barely discernible.
Ding Ning waved his hand as if grasping for his beloved saber.
Then, he ascended slowly into the sky, each step firm and deliberate.
Above, Liu Bai floated in the sky.
He raised two fingers, summoning the waters of the great river from the heavens.
Under the cover of these three layers of Power of the Ancients, an imnse river appeared.
Everyone sensed a strange feeling as the boundless river’s sword intent forcibly carved out its own space.
How serendipitous.
Ding Ning’s foot landed precisely on the river’s sword intent.
Then, he ascended steadily into the heaven. Each step seed as monuntal as a mountain.
His arm dragged behind him, as though burdened by a saber disproportionate to his size.
It seed challenging, yet exhilarating.
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