Post-Mythical Era: I don't want to die in the third reincarnation Chapter 886 - 879: Blossoming Blade Flowers

The Tao Domain of Jie Gun seed on the verge of shattering under the impact from Ding Huan's Domain.

Jie Gun's expression changed; he hadn't taken Ding Huan seriously before and thus had not gone all out.

To go all out against an ant who hasn't even reached the Fourth Step of the Dao would be an affront to him as a Taoist Ancestor.

After sensing Ding Huan's strength, he could no longer care if it was an insult, only regretting that his Domain couldn't be stronger.

Even when he fully mobilized his own Tao Domain, it nearly failed to withstand Ding Huan's Domain impact, this...

Ding Huan had not expected to suppress this Sixth Step Taoist Ancestor right off the bat.

This was his first battle against an existence nearly comparable to a Seventh Step Taoist Ancestor, so Ding Huan was also eager to know where his actual strength lay.

No matter if Jie Gun's claid Sixth Step was fraudulent or underwhelming.

But he was indeed at the Sixth Step of the Dao, still not a weak Sixth Step.

Therefore, after Ding Huan's Sword Montum Domain enveloped this space, his sword intent suddenly diminished, transforming into infinite Sword Intent.

Endless Sword Intent laws unfolded within the Domain, and Jie Gun's slashing Purple River likewise descended, encircling Jie Gun and forming waves of purple mists.

Each droplet of water lifted by these purple tides carried an imnse killing intent, seemingly ready to tear anything it collided with to shreds.

The purple tides stirred by the Purple River in the void collided with Ding Huan's overwhelming Sword Montum.

Like a vast and boundless sea suddenly turning violent, wave after wave of space-tearing purple lethal tides bombarded towards Ding Huan.

Ding Huan's all-encompassing Sword Montum seed to have taken root; no matter how many lethal tides crashed, it could still suppress them.

Dao Rhythm incessantly exploded, Divine Power Laws shattered one after another.

Under the clash of both their Divine Power Domains, space seed to develop a dense network of cracks.

Their Combat Space continued expanding, forcing all cultivators watching to retreat.

Even Ling Zhuzhen and Qingsha Taoist Ancestor, who were locked in a stalemate on the other side, were affected by this overwhelming Slaughter Domain, unconsciously shifting their Combat Space outward.

Although Ling Zhuzhen and Qingsha Taoist Ancestor's cultivation was far superior to Ding Huan's,

more people preferred to watch Ding Huan and Jie Gun's fight.

If a comparison had to be made, Ling Zhuzhen and Qingsha Taoist Ancestor's bout was like a gentle, slow stream.

Whereas Ding Huan and Jie Gun's fight resembled the clash of a hurricane and a raging sea.

It seed as though one of them might be slain at any mont.

Yan Zhuo, who originally intended to step forward and assist, felt a chill run down his spine.

His cultivation was clearly just a notch below Jie Gun's, as a Fifth Step of the Great Path, yet now he felt utterly unqualified to intervene in Ding Huan and Jie Gun's battle.

On the surface, Jie Gun's onslaught appeared more ferocious than Ding Huan's Sword Montum.

After all, the entire battle space of Ding Huan and Jie Gun was filled with the tides of the Purple River.

The lethal aura of those Purple River tides was palpable to onlookers from afar, instinctively causing them to evade.

Yet, Ding Huan, amidst such pervasive killing Dao Rhythm of the Purple River tides, flickered in and out, seemingly at risk of being consud by the murderous intent within those tides at any mont.

Only Jie Gun himself knew how perilous it was.

No matter how the lethal aura of his Purple River surged, it couldn't tear Ding Huan's Sword Montum Space.

He had a very ominous feeling, that Ding Huan's Sword Montum Space appeared calm and gentle yet contained sothing that instilled fear in him.

He was certain it was a Divine Skill, but he couldn't discern specifically what it was.

But he also sensed it was sothing he sowhat yearned for…

Jie Gun beca sowhat frightened.

In battle, he suddenly craved the other party's as-yet-unrevealed Divine Skill, which was the most terrifying thing.

He could still control his Divine Skills and Domain at the mont; he must withdraw right now.

Ding Huan could slay whoever he wished, as for Ling Zhuzhen…

Jie Gun thought of Ling Zhuzhen, unable to suppress his thoughts, and his Divine Will swept over.

Seeing Ling Zhuzhen's banner shadows gradually becoming violent, his heart sunk...

He might truly not be a match for Ling Zhuzhen.

In that instant, a crack appeared in Jie Gun's Purple River Dao Rhythm.

Stroke after stroke of Sword Intent infiltrated into the lethal tides of Jie Gun's Purple River, and the lethal aura of the Purple River imdiately diminished.

An unprecedented feeling of relief surged in.

Jie Gun just let out a sigh of relief when he was overwheld by a sense of fatigue.

He had struggled and fought for millions of years, finally becoming a Taoist Ancestor.

Once, the immortals he yearned for were now ants in his eyes.

Even divine beings, he could slay as many as he wanted.

But was he truly content?

He seed not to have relaxed after all.

Every day, if not searching for Dao Veins, he was secluded in refining Dao Veins and pursued the Great Dao.

How different was this from mortals?

The only difference was living a little longer.

Sensing that Jie Gun was influenced by his own Human World Dao Rhythm Law, with killing intent collapsing across the board, Ding Huan was overjoyed.

He hadn't expected Jie Gun's Sixth Step of Dao killing Divine Skill to be so formidable yet so inept against Realm Divine Power.

This guy was definitely lopsided in cultivation, or possibly sothing impacted him, creating cracks in his Great Dao.

Otherwise, even if his Human World was strong, it shouldn't have so easily infiltrated the opponent's mind and spirit.

At this ti, he would not hold back, the Breaking Tribulation Blade Radiance exploded in the void, transforming into Sword Seals and slashed down.

In just a fleeting mont, the Sword Seals were ford.

Under the Sword Seals, he, Ding Huan, was the master.

Amidst the vastness, existence or annihilation was his to decide at a whim.

As the killing aura grew denser, Jie Gun shuddered, snapping out from that worldly lant.

He sensed the aura of death; it wasn't aging, sickness, or death, but a Killing Death Law.

Endless Sword Seals locked onto every space of Jie Gun's existence.

Jie Gun's soul almost leapt out, knowing he had just fallen into Ding Huan's Realm Divine Power.

At this mont, he could only frantically stir the Purple River.

The waves of slaughter surged up once more.

Unfortunately, Ding Huan's Slaughter Sword Seal had long locked all life spaces.

Boom!

The Human World Blade Seal cascaded down, filling the Purple River's waves with scarlet red in an instant.

The Purple River transford into a Blood River, but it was Jie Gun's blood.

Jie Gun, covered in fresh blood, was still desperately burning his Essence Blood and lifespan.

If he didn't pull through this ti, it would be the end of him.

Boom boom boom!

Under the violent Sword Curtain of the Breaking Tribulation Blade, the Purple River finally collapsed, exploding into countless purple Slaughter Laws.

Within the endless purple slaughter aura, a chilling sword light clearly etched itself into the deepest part of every onlooker's Heart Soul.

The Sword Light blood like a magnificent flower, gradually intoxicating everyone's eyes.

It was an entrancing feeling!

The Dao sound exploded...

In the human realm, flowers intoxicate three thousand guests, one blade chills fourteen provinces!

The blooming flowers, the poignant frost of the blade...

Almost in an instant, it vanished, transforming into an infinite slaughtering Sword Light that tore the entire human world apart.

"Spurt!"

Blood light exploded.

All the observing cultivators suddenly sobered up, realizing that it was the torn flesh of the Purple River Taoist Ancestor that turned into a blood mist.

Jie Gun felt waves of pain; the mont his Purple River was shattered by Ding Huan's blade, it was as if his spirit had died.

The Purple River was the blood and sweat of his lifelong cultivation.

With the Purple River destroyed, his faith shattered, and his Great Dao crumbled.

Knowing his body had been torn by the Sword Light, Jie Gun still didn't continue to resist.

He just stood amidst Ding Huan's Sword Light, which blood like flourishing flowers.

Letting the Sword Light tear his body apart, he still savored the beauty of the human world, if only for a fleeting mont.

"So this is the human world!"

In that instant, Jie Gun suddenly realized, his Taoist aura wildly surged.

He finally understood why he couldn't step into the Seventh Step of the Great Dao.

Because he had completely lost his sense of existence.

Today, under Ding Huan's Death Sword Intent, he finally understood:

This is indeed the human world.

Under Ding Huan's blade, he transford into the mundane, and in the mundane, both his Great Dao and soul reached an ultimate transcendence.

"Mr. Ding, spare once, I am willing to pay any price..."

Jie Gun roared in madness; he was unwilling to be killed just as he had comprehended the Dao.

He was not the type to die in peace after a morning's enlightennt.

"It would have been nothing to spare you, as we have no enmity..."

Hearing Ding Huan's words, Jie Gun suddenly had hope for life.

Now, as long as he had a pile of Dao Veins, he could step into the Seventh Step of the Great Dao to heal.

With his power, once he stepped into the Seventh Step, he wouldn't care about people like Feng Pu.

As for a small fry like Ding Huan, his Primordial Spirit would burn for billions of years, then his Divine Soul would be completely annihilated...

"Na your price, I, Jie Gun..."

Jie Gun only got halfway through his sentence when flas of fury burst from his eyes: "You're trying to strip my world..."

He realized Ding Huan was stripping his world away.

Though he was certain Ding Huan couldn't strip the world of a Sixth Step powerhouse, Ding Huan's actions had touched his ultimate reverse scale.

"Ha ha, is stripping your world that impressive? Who told you to offend Old Ling? I'm an old friend of Old Ling, so naturally, I have to help him.

Look, Old Ling is teaching that woman a lesson for now, so I have to help him kill you too..."

As Ding Huan's words fell, Jie Gun felt the Dao Prohibition of his world truly being stripped away, the Great Dao Laws constructing his world cracking inch by inch.

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"Stop, please, don't strip my world away..."

Jie Gun had completely fallen into terror.

Yet now he was locked by Ding Huan's Domain and Taoist Divine Power, unable to resist in the slightest.

At this mont, Jie Gun regretted not resisting when Purple River shattered, and his spirit was hit.

Not only did Jie Gun fall into terror, but even a few Taoist Ancestors who hadn't acted yet looked at each other.

Could Ding Huan strip Jie Gun's world?

Impossible, right?

Not to ntion Ding Huan, even they couldn't strip away the world of a Sixth Step powerhouse.

A person's world is constructed by their Great Dao.

In the vast universe, even among those cultivating the sa Cultivation Technique, each person's Great Dao constructs a different world, how could it be stripped?

At this mont, Ding Huan completely tore open Jie Gun's world.

Watching Ding Huan relentlessly sweep away everything in Jie Gun's world, all three observing Taoist Ancestors remained silent.

The watching cultivators on the outskirts couldn't help but shiver.

If the world of a Saint was so easily stripped, they would be ambushed and killed daily.

(Good night, fellow Daoist!)