Inside the Secret Realm, Xu Liang hovered in mid-air, surrounded by a vast, colorless expanse—an endless world of white.
She twisted and moved like fire itself, dodging, parrying, and lashing out with waves of Fire Intent.
But no matter how many blades she shattered, more ca, each faster and sharper than the last.
The formation gave her no opening—no pause—no room to retaliate.
’Damn it... where the hell did that bastard get his hands on such a high-tier formation?’ Xu Liang thought, her expression sharp with frustration.
This wasn’t an ordinary attack formation.
’A Mid-Tier Grade-6 Thousand Blade Intent Attack Formation... One of the rarest and most devastating among all Grade-6 attack formations.’
’Even for soone like —at the High-Stage Nascent Soul Realm—it’s impossible to break it alone.’
Swoosh!
With both hands ablaze, she unleashed arcs of flaming brilliance, shattering dozens of incoming blades mid-air.
But as soon as one wave fell, another took its place.
There was no end.
’Every single one of those blades carries Refinent-Stage Blade Intent—each powerful enough to level an entire city.’
’And sotis, one in a dozen even holds an intent beyond that stage.’
’My 7-Star Elental Fire Intent is a little stronger than them... but I can’t catch a single mont to breathe, much less counterattack or find the formation’s core.’
’I can’t even keep my footing on the ground... because sotis, the attacks co from beneath as well.’
’If only I had reached the realm of Profound Fire Intent—then a single strike from could shatter this entire formation.’
Swoosh!
She gritted her teeth as another barrage of blades whistled up from below.
’I’ve been dodging and countering for over an hour now... How much longer can I hold out?’
’If only I had one ally here... I could hold the assault while they found the Formation Core.’
She shattered them, strike after strike.
’At this rate... all my Elental Energy will be depleted...’
Then—sothing flickered in the back of her mind.
A mory.
A technique.
’Wait... should I try that new secret technique I received from the inheritance?’
She hesitated.
’But I haven’t perfected it yet... I’ve never tested it in real battle. What if it backfires?’
Another wave of blades closed in—closer, faster, deadlier.
Xu Liang’s eyes narrowed, fire dancing across her fingers.
’...No. There’s no ti to hesitate. If I don’t try it now, I’ll never get out of here alive.’
’Let’s see if this technique is worthy of the na it carries...’
Two Hundred Years Ago—
A peerless genius was born—a youth hailed by sages and seers alike as a talent seen only once in ten thousand years.
By the age of twenty-five, he had already reached the Void Refining Realm.
By thirty, he achieved what countless cultivators could only dream of: he stepped into the legendary Body Integration Realm, becoming the youngest in the recorded history of the Sleeping Dragon Continent.
He was known throughout the world as the Elental King, Xiao Yan.
The reason? He was the only person in history to master all four classical elents—earth, air, fire, and water—to the realm of Elental Will, and that too at an astoundingly young age of thirty-two.
It was said that a supre being once prophesied:
"This one shall ascend to the Immortal Realm... the youngest immortal the world has seen in over a thousand years."
But that prophecy... never ca true.
He died suddenly—vanished from the world as swiftly as he rose.
So claid that his overwhelming talent had made him arrogant, reckless in his cultivation, leading to a backfire that took his life.
Others whispered that he had offended too many powerful factions across the continent—and was silenced by their combined might.
But the truth behind his death... remained shrouded in mystery.
And now, two hundred years later, in a mysterious secret realm... Xu Liang had discovered the remnants of his legacy:
A collection of profound and secret techniques—personally crafted and honed by Xiao Yan himself.
Among them, one technique stood out:
Elental Star Boost
A secret technique with a single form, capable of boosting an Elental Manifestation by four stars for a short duration—with minimal side effects when mastered to its peak.
For example, if soone like Xu Liang possesses a 7-Star Fire Intent, mastering this secret technique would elevate them to the 1-Star Profound Fire Intent.
However, this technique is limited and cannot boost one’s power beyond the Profound Elental Intent level.
Xu Liang, her body battered and her mind pushed to its edge, stood tall in the center of the relentless formation.
She exhaled slowly, entering the ancient stance passed down through the inheritance.
Her eyes burned with resolve.
Then, she whispered—
"Elental Star Boost!"
Whoosh!
In an instant, flas erupted around her.
Not ordinary fire—but sothing far beyond. Her entire body radiated with intensified elental might.
The temperature soared, space itself distorted. Her hands glowed with a searing aura—Profound Fire Intent, blazing with the fury of a hundred suns.
’I can feel it... it’s working. So... this is the strength of Profound Fire Intent.’
’I don’t know how long it’ll last—or what price I’ll pay later—but it doesn’t matter.’
’I need to end this—now.’
SWISH.
She slowly raised her right hand.
CRACK!
With a re flick, the overwhelming Thousand Blade Intent Formation shattered like fragile glass under the pressure of her will.
The white space splintered into fragnts, dispersing into the wind.
Gin Shi, still floating in the air and watching until Xu Liang’s energy was completely drained to capture her, was utterly shocked by what he witnessed.
"W-What?!" he stamred, his voice trembling. "How... how did she break my formation? All by herself? Impossible!"
"No one below the Void Refining Realm or Profound Intent should be capable of shattering this level of formation."
"S-Sir, it’s true. She did it. What are your orders now?" Number 442 asked urgently.
Gin Shi’s face twisted in frustration and fear.
"Quick! Stop her! Use every ans necessary to halt her advance. I’ll prepare another formation anwhile—she’s likely nearly drained of energy and shouldn’t be able to withstand even a normal Grade-6 formation now."
Xu Liang’s gaze sharpened as she advanced steadily.
"You... both die here," she declared coldly.
WHOOOSH!
A single graceful motion of her hand.
THUD!
Number 442’s head dropped from the sky, his body hovering briefly before crashing heavily to the ground.
Gin Shi spun around, terror etched on his face, sweat pouring down.
"W-What?! Just like that... a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivator is dead?"
Before he could react further, a cold voice rang out right in front of him.
"You’re next, Gin Shi!"
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