While Lu Yang was assisting his split soul in overcoming tribulation within the [Heaven of Non-Existence], he did not neglect to monitor the battlefield between Daoist Dangmo and the [Mystic Spirit Realm].
To be honest, he felt a bit concerned.
After all, Daoist Dangmo was alone. For some reason, the Sword Pavilion had not dispatched any other reinforcements, and the rest were merely a few insignificant individuals.
However, upon reconsideration, Lu Yang regained his composure.
In his view, the cultivators of the [Mystic Spirit Realm] were still too naive. What kind of place was this? Did they truly believe that everyone would engage them on equal footing?
'Not to mention that the Sword Pavilion only sent Daoist Dangmo, likely due to immense confidence in him. Even if a crisis did arise, would the True Lords of the Sword Pavilion merely stand by? At the very least, that [True Lord of Celestial Virtue and Righteousness] from the Ye family would surely unleash a sword qi from afar!'
After all, they had experience in such matters.
Back then, how formidable was Ancestor Tingyou? Yet, he too was slain by a single sword strike. To a True Lord, there was little difference between early-stage and peak Foundation Establishment cultivators.
However, Lu Yang soon realized he had been naive.
There was no need for a True Lord to intervene.
High above the sky, Daoist Dangmo stood with hands behind his back, his sword unsheathed. Merely by manifesting the scene of his blessed land, he halted all the cultivators from the [Mystic Spirit Realm]!
"Fellow Daoist, cease your actions."
Daoist Dangmo sighed, "The Four Directional Dao Lords have set their plans, using the myriad worlds and heavens as sustenance."
"Your [Mystic Spirit Realm] is relatively large, with a preserved divine status. Having had limited contact, there's still time to escape. If you sever ties with this realm promptly, perhaps there's hope for survival. Otherwise, in due time, your entire realm will be plunged into misery."
Daoist Dangmo spoke earnestly, yet Immortal Minghua could not comprehend.
Dao Lord? What realm was that?
More importantly... he always believed he was fine. Although Daoist Dangmo's strength exceeded his expectations, he still felt confident of victory!
"Summon [Lingyang]!"
In the next moment, Immortal Minghua performed a hand seal, and a celestial fire appeared above his head, resting in his palm, radiating infinite light and heat. The orange-red brilliance spread in all directions, distorting all things, as if everything was about to be drawn into the celestial fire in his hand!
This treasure was his greatest trump card for this expedition.
Named [Lingyang], as the name suggests, it was essentially the sun of the [Mystic Spirit Realm], refined by the supreme beings of the realm!
"Boom!"
In an instant, the blazing celestial fire resembled a gluttonous beast, mercilessly devouring everything around it, causing Daoist Dangmo to frown.
He did not fear such methods.
However, behind him, Ye Guyue, Ye Xingfeng, and even the early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators could not withstand it. Clearly, Immortal Minghua had noticed this. ŘΆNọ₿Ęꞩ
'You wish to protect these people!'
'Truly a pedantic fool. Since that's the case, I'll use them to distract you. As your energy wanes, no matter how formidable you are, you won't be my match!'
Immortal Minghua's calculations were precise. At this moment, he activated [Lingyang], and waves of orange-red fire surged forth, clearly aiming for widespread destruction, encompassing not only the real persons behind Daoist Dangmo but also intending to annihilate the fertile lands below!
Witnessing this, Daoist Dangmo finally shed his compassionate expression and placed his hand on the sword at his waist.
The sword was named [No Killing], its hilt embedded with the patterns of the Northern Dipper Formation, wrapped with five-colored shark silk to attract lightning, the sheath covered with the hide of the Black Tortoise bearing a map, and the tassel tied with the fruit of the Taiyi Green Thorn.
"...Heaven's Will."
A faint sigh.
Before the words faded, sword intent soared into the sky. Daoist Dangmo drew a three-foot stream of light from its sheath, instantly engulfing the visible world.
This sword, at its inception, resembled the Milky Way breaking through clouds, its momentum like a white rainbow drinking from a stream.
Wherever it passed, the wind solidified into crystals, light stagnated into rosy clouds. Before the sword's whistle arose, it had already shattered the sun and reversed the flying fire, with residual shadows arriving, still tearing through the nine-layered clouds.
The sword light condensed frost into blades, shattered jade into brilliance, entwined with blue and white hues, resembling a blue dragon holding the moon, striking precisely into the vast sea of fire conjured by Immortal Minghua, engulfing it entirely, soaring into the sky, and finally exploding at the zenith.
"Swish swish!"
What should have been a thunderous roar fell into a gentle breeze, with only residual light forming a green luan chasing the sun, and sword qi dispersing into a white deer holding a branch.
'What a magnificent sword light!'
Such a scene, Lu Yang observed clearly. Compared to this sword, the sword lights displayed by other real persons of the Sword Pavilion could not even be called swords!
This was by no means the power of a divine ability!
'No wonder the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion dares to claim supremacy in combat. This sword must embody the true essence of the Sword Pavilion... simply unimaginably powerful!'
Immortal Minghua, along with the three Earth Immortals behind him, were all swept away by Daoist Dangmo's sword, falling at the zenith, drifting down like snowflakes, leaving only seven Human Immortals, comparable to mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, remaining in place, their expressions panicked, each drenched in blood, simultaneously severely injured!
"Attack!"
Almost simultaneously, Ye Guyue transmitted via divine sense, "They've been struck by Uncle's [No Killing Sword Intent], their combat strength now less than half of their peak!"
Immortal Minghua, after all, was at the peak of Foundation Establishment in the [Mystic Spirit Realm].
Combined with three Earth Immortals comparable to late-stage Foundation Establishment, even Daoist Dangmo couldn't kill them all with one sword; there had to be some entanglement and struggle.
If Daoist Dangmo disregarded others' lives, he could undoubtedly unleash his sword freely. However, since he aimed to protect others, he naturally had to exert more effort. Thus, he not only brought Immortal Minghua and others to the zenith but also deliberately dispersed his sword qi, severely injuring the remaining seven Human Immortals.
Everything was arranged meticulously.
In his calculations, with such a situation, Ye Guyue and Ye Xingfeng should be able to conclude the battle, as both were real persons of the Sword Pavilion and direct disciples of a True Lord.
However—
"Xingfeng, later, don't use your full strength."
Amidst the action, Ye Guyue secretly transmitted to Ye Xingfeng beside her, "Uncle is pedantic, susceptible to inner demons. We should share his burdens."
"Share burdens?" Ye Xingfeng was somewhat puzzled.
"Exactly!" Ye Guyue said solemnly, "[Shenjin] is a rare treasure of heaven and earth, to be possessed by the virtuous. How can we let that scattered cultivator Lu Yang from Jiangbei have it?"
"Uncle's refusal is his folly."
"That scattered cultivator resides in Jiangbei, already entangled in karmic debts. Allowing him to reincarnate into the Sword Pavilion is already a heavenly grace. How can we further indulge him?"
Ye Xingfeng deeply agreed but couldn't help frowning, "But if we take [Shenjin], how do we explain to Uncle?"
"That's simple." Ye Guyue said coldly, "Later, you deliberately leave an opening."
"Let these outsiders kill that scattered cultivator. Once he's dead, [Shenjin] becomes ownerless. We can then retrieve it and naturally explain to Uncle."
"As for that scattered cultivator, if he dies, so be it."
"This can be considered his fate, sending him to reincarnation. At most, we'll guide him into the Sword Pavilion in the future, accept him as a disciple, and repay the karma."
Upon hearing this, Ye Xingfeng immediately nodded, "Agreed!"
With this thought, the sword lights in their hands instantly slackened.
The two sides were already engaged in fierce battle. The seven Human Immortals from the [Mystic Spirit Realm], led by Chengxian, immediately noticed this flaw.
'Opportunity... seize [Shenjin] first!'
Chengxian didn't hesitate. He immediately rode a stream of escape light, passing through Ye Guyue's obstruction, and, following the induction of [Shenjin], charged into the boat!
On the other side, Ye Xingfeng was also 'coincidentally' entangled by other Human Immortals.
"Boom!"
In the next second, Lu Yang's secluded chamber was directly shattered, revealing the scene within.
Within the shattered chamber, Lu Yang's split soul returned from the [Heaven of Non-Existence], opened his eyes, and the four divine abilities in his sea of consciousness shone brightly!
"Heh heh..."
Lu Yang's main body constantly monitored the battlefield. How could Ye Guyue and Ye Xingfeng's little tricks escape his notice? At this moment, he naturally sneered coldly:
'Sword Seed... seeking death!'