Free Web NovelChapter 1489: Chapter 149: Half a Lifetime of Hardship, Gained in Exchange for One Sword
Yu Beidou was certainly well-prepared, highly vigilant.
Yet, the Blood Demon was momentarily stunned, for the power felt in this voice was not at the God Descending Realm, not at Dongzhen... it was already Beyond the Peak!
A Yan Dao Expert!
With his ancient origins and perspective, he certainly wouldn’t be mistaken.
So, the diviner’s suicide wasn’t the end, wasn’t an admission of defeat, but just another beginning?
Sacrificing his life to usher in the arrival of this Yan Dao Expert?
The duel between the Blood Divination Technique and the Life Prediction Technique hadn’t ended at all?!
Such a grand opening, posing a question with an aura of mystery, sounded like an ancient power awakened from long slumber...
Asleep for years, just now awakened?
Who is it?
The Blood Demon searched through the limited memories from its origin, but found nothing.
But in the next moment, the old and mysterious voice became perplexing: "Who am I, again?"
Soon it seemed to grow angry.
The blood mist quivered in response—
"Who on earth is calling me? You bastard! Step out and see if you dare!? Haven’t you any decency, don’t elders need sleep?"
Blood Demon: ...
Yu Beidou: ...
One was of ancient origin, the other a diviner of half a lifetime, both could be called powerful, yet at this moment, neither had words to say.
They really didn’t know what to say.
The Yan Dao Expert’s behavior was vastly different from what was imagined!
Receiving no response, the old voice continued, muttering to itself: "Such familiar blood energy... do I know it?"
"Seems like a fortune teller..."
"Yes, indeed, a fortune teller."
This old voice gradually confirmed, as if slowly recalling something, then became indifferent: "I remember. The fortune teller spent half a lifetime struggling, wanting me... to deliver him a sword."
As this voice fell silent.
The blood-colored mist in the cave seemed to tremble twice, then suddenly contracted, infinitely condensed... the crimson mist solidified into a sword!
This was... a hiltless sword.
From end to end, it was all blade.
Colorless, semi-transparent.
Only on the blade, there was a faint crimson Bagua pattern drifting, seemingly representing the trace left by the diviner.
Proof of his once existence.
Though his body had perished, his soul extinguished.
This sword was formed from his remains.
In a sense, it also carried out his will.
Thus, the sword rose!
This colorless Bagua Sword, in its movement, felt light, not fierce, without any grand commotion, merely made a vertical line in the air...
Just this simple line, and everything changed.
It was impossible to describe the scenario, the feeling.
No sound, no other colors.
The cavern walls were unseen.
Only a line of sword light stood alone amidst the swirling dust.
The sword light was colorless and formless, nearly non-existent in the visual world. But in the world perceived by Spiritual Sense, in the realm the Spirit observed—
This sword light could not be ignored, could not be stopped. Majestic like a mountain, connecting heaven and earth!
Yu Beidou, seated cross-legged in mid-air, pointed his sword finger swiftly, on closer inspection, seemed not to have moved at all.
The Blood Demon lying rigid on the ground surged with blood light, upon further look, the blood light had already vanished,
They made no sound.
Their secret techniques, skills... all their efforts seemed nonexistent, as if they had never occurred.
They seemed not to have resisted.
Only the sword light ravaged.
The Blood Demon’s neck, already slit, continuously bled, corroding the ground, forming a small stream over time.
At this moment, the blood-red stream was disappearing inch by inch.
If experts above the God Descending Realm looked closely, they could see strands of Sword Qi, in extremely fine spaces, gradually annihilating this blood.
The blood bead was crushed by the Sword Qi.
The Blood Demon’s eyes widened, showing emotions of anger and fear, lips incessantly moving. Whether in threat, rage, or curse,
all was silent.
The blood-red stream resolutely "retreated," continually dissolving... and was thus completely cleaved away.
The cut on the Blood Demon’s neck was then torn open, his entire skull lifted off, then shattered to pieces.
Next was the torso, then the limbs...
During this process, blood light continuously surged from the Blood Demon, yet was constantly extinguished.
Fresh blood emerged repeatedly, only to be shattered continually.
Amidst this monotonous repetition, finally, he was cleaved cleanly away.
He didn’t vanish. freēwēbnovel.com
Rather, he was cleaved so finely, so tiny, divided into a thousandth of a speck of dust, imperceptible to ordinary human eyes, seemingly vanished.
The corpse was actually piled there, only muscles, bones, blood, all had become a heap of exceedingly fine "powder."
The sword light was originally indiscriminate, descending here to slay all living things.
Yet, the Blood Demon, unwillingly blocked by Yu Beidou in front, bore the brunt, and was thus shattered first.
This sword was truly prolonged.
Perhaps because of the clarity in the details of destroying the enemy, it seemed prolonged.
After shattering the Blood Demon, Yu Beidou was also not spared.
The first to break was the blood mass at the back of his skull, within which a part of the Blood Demon’s life blood still thrived, twisting and struggling. The sweep of Sword Qi dispersed it like smoke.
Then his toes, fingers...
Facing this sword, the True Man of the Age, Yu Beidou, showed slightly stronger resistance, able to control to some extent the sequence of his body’s demise, starting from the less important parts...
But that was all.
In the visual realm, the colorless and formless sword light eventually enveloped him.
This highest achiever of the present Life Prediction Technique was thus cleaved to pieces in the cavern of Broken Soul Gorge, without a sound.
Now, in this cavern, no living things remained.
The colorless Bagua Sword still stood in mid-air, the crimson Bagua pattern on the blade faintly appearing, like a fish swimming in water, drifting up and down.
"This sword spares neither god nor ghost."
The old voice spoke: "Fortune teller, is this what you wanted?"
The crimson Bagua pattern dissipated, dissolving within the blade.
As if saying, so be it.
The old voice left behind only a sigh.
And then this Bagua Sword, gathered from the diviner’s disintegrated corpse, also dissipated.
Until then, everything outside of the sword light began to return.
The cavern, stone pillars, sounds...
Rumble!
Rumble!
A sword-shaped smoke column surged skyward.
The stone pillars of the Blood Sacrifice Life-lock Formation, the cliffs of Broken Soul Gorge, all shattered.
The cavern in this cliff face was completely pierced through by this sword-shaped smoke!
How high were the cliffs on both sides of Broken Soul Gorge?
Towering like peaks, unseen tops, travelers here felt their souls severed.
And this sword-shaped smoke blasted through the cliff face directly, from bottom to top, leaving only a sword-shaped aperture.
The smoke surged sky-high, countless miles, before dispersing in wisps.
If someone looked down from a high sky upon Broken Soul Gorge, they’d see this perilous gorge as if a fissure opened upon the earth. Yet, on the eastern cliff face of Broken Soul Gorge, there remained a deep aperture...
Truly "Heaven opens a line, the sword opens an eye!"
