Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone Chapter 979 728: The End of the War

Buzz buzz!

At this moment, a potent aura surged once more. The Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasure pulsed with light, its power erupting. The Dao Patterns etched upon it flowed and shifted, appearing on the verge of advancing to the Immortal Artifact realm. However, just as it reached this critical juncture, an obstacle presented itself, its aura suppressed, incapable of breaching that final barrier.

The resplendent treasure light receded, and the Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasure ultimately remained classified as a Half-Immortal Artifact.

Lu Xuanji's Divine Thought flickered as he meticulously examined it, confirming its current state. He finally exhaled a sigh.

Ultimately, his cultivation was insufficient, his comprehension of the Law lacking, and he was just a little short of empowering it to ascend to the Immortal Artifact level.

"But it is still enough!"

Lu Xuanji's Divine Thought activated, and the Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasure transformed into a beam of light, entering his body. An overwhelming surge of energy emanated from the Magical Treasure, beginning to nourish him.

The Power of Creation coursed through his physical form, infusing him. His cultivation steadily enhanced, undergoing a comprehensive transformation. The limitations binding him gradually dissolved; once he emerged, he would be able to traverse several tribulations, significantly boosting his power.

Gazing upon the divine materials scattered across the ground, Lu Xuanji's Spirit flickered, and he directly gathered them all into the Grotto Heaven.

His form flickered, and he prepared to depart from this location.

Suddenly, he sensed the void solidifying around him; the previously dynamic space became utterly frozen.

A terrifying aura pressed down upon his spirit. His Divine Thought perceived the flow of Magical Power becoming sluggish, making even the slightest movement seem arduous.

At this crucial moment, a woman materialized within the void.

Adorned with a silver hairpin, clad in a luxurious silk gown, she exuded an aura of elegance and nobility. Her beautiful figure was fully displayed, her ample, high chest partially veiled, her slender waist swaying gently like a willow. Her entire being radiated a mature, alluring charm, her beauty unparalleled.

Her high-bridged nose, lustrous long black hair, sharply defined pretty chin, flawless fair skin, and slender, exquisite figure were all utterly captivating.

The sole flaw was the look of endless evil qi in her eyes as she gazed at him, as if observing an amusing plaything.

"Creation Daoist, truly worthy of being the Destiny's Child of the Purple Mansion World. I have employed numerous methods in pursuit of the Purple Mansion Order, instigating endless chaos and bloodshed, yet I failed to obtain it. But you, with merely a casual stroll, acquired the Purple Mansion Order. What immense fortune, what incredible luck this is!"

Shi Yan spoke, a smile lacing her words.

"Hand over the Purple Mansion Order; it is not something you can wield!"

Lu Xuanji smiled and replied, "Do not jest, my friend. You may verify; I do not possess the Purple Mansion Order!"

Shi Yan smiled, "Haha, I know you are not being forthright, unwilling to reveal the truth. But it matters not... the treasure-seeking Compass indicates that you possess the Purple Mansion Order! Do not compel me to resort to force!"

With that declaration, a Compass materialized in her hand, quivering. Its pointer flickered erratically before settling directly on Lu Xuanji's location.

Not only that, but Shi Yan initiated a Secret Technique, her aura surging and transforming, seemingly stirring a mysterious change. Instantly, Lu Xuanji sensed the Purple Mansion Order within his Grotto Heaven vibrating intensely, transforming into a streaming light and flying out of the Grotto Heaven.

In the very next moment, it appeared to fall into someone's grasp.

Lu Xuanji unleashed a Secret Technique, and his aura erupted. The broken chains within him began to condense further, solidifying into Rune Chains.

The chains fluctuated, and ultimately restrained the Purple Mansion Order.

The Purple Mansion Order ceased its flight.

However, the formidable aura of the Purple Mansion Order also erupted completely, and instantly, the purple light radiating from Lu Xuanji flickered, enveloping his body.

He could no longer conceal its presence.

Any attempt at explanation now seemed futile.

Shi Yan let out a laugh, "Friend, are you still attempting to deny it?"

Lu Xuanji chuckled, ceasing his words. The light flared, and the Purple Mansion Order settled into his palm. He spoke softly, "Friend, is this what you seek?"

"Hand it over!" Shi Yan responded with a smile, albeit with a chilling tone now, a hint of killing intent threading through her voice. "Friend, do not offer futile resistance."

Lu Xuanji inquired, "Is that so? Then, catch this?"

Activating his Magical Power, the Purple Mansion Order grew, expanding from its palm-sized form to become three feet long, resembling a sharp sword, which he then thrust forward.

Shi Yan responded with a cold smile, waving her jade hand to intercept. Her palm transformed, suffused with blood-colored light and surging with endless evil qi, directly sweeping towards Lu Xuanji to suppress him, emitting a hissing sound.

Clang clang!

As the moment of conflict arrived, Shi Yan sensed an oppressive force, and her palm met a powerful impact, shattering instantly. The overwhelming energy didn't cease, continuing its strike towards her chest, its destructive might tearing everything asunder. Her figure flickered, narrowly evading this fatal blow.

However, Lu Xuanji pressed his relentless assault at this critical juncture.

His attacks came in a continuous torrent, akin to an unending tide.

Mastery in combat hinges on understanding its rhythm.

To control the flow of battle and ultimately draw the opponent into one's own tempo is the key.

Leveraging his newly acquired advantage, Lu Xuanji unsheathed the Nine-Colored Divine Saber in his left hand, executing a formidable slash, while his right hand gripped the Pure Yang Order, unleashing furious strikes.

Caught within this relentless rhythm, Shi Yan was forced into a constant retreat, her offensive momentum faltering.

After being pushed back eight more steps, her vital Qi surged, her fractured arm mended, and her injuries began to heal; the purple robes she wore morphed, transforming directly into resplendent purple Battle Armor that encased her form; concurrently, a blood-hued axe materialized within her grasp.