Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1523 - 824: The Treasure Mirror Subdues the Demon

Without a moment's delay!

Right away, arm-thick beams erupted from the Five Directions Treasure Mirror all at once. These rays in red, white, black, blue, and yellow colors burst forth from every direction, converging on a spot high in the air.

The five hues blended together in an instant, forming a solitary strand of black 'light.' Upon closer look, this glow appeared profoundly deep and shadowy, resembling a black hole that devoured every bit of nearby illumination.

In the following instant, Zhao Sheng’s Divine Thought detected the silhouette hundreds of feet distant, his Heart Light flared up, and a fierce killing aura shattered the emptiness.

With a flash, that strand of black light ripped open the void abruptly, slamming into Jun Tianxing like a bolt of thunder.

Jun Tianxing was completely stunned, his form frozen in position, absorbing the full force of the Great Five Elements Extinction Divine Light.

Yet right after, his physique appeared as if it were just a phantom, shattering suddenly and then being utterly wiped from existence by the Extinction Divine Light in a swift motion.

In the spot where Jun Tianxing’s shape had vanished, a 'black hole' roughly the size of a basket materialized.

As a space-time storm began to gush from the black hole, it contracted swiftly, vanishing in the wink of an eye.

The Great Five Elements Extinction had managed to breach the space-time barriers with a single attack, its might utterly astonishing!

Heh heh!

A torrent of frenzied laughter abruptly rang out inside the Heavenly Rift Valley, echoing without end, as if myriad piercing needles were stabbing into Zhao Sheng’s spirit.

'The so-called Great Five Elements Extinction Divine Light! It would be rude not to return the favor! Accept this strike from this king, the Wind Thunder Sword Light Tide, heh heh!'

As the laughter died down, innumerable sword gleams materialized out of nowhere, brilliantly radiant, banishing the gloom of the rift valley in a heartbeat.

Myriad sword beams converged like surging waves, morphing into a colossal Sword Sea amid raging gusts, charging at Zhao Sheng and enveloping the nearby void over thousands of feet.

The sword rays rolled forward like an ocean swell, carrying a sinister Sword Intent that tore the void apart into countless spatial fissures.

Nearly at the same time, Zhao Sheng sensed constriction all around him, as endless air flows turned into unseen wind fetters, restraining him and rendering flight momentarily out of reach.

The very next second, the tide of sword light engulfed Zhao Sheng, the supreme keen Sword Intent pierced the heavens, and the adjacent void brimmed with thick, shadowy 'cracks.'

The space-time fissures mended rapidly and faded away, plunging the void into turmoil, with nothing living within spared from harm.

Right then, Jun Tianxing’s grin abruptly stiffened, a trace of incredulity crossing his features.

'Impossible!'

'Hehe, in this realm, nothing proves impossible! You wield Shift Shadows, yet I command the Golden Cicada Shell as well. Suffer another assault from me, the Great Five Elements Divine Thunder!'

With those words, Zhao Sheng emerged from the Southern昙光镜, lightly tapping its face, channeling abundant Divine Thought and Mana into it.

At that instant, the Five Directions Treasure Mirror blazed with light once more, and from its surface, basket-sized misty Thunder Balls emerged one by one. Likewise multicolored, each harbored a dreadful aura of destruction.

In no time, 180 Five Elements Thunder Balls had burst forth, brimming with spiritual power, scattering throughout the surrounding ten-mile expanse of void.

Zhao Sheng’s Divine Thought extended outward, weaving into threads of an immense net, seeking to locate Jun Tianxing’s position.

Yet this foe excelled in the Wind Escape Technique, his presence diffused throughout the nearby void long ago, rendering precise detection exceedingly difficult.

If he evades capture, then let everything detonate!

Zhao Sheng’s mind whirled with rapid thoughts, and he promptly decided. His Divine Thought linked to every Five Elements Divine Thunder, mentally uttering the command 'explode.'

In a flash, 180 Thunder Balls detonated with earth-shaking booms, turning the sky and land into endless brilliance, as billions of thunderbolts raged forth, consuming the adjacent hundred-mile void instantly.

The central part of the Heavenly Rift Valley flared with a massive burst of glaring radiance, its intensity dwarfing the sun by hundreds or thousands of folds.

As the ocean of lightning and thunder expanded outward, the stone walls crumbled into oblivion without a sound.

A few breaths afterward, the storm of lightning and thunder dissipated completely, revealing a enormous, unfathomable crater almost ten thousand feet wide, its edges polished smooth as glass, adorned with crystalline formations of assorted dimensions.

'Attempting to flee? Where to now!'

At this juncture, a thunderous yell erupted from above, as the Five Directions Treasure Mirror ascended rapidly, positioning itself in all directions posthaste.

The Eastern Kongsang Mirror’s surface unexpectedly glowed, and then Zhao Sheng stepped out from it, gripping a Green Feather Sword.

His eyes flashed like bolts, scanning the hundred-mile radius, before he abruptly struck the treasure mirror at his back.

The instant after, the Five Directions Treasure Mirror hummed collectively, releasing five beams of light that swiftly widened, expanding their reach progressively.

After a single breath, the Five-Colored Divine Light bathed the hundred-mile void, permitting scarcely any blind spots.

Jun Tianxing had no place to conceal himself, compelled to show his form, but at once, he shed his Feather Robe, hurling it toward Zhao Sheng’s spot.

The moment the Feather Robe departed his grasp, it billowed in the breeze, growing into a vast awning that obscured the heavens and sun, shrouding the scores of miles encircling Zhao Sheng.

At the same time, countless feathers broke free from the Magic Robe, morphing instantly into myriad razor-sharp Feather Swords that slashed savagely at Zhao Sheng.

In the space of an eyeblink, surging hurricane gales wrapped around the thousands of Feather Swords from nothing.

As the proverb goes, wind bolsters the sword’s force!

Empowered by the hurricane gales, the Feather Swords attained blistering velocity, ultimately surpassing ten times the speed of sound, their pace nearly inconceivable.

Boom boom boom!

Immediately, explosive rumbles thundered, quaking the Cloud Sky! Countless Feather Swords cleaved and multiplied repeatedly, clustering densely into a sea-like Sword Sea that wholly immersed Zhao Sheng.

The three supreme Divine Powers of the Sword Dao consist of: Sword Light Division, Sword Qi Thunder Sound, and Heaven-Reaching Sword Rainbow.

Though Jun Tianxing was a Transformed Demon, he ranked as a true expert in the Sword Dao, master of two among the Great Sword Dao Divine Powers.

To slay in one decisive strike, he had poured forth his utmost effort.

Nevertheless...

One breath later, the Northern Mirage Cloud Mirror illuminated once more, its surface undulating, and Zhao Sheng appeared unharmed.

Beholding the formidable adversary untouched, Jun Tianxing felt his spirit plummet unavoidably. He promptly gestured with his hand, and the sky-spanning magic robe shrank hastily, reverting to ordinary proportions and reclothing its master.

Concurrently, the thousands of feather swords wheeled about, darting back swiftly, ultimately reverting to verdant feathers and reintegrating into the magic robe.

Jun Tianxing proactively withdrew several miles, projecting his voice from afar: 'Your Excellency, your illusion arts are exceptionally refined; even this king failed to pierce them. We’ve clashed multiple times with no decisive outcome—why press on to mutual destruction? There’s no cause for us to battle unto death.'

Following these confrontations, Jun Tianxing fully grasped the difficulty of his present foe. Though he maintained composure outwardly, he had suffered setbacks inwardly, and the urge to withdraw had already stirred within him.

'Hehe, endure this final strike, and I’ll permit your departure!' Zhao Sheng chuckled faintly, issuing the dare right there.

'Arrogant!' Jun Tianxing fumed at these words, astonished that his overture of peace met utter disregard from the opponent.

He vowed instantly to annihilate this foe completely.

'Heh, witness my Divine Wind Domain!' Jun Tianxing cackled wildly once more, and an infinite tempest abruptly arose around him. His form blended seamlessly into the winds, vanishing entirely.

The gales roared ferociously, ravaging hundreds of miles and coalescing into a gigantic tornado that linked heaven and ground in mere breaths.

The wind column loomed black as pitch, swirling with violent eddies, promptly generating innumerable razor-fine, crystal-clear wind blades in tight formation.

Guided by the hurricane’s might, the myriad transparent wind blades streaked through the air, tracing erratic paths yet blanketing virtually every fragment of area.

Meanwhile, Zhao Sheng leisurely executed hand seals, dispatching dozens of spiritual light spells toward the treasure mirror at his rear.

In a twinkling, the Northern Mirage Cloud Mirror trembled fiercely, multiplying from one to ten, ten to a hundred, splitting into hundreds and thousands of treasure mirrors.

At that very instant, the remaining four treasure mirrors likewise proliferated ceaselessly into hundreds and thousands of treasure mirrors.

Instantaneously, thousands of treasure mirrors crowded the adjacent void, resembling a constellation of gleaming stars.

As the tornado hurricane, laden with myriad wind blades, barreled ahead, every treasure mirror unleashed five-colored light beams in unison.

The thousands of beams wove and layered together, crafting an extraordinarily intricate three-dimensional pattern.

The pattern persisted only briefly before fusing into an infinite surge of light.

This surge of light held some enigmatic potency. The moment the tornado hurricane plunged into it, it dissolved tracelessly, the countless wind blades evaporating like frost in sunlight.

'No!'

In that instant, a piercing, resentful bellow issued from the hurricane’s core.

Jun Tianxing tumbled wretchedly into the void, his magic domain shrinking hastily, his whole frame shackled by numerous five-colored chains, rendering movement nearly impossible.

These five-colored chains pulsed with subtle waves of law and intent, compelling his mana and divine thought into submission, even quelling his ability to manifest his true shape.

Zhao Sheng smiled faintly, gesturing to scatter the immense light surge, advancing slowly through the air.

Gazing upon the writhing Jun Tianxing, he stated evenly, 'You’ve been defeated!'

Furious, Jun Tianxing bellowed with eyes red as blood, 'This king remains undefeated! This king possesses countless techniques still unused. Were I to cast aside all restraint, how could a trifling Little Nascent Soul contend with this king?'

Zhao Sheng ignored him entirely, his demeanor serene as he posed again, 'Will you choose death, or survival?'

'Do you dare slay this king?! This king is the offspring of the Golden Wing Roc King, of unparalleled nobility. Should you end this king, my sire, the Great Roc King, shall seek vengeance personally. Can you, a mere Little Nascent Soul, endure the fury of a Returning Void Demon Emperor?'

Free this king at once! Or else—'

Slap!

Zhao Sheng delivered a firm slap without hesitation, instantly rendering Jun Tianxing senseless, remarking offhandedly, 'Noisy!'

That said, elements of Jun Tianxing’s claims held validity.

This demon’s rank was unique, and dispatching him casually posed complications.

It stemmed not from dread of pursuit by a Returning Void Demon Emperor, but from unwillingness to endanger the Three Extremes Zhao Family.

After brief reflection, Zhao Sheng conceived a plan.

With a sleeve flick, the Northern Kong Sang Mirror descended from above, its face emanating expansive emerald radiance, drawing Jun Tianxing into the Mirror Heaven Realm and sealing him firmly.

At once, the other four treasure mirrors dissolved into beams and withdrew, merging swiftly into Zhao Sheng’s form.

Zhao Sheng cast a look downward at the rift valley, noting the immense crater beneath, his brows knitting slightly yet displaying no urge to rectify it. Abruptly, he transformed into a ray of light, diving into the depths of the rift valley below, his destination a mystery.

...

The very moment Jun Tianxing faced suppression within the Kong Sang Mirror, the frenzied bloodbath in the subterranean tunnel ceased unexpectedly, sans any warning.

The Golden Core stage Drilling Armor Demon Beasts abruptly grew wildly frantic.

They lost all will to fight, scattering in panic shortly after, each drilling into the earth to flee desperately.

Gasping for breath, Zhao Yongxian observed the retreating Drilling Armor Demon Beasts, a mix of relief and bewilderment washing over him.

By now, the tunnel lay in ruins, littered with mangled remains, with merely three Foundation Establishment youths enduring the fray, though all teetered on the edge of demise from grave wounds.

Zhao Yongxian lacked leisure for deep thought, hastily producing healing spirit pills for the youths while deploying his divine sense to seek other kin who might have survived.

At this point, Master Ming Yue, marred by blood, reentered the tunnel. His gaze upon the strewn corpses blended sorrow with relief, a tangled expression defying simple description.

In the alternative subterranean tunnels, scarcely a handful of Foundation Establishment youths outlasted to the conclusion.

Zhao Yongxian dashed through every tunnel with utmost speed, ultimately rescuing seven Foundation Establishment family members in total.

Of these, four held promise for full recovery, while the other three bore severed limbs or ravaged meridians and Dantian, dooming their future prowess to diminished heights.

Half a day onward, daybreak came, the sun ascending in the east.

Zhao Yongxian and Master Ming Yue, escorting the seven youths, surfaced from below, rejoining the razed encampment.

Surveying the mostly ruined Three Yin Evil Acupoints, Zhao Yongxian brimmed with sorrow, his spirit laden with profound weight.