System's Super Sect Chapter 983 919: Slaying Qiongqi and Gaining a New Opportunity

Whoosh—

A streak of dark red light shot straight at Dark Stream Annihilation. The latter hurriedly dodged; after evading seven or eight times in a row, he was still caught off guard and got gored once by Qiongqi's horn.

With that blow from Qiongqi, Dark Stream Annihilation fell from the sky like a meteor into a stretch of ruins, smashing out a gigantic crater, a shocking sight.

Watching from afar, Wen Ping couldn't help sighing, "It really is a Qiongqi that has cultivated for 599 years—its power doubled in an instant. What a pity you're still under a debuff."

While there was still a bit of time left, Dark Stream Annihilation turned into a Black Shadow, shuttling through the sky. The Black Scythe was raised once again; he simply did not fear Qiongqi's attacks, looking like he was ready to perish together with it.

Boom!

The two collided again. Dark Stream Annihilation was sent flying once more, and Qiongqi's body was again sliced open by Dark Stream Annihilation, a huge gash tearing across it, dark red blood instantly dyeing most of its body red.

After being wounded once again, Qiongqi became even more enraged.

It started relentlessly pursuing Dark Stream Annihilation, and Dark Stream Annihilation, under Wen Ping's command, kept trading life for life with Qiongqi. Wen Ping, meanwhile, kept seizing opportunities to slap a weakening BUFF on Qiongqi.

Halving its defense—this was no joke.

Just like that, they fought for three days and three nights straight.

Everything within a hundred miles around had been devastated beyond recognition. High mountains were leveled; rivers were shattered and cut off, turning into countless streams; plains were pounded into basins, with peaks on both sides that used to be flat land.

After three days and three nights, the wounds on Qiongqi's body had grown more and more numerous. Hundreds of wounds were still oozing blood; every time Qiongqi launched an attack, a bloody rain would fall, dyeing the ground dark red.

Yet Qiongqi's blood seemed inexhaustible. It had been flowing for three days and three nights in succession and still continued to flow.

However, Qiongqi was slowly becoming weaker, while Dark Stream Annihilation, thanks to Death Qi constantly restoring its body, had only actually "died" twice despite taking Qiongqi's attacks head-on all this time.

"Let's see how much longer you can keep this up." As long as Qiongqi wasn't dead, Wen Ping had no intention of leaving.

Just then, Qiongqi suddenly threw back its head and let out a long howl at the sky, its voice full of grief.

There was a bit of a death-cry feel to it.

But the sound was far too overwhelming, rumbling like Celestial Thunder, which made Wen Ping feel that something was off.

Then he saw Qiongqi suddenly change direction, no longer throwing itself desperately at Dark Stream Annihilation, but instead charging toward the depths of the Final Forbidden Area.

Wen Ping immediately realized, "It's trying to run!"

He instantly ordered Dark Stream Annihilation to pursue. Like a starving wolf, it pounced, and once it caught up the two tangled together again. But Qiongqi still showed no sign of stopping; while grappling and tearing at Dark Stream Annihilation, it continued to fly toward the depths of the Final Forbidden Area.

Wen Ping shouted inwardly, "Kill it faster, don't let it reach the depths of the Final Forbidden Area!"

What lay within the Final Forbidden Area was completely beyond Wen Ping's imagination.

If Qiongqi had helpers in there, then what?

Without another word, Wen Ping issued a death order.

Dark Stream Annihilation immediately used its Split Skill, turning into Black Shadow and merging into Qiongqi's body. From afar, Qiongqi looked shrouded by wisps of black smoke as it frantically fled. Just a few breaths later, a Dark Moon suddenly appeared in the sky; the Black Scythe pierced through Qiongqi's body from its flank, running straight through it, as if cleaving Qiongqi's entire body in two.

Pfft—

When the Dark Moon reached Perfection, Dark Stream Annihilation burst out of Qiongqi's body, and Qiongqi's fleeing form came to an abrupt halt. Then it split into two halves, while blood poured down like a waterfall.

At this moment, Wen Ping's gaze fixed on that golden, gleaming Demon Pill. He immediately wrapped it with his Spiritual Power and retrieved it into his hand. A 599-year Demon Pill, the size of a head, a bit too big to hold with one hand. The Demon Qi it released was not much weaker than that of a Demon Immortal's Demon Pill.

Just then, a deep voice boomed from the distant sky, "Who is so bold as to dare hunt down my Demon Servant?"

The voice seemed to come from above the Ninth Heaven itself, carrying a powerful, innate pressure.

Wen Ping's expression flickered slightly upon hearing this. "It seems something at the Celestial Unrestricted level has made an appearance."

With that realization, Wen Ping swiftly took to the skies.

However, departing the Final Forbidden Area was simply not an option.

His intention was merely to reposition himself.

His hard-won reputation was not something he intended to squander!

About the time it takes for half a stick of incense to burn after Wen Ping vacated the area where Qiongqi met its end, a colossal Demon Beast, stretching a thousand zhang long and capable of stirring the Sea of Clouds, materialized. Its entire form radiated a cyan hue, supported by four limbs, each ending in five formidable claws. The moment its feet touched the ground, those claws deeply imprinted the earth—it was a formidable Cyan Dragon!

The Cyan Dragon stopped before Qiongqi's lifeless body, raising its head towards the heavens in sheer fury, unleashing a series of deafening dragon roars that reverberated for a thousand miles.

Precisely at this moment, numerous Demon Beasts, which had been slumbering peacefully in the depths of the mountains, abruptly awakened. They ascended into the air, commencing a thorough search of their domains for any sign of intruders.

Each of these beasts possessed power equivalent to Qiongqi. This meant the Cyan Dragon's might far surpassed all of them.

It was, in essence, an entity on the level of a Demon Ancestor!

Yet, Wen Ping remained oblivious to this unfolding drama, for after traversing a hundred or two hundred miles, he had already resumed his task of collecting Demon Pills.

Suddenly, his gaze fell upon a cliff face, a sheer precipice where a poem had been inscribed: "The Great Dao is like Qing Tian, I alone cannot get out."

"Is this cursive script?"

"Semi-cursive, perhaps?"

Wen Ping recognized the characters, having encountered this particular script style before. He also felt a sense of familiarity with the line of verse itself.

"How peculiar, someone has etched a poem in semi-cursive on this rock wall?" Wen Ping's mind buzzed with curiosity.

He promptly addressed the system: "System, did you create this Final Forbidden Area of Fa Yuan Valley, or is there another explanation?"

"Fa Yuan Valley is a segment of another world, belonging to a realm that genuinely exists."

"So, this is an authentic Immortal Cultivation Realm?"

"One could interpret it that way. However, there are no humans present; everyone was relocated prior to Fa Yuan Valley's establishment."

"Then what is this?"

Wen Ping gestured towards the verse inscribed on the stone wall.

And the intriguing semi-cursive script!

The system offered no response.

Wen Ping inferred that the system, too, lacked the answer.

He immediately began scanning his surroundings, his attention drawn to the character for "alone," within which a small hole was visible.

When Wen Ping extended his Spiritual Power to probe the opening, he was astonished to find it being repelled.

This was an unprecedented occurrence for Wen Ping—an object capable of deflecting his Spiritual Power.

"I must investigate this further!"

Wen Ping immediately flew towards the stone cave, landing at its entrance, which was roughly the height of a person. After taking only a few steps inside, he observed the ground strewn with both shattered and intact wine jars, alongside wine pots and cups.

It was evident that an individual with a penchant for wine had resided here at some point; whether the poem on the stone wall was left by this person remained uncertain.

As Wen Ping ventured deeper into the cave, approximately a dozen meters in, he discovered the wooden plaque that the system had mentioned: the Cyan Lotus Sword Trial Land.

"So, I've actually stumbled upon a Trial Land." Wen Ping continued reading the plaque, which indeed provided comprehensive details.

In essence, the Cyan Lotus Sword was conceived by an individual known as the Wine Sword Immortal. The potency of the Cyan Lotus Sword was directly proportional to the strength of one's Spiritual Power. While the principle was similar to the Sword Control Skill, its efficacy was vastly superior.

This was due to the fact that, despite its grand pronouncements, the Sword Control Skill was, in reality, merely a rudimentary form of swordsmanship in the Immortal World.

Truly formidable swordsmanship, like that embodied by the Cyan Lotus Sword, encompassed Sword Techniques, the ability to manifest Sword Intent, and Sword Intent derived from Sword Techniques could even transcend the techniques themselves—a not uncommon phenomenon.

A crucial detail was that this was designated as a single-use Trial Land.

In other words, upon claiming the Trial's reward, this Trial Land would be rendered unusable.

The system abruptly interjected: "Host, not only this one; all Trial Lands within Fa Yuan Valley are unique. It operates on a first-come, first-served basis."

A sudden enlightenment dawned upon Wen Ping.

So that was the mechanism!

"System, what Grade would this Cyan Lotus Sword be classified as?" Wen Ping inquired directly, noting the absence of a grade on the plaque.

"It possesses no Grade, similar to the Sword Control Skill. The Cyan Lotus Sword's strength is dictated by the host's Spiritual Power."

"Another item without a Grade."

Wen Ping's spirits soared with delight.This was precisely the kind he favored.