The Sims: I Open the Immortal Path for All Beings Chapter 2309 - 2254–2255: The Terror of the Demon God, A Fist Severing Three Lifetimes_2

Pei Xuanjing offered a faint smile but said nothing, his hands clasped behind him as he hovered in the empty sky, robes billowing wildly in the breeze. His refined features displayed utter serenity, free from any hint of anxiety, despite confronting two supreme experts who commanded the Laws of Time and Space.

The Zhu Jiuyin Ancestor Witch stayed quiet as well, just lifting his hand with casual ease. The motion looked unremarkable, but it brimmed with boundless murderous aura.

His palm descended like a vast cosmic stream arching over the heavens. Every segment of that stream churned fiercely, infused with the core of time, as if aiming to erode the Pei Xuanjing standing there.

Time Dao, the endless flow of time, the relentless march of ages, grinds away every force.

Pang Hong observed this calmly, his gaze fixed afar on that silvery celestial stream spanning the skies. His form stood unmoving amid the furious surges and howling gales, akin to an unyielding pillar, rooted solidly.

Yet right when the celestial stream was set to crash onto him, he softly spoke the word "disperse."

Next, he pointed with one finger, the action appearing leisurely but swift. In that instant, the world seemed to steady itself, with bolts of lightning coiling around his fingertip like a deep blue thunder serpent, twisting as it drew in nearby thunder energies, bolstering its might.

"Disperse!"

Pei Xuanjing's hair whipped about, his mana erupting, surging toward the highest realms. Thunder boomed through the heavens, resembling primordial bolts crashing into the mortal realm, unleashing godly fury. In a flash, innumerable thunder serpents burst from his fingertip with deafening roars.

These bellowing thunder serpents plunged into the endless time stream, causing the celestial stream to heave, as though all motion decelerated. This marked the influence of time, the shadow of eras, relentlessly scouring those coiling thunder serpents.

"How could the power of time be so easily worn away," the Witch God Sect Leader remarked icily from nearby. Oddly enough, he held back from joining the fray immediately.

To the Witch God Sect Leader, depending solely on Zhu Jiuyin's prowess might not suffice to overcome Pei Xuanjing. Still, with the foe having acted first, a probe seemed fitting.

After all, Zhu Jiuyin was present; no rush to step in was needed, as hasty actions ill-suited a mighty figure.

As the thunder serpents raged on, they couldn't escape the grip of time's power, slowly eroding until they faded into oblivion.

Pei Xuanjing showed no dismay; he had likely foreseen this result. His enchanted blade materialized in his grasp once more, unleashing a streak of sword glow that blazed fiercely like the sun, ripping through the emptiness straight into the time stream.

The dreadful sword will nearly bisected the time stream. Though the sword energy got eroded by time's force, the sword will only deepened steadily. Tempered within the time stream, it didn't dull its edge but sharpened it further.

"Timeless!" Zhu Jiuyin murmured softly, his form blending seamlessly into the void.

Seeing the formidable sword will slicing toward him, Zhu Jiuyin invoked his divine powers again, dissolving into intangibility to evade that thread of sword will.

This thread of sword will proved utterly fearsome, particularly after forging in the time stream. The eras not only spared it erosion but layered it denser, spawning a hint of awareness, rendering it deadlier still.

Facing such a horrifying sword will, despite his God-Devil physique, he avoided direct confrontation, knowing it posed grave peril, capable of inflicting heavy wounds.

"Timeless" represents a supreme expression of the Time Dao, signifying that eons leave no imprint on the self.

Time treats every creature equally; from birth, its touch lingers. Each instant of existence carries time's imprint.

This imprint defies alteration or erasure; it embodies time's might and life's essence. Even True Immortals or Taoist Monarchs with youthful looks and endless vitality can't shed time's marks; it's unavoidable.

However, "Timeless" embodies the defiant edge of Time Law masters. In this state, they slip from the present timeline by hastening or slowing flows, thus dodging strikes.

Unlike prior uses, this divine skill advanced deeper, subtly diminishing the sword will's potency by vast degrees, making assaults on him barely a fraction of full force, insufficient to pierce his God-Devil body or cause any damage.

Zhu Jiuyin had long attained Taoist Monarch status; Pei Xuanjing perceived this now, as did numerous other titans.

In earlier days, Zhu Jiuyin's strikes drew from the God and Demon Path, rivaling Taoist Monarch might without the true realm. Now, having truly become a Taoist Monarch, his battle prowess soared far beyond his former self.

Having evaded the sword will, Zhu Jiuyin promptly launched a counterattack.

Zhu Jiuyin's eyes, one dark and one pale, wove together like dusk and dawn. Weaponless, he relied on his formidable frame to deliver a punch.

With that punch, diverse Chaos Demon Gods appeared to emerge at once: a twisting Flying Dragon's form, a snarling White Tiger's shape, and the grand pose of parting skies and cleaving ground shifted endlessly, the blow eclipsing stars and moons, brimming with unstoppable godly force as it assailed the pair in the sky; this strike could overwhelm typical True Immortals, packed with world-shaking might.

Furthermore, his punch wove in time's power, not just hitting the now but echoing through history and tomorrow.

It felt as if this blow, thrown in the moment, could strike the instant before in the past or the beat ahead in the future.

For a standard Taoist Monarch without apt countermeasures, enduring this punch could spell total disarray, perhaps dire harm.

Indeed, some Taoist Monarchs might parry the immediate hit, yet fail against one on their past or future.

A Taoist Monarch's power dominates the now, thrives in the future, but may falter in the past.

Taoist Monarchs know vulnerability; absent full transcendence, without linking past, present, and future in a seamless cycle, a glaring flaw persists, undefended in frail eras.

Most foes can't exploit such a chink, but under a Time Laws virtuoso, it turns fatal.

Ultimately, even a grand Taoist Monarch, sans proper defenses, can't shield a weaker prior incarnation from assault.

Of course, this applies to others. For Pei Xuanjing, it posed little threat.

"A punch across three lifetimes, attacking not only the present but also the past and future. This technique is decent, but to me, it falls somewhat short." Pei Xuanjing let out a soft laugh, swinging his sword to multiply the blade's glow.

Sword glow wrapped the fist's intent, relentlessly cutting off the enemy's current trajectory and those aimed at Pei Xuanjing's history and tomorrow.

To Pei Xuanjing, though he hadn't grasped Time Laws, his sword path now equaled the Sword Emperor's, adept at severing history and tomorrow to mirror the same outcome.

Pei Xuanjing's enchanted blade gleamed intensely, emitting dazzling radiance, unleashing a force that subdued the cosmos, locking time and space.

The enchanted blade cleaved the atmosphere, horrifying sword will stabbing the Divine Soul, a blow erupting from the soul itself, potent enough to eradicate legions.

Boom!

One swing dismantled the fist's intent, and Pei Xuanjing pressed on without delay, delivering another blow.

Thunder God Nine Strikes!

Pei Xuanjing's tone chilled; he shifted his stance slightly, channeling mana into his limbs, his enchanted blade igniting in splendor, as if becoming a sacred hatchet razing all existence.

Each stroke built upon the last, after nine successive arcs, the power peaked, his bared limbs pulsing with colossal vigor able to uphold the firmament.

The Great Tao is simple, Pei Xuanjing's nine arcs accumulated, fracturing the emptiness, a might that rent through Chaos, like authentic thunder rending skies and parting lands, demolishing all principles with sheer dominance.