Lu Xuan pressed his lips tightly together, saying nothing, as the aura around him suddenly condensed.
The Primordial Spirit power within his Divine Mansion vibrated violently, surging forth from within his body.
Then, with a slight movement of his arm—casual yet carrying an undeniable resolve—Lu Xuan gripped the Netherflame Dark Saber and gave it a gentle swing.
In an instant, the void was torn open with a crack, and a dazzling purple-flame blade light materialized out of thin air without warning.
This purple-flame blade light was like the karmic fire from the deepest reaches of the underworld, carrying endless slaughter and searing heat as it slashed toward the yin-energy white mist that shrouded the sky above.
That oppressive white mist of yin energy, weighing down upon the prefectural city, seemed like the layered millennium-old grudges of countless restless souls, wantonly pervading every inch of space within the city’s heavens and earth.
Yet, before Lu Xuan’s overbearingly dominant purple-flame blade light,
that seemingly indestructible yin-energy white mist instantly proved fragile and powerless. The moment they made contact, it dissipated as swiftly as foam.
In just one exchange, the yin-energy white mist above Haoran Prefecture City was easily torn apart by the purple-flame blade light.
Threads of yin energy dissolved in the air, emitting faint, mournful whimpers.
Mu Yun looked up and, upon seeing the gaping rift torn open in the sky above the city, immediately understood Lu Xuan’s intent.
He gave a slight nod toward Lu Xuan’s back, then his figure transformed into a wisp of breeze—ethereal yet swift—
and he shot like lightning toward the opening that the purple-flame blade light had carved open.
High in the heavens, that pallid, bloodless woman’s face, skin so white it was nearly transparent, exuded a bone-chilling, eerie texture.
When that woman’s face saw Mu Yun attempting to leave, it finally made a move.
Her eyes, blood-red as fire, seemed to burn with endless resentment and hatred, like two blazing seas of blood-fire, fixed firmly on Lu Xuan.
That bloodthirsty gaze was filled with malice and venom, as if she wanted to devour Mu Yun alive.
“It’s you wretched bastards!”
That voice carried boundless fury and hatred, rolling like thunder.
“Xuan Bird Guards! You actually colluded with the Wen family to harm Princess Xingyue! Today, you shall all die!”
This furious roar, carrying the primordial force of creation, rumbled and echoed throughout Haoran Prefecture City, eliciting a resonance from the vast heavens and earth.
In an instant, the winds and clouds changed, the sun and moon lost their light, and the sky above seemed to be violently shaken and churned by an invisible giant hand.
The entire city’s earth began to tremble violently, every inch of land shuddering crazily.
At the same time, countless buildings rattled, with tiles and bricks crashing down in a clatter.
This earth-shattering scene was as if an ancient dragon, dormant deep beneath the earth, had suddenly awoken,
recklessly shaking its body, intent on overturning and crushing everything in the city.
Immediately after, the city’s ground collapsed at breakneck speed, with alarming cracks spreading wildly in all directions.
Thick, ink-black yin energy slowly seeped out from those fissures.
This yin energy was eerily vivid, like a horde of demons that had broken free from hell’s shackles, brandishing claws and baring fangs, surging toward Mu Yun’s position in the sky.
With utterly deranged and ferocious expressions, they rushed forward, hell-bent on dragging Mu Yun into an abyss of eternal darkness.
But just as those torrents of yin energy were about to reach Mu Yun’s vicinity—
a glint of purple flashed indifferently through Lu Xuan’s eyes, and he let out a cold snort.
The next moment, the vast Primordial Spirit power within Lu Xuan’s Divine Mansion erupted violently.
“Boom!”
A dull, thunderous roar suddenly sounded in the boundless void, rapidly spreading into visible ripples.
Then, behind Mu Yun, a terrifying vortex of air current materialized out of nowhere.
Within that vortex lurked endless destructive force, wildly sucking in the surrounding air with a piercing howl.
Those surging torrents of yin energy, before this unstoppable vortex,
were like fragile ants, instantly swept in and annihilated into nothingness, leaving not a trace behind.
And within that brief delay, Mu Yun had already left Haoran Prefecture City, leaving only a vague afterimage that faded into the vast expanse between heaven and earth.
Not long after Mu Yun’s figure vanished, the yin-energy white mist that Lu Xuan’s purple-flame blade light had torn apart rapidly closed up again with lightning speed.
In the blink of an eye, the dense yin-energy white mist had seamlessly restored itself to its previous intact state, as if it had never been damaged.
The bone-chilling white mist of yin energy hung heavily over the city.
Its icy, piercing breath seeped everywhere, wantonly eroding every inch of space within the city.
“I want the Wen family dead!”
This sudden, hoarse roar, laced with corrosive hatred, rang directly in Lu Xuan’s ears.
“Wen Mochen!”
“Wen Fengyuan!”
……
High above, that pallid woman’s face twisted wildly, spitting out names through gritted teeth, each one carrying a blood-deep vendetta and the weight of a thousand pounds.
This eerie voice swirled and echoed over the gloomy city.
Every cry was like a heavy hammer, slamming into this suffocating, oppressive expanse of heaven and earth, making the very air buzz.
Lu Xuan, however, remained utterly unafraid, his expression cold and stern, completely ignoring this nearly soul-crushing power of boundless resentment.
He merely tilted his head slightly, his gaze darting like lightning as it swept across the city.
Then, Lu Xuan parted his lips slightly and murmured softly: “Ah, rest in peace.”
As the lingering echo of this sigh still hung in the air, Lu Xuan’s aura suddenly surged skyward.
“Heaven-Scorching Saber Art!”
Immediately after, Lu Xuan’s roar boomed like rolling thunder, resounding straight through the clouds.
The vast, infinite soundwaves caused even the boundless yin-energy white mist that filled the heavens and earth to tremble.
The reason Lu Xuan had sent Mu Yun away was so that he could go all out.
If Lu Xuan were to fully unleash the Heaven-Scorching Saber Art, even he didn’t know just how powerful it would be.
To put it simply—
even Lu Xuan himself felt a bit of fear at the thought of his own full-powered strike.
Half a breath later, a mysterious and gentle golden light first began to emanate from Lu Xuan’s physical body.
This gentle, arcane golden radiance, like the tender caress of Mother Earth herself, spread outward from Lu Xuan’s form.
Wherever this mysterious golden light reached, it overflowed with boundless, revitalizing life force capable of restoring all things.
Upon closer inspection, within this city shrouded in deathly silence and gloom,
upon some of the once utterly lifeless earth, strands of green could actually be seen breaking through the soil.
They were tiny emerald saplings striving to grow, their tender green leaves unfurling.
These scattered specks of green brought a rare touch of brightness to this oppressive city.
Undying and Indestructible!
After pushing the power of the “Undying and Indestructible” martial art to its absolute limit, Lu Xuan no longer harbored any reservations.
Then, Lu Xuan’s divine-consciousness Primordial Spirit was awakened by a mysterious and powerful force.
At this critical moment, the Primordial Spirit seated cross-legged within Lu Xuan’s Divine Mansion slowly opened its eyes, dazzling like amethysts.
Immediately after, this divine-consciousness Primordial Spirit, identical to Lu Xuan himself, resolutely detached itself from the Divine Mansion.
Once Lu Xuan’s originally small divine-consciousness Primordial Spirit manifested in the world,
it began to expand at an astonishing speed, growing boundlessly larger.
In an instant, an immensely colossal Primordial Spirit phantom stood proudly upon the city’s earth.
At first glance, Lu Xuan’s Primordial Spirit phantom was actually several times larger than that fearsome woman’s face hanging in the sky.
Then, Lu Xuan’s Primordial Spirit phantom cast its indifferent gaze down upon the entire city.
Sealing Heaven and Earth!
The moment Lu Xuan’s Primordial Spirit phantom appeared, it was to seal off this expanse of heaven and earth.
Instantly, time itself within the entire Haoran Prefecture City seemed to come to a standstill.
Every object within it—whether sturdy city walls or the ruined rubble in the streets,
even including that spine-chilling woman’s face—
was, at that moment, cruelly suppressed by Lu Xuan’s terrifying Primordial Spirit power, frozen and unable to move.
The next second, a piercing scream—”Aaaaah!”—erupted from that immobilized woman’s face.
This agonizing cry echoed through the deathly silent city.
Lu Xuan’s Primordial Spirit was incredibly special, unlike that of an ordinary martial artist at the peak of the Divine Mansion realm.
Under the influence of the Heaven-Scorching Saber Art, it had miraculously fused with a strand of the power of Fire Law.
This wisp of Fire Law power, blazing like a scorching sun, caused Lu Xuan’s Primordial Spirit to constantly radiate terrifyingly high temperatures outward at all times.
Facing such scorching heat from Lu Xuan’s divine-consciousness Primordial Spirit, even that anomaly—suspended high above with Cataclysm-level terror—could not help but be tormented by this blazing aura, suffering immensely.
Its originally twisted, ferocious face grew even more contorted, emitting agonized howls.
However, this Cataclysm-level anomaly’s suffering did not last long.
In an instant, a circular blazing sun formed of purple-black flames materialized in the sky above the city.
The scale of this purple-black flame sun far exceeded anything before, and it was expanding at an alarming rate, infinitely.
In the blink of an eye, the interwoven purple and black flames surged forward like a raging, purifying tidal wave,
spreading wildly in all directions with world-destroying momentum.
Wherever the purple-black flames passed, everything was devoured by this boundless sea of fire.
Even the void itself twisted and deformed within this purple-black inferno, emitting strained “sizzling” sounds.
In an instant, the ocean of purple-black flames had already consumed a quarter of Haoran Prefecture City.
Even the woman’s face above the city was enveloped by the purple-black flames.
“Aaaaah!”
From within that purple-black sea of flames came sharp, agonized screams, one after another, like countless vengeful spirits wailing.
The flames of the purple-black inferno churned violently, and within them, a powerful yet unwilling force struggled desperately,
trying to tear through this all-consuming curtain of fire and break free from this boundless, terrifying inferno.
The woman’s face churned the purple-black flames into an even more furious frenzy, their flickering light and shadow casting twisted, grotesque reflections.
“No!”
Within the purple-black sea of smoke, the woman’s face was being mercilessly devoured by the purple-black flames.
They savagely gnawed at her features, her eyes—once filled with eerie malice—
now growing murky under the extreme heat, like two purple-black gems on the verge of melting.
As time slowly passed, that terrifying woman’s face gradually grew blurry.
First, her facial contours became indistinct, as if veiled by a thin layer of gauze.
Then her features began to slowly dissolve, eventually leaving only a vague outline.
The outline of the woman’s face flickered faintly within the purple-black flames, on the verge of disappearing entirely at any moment.
“How I hate this!”
This howl, laden with boundless malice and unwillingness, came from the fading woman’s face, its soundwaves twisting within the purple-black flames.
“The Wen family!”
This hatred was almost tangible, the woman’s face cursing through gritted teeth, as if she wanted to carve the words “Wen family” into the very depths of the underworld.
“Wen—” The woman’s face’s lingering voice was cut off, swallowed by the flames into fragmented bits.
“Princess, save me!”
Then, this final piercing cry tore through the sea of fire, carrying intense fear and a desperate plea for salvation.
However, as the woman’s face vanished entirely, everything was finally swallowed by the rolling purple-black flames, and silence reigned once more.
After the woman’s face had completely dissipated, the previously raging purple-black flames, like a tidal wave that had lost its source,
gradually lost their ferocious momentum and began to dim.
In just a few breaths, the purple-black flames that had filled a quarter of the city, blotting out the sky, left behind only a deathly stillness.
Looking out, a vast expanse of scorched black earth lay exposed.
The once-standing human structures had also been reduced to ashes, clearly incinerated completely.
The only thing unchanged was Lu Xuan’s overwhelmingly massive Primordial Spirit phantom.
It still stood firmly between heaven and earth, its body shimmering with faint purple light, like a transcendent deity above the mundane world.
Those ferocious purple-black seas of flame that had moments ago seemed capable of reducing everything to cinders—
before Lu Xuan’s Primordial Spirit phantom, they were like a gentle breeze, unable to affect it in the slightest.
Because Lu Xuan had been continuously controlling the power of the purple-black sea of flames, concentrating all the might of the Heaven-Scorching Saber Art precisely upon that woman’s face.
Thus, within this blazing purple-black inferno, although the flames had appeared to spread everywhere,
in reality, all the power of the purple-black flames had erupted at the location of that woman’s face.
And Lu Xuan’s own Primordial Spirit phantom naturally remained largely unaffected.
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Host: Lu Xuan
Realm: Divine Mansion True Person (Peak)
Cultivation Methods: Heaven-Scorching Saber Art 5/9 (Deducible), So Near Yet Worlds Apart 2/9 (Deducible), Undying and Indestructible 4/9 (Deducible)
Points: 207,660
Please confirm whether to consume 50,000 system points to deduce Undying and Indestructible!
Please confirm whether to consume 100,000 system points to deduce So Near Yet Worlds Apart!
Please confirm whether to consume 170,000 system points to deduce Heaven-Scorching Saber Art!
A Cataclysm-level anomaly nearly on par with a peak Divine Mansion realm cultivator had actually provided 130,000 system points.
This many system points was only 20,000 less than the Cave Heaven spiritual treasure, the Black Spirit Wood.
Lu Xuan’s gaze shifted away from the system panel, and he slowly extended his right hand.
In his open palm lay a pitch-black hairpin, resting silently.
This hairpin appeared nearly decayed. Its originally exquisitely perfect patterns had been eroded into blurriness, leaving only faint traces behind.
This pitch-black hairpin had fallen from that woman’s face.
