Volume 3 - Chapter 333: Chaotic Lifeform - Part 3
A streak of golden light suddenly exploded. In its wake, a sharp sword light slashed through the air, severing several strands of golden hair that drifted in the wind.
Two figures stood amidst this wild and desolate land, surrounded below by towering forests and cascading mountain waterfalls.
“Don’t ask for suffering.”
The white-clad youth on the left spoke calmly, his sword light cold and menacing. This was not an immortal weapon, but the Sword Soul born of his sword dao. Yet the might it exuded was comparable to that of a top-tier immortal sword.
Opposite him stood a young scion of the Ancient God Clan, golden hair flying, his face tense and eyes icy cold.
He had just parted ways with the youngest soul-lifespan companion, and not long after, he encountered this disciple of a Supreme Being.
And the power that the youth displayed… made him take things seriously once again.
“Interesting. So this is the kind of disciple a Supreme Being raises? If this were already the third trial's arena battle, I’d love to face you properly!”
The Ancient God Clan youth narrowed his eyes, the fighting spirit in them burning bright.
“You’d best pray we don’t meet,” the white-clad youth said plainly, as if stating a fact. “Otherwise, you’ll die.”
The Ancient God youth laughed. “The Southern Domain’s battle assembly really is entertaining. I thought I was invincible in this world, but I didn’t expect to find someone even more arrogant. Very well!”
The white-clad youth watched him coldly, eyes devoid of emotion, offering no further reply.
“My name is Shen Wuji. Remember it. I look forward to facing you in the arena!”
The Ancient God youth laughed loudly, his fighting spirit blazing like sparks, though he reined it in. He had come to the Southern Domain not only to challenge the other peerless geniuses, to see if there was truly no one worthy of his blade...
But also to fight for a spot in the Primordial True Realm.
This first encounter had left him quite satisfied.
He had thought that being grouped with those of the True Immortal Realm would be dull. Unexpectedly, it was rather fun.
“When you die beneath my sword, perhaps then I’ll remember you.”
The white-clad youth spoke with chilling indifference.
The Ancient God youth chuckled but said no more. He turned and sped off, leaving behind only a parting remark: “Until we meet again.”
...
Boom!
In the void, three Ancient Fiends were besieging a figure in azure robes.
Suddenly, sword scars began appearing across the fiends' bodies in rapid succession.
“Out of my way!”
Lin Qingying’s eyes were sharp as she swung an invisible sword. Though her hands were empty, her heart bore a sword. No sword light could be seen, yet cuts kept appearing on the Ancient Fiends’ bodies.
If only she had more immortal power and deeper foundations, she could have slain them with a single thought through her swordsmanship.
Alas, her primordial spirit was not yet strong enough, and the Ancient Fiends’ greatest strength lay precisely in their primordial spirits.
“Break!”
Soon, her primordial spirit merged into her void sword technique, and the blade manifested within the sea of consciousness and hearts of the fiends, cleaving their primordial spirits apart.
Whoosh!
Her figure flashed past, leaving behind three Ancient Fiend corpses as she vanished into the distance.
...
“It’s not time yet. Wait until the third trial… then you’ll all see the sword dao I now wield!”
“You must have recognized me by now!”
In the skies, Gu Yan’s sword light danced as he cleaved through five Ancient Fiends. His gaze was icy, filled with hatred. Stepping over the fiends’ corpses, he swept his eyes across the void, as though he could see a place far, far away.
That was the path he had come from.
A path of thorns.
Now, at last, he was worthy to wield his sword and sever them.
...
“Another Dao Flame.”
Li Hao sped through this primeval world, his divine sense extended far and wide. He searched for Ancient Fiends at high speed, constantly hunting, the number of fiend corpses in his possession growing steadily.
When encountering other peerless geniuses, if any needed help, he would lend a hand. If they were evenly matched, he wouldn’t take advantage of them—instead, he simply avoided them and moved on with his search.
After all, there were plenty of Ancient Fiends in this place—no need to fight over them.
Along the way, he also picked up many fiend corpses. Some were mangled, others had been slain in a single strike.
Li Hao resembled a scavenger, searching everywhere.
On a mountain peak, a young man sat cross-legged.
He held a wine gourd in hand, behind him a pile of dozens of Ancient Fiend corpses lay twisted and broken, wings and limbs bent in gruesome ways.
That hellish scene stood in stark contrast to the youth’s leisurely demeanor as he sipped his wine.
Suddenly, he saw a figure racing across the sky and couldn’t help but raise the gourd in greeting, the corners of his mouth lifting ever so slightly.
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