Chapter 793

Chapter 793: Contesting with the Demons

A sword cleaved through the galaxy, its unrivaled Sword Path manifesting as countless starry sword shadows that sought to pierce the sudden surge of mental energy. A youthful figure clad in white danced through the air like a true dragon, one hand forming seals as if to shatter the oppressive force.

Disciples of the Star Sword Sect, their cultivation levels varied, watched the soaring figure with fervent awe. To them, the white-clad youth resembled a celestial savior. Many female disciples gazed with unveiled admiration, their hearts stirred by his swordplay.

“Xue Yi’s cultivation has advanced again. Truly, he is our Star Sword Sect’s greatest extraordinary genius, now capable of shielding our sect itself,” remarked several elders, pride coloring their voices as they observed the dragon-like youth.

“But how long can he hold? This mental energy likely stems from a Heavenly Immortal. What madness drives such a being to impose their will upon the entire Lingyao Continent?” they sighed, baffled by the sudden calamity threatening their sect’s existence.

Chaos gripped the Lingyao Continent. Sects activated defensive formations while Earth Immortal realm experts strained to counteract the mental onslaught—able only to resist, not retaliate.

Unnoticed, a small sect hidden in remote mountains remained untouched. Within its grounds, a young man and woman sparred. When the girl neared defeat, the tiny python coiled around her finger transformed, blocking her opponent’s Round Blade with a flick of its tail.

“Ling’er, if you keep relying on that Water Spirit Python, I won’t spar with you anymore,” the youth grumbled. The girl grinned, brandishing her supreme Immortal artifact. “Even without Little Water, my Jiao Long Sword would defeat you!”

“Since when did our Gold Mountain Sect raise such a cheeky disciple?” he laughed as they returned to their quarters, oblivious to the python’s puzzled glance. The creature, sensing no trace of the suffocating mental energy, settled back to sleep.

The mental force continued crushing the continent’s will. “Ye Yun” observed Lingyao’s turmoil, his hand closing around a dragon eye-sized black light. Extinguishing it, he brought respite—the land stilled, though smaller sects remained fearful.

“The Path of End… still eludes me.” Regret tinged his voice as strange ripples swirled in his eyes. He vanished, leaving shockwaves of true qi in his wake.

“Heh, influenced by the Heart of Immortals and Demons. A wisp of awakened intellect—terrifying,” mused the demonic aspect. Against expectations, it had fully claimed the Heart, something even Ye Yun’s pure-hearted nature failed to achieve.

Ye Yun reappeared near Nine Demons Burning, his speed surpassing spatial laws’ teleportation—a feat only the Demon Race’s Leng Lingyun, with his Golden-winged Roc traits, could match.

Black clouds gathered as thunder coalesced into twin azure Immortal Swords resembling the Ancestor’s two extremes of the Sword Path. Ye Yun’s extreme cold power flash-froze the blades. Flames erupted, weaving three destructive energies into a tri-colored sword clutched in his left hand. His right summoned the Purple Shadow Divine Sword. With snow-white hair flowing, he stood as both Heavenly Immortal and avenging spirit.

“The Ancestor’s two extremes… such despair-inducing talent,” the Ancestor thought, thrilled. “How far will he push it?”

“A demon god? No—you reek of human Heavenly Immortal!” roared the Faceless Demon as Ye Yun approached. The featureless creature trembled, sensing doom. “Who are you? No demon god bears this aura! Did you fuse both powers to reach the Heavenly Immortal realm?”

“Perish.”

Ye Yun raised his swords. The blood moon glared as a four-hued divine rainbow lanced down. The Faceless Demon roared, summoning a colossal demonic shadow that smashed Ye Yun into the continent’s depths.

A phantom blue giant halted Ye Yun’s descent. He shot upward as white light, the demonic shadow devouring his conjured giant. Unfazed, Ye Yun watched—all according to plan.

“Such pure demonic energy! Your blood could revive me!” the Faceless Demon crowed, absorbing Ye Yun’s energy. “Show me more!”

Bathed in bloody moonlight, Ye Yun’s divine aura resurged. This demon soul’s essence was intact—unlike the broken remnants in the Celestial Tower. Unleashed fully, its power might rival even the Heavenly Demon’s.

Ye Yun dismissed his swords. The blood moon darkened as heaven and earth seemed to merge with him.

“My body remains partly corrupted.” A sinister smile spread as the Heart of Immortals and Demons blazed, its black-white energies purging the darkness within.

The smile lingered. Ye Yun condensed a thunderous orb—Thunder Spirit power compressed to pill-size—and swallowed it, ignoring his freshly healed wounds.

Lightning ravaged his Seventh Level Nascent Soul body, charring flesh. He endured silently, the Ancestor aghast. “Has he gone mad? This pain would break others!”

“What’s he doing?” The Faceless Demon hesitated. Ye Yun’s meridians lay ruined, blood nearly boiled away—a perfect vessel, yet attacking now risked upsetting plans.

Memories surfaced—the Heavenly Demon had fused celestial might into demonic flesh. This human sought the inverse. Seizing that body might grant power to rival ancient legends.

As starlight shimmered around Ye Yun’s near-lifeless form, the sky transformed into a resplendent galaxy—the final act beginning.