Chapter 28
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Sword intent, as boundless as the horizon, surged within Fengyun Wuji, an urge to release it that could no longer be contained. From his lofty perspective, he gazed upon figures lurking beneath, a mix of the Zi Xiao Sword Sect and other shadowy presences. As he soared into the heavens, they all craned their necks to look up.
“Humph! You presume that I possess the genuine Xuanming Scroll. If this tome truly belonged to the Sovereign of the Cangqiong Mingyu, its divine mysteries would extend far beyond what you’ve witnessed. Should you wish to plot against me, first reflect upon your own capabilities,” Fengyun Wuji declared with a clear acknowledgment. There are those so steadfast in their beliefs that no persuasion can sway them. Rather than endure endless provocations, he chose this moment to assert his dominance, for the eyes that watched him belonged to no ordinary individuals. Moreover, he harbored a deeper strategy: the Xuanming Scroll’s lower volume held little power on its own, but his silence on its true nature kept the covetous powers at bay.
His words sent ripples of astonishment through the onlookers, even Yi Ruo and his companions were taken aback, puzzled by his bold declaration amidst such a precarious situation.
“Reveal the true incantations of the Xuanming Scroll!” cried several figures as they rose from the mountain’s belly, launching themselves at Fengyun Wuji with the grace of eagles.
Fengyun Wuji’s eyes turned to ice, and with a resounding battle cry, he retreated into the clouds with even greater speed. A peal of thunder shook the heavens, and around him, darkness coalesced, becoming so profound that even his silhouette was swallowed by the gloom, merging with the surrounding obscurity.
A gale descended from above, its howling a stark contrast to the profound silence that followed. The figures who had rushed towards Fengyun Wuji were transfixed by the bizarre spectacle, hanging cautiously beneath the clouds, scrutinizing the expanse of darkness that had abruptly materialized.
From within that void, a concentrated burst of sword intent erupted, an onslaught that forced everyone to muster their resolve and channel their energy to withstand the onslaught. Only Yi Ruo remained unperturbed, though a flicker of astonishment crossed his eyes as he gazed upward.
Fengyun Wuji’s form gradually emerged from the void, transformed as if reborn, enshrouded in a mist of ash, his demeanor a blend of indifference and arrogance. With a sudden, forceful gesture, he unleashed a deafening battle cry, and a colossal sword pierced through his being, cleaving the air with the velocity of lightning towards the amassed crowd below.
The immense sword, as dark and crystalline as the abyss, encased Fengyun Wuji entirely, its length extending infinitely, shattering the very fabric of space and allowing tendrils of darkness to seep from the fissures.
“Trivial tricks!” A martial artist clad in black rose from the ground, intercepting the plummeting sword with a ferocity akin to a shooting star, his fist charged with the might of the “Wuji Moquan.”
The Wuji Mo God, with eons of cultivation under his belt, was renowned for his unparalleled set of punches that echoed with the peals of thunder with each strike. His intervention brought a collective sigh of relief among the onlookers.
No matter how formidable Fengyun Wuji had become, he could not hope to match the Wuji Mo God’s millennia of refinement. Yet, as anticipation hung heavy in the air, a thunderous explosion rocked the crowd, the sheer force of it felt as if their bodies were disintegrating, and then, oblivion claimed them.
From Yi Ruo’s vantage point, an eerie sight unfolded: the myriad of punches from the Wuji Mo God passed straight through the sword’s image, aimed at Fengyun Wuji, yet the colossal sword seemed to be unaffected, piercing through the punches and continuing its descent towards the treacherous martial artists.
Zi Chang’s mouth gaped open in disbelief as he turned to Yi Ruo, “How is this possible?! Yi Ruo, did you secretly teach him our unique penetrating effect… But that can’t be right! Forced penetration shouldn’t have an effect beyond ordinary attacks!”
Yi Ruo nodded, his gaze fixed on the heavens, “His Tianmo Sword cannot possess the characteristic of penetration. The only explanation is that the Tianmo Sword we witnessed was but an illusion; the true Tianmo Sword had already struck the ground before the Wuji Mo God even arrived!”
Beneath the Tianmo Sword, mountains that stood a thousand zhang high crumbled in an instant, and dozens of martial artists, whose skills were no match for Fengyun Wuji yet were driven by avarice, were reduced to dust.
With a single strike of the sword, Fengyun Wuji paid no heed to the fist momentum launched by the Wuji Mo God, which had turned into a meteor and flown away. Instead, he conjured a crystal long sword beneath his feet and, with the art of sword flight, departed from the summit of the clouds. Throughout the land, there were myriad methods of traversing the void, but few could compare to the mastery of sword flight. Among the thousands below, no more than twenty could match Fengyun Wuji’s speed, and aside from the leader of the Zi Xiao Sword Sect, none could catch up to him. Yet, Fengyun Wuji was confident that this one individual would not pursue.
“Yi Ruo, I am in your debt!” Fengyun Wuji whispered in his heart. He had long sensed that the trio from the Zi Xiao Sword Sect—Le Er, Yi Ruo, and Zi Chang—were led by Yi Ruo, who harbored no intent to kill him, thus he remained unafraid.
The five generals of the Demon Realm, witnessing Fengyun Wuji’s departure, were delighted to see that the Zi Xiao Sword Sect seemed disinterested in pursuit and hastily followed in the direction of his disappearance. Behind them, dozens of figures leaped into the air, their desire for the Xuanming Scroll far from quenched. The more formidable Fengyun Wuji appeared, the more their greed burned fiercely.
The cultivation of the five generals of the Demon Realm was far from comparable to Fengyun Wuji’s, yet in the blink of an eye, they were astonished to find that Fengyun Wuji, who had been visible on the horizon, had vanished without a trace. This revelation left them aghast. The martial artists trailing behind the generals also noticed this peculiar disappearance.
“He couldn’t have gone so far!” The Water Demon declared coldly, “Search the area! His escape was a path to self-destruction.”
A white-robed martial artist, in his thirties or forties, glided through the air, halting just behind the five generals of the Demon Realm, then turned to converse with other independent martial artists nearby. All professed ignorance of Fengyun Wuji’s sudden disappearance, their astonishment was palpable. After a few words of agreement, the man in white left.
In the moment he turned away, unseen by all, a smile of triumph played at the corners of his lips…