Chapter 1705
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“Starfire Slash!”
With a swift motion, Ye Wushuang unleashed the Nine Heavens Mystical Fire Sword Technique. His sword, like a cascade of blazing sparks, surged forward with unstoppable force.
The giant eagle and the python, sensing the imminent threat, charged without hesitation.
In that very moment,
Ye Wushuang’s sword momentum reached a state of perfect harmony, merging seamlessly with the sword and his own being.
Facing a Star-Plucking adversary with his current Ego-Tribulation strength, Ye Wushuang dared not underestimate the challenge!
Boom! Boom! Boom…
On either side of the mountain path, deep, resonant roars erupted.
The Nine Heavens Mystical Fire Sword Technique, wielded by Ye Wushuang, flowed with natural agility. Each strike burst forth with ferocity, displaying sheer brutality.
The eagle and the python, in turn, unleashed their formidable spiritual energy, howling as they charged at Ye Wushuang from both sides.
However, Ye Wushuang was not limited to a single sword technique.
He activated the Sevenfold Sage Body Art, and four body patterns emerged from his skin.
When he had reached the Fifth Tribulation, Ye Wushuang had condensed an additional body pattern, bringing the total to four.
The Sevenfold Sage Body Art reached its peak at seven body patterns. At that level, Ye Wushuang’s physical form would become as formidable as a supreme spiritual artifact.
Ye Wushuang had cultivated the Sevenfold Sage Body Art during his Ego-Tribulation stage for a profound reason.
Combined with the Nine Heavens Mystical Fire Sword Technique, the Sevenfold Sage Body Art allowed Ye Wushuang to hold his own against the eagle and the python.
But continuing like this would not be enough to defeat the two strange beasts.
“Go!”
In a sudden move, Ye Wushuang delivered a sword strike, imbuing the sword energy with intense flames.
The Primordial Flame of the Four Earthly Images!
While the Nine Heavens Mystical Fire Sword Technique was a supreme spiritual technique with limited explosive power, when combined with the Primordial Flame of the Four Earthly Images, it became an entirely different force.
At the same time,
above Ye Wushuang’s head, a quaint bronze ding, shaped like a square, shrank to the size of a palm and appeared.
The Qianyuan Ding!
As Ye Wushuang’s innate treasure, this ding had been meticulously refined within his body day and night, fusing completely with his being.
The defense of the Qianyuan Ding was Ye Wushuang’s defense.
And at the same time, the Qianyuan Ding could also provide Ye Wushuang with a significant burst of power.
“Come!”
With a deep shout,
Ye Wushuang drove his sword forward.
“Nine Heavens, Nine Swords, All as One.”
In an instant, Ye Wushuang’s Taiyuan Spiritual Sword struck out. Nine sword shadows appeared, but then they merged into one, delivering a fatal blow.
With a sickening *thud*,
the giant eagle’s massive body was split in two, its dark mist dissipating as it met its end.
The python, undeterred by the sight, continued to charge at Ye Wushuang.
“Come!”
Ye Wushuang delivered another strike, finishing off the python.
The two enormous bodies collapsed and dispersed one after another.
Ye Wushuang landed, panting heavily.
“Brother, that was amazing.”
Tang Bingwen rushed over excitedly. “Those two huge creatures looked terrifying, but you took them down!”
Ye Wushuang gave a wry smile and swallowed a bottle of spiritual liquid.
To defeat a Star-Plucking adversary with his current Fifth Ego-Tribulation strength was no small feat.
The Nine Heavens Mystical Fire Sword Technique, combined with his perfect sword momentum, the Sevenfold Sage Body Art, the Primordial Flame of the Four Earthly Images, and his innate treasure, the Qianyuan Ding, was already a considerable burden for Ye Wushuang.
“These two creatures were only at the initial Star-Plucking level. If they were at the mid or late stages, I would have struggled,” he said.
“You were already amazing, brother!” Tang Bingwen was full of praise and delight.
Ye Wushuang sat on the steps, recovering his breath. Tang Bingwen curiously asked, “Brother, how strong were we in our previous lives?”
“Our previous lives?” Ye Wushuang smiled and said, “The likes of Black Duck and Xiao Ziyin are all Saints. In our previous lives, we could easily tear apart Saints!”
“Really?” Tang Bingwen was astonished. “So I used to be that strong?”
“Then why can’t I do it now, brother?”
Ye Wushuang patiently explained, “You’ve been asleep for too long. The Blood-Reversal Technique has placed a great burden on you, causing you to lose your memory. But don’t worry, you will definitely recover.”
“Okay!”
Tang Bingwen had now fully embraced the identity Ye Wushuang had given him, calling Ye Wushuang “brother” with great affection.
After resting and recovering, the two continued their ascent up the steps.
Ye Wushuang had no idea what they would encounter next.
At a height of a thousand meters, looking outward from the mountain, dense mist enveloped the entire mountain.
Continuing their journey, they reached a height of about three thousand meters without encountering any further dangers.
It seemed that the ambushes along the way had come to an end!
Ye Wushuang remained vigilant at all times.
Suddenly,
at the end of the mountain path ahead, a dilapidated temple came into view.
The temple appeared quite large, but it was unclear how many years it had been abandoned. At a glance, it looked tattered and worn.
Approaching the temple, they saw two wooden doors; one had already fallen to the ground, and the other was crooked, as if it might collapse at any moment.
Inside the temple, the floor was covered with withered leaves and weeds.
Looking around, there was a temple hall straight ahead, but it had long been in disrepair and was now completely desolate.
This place, upon closer inspection, seemed as if a strong gust of wind could blow it all away.
Ye Wushuang gripped the Taiyuan Spiritual Sword and stepped forward.
They had gone through so much trouble to get here; it couldn’t just be an abandoned temple.
The encounters with the several Saints earlier were enough to prove the extraordinariness of this place.
The two of them entered the temple hall step by step. A gust of wind blew in, carrying with it a faint scent of incense.
The temple hall was rather empty. In the front, there were several statues, but they were already decayed beyond recognition.
In front of the central statue, a stick of incense was burning, and the faint scent of incense was wafting from it.
“It smells really good!” Tang Bingwen couldn’t help but say.
But soon, Tang Bingwen rubbed his temples, feeling drowsy. “Brother, I feel… a bit sleepy for some reason.”
Thud.
As soon as Tang Bingwen finished speaking, Ye Wushuang’s body went limp, and he fell to the ground.
“Brother… what’s…”
Thud.
Tang Bingwen’s body also went limp, and he fell onto Ye Wushuang, falling into a deep sleep with even breathing…
