Chapter 475
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Chapter 475: Re-Enlightenment!
Su Yi intended to use this drop of essence blood to condense his elemental energy form. Though he possessed no knowledge of this divine bird or even its specific type, he was determined to begin his enlightenment now, using this divine bird to condense his elemental energy form. This would greatly aid him in future combat against enemies.
Time passed slowly in this unknown void space.
Sitting cross-legged, Su Yi’s body—which had been painful to behold with its continuous blood flow—now had mysterious power coursing through it, gradually healing his injuries. His body became increasingly crystal clear as divine radiance sprinkled upon it. The wound on his shoulder had completely healed, leaving no trace of scarring.
The process continued as a mysterious flame began spreading from within Su Yi, emanating intense heat. As the radiance grew brighter, his body began emitting bursts of thunder, with mysterious and continuous forces impacting his physical form.
Su Yi remained motionless, sitting cross-legged like an ancient ascetic cultivator in meditation. His body shone as he absorbed the intense flames. Divine radiance filled the surroundings, emanating ripples of power that seemed to transcend time and space, as if a mysterious force had descended from antiquity.
“Whoosh…” In Su Yi’s mind, his spiritual aura surged and rippled, exuding a dominating and majestic presence that seemed capable of suppressing ancient times and overlooking the entire universe.
The drop of blood contained the remnants of a divine beast’s soul. The divine beast could never have anticipated that Su Yi would train its remnant soul to cultivate the Heavenly Yuan Demonic Soul.
At this moment, Su Yi was completely immersed in a peculiar state, isolated from the outside world. Only the radiant, dazzling aura permeating from his body and the gradually rising power could be observed.
Despite this state, Su Yi’s consciousness remained active. He stood upon a sea of scorching flames while a phoenix-like divine beast flapped its wings before him, piercing through clouds and shattering rocks with its deafening cries as the flames raged onward.
Su Yi’s gaze grew distant, as if petrified, immersed in profound comprehension.
“Splash…”
After an indeterminate time, the phoenix-like divine beast dissipated in the sea of flames, transforming into towering flames and radiance that rushed toward Su Yi. The flames and radiance engulfed him, transforming into a shower of light before condensing into the phantom of the phoenix-like divine beast, which passed through his body.
In Su Yi’s transfixed gaze, only the phoenix-like divine beast undulated in the sea of flames, descending and flapping its wings to strike the heavens…
“Gurgle…”
Within this sea of flames, wind and thunder gradually emerged, mighty and unceasing, while mist and haze appeared, imbued with immense mysteries, endless and boundless.
Finally, the phantom of the phoenix-like divine beast danced around Su Yi, flapping its wings and soaring, while the sea of flames surged and churned, creating terrifying waves. The sight was truly astonishing.
At this moment, it seemed as though Su Yi could transform into the phoenix-like divine beast at will, capable of flapping its wings to strike the heavens, creating terrifying waves, and incinerating the firmament. Yet Su Yi maintained his human form, merely shrouded by the phantom, as if preparing to merge with it and transform into a kind of Dao incarnation.
A terrifying demonic aura emanated from Su Yi’s body—an aura of the supreme demon race, capable of suppressing billions of living beings.
No one witnessed any of this. Had any powerful cultivator observed this scene, they would have been utterly stunned.
Externally, Su Yi radiated like the sun, his aura terrifying, his entire body luminous with countless mysteries circulating within.
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The Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords.
This Grand Swordsmanship Competition proved most frustrating for all outer disciples, inner disciples, and direct disciples of the Divine Sword School.
“Where have the Sword-patterned Stones gone?” they questioned.
“The stronghold of demon beasts at the Demonic Spirit Realm should contain Sword-patterned Stones, but they’ve vanished. Has someone already claimed them?”
“Master spoke of numerous medicinal materials and spiritual medicines in the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords that would benefit our cultivation. Yet nothing remains here!”
“We heard Senior Brother Yun Lingfeng and Senior Brother Liu Yunchuan went searching for Dark Spirit Fruits, but they haven’t even located the Dark Spirit Fruit Tree!”
“Something’s amiss. Too many demon beasts have gathered, making them impossible to handle!”
The Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords had descended into chaos. Most direct disciples appeared lost and confused.
These direct disciples had believed that entering the Battlefield would allow them to demonstrate their abilities. Even if they couldn’t participate in the final battle at Spirit Sword Peak, they had expected to gain significant benefits.
Upon arriving, however, they discovered no benefits remained, not even traces of medicinal plants. All inner and outer disciples returned empty-handed, each in a miserable state.
The mountain peak basked in the setting sun’s afterglow, with hazy radiance spreading around it. A towering tree swayed in the misty light, while a graceful figure stood alone. With flowing black hair and wearing an orange robe, this person exuded an otherworldly, ethereal aura, resembling a transcendent immortal.
This was a teenage girl of sixteen or seventeen, with delicate rosy lips and clear, sparkling eyes reflecting the misty light. Her graceful, slender figure beneath the orange robe outlined beautiful curves.
“Roar!”
An Eight-winged Demon Python lurked dragon-like, shrouded in black light, emitting animalistic roars. Its fierce eyes radiated a faint gleam as it regarded the young girl with caution.
“So, you’re saying several humans not only took the Dark Spirit Fruit Tree but also severely injured your kind?”
The girl frowned, her chilling gaze fixed on the Eight-winged Demon Python. Her black hair was tied back, with loose strands flowing from her forehead, enhancing her wild, untamed aura.
“Roar…”
The Eight-winged Demon Python roared affirmatively, seemingly expressing grievance. The severe injuries on its back remained clearly visible.
How could the Eight-winged Demon Python have anticipated being brutalized by such a seemingly diminutive girl while hiding to heal itself?
“Several humans, their leader carrying a sword…” The girl’s eyes suddenly brightened as radiance flickered within them. An aura emanated from her as she murmured, “I want to see where you’ll run this time!”
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At the Divine Sword School, anticipation grew as the opening of the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords approached.
While some elders remained at their respective sword peaks, the protectors were especially busy arranging for disciples to manage the Grand Swordsmanship Competition affairs.
On Spirit Sword Peak, numerous disciples worked diligently.
“Inspect everything carefully, leave nothing overlooked!” a protector commanded the disciples making arrangements.
The true competition would actually take place on Spirit Sword Peak. Only sixty-eight disciples possessing Sword-patterned Stones could proceed to engage in the ultimate showdown there.
Only those sixty-eight disciples with the most Sword-patterned Stones would qualify for the final confrontation on Spirit Sword Peak.
