Chapter 378
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Chapter 378: Smoke and Clouds Disperse
The might was originally shadowless and rootless, merely a sensation formed by condensed spiritual energy. Though it sometimes seemed to gather like a weapon poised to strike, it remained just an illusion of perception. With strong enough mental resolve, this pressure posed no threat.
Yet Shui Qingxuan’s jade finger truly condensed this intangible might into a visible beam. Everyone present could see it and sense its terrifying power.
This defied belief. All witnesses were powerful cultivators, nearly all at the Golden Core stage. Even Ye Yun, who hadn’t formed his Golden Core, possessed deep insights into cultivation realms under the guidance of the Heart of Immortals and Demons and the Ancestor of the Sword Path.
They all recognized the absurdity of this technique. The might had been compressed into a lethal beam containing no trace of true qi—formless yet undeniably potent.
“Elder Seven, Sect Leader, protect Ye Yun and Ling’er,” Su Hao barked at the crowd. “Why are you still here? Go!”
“Dad! Mom! I won’t leave!” Su Ling screamed, tears streaming down her face.
Ye Yun’s expression darkened. Since joining the sect, he’d navigated endless schemes. Only after becoming Su Hao’s disciple had he known true mentorship. If he could fight now, he’d stay—but he wasn’t reckless. Staying would only shackle Shui Qingxuan’s power. If Sage Huo Yun survived, their deaths would follow.
Elder Seven and Yan Changchun hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances.
“Move!” Murong Wuqing’s cold voice cut through. His stony face softened briefly before he inhaled sharply. Claw-like hands grabbed Su Ling and the distant Su Yinxue, launching them skyward.
With resigned sighs, Elder Seven and Yan Changchun nodded at Su Hao and his wife, then fled toward the collapsing mountain to rescue surviving disciples.
Ye Yun knelt midair, kowtowing once before chasing after them.
The princes and Du Chuntian’s group, hidden hundreds of zhang away, scattered like startled birds. The Heavenly Sword Sect’s destruction was certain. Even if rebuilt, it wouldn’t be here—perhaps not even in the Jin Kingdom.
Du Chuntian felt bitter clarity. Today’s events had exposed their ignorance. They’d been frogs at the bottom of a well, thinking Golden Core cultivators commanded respect anywhere. But in the Great Qin Empire, Golden Core experts might be as common as Foundation Establishment cultivators here.
Ambition drained from Du Chuntian’s allies. Their talents capped at Golden Core—transcending it through heavenly tribulation? A pipe dream. Power struggles now seemed trivial, mere obstacles to true cultivation.
They bowed toward Su Hao and Shui Qingxuan before vanishing with their disciples.
Within moments, the Heavenly Sword Sect’s territory stood emptied.
Su Hao and Shui Qingxuan watched the exodus calmly, faint smiles on their faces. Their daughter and disciples were safe. No attachments remained. Hands clasped, they shared a tender glance.
Trapped by the crushing might, Sage Huo Yun had swallowed dozens of pills during the chaos. Flames writhed around his head as his life force burned.
“Sacrificing lifespan to regain peak strength? Even lowering your realm?” Shui Qingxuan mused, eyes serene.
Huo Yun stayed silent. His cultivation hadn’t fully recovered. Failure meant death, spirit annihilation, and a century of cultivation lost. The Nascent Soul stage would remain a mirage.
“Resistance is futile. The Great Demon Divine Art slays Deity Generals. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator couldn’t withstand it.”
“You’ve barely scratched this technique’s surface!” Huo Yun roared. “Witness the wrath of a seventh-level Golden Core master who endured heavenly tribulation!”
He surged forward, body swelling into a seven-or-eight-zhang giant wreathed in scorching flames. A fiery whip materialized in his grip. Its crackling swing unleashed a dragon’s roar.
“The Earth Flame Dragon Whip—a low-quality Immortal artifact?” Shui Qingxuan’s eyebrows rose.
“Perish beneath it!” The whip morphed into a colossal fire dragon, roaring toward the couple.
Immortal artifacts required Nascent Soul-stage true essence to wield. By burning lifespan and overdosing on pills, Huo Yun temporarily mimicked that power. The attack could flatten miles—enough to erase the sect. Thankfully, none remained to die.
“Shall we?” Shui Qingxuan smiled.
Su Hao nodded, gaze tender.
Her jade finger flicked.
“Great Demon Divine Art.”
A pure white beam shot forth—no sound, no energy waves—piercing the fire dragon instantly. The beast shuddered and dissolved. The whip disintegrated into dust.
The beam continued, striking the stunned Huo Yun’s chest.
His final thought: *This explosion will engulf a hundred miles. Even a Nascent Soul Ancestor can’t survive this…*
Silent white light bloomed, bathing the land. When it faded, nothing remained.
The Heavenly Sword Sect’s final battle had ended.
