Chapter 109

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Chapter 109: Supreme Way, Time and Space

Cloud Sea City hasn’t been this lively for over a thousand years. The last time it caused a commotion was when a group of Cloud Beasts mistakenly ran into Cloud Sea City looking for food, and all the cultivators in the city had to come out to chase them back into the depths of the cloud sea.

This time, the excitement doesn’t require as much effort as last time. They just need to stay in place, bet with Origin Crystals, and whether they win or lose depends on fate.

In a place as diverse as Cloud Sea City, there is no shortage of people wanting to make a fortune. Both sides of the gambling house are crowded with people, throwing Origin Crystals into them as if they were free.

Those who believe they have sharp eyes and want to take a big gamble are all betting on the white-robed sword cultivator in the sky, wondering how many heavenly thunders he can withstand, while pretending to explain the secrets to the spectators next to them.

"This young man seems carefree, but he is too stubborn. Others who face the heavenly thunder calamity usually cross a few thunders using magic treasures, take some elixirs to recover their energy, and then continue. But look at him, he hasn’t moved an inch after facing the heavenly thunder. He stubbornly endured it, and I’m afraid he won’t last long."

"That’s true, and I suspect he may have understood some dangerous principles, perhaps the law of thunder. The thunder he has attracted this time is so terrifying."

"You have a point. Therefore, I suspect he is at the end of his strength. He will definitely have to shatter the void within the next five thunders and leave!"

The young cultivator next to them listened for a long time, feeling intimidated by the two elder’s words, thinking they made sense. After hesitating for a while, his trembling hand finally stopped, and he decisively placed a bet, "Alright! I bet he can only endure up to sixty thunders!"

As a result, he slapped down a large sum of Origin Crystal just as five heavenly thunders consecutively struck down from the dome, each carrying a destructive momentum.

Ye Shubai stood straight with his back, without taking a single step back to dodge.

The two Ascension Stage elders’ eyes lit up, rapidly counting aloud, "Fifty-four, fifty-five! This kid is amazing!"

The young cultivator was confused, stuttering as he asked, "Elders, didn’t you say he would fly up within five heavenly thunders? Why… why hasn’t he flown yet?! I just bet seven thousand Origin Crystal, which is the money I saved to buy magic treasures. I can’t afford to lose it!"

"Hey, we didn’t ask you to bet. A newbie without any experience in Ascension Stage dares to join our gambling game. Go away, don’t block us from watching the excitement, my brother."

In comparison, the gambling game on the side of the Light Mirror is more accessible. Even kids who have just entered the Qi Refining Stage know a simple rule: bet on Shang Wuyang to win and you’ll surely make a profit.

The gamblers there were enthusiastically discussing how much to bet. Some crazy people were even selling their treasures on the spot in exchange for Origin Crystals to gamble with.

The disciples of Dongxuan Sect were no exception. The rules within Dongxuan Sect are strict, but after they arrived in Cloud Sea World, they secretly went to the gambling den and made some Origin Crystals for their enjoyment. However, most of that money was spent on the hunter they hired not long ago.

Now that the gambling game is starting again, both squinting eyes and one-stroke eyebrows are feeling tempted. Unfortunately, Elder Zhang is nearby, so they want to do something mischievous but don’t dare to. They can’t help but keep glancing over there.

Finally, unable to resist after hearing others discussing what they will buy with the money they win, the squinting eyes couldn’t hold back and approached Elder Zhang with a pleasing smile, "Elder Zhang, Martial Uncle Shang is currently teaching that ignorant little girl inside. How can we, fellow sect members, just stand here empty-handed and watch?"

He signaled to his companion, and the one-stroke eyebrow immediately understood and took over the conversation, "I’ve decided to show support for Martial Uncle Shang with practical actions!"

These two rascals, wanting to gamble and even finding such baseless excuses!

Elder Zhang glanced coldly at the two of them and spoke slowly, "You two do have a point…"

The eyes of the two disciples lit up, there was excitement!

Elder Zhang turned coldly, not looking at the two, but took out a small bag, "Go, also bet my feelings for Junior Brother Shang."

Squinting at the countless Origin Crystals, they couldn’t help but be amazed. Elder Zhang seems to have brought out everything this time!

They seemed to have foreseen Shang Wuyang’s victory early on.

In other words, they were sure that Wen Yun would die under Shang Wuyang’s sword.

Shen Xinghai watched the two from Dongxuan Sect approach with a blank expression, and they also noticed him and Zhu Erchong, and chuckled, "Hey, aren’t these the two masons from the little island?"

Seeing the two empty-handed, squinting and sneering, remarked, "It’s interesting, earlier you two were disrespectful because of that little girl, now that little girl is almost gone, why don’t you show off in front of us again?"

With a peculiar smile, one of them said, "It seems like you two didn’t bet after all. You must know that the little girl will definitely lose. That’s why you didn’t dare to bet."

The poor duo could only endure the mockery from the others. Zhu Erchong couldn’t take it and retorted, "With so many Origin Crystals, instead of risking them in this bet, it’s better to save them to burn some paper money for your Martial Uncle Shang."

Zhu Erchong always made others want to hit him right after he spoke, no wonder he used to get hit by his master every day at The Second Peak.

You can’t fight in Cloud Sea City, but you can still talk smack.

Squinting eyes and furrowed brows made his chest ache, all he could do was angrily mutter, "Poor guy!"

Those two words had just as much impact on the sword cultivator as Zhu Erchong’s previous statement, aiming straight for the two pitiful sword cultivators.

Zhu Erchong and Shen Xinghai were being criticized but couldn’t show off their wealth like before to slap these fools in the face.

The reason was simple – they were both "poor".

They still had some spiritual jade on them, but no one used spiritual jade in the upper realm! Even a hundred pieces of top-grade spiritual jade couldn’t buy an Origin Crystal!

Just then, Immortal Su Yuan, who had been silent on the side for a long time, couldn’t take it anymore. He stepped out from the hidden crowd and handed a space bag to Little Yun girl, expressionless, "There are still one hundred and fifty thousand Origin Crystals in here, all in for Little Yun girl to win."

Zhu Erchong’s hand trembled as he held the space bag, taking a deep breath, "How could there be so many!"

Immortal Su Yuan glanced coolly and said, "This money is from her for me to help you two forge swords and buy treasures. Since you two are not skilled enough yet, I’ll hold onto it for you for now. It’s yours anyway, you can decide whether to use it or not."

As for him, he confidently walked up to the group from Dongxuan Sect, even rolling his eyes at them.

Fleeing for a thousand years from the occasional pursuers of Dongxuan Sect, Immortal Su Yuan was now calm and had given up on everything.

He was a wanderer without a past, drifting like a stray dog in various places. While others had families and sects, he had none before but now had both, along with this group of unruly disciples.

Since his disciples had provoked Dongxuan Sect like him, why hide anymore? If they needed to flee for their lives or kill, they would do it together.

A fierce killing intent flashed in Immortal Su Yuan’s eyes.

If Little Yun girl died at Shang Wuyang’s hands today, he would risk his life to leave the corpses of the Dongxuan Sect members in Cloud Sea World. Killing one person was not a loss, killing a pair was a gain.

The seasoned sword cultivator tightly gripped his simple and plain dark sword, slowly straightening his slightly hunched back. He discarded his previously sloppy appearance and once again became the proud and envied sword cultivator of Dongxuan Sect.

As expected, the person opposite him squinted and raised an eyebrow, casting a seemingly casual glance at him.

Look, I am the traitor from the Dongxuan Sect that you have been chasing for a thousand years but failed to catch. Now, here in Cloud Sea City, what can you do to stop me?

He squinted and frowned, "Look at that old man staring at us, how dirty his face is covered with mud? Even his teeth have mud on them! Did he eat soil?"

"Oh, he must be a crazy wanderer. Let’s ignore him, so we don’t get our hands dirty."

Immortal Su Yuan: Please, take a look at me! See the dominance in me! Can you show some respect for someone being chased after?

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Inside the tower, the atmosphere was almost freezing compared to the lively scene outside.

Shang Wuyang was never a talkative person. Before going into battle, he wouldn’t boast or explain how right he was, he would just kill.

So when Wen Yun carefully prepared herself and stepped onto the ninety-ninth arena, the sword in front of her, dripping with a strong scent of blood, suddenly flew towards her like a snake ready to strike!

Anticipating this, Wen Yun swiftly dodged, while at the same time, her spiritual power spread throughout the entire arena!

Shang Wuyang’s face remained calm as he wasn’t surprised by her evasion. The first sword strike was just a test, and the second strike aimed at Wen Yun’s vital spot.

Wen Yun felt her mental strength crumbling, she dared not relax even a bit. She felt like dancing on the edge of a knife, knowing that any small mistake could lead to a disastrous fall.

So, she couldn’t afford to lose.

Shang Wuyang’s second attack missed again. The sword that was supposed to hit Wen Yun’s heart area somehow grazed her shoulder instead. The cold sharp blade brushed against a strand of her soft green hair, scattering lightly in the dim arena.

A mysterious gleam flashed in his eyes.

This woman before him was full of flaws, from top to bottom. Anywhere the sword could reach her body, it could be a fatal blow.

Yet, he couldn’t touch her. She always managed to catch every tiny movement he made, using those details to predict his next move and dodge all attacks.

Shang Wuyang lowered his sword and looked at Wen Yun coldly, then suddenly asked an unrelated question, "How many lightning strikes have you endured?"

Did she finally realize the gap in their abilities? Wen Yun narrowed her eyes, staring at Shang Wuyang intensely, not letting her guard down just because he had sheathed his sword.

Of course, she wouldn’t miss the chance to mentally attack the other person.

"It’s not a big deal, just a few hundred questions, more than you anyway."

Talking big is not a crime. If boasting can crush the other person’s confidence, she’s willing to boast a thousand times a day.

Unfortunately, Shang Wuyang’s mindset was too strong. Although he frowned slightly when he heard "a few hundred questions", he stopped talking when he realized Wen Yun wouldn’t answer truthfully. With his sword in hand, he attacked again like a fierce storm.

The swordsmanship of the Dongxuan Sect is famous among countless realms, far superior to lower realm sects like the Qingliu Sword Sect.

Disciples have to give their all to maintain the honor of being part of the sect, otherwise they’ll end up as lowly servants. The almost cruel elimination system of this sect means there’s no room for weakness. And Shang Wuyang, admired by such a sect, naturally excelled in swordsmanship.

Wave after wave of pressure rushed towards Wen Yun.

Shang Wuyang changed his sword technique, no longer simply stabbing at her weak points. Instead, he displayed a phantom-like sword technique, making it seem like there were a thousand swords coming at Wen Yun in her eyes.

The young man holding the sword closed his eyes. His face, pale without a hint of color, only had his strikingly long eyebrows, like two sharp swords flying diagonally, showing his strong killing intent.

The scene reflected in the light mirror was what Wen Yun saw in front of her.

Countless flashes of sword light swept down like a torrential rain, every inch of space surrounded by sword shadows. Even through a layer of light mirror, onlookers couldn’t help but take a step back, feeling a chill down their spine. Putting themselves in Wen Yun’s shoes, they instantly felt despair.

Who could escape such swordsmanship?

At this moment, not to mention other cultivators, even the members of Dongxuan Sect themselves were taken aback.

"Elder Zhang, why haven’t we seen this sword technique from Martial Uncle Shang before?"

"It’s the Shadowless Sword Technique." Elder Zhang struggled to swallow, explaining sharply to the two juniors beside him, "With each kill, the soul of the deceased is sealed as one’s own sword spirit. By releasing it with sword intent, each sword intent is filled with malevolence. This sword technique is said to be created by Supreme Immortal Shangxuan."

"Supreme Immortal Shangxuan… isn’t that Martial Uncle Shang’s master?"

"Yes, only the two of them know this sword technique."

…

Wen Yun could sense every direction of Shang Wuyang’s sword intentions coming at her, but she couldn’t dodge because the whole arena was filled with Shang Wuyang’s sword intentions and a creepy sense of killing. Wen Yun seemed to hear the sharp and mournful screams of lost souls.

These unconscious lost souls became Shang Wuyang’s sword spirit, fiercely piercing towards her body.

Suddenly, a sacred aura burst from Wen Yun’s body, causing the clothes made of scrolls she wore to burst open together, and hundreds of bright defensive magic spells instantly emerged –

"Holy Light Sanctuary!"

The previously dim arena suddenly burst into a dazzling light comparable to the sun, illuminating every dark corner!

When the sword intentions mixed with lost souls touched the dazzling barrier, they quickly melted away like snow under the blazing sun. Faintly, Wen Yun seemed to hear relieved sighs.

She didn’t have time to think much because Shang Wuyang was resolute in his intent to kill and did not stop or show surprise at this sudden change.

His mind focused solely on the word "kill."

After Wen Yun blocked off the sword intentions, he did not hesitate. The black slender sword in his hand stabbed straight towards Wen Yun, coldly touching her forehead under the protection of the remaining sword intentions –

Icy cold feeling.

If he stabbed in another inch, the cold and aloof girl in front of him would be just like the millions before her, with her beautiful yet empty eyes losing warmth gradually, becoming a sacrifice under his Law of Kill.

A sharp pain stung her forehead, the sword had pierced through her skin, about to extinguish her soul.

At this moment, unless fate intervenes, allowing time to reverse, there is no turning back.

Time… reversing?

The Supreme Way in the world, the laws of time and space, are said to be manipulated only by deities.

Wen Yun understood the laws of time and space, but she mostly used spatial rules because time is unpredictable and hard to control. Space only changes one’s or a part of people’s positions, while time… whether it’s stagnant, moving forward, or reversing, affects the entire universe, a small change affecting the whole.

For a long time, Wen Yun pondered about one question, what does time really look like?

This time, she finally got the answer to this question.

In a daze, Wen Yun seemed to see a long shadow spreading behind her, realizing that her spirit had caught up with the passing of time, and also seeing those fleeting images.

She saw her moment-ago self, and also a momentary glimpse of Shang Wuyang, at that time, his sword was just touching her forehead.

This is it, only able to fight for this moment in time, but it’s enough!

The laws of time and space suddenly erupted, time reversed!

Everyone didn’t notice, only Shang Wuyang who thrust the sword felt a strange sensation in his heart, as if he had done this blinking motion before.

His sword once again touched Wen Yun’s forehead.

However, at the same time, the dragon bone wand seemed to predict the future, and swung heavily towards Shang Wuyang!

Under everyone’s gaze, the genius of Dongxuan World was like a wingless black bird, being heavily slammed out of the arena!

The remaining light of the Holy Light Sanctuary still lingered on the arena.

On the stage, only the slim and long shadow remained, holding the strange Dragon Bone Magic Wand, pronouncing the fate of the fallen challenger with a cold and arrogant voice.

"You lost."