Chapter 648

Chapter 648: Strike of the Demonic Sword – Nine Pursuits

Yun Ye looked up in surprise at the silver-haired female swordswoman.

Her features were exquisite, with silver hair and silver eyes, extraordinarily beautiful, having reached the pinnacle of appearance in the realm of mortals, unmatched by any.

Yet all of this dimmed under her will; the girl who drew her sword against Yun Ye harbored a piercing killing intent and an unyielding fighting spirit.

As a Silver Shimmering Fairy, Mirialia Arelano knew well whether the boy in front of her was a fallen fairy.

“Qing Liu Sheng…”

“Please teach me.”

Yun Ye, for some reason, treated her differently.

A water ribbon wrapped around his right wrist extended and transformed into a three-foot long sword, plain yet unassuming.

Different wills carried different weights.

This woman before him was not at the same level as Storm or Captain Silverlight; she was a warrior challenging him, fully aware of the divine’s might.

“Incredible speed—Release!”

As the words left her lips, Mirialia Arelano struck without hesitation. Her form transformed into a silver flash, unleashing a terrifying fighting spirit that made all spectators feel dread. The sheer volume of her fighting spirit alone made everyone present aware of the gap in power.

It was not merely a matter of personal strength.

This being, known as "Mirialia Arelano," was not just a little strong; she had surpassed the limits of the Silver Spirits (the Arano clan). No clan could reach such heights; this was a grace only the Shimmering Fairies could possess!

“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The silver light swung her holy sword countless times, each strike creating a blast in the air, whipping up a storm. Yet, they were all blocked, unable to breach Yun Ye’s defense.

In a swordsmanship match, it’s about speed, precision, and power. Yun Ye crushed her in all aspects; her sword could not unleash its potential, and as she struck, she was knocked back, her gathered power completely dispersed.

What appeared to be a fierce attack was, in fact, constrained at every turn, causing the silver light to continuously change positions, adapting to counter Yun Ye’s sword techniques.

“The Strike Sword King possesses terrifying swordsmanship talent, capable of rapidly learning and countering techniques. Just a few exchanges, and all her moves will be seen through, and then it will be over!"

“This type of rapid evolution is simply terrifying!”

The swordsmen observing were all wide-eyed, as if witnessing a battle of art.

The stronger they were, the more they could appreciate the value in every strike Mirialia made with her sword.

Even though Yun Ye seemed to have no fixed swordsmanship style, he still possessed habits in both attack and defense. For instance, he favored using his sword with his right hand and did so with one hand.

Targeting his right-handed sword, she could launch an attack from the right side; such an attack might be blocked, but would still arrive just slightly slower. In the eyes of skilled swordsmen, these slight differences indicated opportunities.

Renowned for her skills, the Strike Sword King constantly sought out weaknesses in the details, gradually gaining an advantage to achieve complete victory.

They could feel that with every attack, Mirialia was evolving. In just a few seconds, her style had undergone significant change.

What an extraordinary level of swordsmanship mastery; even as her style shifted, the accuracy and speed of her techniques showed no signs of weakening.

How was her body able to adapt to such rapid changes? Was there no need for training at all?

“Yet the opponent is also a master, keeping up perfectly without showing any signs of defeat!”

In practical terms, although Yun Ye wielded his sword with his right hand, it did not hinder his ability to switch hands. Students at Zixue Academy are well-rounded, making it hard for them to have any weaknesses.

This time, Mirialia encountered a rival. No matter how fast or precise her swordsmanship was, the young man in front of her could accurately dismantle her strikes without leaving any openings.

Every time she adjusted her sword technique, he seemed to synchronize his adjustments, appearing to have no concept of habits at all…

It was not just physical habits; this young man lacked even mental habits, or perhaps like her, he could change at any moment.

Their battle was purely about speed, precision, and power!

As the fight dragged on, Mirialia increasingly felt like she was fighting against herself. Every time she swung the Holy Sword of the Silver Spirits, her efforts were in vain.

This phenomenon even surpassed the pressure inflicted by the Dragon-Slaying Sword Saint, giving a sense of lofty mountains that were unattainable.

“The Sword King… cannot even break through this contestant’s defenses?”

“What are these three contestants?”

“This is the Strike Sword King, one of the strongest swordsmen of this era!”

As time passed, the spectators grew more serious.

The three figures on the sky screen were intercepted by skilled fighters, but their performance was remarkably consistent.

The obstacles were ineffective!

Neither warriors nor mages could form effective barriers against them!

“Hmm, after limiting the rules, the difficulty is indeed not small. Without the Three Major Techniques to support me, it’s too hard to counter this extraordinary energy; I can only find clever ways to deal with it.”

Tiankai laughed happily as she pinned a burly armored man to the ground. This man lay face down without making a sound; he was not injured, just hopeless and had given up struggling.

The onlookers saw the expressions of humiliation and fear on Tiankai’s face.

This woman…

She was too free!

This man was the General of Blood on the battlefield, possessing master-level skills and abilities that were hard to match, enjoying endless glory, yet today he was repeatedly slammed face-first into the ground, losing all dignity, going from roaring and struggling to surrendering in just a few short minutes!

Wherever Tiankai went, there were some who tried to obstruct her, but they hesitated, fearing they would also lose face…

However, the majority of people ultimately had no image to protect; they were empty-handed and unafraid of embarrassment, still attempting to stop Tiankai.

Yet, fewer skilled fighters were willing to step in; their status was too high, and they retreated. These weaker opponents could not stop Tiankai.

“Ha ha, it looks like I will win~~”

Tiankai hummed a tune, her figure flashing by, showing no intention of relaxing as she headed straight for the city gate.

She had already sensed the right path through various conversations and the movements of her collaborators, just like Yun Ye, whose inexplicable return was also in search of the correct route.

Mirialia, looking down from above, could see the whole picture. Her judgment was not something Storm and the others could compare with, so she naturally waited for Yun Ye on the required path.

“What a hassle…”

Compared to Tiankai, Xie Jinglun’s situation was much more difficult. Relying solely on Physical Techniques, he made slow progress, using various methods to evade strong opponents. The enemies he faced were the least and weakest, fitting his strategy.

However, he was also forced to deal with some unavoidable foes—warriors, mages, and even sudden assassins. These could not penetrate his defenses, but they always caused him some trouble. His experience was not as graceful as Tiankai’s and Yun Ye’s.

Yet, he was the closest to the city gate, the first to see the blonde mage at the gates.

Dressed in a robe of magic, adorned with dozens or even hundreds of magical stones, this attire may seem rather shabby, but in this world, it symbolized strength.

Each magical stone records a type of magic and contains immense magical power, and when combined, they create an extraordinary magical formation.

If a discerning person were here, they would realize that every magical stone belonging to this mage was of top quality. One stone alone is worth a fortune, and possessing a hundred is a testament to great wealth and profound background.

Xie Jinglun could intuitively sense the overwhelming magical energy, which was at a level beyond all his previous opponents, and he sighed, realizing he still could not escape strong foes. Relying solely on Physical Techniques indeed had its limits!

“I am Jia Ri·Gai, the current Magic King of the Dragon race. Honorable strong one, you are only fifteen years old and have crossed many barriers with your Physical Techniques. If not for the rules limiting your abilities, this city would probably be insignificant, right? Such strength, even a Golden Fairy cannot match; you come from the human race, don’t you?”

The blonde mage spoke with certainty.

Although Xie Jinglun considered himself not graceful enough, his journey to the city gate could still be described as sweeping everything before him. Such a person did not exist in this realm.

“Do you know about Red Heaven?”

Xie Jinglun asked in surprise.

So many people outside Bicu City knew nothing about the human race and mistook him for some fallen fairy; he thought no one truly knew about the humans.

“Of course! In today’s world, the human race rules… even you young ones can freely play in this world.”

The blonde mage’s once ordinary pupils suddenly transformed into golden vertical slits, and patches of Dragon Scale spread from his neck to his face.

Boom!

At a certain moment, Mirialia concluded her exchange and leaped back.

“Qing Liu Sheng! What are you waiting for? Your strength is far from this; why don’t you attack?”

She coldly raised her sword, pointing it toward Yun Ye.

“Attacking would end it; you won’t get another chance to grow.”

“What is the point of defeating a weaker opponent? Mirialia, has your growth already ended?”

Yun Ye lightly brushed his fingers over the sword’s blade. If he answered “yes,” then he would have to take serious action.

He recognized this girl before him. Unlike most of his complacent kin, she wished to challenge the gods and reclaim her homeland.

The Red Heaven realm is where the outer demons invade this world.

“…”

Mirialia clenched her teeth, and her body trembled slightly. This was anger, this was unwillingness. Although she was reluctant to admit it, she saw her own limits. Chains bound her, preventing her from taking another step forward!

The young man before her had overwhelming strength, and she could not see the limits; she completely…

Could not catch up!

“Qing Liu Sheng!!!”

“You will regret your arrogance. Remember this: the one who defeats you is named Mirialia Arelano, a source of pride for the Silver Fairies…”

“Strike Sword King!!!”

Mirialia Arelano understood the enemy’s strength, but she still chose to challenge. She slightly crouched, pulling her arm back, aligning the Holy Sword of the Silver Spirits with her chest, and took a stance to charge at Yun Ye.

At the same time, a fearsome fighting spirit surged skyward, making those around tremble with terror. This spirit shimmered like silver and was beautifully clear. At that moment, it wrapped around her body and compressed to an extreme point, dramatically turning black and red!

This stance nearly caused an uproar; every swordsman who learned swordsmanship knew what level this represented. This was the highest pursuit for those training in swordsmanship.

Demonic Sword!

"Deadly strike against humans, strike the Demonic Sword—"

Mirialia Arelano spoke each word slowly, giving her all, focusing intensely as the black and red fighting spirit compressed even further!

Boom!

The Pure Black fighting spirit wrapped around the Holy Sword of the Silver Spirits, and every swordsman present felt their blood surge, excitement and fear reaching a peak at the same time!

The Demonic Sword—they were witnessing the legendary ability to transform decay into magic with their own eyes, the pinnacle of sword magic!

This single strike was enough to prove that this girl was indeed the unparalleled Strike Sword King. This was a sword technique that only those who have achieved the extraordinary could unleash. It was said to contain the truths of the world, capable of reversing cause and effect and interfering with concepts; it was far beyond mere swordsmanship!

The Strike Sword King could unleash the Demonic Sword within the realm of Sword Kings!

"The Demonic Sword, is this the possibility contained within different worlds?"

Yun Ye felt the changes in the world as some force concentrated. At this moment, Mirialia Arelano was the absolute main character!

Her Demonic Sword captivated even Yun Ye, who had once become a World God. It was not about strength; it was the crystallization of personal will, a charm that belonged solely to the user, Mirialia Arelano!

Mirialia Arelano moved, leaving a dark trace behind her, like lightning and thunder. For a brief moment, Yun Ye saw an illusion of a thunderstorm, witnessing lightning strike down from the sky and branch out into a net of thunder.

By the time he regained his senses, the girl’s sword had already fallen, and nine streaks of lightning descended from all directions—nine strikes that were instantaneously synchronized and completely without delay!

"Deadly strike against humans, strike the Demonic Sword, Nine Pursuit… the highest Essence of the Strike Sword King, a sword that interferes with space. Regular sword techniques, no matter how fast, always have an order, but the swordsmanship of the Strike Sword King does not; it will unleash nine swords at the exact same moment in different spaces!"

"You can block one sword, but what about the other eight? What a beautiful sword technique!"

Everyone watched in a daze.

They regretted not being able to fully see this move, unable to replay it over and over!

As the ultimate essence of swordsmanship, every practitioner yearned for their own Demonic Sword. Clearly, drawing from the experience of predecessors could greatly shorten this journey!

"Indeed, it is extremely radiant beauty. In terms of swordsmanship, you are a gem without comparison."

"However…"

Yun Ye moved, his sword swinging forcefully for the first time, freezing the scenery of the world at that moment, the traces of the nine swords did the same.

He stood in this space of incredible speed, hesitating for a brief moment with his sword in hand, but he swung it nonetheless.

In terms of the same level of swordsmanship, this was an unbreakable move.

But in overlapping space, what does it matter if nine swords strike simultaneously?

Whether it was nine, one hundred, or several thousand, it made no difference to Yun Ye; they all froze at the moment he swung out.

His speed was too great—he could strike first despite acting later.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Yun Ye shattered the eight sword shadows projected from the overlapping spaces one by one, and with the final strike, he knocked the sword from Mirialia Arelano’s hand.

As the incredible speed faded away, Yun Ye’s senses returned to normal; he breathed lightly, and various sounds filled the air once more.

"Bang!"

The Holy Sword of the Silver Spirits was hurled into the sky, then fell back down, embedding itself into the ground, shining gradually under the sunlight.

The whole place fell into silence.

They witnessed an unimaginable scene…

The nine simultaneous deadly strikes of the Demonic Sword shattered in an instant. Before they could react, the Holy Sword of the Silver Spirits in Mirialia Arelano’s hand had been knocked away, implanting itself into the ground with a clear ringing sound, leaving Mirialia Arelano staring in shock.

Mirialia’s whole body trembled; she clenched her fists, gritting her teeth. The boy standing before her seemed to magnify infinitely, towering over her like a giant looking down from the heavens.

She couldn’t see clearly…

She couldn’t even make out the trajectory of his sword swing.

She felt an unprecedented despair, a gap in strength, a disparity in talent…

She always knew how powerful the human race was; she also knew that even her respected queen could not withstand them.

She had always known.

But that was all. No matter how much she imagined the strength of the human geniuses in the past, she had never experienced it herself; such imagination felt too dull.

Only by experiencing it could she truly understand.

In just one move, she realized that this was a strength she could never catch up to, no matter how hard she tried in her lifetime.

There existed an unimaginable gap in talent between them.

What is the saddest thing for a person?

It is realizing clearly that there are some beings in the world that one can never surpass, despite the unwillingness to be ordinary.

A clear example is probably literature.

When the works throughout history are all gathered before her, no matter which page she turns to, she will genuinely understand one thing: there is no way she could ever write such works.

Ordinary beings might just casually sigh, marveling at how talented Li Bai was or how great Lu Xun was, and then turn the page, forgetting it all and leaving it in the corner of their minds.

After all, this is not their territory; what does it matter how impressive these people were?

Without that direct experience…

But what if it were an author currently creating poetry and prose?

What kind of reaction would they have upon seeing these great works?

It’s simple. The more one delves into this field, the more they understand the limits of their own talent, the more despair they feel over their powerlessness. Many cannot overcome this psychological barrier and must give up writing.

And how can ancient scholars’ senses compare to those of living people today?

Yun Ye stood here, effortlessly defeating Mirialia, and for her, it was as if the sky had fallen and the earth had cracked…

When she understood that she could never surpass the boy before her, Mirialia also realized that her future was utterly bleak.

Why were the queen and the elders willing to submit to the human race? Why didn’t they incite the emotions of their people in any situation, urging them to resist the humans?

It was impossible to win.

That was all.

The gap was so vast that it transcended understanding, exceeding imagination, leaving her at a loss even on how to resist.

"Swish…"

Mirialia Arelano drew the Holy Sword of the Silver Spirits, remaining silent as she charged at Yun Ye once again.

She still had courage!

If she couldn’t cross that line, could she simply give up?

Can’t reach the finish line; does that mean the journey is meaningless?

Such a thing does not exist!

“Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!”

The sounds of steel clashing echoed endlessly. Unlike before, Mirialia had nearly exhausted her fighting spirit; she was now fighting with her body and unwavering will as she swung her sword.

She was still growing; she still wanted to grow. This belief was different. Compared to the iron-blooded warriors emerging from a sea of corpses, this feeling of helpless despair was another kind of torment. Yun Ye hesitated for a brief moment as he gripped his sword; he couldn’t help but think of the modern…

A modern age of unaccomplished dreams.

“Clang!”

Yun Ye knocked Mirialia’s sword aside, but her arm flickered with a brief moment of fighting spirit as she forcefully accelerated, swinging her sword again, not allowing any pause in her attack.

Modern times…

He had indeed accomplished nothing.

Just a cog in the vast machine of working individuals, barely getting by.

Like most people, he lacked exceptional talent and a solid background; he only had a fairly stable life. Thus, he chose a path with no pressure, living freely without debt in a game of life.

But once, he had eagerly thirsted for knowledge, dreaming of making a mark. Reality, however, told him that he was far from a genius; if he wanted to succeed, he needed to work tirelessly, but even that didn’t guarantee success. So he gave up, settling for mediocrity until one day he unexpectedly traveled to another realm.

In his first life, his belief had reignited. He wondered if he could achieve something great again in this new life.

But then reality hit him hard.

Could someone who couldn’t succeed in the modern world find success in ancient times? With knowledge ahead of its time? Unfortunately, mere knowledge was not enough to open doors in modern times; let alone in ancient times, no one would talk to him about human rights or intellectual property.

He failed again.

What he didn’t foresee was that he would actually have a third chance, a fourth chance…

What of ordinary beings?

Again and again, he had begun anew. Couldn’t this be less than your talent or background?

This was the source of his confidence; he felt too weak, weak enough that he needed to accumulate experience over many lifetimes to achieve anything.

“Clang!”

The two separated, and Yun Ye wore a smile, suddenly breaking into laughter. “I truly feel as if I’m seeing my past self. You’re simply stronger than I was; while I faced my unwillingness and directly gave up, you face far more despair, yet you haven’t given up…”

“Hahaha! The world I want to create is one where even ordinary people can rise. It’s still not enough, still not enough!”

“The current Red Heaven realm is not enough!”

Boom!

Under the astonished gaze of Mirialia, Yun Ye swung his sword, stopping before her eyes. Behind him, the sky shattered, creating a mark that stretched into the heavens.

The residents of the city looked towards the sky in shock at that boundless mark, shaking the hearts of everyone…

This was divine might!

“I will envelop all worlds and every time and space in the light of tomorrow; the human race…”

“Shall be the marker for all realms!”

After his reincarnation, the haze that had covered him dissipated. He pressed his hand against his chest, feeling a stirring in his heart, as a sacred song, only he could hear, flowed like a clear spring.

Tomorrow was about to revive.

After completing the rule modifications in his sixth life, he temporarily lost sight of tomorrow, leaving his spirit tarnished. Even his reincarnation didn’t completely cleanse it; his character thus acquired a touch of the late Divine Monarch, too aged.

To be honest, the modern New Heaven Celestial Empire had already met his expectations. The changes he wanted in his second life had largely come to pass. This peaceful era allowed him to live ordinarily, to play games, to enjoy life.

And the ever-present statues of the Divine Monarch and Divine Empress indeed made him proud, allowing him to feel his own value.

People pursue fame and profit; now he had both, what could he possibly find unsatisfactory?

“What is there to be dissatisfied about?”

Yun Ye’s gaze turned toward Greenstone Royal City as a beam of light flashed by like a shooting star, with terrifying presences descending one after another.

Was establishing the New Heaven Celestial Empire enough?

Not nearly!

Suppressing True Immortals, perfecting the New Heaven Celestial Empire, making the entire multiverse a marker for the human race; he still had so much to accomplish!

Once these tasks were completed, he could look back and reflect on his life, praising his achievements then!

“Finally here! I also want to know how many corrupt elements are in the Celestial Empire now…”