Chapter 616

Chapter 616: Devil Whip, Burning Heaven

The fire dragon froze mid-air as the black sun pressed forward, determined to pierce through it.

Ling Mo Cheng poured true qi into the Solar Mirror, amplifying its power until it blazed fiercely. The fire dragon roared, its dragon chant echoing across the sky.

Yet despite the surge in strength, the black sun advanced steadily, unaffected by the dragon’s growing might. Though slow, its progress was unstoppable.

Amidst the fiery sky, the black sun glowed ominously, undeterred by the raging flames around it.

Ling Mo Cheng’s brow twitched in surprise. He hadn’t expected the Solar Mirror’s full power to falter against the black sun. Still, as a Misty Sect elder who’d reached the pinnacle of the Nascent Soul stage, he had more than one trick.

“The Xuan Yuan Sect’s leader has skill, but this ends now.”

With a flick of his left hand, a crimson sword materialized, wreathed in flames. Fire Spirit Qi swirled around Ling Mo Cheng as the blade trembled mid-air, each pulse scattering waves of heat.

“Master Hei Xu, recognize this? The Burning Heaven Sword. Survive its strike, and today’s dispute ends. We’ll proceed as agreed.” His tone was calm but laced with arrogance.

Master Hei Xu’s expression tightened slightly, betraying his awareness of the sword’s legend.

“Burning Heaven Sword?”

While Master Hei Xu remained stoic, the Ancestor of the Sword Path reacted with shock.

“Its name alone speaks of power—a sword said to scorch the heavens!” Ye Yun mused, intrigued.

“A supreme Immortal artifact from ten thousand years ago,” the Ancestor explained. “Wielded by the Sword God, it could burn the sky itself. Even Celestials feared it. During the Battle of Immortals and Demons, it slaughtered countless Devil Race warriors, their generals powerless to stop it.”

Ye Yun frowned. “If it’s so powerful, why would the Misty Sect possess it? Wouldn’t greater factions like the Moon Goddess Palace or Lingxiao City claim it?”

The Ancestor chuckled. “Precisely. Such treasures are fought over by all sects. The real Burning Heaven Sword has a spirit matching a late-stage Earth Immortal’s power. No Nascent Soul cultivator could control it—only the mightiest Saints deserve it.”

Ye Yun studied the hovering sword. “Do all high-tier Immortal artifacts have spirits?”

“Rarely. Even top-quality ones seldom do. The Burning Heaven Sword’s spirit magnifies its power, making it peerless. Most artifacts, even supreme ones, lack this.”

Ye Yun’s thoughts turned to the Heart of Immortals and Demons. If it housed a spirit, why hadn’t it awakened fully? Perhaps it remained dormant—a secret he’d keep, even from the Ancestor. Trusting a one-third soul was risky.

Nearby, flames writhed around the Burning Heaven Sword as Ling Mo Cheng roared, “Burning Heaven, Boiling Sea! One strike ends all!”

Light surged as his true qi flooded the blade, its radiance blinding.

Facing it, Master Hei Xu summoned a black whip. With a crack, the Xuan Yuan Devil Whip split the air—and space itself—revealing its terrifying might.