“Shua!”
A sword that was brilliant to the extreme, like a meteor, like a river of light, flew out from Zhang Ruochen’s brow.
When the sword emerged, the heavens and earth dimmed for an instant.
“One sword to sever heart and mind.”
The furious sword struck Chu Han’s towering divine body.
The divine body wailed in sorrow and agony, the intent to self-detonate the divine source was severed, the divine qi within lost control, flowing chaotically through the divine veins.
“Desire Sword!”
From Zhang Ruochen’s brow, the second soul sword flew out.
“One sword to sever the divine soul.”
With Zhang Ruochen’s current cultivation that spanned the heavens and mapped the earth, he could naturally mobilise even stronger power from the Sword Ancestor’s sword soul.
The Desire Sword severed the body.
Chu Han’s essence, qi, and soul dissipated into smoke and clouds.
“Mourning Sword!”
The third soul sword flew out.
“One sword to sever the divine spirit.”
As the Mourning Sword emerged, the heavens and earth mourned together.
Yellow springs surged from the ground, blood rain fell from the sky.
“Boom!”
Chu Han’s thousand-zhang-tall divine body crashed heavily to the ground.
The divine body was immensely heavy, pressing down until the surrounding continental plates cracked for thousands of li, the towering mountains and steep ridges all collapsed entirely, the momentum vast and majestic.
On the divine corpse, the divine light did not extinguish, the might still shook heaven and earth, ordinary creatures could not approach.
Only Zhang Ruochen remained suspended in mid-air, his entire body ablaze with flames, the three soul swords flying back into his body. That unparalleled heroic bearing, like a heavenly god descending to the mortal world, or like an exiled immortal overlooking the human realm.
…
Outside the atmosphere of the Sword South Realm, Xue Qing Sheng and the Nether King floated in the empty void of the universe, looking down at the great world below, where mountains and rivers appeared like a map.
A divine spirit fell, the divine light on his body gradually dimming.
They had only just arrived.
Xue Qing Sheng was stunned for a long time, unable to believe everything he saw before him, murmuring to himself, “A pseudo-god, fallen just like that? How could he not even have the chance to self-detonate his divine source?”
The Nether King, however, was not too shocked, instead furrowing his brows tightly, and said, “A pseudo-god from the Heavenly Court actually infiltrated the heartland of the Undying Blood Race so silently, entering the Sword South Realm.”
Xue Qing Sheng caught his breath, helpless as he said, “This is unavoidable, the Sword South Realm has no divine spirits stationed, no protective realm array or protective realm divine patterns set up, let alone a pseudo-god, even a great saint could infiltrate easily. It’s just somewhat strange, why would a pseudo-god from the Heavenly Court take such a huge risk to infiltrate the Sword South Realm? The whole world knows that the Origin Divine Hall has already been ransacked clean!”
The Nether King said, “Help me with two things.”
“First, investigate this pseudo-god’s identity, was it through his own opportunity that he became a pseudo-god, or is he under which true god?”
“Second, invite a formation grandmaster to set up a protective realm array for the Sword South Realm, all expenses to be covered by me.”
As the words fell, the Nether King’s divine shadow had already dissipated formlessly.
Xue Qing Sheng sighed, he as the elder brother, yet had to follow his younger brother’s orders to do things.
A difference of one realm in cultivation meant a world of difference in status and position.
The strong were revered.
Zhang Ruochen suppressed the sword spirit of Chu Han’s flame war sword, took it in hand to toy with it, activated the inscriptions within the sword body, and said, “Not bad! Top tier among king-grade saint artifacts, and it has even nurtured divinity.”
For the Sunken Abyss Ancient Sword to advance to the supreme saint artifact level, it needed to absorb and refine a large number of high-grade king-grade saint artifacts.
This war sword in his hand, at the seven-yuan king-grade saint artifact level, even ten more might barely suffice.
“Hua!”
A shadow of light the size of a water jar flew out from the divine corpse’s brow, transforming into humanoid form, rapidly fleeing towards the outer heavens.
Zhang Ruochen looked up, but did not pursue.
Mo Yin crossed out from space, extended a large hand, grabbed the humanoid light shadow that was about to flee, while using the Pure Extinguishing Divine Fire to refine it, and descended flying.
The humanoid light shadow screamed miserably, roaring loudly, “Zhang Ruochen, you won’t be complacent for long, you will surely die because of the Sword Ancestor’s inheritance, the Sword South Realm buried me today, and in the future it will also bury you… ah…”
Chu Han’s divine star soul’s spiritual will was thoroughly refined by Mo Yin, turning into a palm-sized cluster of soul fire.
Around the soul fire, rule divine patterns flowed, space rippled like the surface of water.
“Master, this divine star soul?” Mo Yin parted her red lips slightly, asked softly and charmingly.
Zhang Ruochen said, “It’s yours!”
Mo Yin was pleasantly surprised, gracefully performed a salute, and said, “Thank you, Master.”
Zhang Ruochen said, “After refining the Five-Coloured Merit Divine Stele, how confident do you feel about passing the divine tribulation?”
“This… hard to say, if before it was negligible, then now, at least three to five percent chance. If I refine this cluster of divine star soul as well, the odds should increase a bit more.” Mo Yin said.
Zhang Ruochen said, “Before you pass the divine tribulation, that will be the time you regain your freedom, no need to remain my parasitic plant any longer.”
There was no joy on Mo Yin’s face, she said, “Mo Yin does not wish to leave Master.”
“I do not mean to test your loyalty.”
Zhang Ruochen’s expression was solemn, he said, “If we do not separate, when you pass the divine tribulation, it will surely implicate me, drawing my divine tribulation ahead of time. When I pass my divine tribulation, you will surely suffer attacks as well, and you will die without doubt.”
Mo Yin was unwilling to separate from Zhang Ruochen, naturally because she knew all of Zhang Ruochen’s secrets, understood that Zhang Ruochen would inevitably become an unparalleled powerhouse in the future. As his parasitic plant, she could still gain endless benefits in the future.
Mo Yin bowed in salute, “If I can pass the divine tribulation, Mo Yin hopes to continue as Master’s parasitic plant.”
“This matter, we will discuss after stepping into the divine realm. The divine realm threshold, for me, will be a massive trial.”
The matter of the curse flashed through Zhang Ruochen’s mind, then he thought no more.
“Puchi!”
Zhang Ruochen pierced Chu Han’s brow with one sword.
The qi sea split open, surging out with incomparably thick divine qi, scorching hot like divine fire.
Chu Han’s divine source, three feet in diameter, in an irregular state, emitted a temperature reaching the million level, containing majestic and awe-inspiring power fluctuations within.
It was as if the destructive energy contained in a star a million li in diameter was condensed between inches.
One could imagine, if Chu Han had successfully self-detonated his divine source, it would absolutely be like a star exploding, let alone Zhang Ruochen unable to withstand it, even the creatures in the Sword South Realm would face extinction of over ninety percent.
The Sword God Realm did not have another great world with such powerful defences.
A pseudo-god self-detonating divine source, even true gods would dread it by three points.
It was just a pity that Chu Han’s spiritual power was only at the sixty-ninth rank, if his spiritual power exceeded the seventieth rank, even if Zhang Ruochen unleashed the Sword Ancestor’s sword soul, he might not be able to stop it.
Of course, if Chu Han’s spiritual power truly exceeded the seventieth rank, Zhang Ruochen would not fight him to the death, nor push him to the brink. If he wanted to flee, he would definitely let him go!
The divine source was preserved intact, with countless rule divine patterns flowing internally.
The rule divine patterns interwove into the shape of a “sword”.
A cultivator refining such a perfectly preserved divine source had a high probability of reaching the pseudo-god level.
Of course, if the rule divine patterns in the divine source were completely destroyed, the divine soul dissipated into smoke, then the value of the divine source would plummet greatly, only usable for absorption and refinement. Or, for refining divine pills.
The divine source was an essential main material for refining divine pills.
It was worth mentioning that the divine star soul was only a part of the divine soul, it was what the divine spirit separated to control the star soul divine seat. The main body of the divine soul was nurtured within the divine source.
A complete divine source contained the divine spirit’s vast majority of divine soul, saint qi, knowledge, insights, rule divine patterns.
Mo Yin asked, “Master, why would a pseudo-god from the Sword God Realm appear in the Sword South Realm? And that sentence he said before dying, what did it mean?”
Zhang Ruochen said, “One hundred thousand years ago, after the Kunlun Realm declined, the Sword God Realm claimed to be the number one sword dao in the universe. It is said that their sword dao also originated from the Kunlun Realm, stemming from the Sword Ancestor.”
“The Sword God Realm must have learned of certain secrets in the Origin Divine Hall, guessed that the Sword Ancestor originated from the Sword South Realm, so they dispatched a pseudo-god to investigate.”
“Earlier in the city, I exposed my identity. This god very likely was lurking in the city at the time, thus harbouring the intent to assassinate me. It is said that killing me comes with an extremely high bounty.”
“Of course, it is also possible that the Sword God Realm possesses some secrets that even I do not know.”
“The Sword God Realm has a long history, enduring for eternity, able to develop a world into the third-ranked strong realm in the Northern Universe through sword dao, it definitely has unique aspects, not to be underestimated.”
…
Zhang Ruochen returned to the Blood Absolute Clan, Xue Qing Sheng had already investigated Chu Han’s identity.
“This pseudo-god is named Chu Han, a disciple under the Famous Sword God of the Sword God Temple. Eight thousand years ago, he refined a divine source and became a pseudo-god.” Xue Qing Sheng stood before Zhang Ruochen, only feeling that his confidence in speaking was somewhat lacking.
Clearly his seniority was higher than Zhang Ruochen’s, but he always felt a level below.
Zhang Ruochen stood under a blood-weeping tree, hands behind his back, with the Entwining Battle God Waist Belt, heroic and resolute, and said, “Sword God Temple?”
“The Sword God Temple has a long history, existing for over a thousand yuan meetings, it is the most renowned sword dao holy land besides the Kunlun Realm’s Sword Pavilion. But ten thousand years ago, the Sword God Temple’s sword dao mysteries were not abundant.”
“There are rumours that the Sword God Temple profited from war spoils, seizing part of the Kunlun Realm’s sword dao mysteries, and only in these ten thousand years did it grow increasingly prosperous. In the Northern Universe rankings, it rose from sixth to third.”
Zhang Ruochen gave a cold laugh, “Truly, with the Kunlun Realm fallen, the myriad realms feast full.”
Xue Qing Sheng said, “The Famous Sword God is an extraordinary figure of his generation, since he has set his sights on the Sword South Realm, he absolutely will not let it rest easily.”
“So, even sitting at home can draw strong enemies. Better to go out and stir things up, take advantage of this chaotic era, and make a war fortune myself!” Zhang Ruochen said.
Xue Qing Sheng was startled, when the Battle God left, he had instructed him that before Zhang Ruochen broke through to the divine realm, he could not let him leave the Blood Absolute Clan’s territory.
Just as Xue Qing Sheng was about to劝 Zhang Ruochen, Xue Qi walked in from outside, and brought in two great saints from the Undying Blood Race.
One male, one female.
The male was handsome, the female stunning.
Qi Sheng and Ying Hu, bowed in salute to Zhang Ruochen, and said, “We pay respects to Ruochen Great Saint.”
Zhang Ruochen cast a glance towards Xue Qi.
Xue Qi understood, pulled Xue Qing Sheng away.
Zhang Ruochen’s expression was stern, he said, “Do you know why I sent for you to be brought to the Blood Heaven Tribe?”
Ying Hu said, “In truth, Ying Hu has always been waiting for the Great Saint’s summons. I believe I possess value greater than a true god, the Great Saint needs me.”
“Haha! So eager to recommend yourself, it seems your days in the Qi Heaven Tribe have not been easy.” Zhang Ruochen said.
