Gateway of Immortality
Chapter 419: Blood Defilement Divine Light

Chapter 419: Blood Defilement Divine Light

The ebony sword had completely devoured the Infinite Blood Mulberry Wood, merging into a single entity and undergoing a metamorphosis, advancing into a low-grade astra!

Its jade-green blade emanated an unparalleled sharpness, the sword will on its edge nearly materializing into form, as if capable of slicing through the void itself.

Qin Sang cast a fond glance at the ebony sword, then his expression turned icy as he locked onto the fleeing blood-colored evasion light. His lips parted, and he uttered a single word.

"Go."

In an instant, the ebony sword vanished from in front of him.

The next moment, a deafening thunderclap resounded across the sky.

Thunder rumbled through the heavens, shaking the earth with a force so immense that it could frighten spirits and strike fear into hearts.

Hearing the thunder, the silver-robed man was startled. A terrible sense of impending doom surged within him. He hastily turned his head, only to see an incomparably dazzling sword light streaking toward him at an unimaginable speed—like a meteor chasing the moon.

Despite the vast distance between them, the flying sword reached him in a blink, already within striking range.

The razor-sharp edge of the flying sword carried an overwhelming, unstoppable force, causing the silver-robed man’s expression to change drastically.

The earth-shaking thunder had been caused by this sword light!

At that moment, he suddenly recalled a legendary realm of Sword Dao[1] —Sword Qi Thunderclap!

A sword that moved like lightning, striking with the brilliance of a fleeting arc!

According to legend, even Golden Core cultivators rarely managed to comprehend this realm of Sword Dao. Only sword fanatics, prodigies with unparalleled talent, or those blessed by fate could hope to cultivate it.

Naturally, Qin Sang did not possess such innate talent. Given his urgency to advance in cultivation, he could not afford to immerse himself in Sword Dao, becoming a sword-obsessed hermit who spent his days meditating on sword will.

Instead, Sword Qi Thunderclap was the second supernatural ability granted to him by the Primordial Spirit Sword Nourishment.

When he broke through to the second stage of the art, he gained the supernatural ability of Formless Sword Merger, which had helped him survive multiple crises.

Several years ago, when he advanced to the late stage of Foundation Building and reached the fourth stage of the art, he had mastered Sword Qi Thunderclap.

After acquiring this ability, Qin Sang had spent considerable time in seclusion, carefully refining his control. He soon realized that Sword Qi Thunderclap lived up to its name—it was terrifyingly powerful.

Its most frightening aspect was its blinding speed. When combined with the astra-grade ebony sword, an opponent of the same cultivation level who underestimated him and allowed him to get too close would have no time to react—the ebony sword would pierce through their spiritual power and flesh with ease.

Understanding its potential, Qin Sang had willingly halted his cultivation for an entire year to master Sword Qi Thunderclap to perfection.

This was an ability powerful enough to influence battles even among Golden Core cultivators. Thanks to the Primordial Spirit Sword Nourishment, Qin Sang had grasped it while still in the Foundation Building Realm.

With Sword Qi Thunderclap alone, he could easily dominate cultivators of the same realm.

If not for the severe side effects of the Primordial Spirit Sword Nourishment, every disciple of Shaohua Mountain would have undoubtedly chosen to cultivate this art.

Upon reaching the late stage of the Foundation Building Realm, after inscribing the fourth killing symbol onto the ebony sword, Qin Sang had gained deeper insights into the art. By nurturing the spiritual sword within the primordial spirit, the four killing symbols, together with the sword will and killing intent of the sword, would constantly assault his primordial spirit.

Without the Jade Buddha’s protection, Qin Sang would have long descended into madness.

This made him admire Senior Qingzhu even more. Just how great was his willpower to endure the relentless impact of sword will and killing symbols on his fragile primordial spirit and still cultivate to completion?

He even set a record at Shaohua Mountain, forming his Golden Core in just forty years!

If Sword Qi Thunderclap is already this powerful, then how terrifying will the fifth-stage supernatural ability, Sword Light Division, be? Thinking of this, Qin Sang grew even more eager to reach Core Formation. His anticipation became almost unbearable.

Had the silver-robed man not fled first, and if the distance between them had been any shorter, he would already be a corpse beneath Qin Sang’s sword.

Sword Qi Thunderclap!

It really is Sword Qi Thunderclap!

The silver-robed man was utterly horrified. No matter how he racked his brain, he could not have imagined that his opponent would be a Foundation Building cultivator who had mastered Sword Qi Thunderclap—a freak of nature!

Throughout the Small Cold Domain, it was an age-old legend that cultivators who comprehended Sword Qi Thunderclap while still in the Foundation Building Realm were few and far between. Every one of them had become a renowned figure, leaving behind legendary tales.

By now, the ebony sword had traveled a great distance, and its momentum had slightly diminished, yet its sword light remained dazzling, radiating an aura of imminent death.

In his desperation, the silver-robed man frantically hurled every spirit talisman from his Mustard Seed Pouch, simultaneously summoning a flower basket astra.

For a moment, countless spells erupted into the sky, casting brilliant, multicolored lights—an impressive spectacle. But before the ebony sword, these defenses were utterly useless. The sword cleaved through them with overwhelming force, shattering them as effortlessly as breaking dry weeds.

"Another astra!"

The silver-robed man’s eyes widened in disbelief. He felt like he was losing his mind.

His master, Daoist Jiupao, was a formidable Golden Core cultivator. Before the downfall of the Kuiyin Sect, he had been the most outstanding of the third-generation disciples, showered with the sect’s favor. And yet, even he possessed only two astras.

One was his life-bound astra, which he had spent an unfathomable amount of effort collecting spiritual materials to refine.

The other, the Yan Luo Banner of Ten Directions, was an astra passed down by their ancestor.

And yet, this opponent was merely a Foundation Building cultivator, not only proficient in Sword Qi Thunderclap but also wielding two astras. What was even more inexplicable was that he could use them both with ease!

When have I ever provoked such a terrifying figure?

If only he knew that inside Qin Sang’s Mustard Seed Pouch, there was still a damaged astra, merely awaiting the right spiritual materials for restoration—he would likely cough up blood on the spot.

In desperation, the silver-robed man hurriedly activated his flower basket astra, sending forth radiant rainbow-colored lights that arced across the sky, illuminating the heavens with dazzling hues. The cascading lights rushed toward the ebony sword, attempting to entangle it and buy time.

If he could stall the flying sword at the moment when its momentum waned, he might be able to escape.

Just as he was preparing to burn his blood and essence to continue fleeing, something utterly shocking occurred.

The ebony sword trembled slightly, and its jade-green blade suddenly surged with an eerie crimson light. A moment later, a streak of blood-colored radiance sprayed out, striking the flower basket with uncanny precision.

The instant it made contact, the flower basket seemed to be defiled by some corrupting force. The vibrant blooms adorning it withered instantly, its once-lustrous colors fading into a sickly, bloodstained hue. Its spiritual essence was utterly extinguished.

Poof!

The ebony sword followed up without hesitation, piercing straight through the flower basket.

What is this blood-colored light?

The thought barely formed in the silver-robed man’s mind before a searing pain erupted in his chest. He lowered his head. Somehow, at some unknown moment, the ebony sword had pierced through his spiritual power and his heart.

Blood sprayed across the sky. His aura vanished completely.

Atop the solitary peak, Qin Sang waved his hand, erasing the residual battle fluctuations, then flickered through the air, swiftly rising into the sky.

Amidst his haste, he glanced around. Throughout the mountain range, several hidden auras had begun to stir—clearly, secluded cultivators had been roused by the commotion of Silver Flame’s death at the hands of the ebony sword.

Qin Sang did not fear Foundation Building cultivators, but he was wary of attracting the attention of Core Formation cultivators from Tianyou Stronghold. He was not yet arrogant enough to challenge those of the Core Formation Realm head-on.

Thus, he had not hesitated to unleash the supernatural ability of the ebony sword—Blood Defilement Divine Light—to ensure a swift and decisive victory.

By devouring the Infinite Blood Mulberry Wood, the ebony sword had gained the ability Blood Defilement Divine Light, capable of severely damaging the spiritual essence of astra. Against mere artifacts, it was effortlessly destructive.

Unfortunately, Blood Defilement Divine Light could only be used once before requiring time to recover.

1. This refers to the Dao of sword, the path of swordsmanship. ☜