Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 589 - 590: The Power of Creation (4th Update)

Chapter 589: Chapter 590: The Power of Creation (4th Update)

"Holy King!"

Qian Yuan’s rage surged suddenly as he devoured countless spiritual medicines, swallowing all their power and burst out with wave after wave of spiritual power.

This power was wholly imbued into the Ancient Path, causing the path to expand greatly once more.

Each of the seven great sects had mastered one type of power to perfection.

Now, within the Ancient Desolate, the power of the Holy King, two ultimate forces, burst forth in unison, coalescing into a brand-new Ancient Path. It became an indestructible route that no one could shake.

Any force that struck it would be transferred by the Ancient Path into the Ancient Times, disappearing within the river of years.

The Ancient Path was the reliance of the Ancient Desolate Sect among the seven great sects; now, with the addition of the Holy King Sect’s power, this strength was simply invincible.

"Boom!"

The immense War Dragon’s Claw struck down, yet its terrifying power wasn’t enough to even budge the Ancient Path.

The horrific power contained within was diverted along with the Ancient Path, flowing into the Ancient Times.

It did not inflict the slightest bit of damage to Gu Lin.

"Boy, your strength is indeed commendable, even stronger than that of the geniuses from our seven sects by far! Unfortunately, no matter how powerful you are, in front of this Ancient Path, it will all be meaningless!" Gu Lin stood atop the Ancient Path, looking down on Chu Fengmian, and scoffed.

"Give it up. Hand over all the wonders you possess, then kneel and cripple your cultivation. I can end your pain quickly, letting you die a little more peacefully."

"Is that so? You dare to ask me to cripple my own cultivation? Even the elders of your Gu family, the old fellow Gu Zun, wouldn’t dare to make such an audacious statement. You, a mere ant, actually dare to speak such words?"

Chu Fengmian glanced at Gu Lin, looking at him as though he were a dead man.

From Chu Fengmian’s mouth, two words emerged indifferently.

"Fate Transformation!"

These two words were uttered so softly that no one else heard them.

From within Chu Fengmian’s body, the Sword Qi of his life’s core began to stir slowly.

From Chu Fengmian’s hands, the power of this Sword Qi quickly condensed, forming the legendary Fate Transformation Sword.

"Sever!"

Chu Fengmian swung the Fate Transformation Sword lightly in his hands, slashing towards the Ancient Path.

The sword strike seemed casual and understated, devoid of any excess force.

"Ridiculous, with just such a sword, you wish to break my Ancient Path? All power will be assimilated into the Ancient!"

Gu Lin laughed dismissively, directly driving the power of the Ancient Path to meet the strike.

He intended to completely devour the power of the Fate Transformation Sword, transferring it all along the Ancient Path and into the Ancient itself.

"Hiss!"

The moment the Fate Transformation Sword neared the Ancient Path, its power was fully unleashed.

The force wasn’t strong, and it was even much weaker than a casual strike from Chu Fengmian. However, the essence it contained reached the ultimate profundity.

This profundity could not be compensated for by mere strength, as it was not a force of the same level.

It was as if it possessed the power to utterly dominate all the heavens and control the universe.

The Fate Transformation Sword turned into a Sword Edge, slicing directly towards the Ancient Path, striking upon it.

Instantly, the Ancient Path quivered as if sensing some terrifying power.

"Crack!" a sound rang out.

This Ancient Path, to everyone’s amazement, broke apart right in its midst under the sword of creation.

The pathway that connected to the Ancient Desolate Sect was severed.

Right beneath Gu Lin’s feet, the Ancient Path, now devoid of the Ancient Desolate Sect’s support, began to shatter segment by segment, causing him to fall from it abruptly.

"How is this possible? How is this possible? The Ancient Path has actually been cut apart!"

Gu Lin’s complexion changed drastically, turning deathly pale as he unleashed his Spiritual Power in a frenzy, attempting to reform the Ancient Path and regain his invincible position.

No matter how he tried to consolidate it, the Ancient Path shattered every time.

That was because the connectivity of people like Gu Lin to the Ancient Desolate Sect had been completely severed by the power of creation.

The power of creation was the strongest force in the world, whether it be the Path of the Ancient Desolate Sect or the Holy King Sect, all the various martial arts of the heavens would break apart in its presence.

Because creation was the strongest power in the world.

"Without the Ancient Path, you people of the Ancient Desolate Sect are nothing but a bunch of trash! ’Ten Thousand Layers of Sword’! Annihilate them for me!"

Chu Fengmian showed no mercy, as the Ancestor Dragon Supreme Sword in his hand struck down once more.

A single sweep of the sword brought the entire surrounding space into a world of the blade, where each strand of Sword Qi was nearly as powerful as the full-force strike of a high-level Death Realm expert.

The Sword Qi swept through, directly crushing countless disciples of the Holy King Sect and the Ancient Desolate Sect.

Their flesh and blood were devoured by the Sword Edge, merging into Chu Fengmian’s body.

In Chu Fengmian’s hands, they transformed into blood-colored Crystal Stones.

The disciples of the seven major sects, each cultivated with countless resources and having consumed abundant Spiritual Medicines and rarities, possessed flesh and blood that were more nourishing than many exotic treasures.

Chu Fengmian discarded all their impurities, condensing the most quintessential parts of their Spiritual Power into the blood-colored Crystal Stones in his hand.

Each of these blood-colored Crystal Stones was no less valuable than a Celestial Element Elixir.

Now, only Gu Lin and Qian Yuan remained struggling amidst the countless Sword Qi.

In front of them were two Spiritual Artifacts, conjuring power to form a barrier that withstood the surrounding Sword Qi.

These two Spiritual Artifacts were their last resort, their final trump card, and now they could only barely hold on.

Yet to Chu Fengmian, this feeble barrier was nothing more than a last-ditch resistance.

"Break!"

With a fierce claw, Chu Fengmian shattered the barrier, and the two Spiritual Artifacts fell into his hands, being tossed directly into the spatial ring.

At the same time, Qian Yuan and Gu Lin also fell into the palm of Chu Fengmian’s hand.

In the palm of Chu Fengmian, they were sealed by streams of Spiritual Power, as if in a gigantic, inescapable prison.

"Damn it! Kid, if you dare to kill us, the sects behind us will never spare you. You’re from Beimang Academy, and Beimang Academy will be destroyed by the wrath of the seven major sects!"

Gu Lin, caught in Chu Fengmian’s hand, continued to roar desperately.

"Release us quickly, and we can overlook your offenses!"

"Release you? Ridiculous. Still daring to threaten me? I will eventually destroy the seven major sects. Die!"

Upon hearing Gu Lin’s words, Chu Fengmian scoffed, and with a mere thought, Gu Lin’s body began to twist and shatter within Chu Fengmian’s palm, ultimately dissipating into a mist of blood.

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