126: Chapter 125 Suppressing the Late Stage of Golden Core

He crashed heavily onto the ground,

and rolled a dozen times before he barely managed to stop.

The Dao Scripture circulated frantically, while the Cold Spring Jade Quenching Record and the Indestructible Body of Ten Thousand Tribulations were simultaneously pushed to their limits. The injuries in his body healed at a visible rate; his broken Meridians were reconnected, and his shaken internal organs were slowly repaired.

But the intense pain still caused him to break out in a cold sweat.

The Gaunt Old Man hovered in mid-air, looking down at him from above, his eyes filled with smugness.

"Kid, stop putting up a desperate struggle," he said leisurely. "You won't escape today. Even if you're lucky enough to escape from my hands and return to the Qingxuan Sect or the Danding Sect, you'll still die."

Yun Ming propped himself up against the ground and slowly stood up.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked coldly at the old man.

The old man continued, his tone carrying a hint of mockery: "You don't know yet, do you? A great Cultivator at the Late Nascent Soul Stage in the Ximing Continent just successfully broke through to Soul Transformation."

Yun Ming's pupils shrank slightly.

Soul Transformation?

A Late Nascent Soul Stage breaking through to Soul Transformation?

Who was it?

A figure instantly flashed through his mind—Cang Xuanzi.

It couldn't be him, could it?

Seeing the change in Yun Ming's expression, the old man thought he was frightened by the news and laughed even more arrogantly: "Soul Transformation! That's Soul Transformation! What are those two Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators sent by the Shenduan Sect and the Xuanhuang Pill Mansion in front of a Soul Transformation expert? They'll probably only have the choice to kneel and beg for mercy."

He became more excited as he spoke, his voice rising a few notches: "Kid, if you're smart, obediently hand over all the treasures on you, and I'll give you a quick death. Otherwise—"

He pointed to the nine figures rapidly approaching in the distance: "When they arrive, it'll be hard for you even to die quickly."

Yun Ming didn't look back.

He knew those nine people were getting closer and closer.

He also knew his current situation—injured, space sealed off, facing a demonic Cultivator at the Late Golden Core Stage and nine others about to arrive.

But he still stood.

Within his Dantian, the five Golden Cores circulated frantically, their five-colored light interweaving to turn into a majestic power that surged into his limbs and bones.

He was waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity.

Seeing that he still hadn't given up, the old man snorted coldly and raised the giant bone palm once more.

"Since you're looking for death, I'll fulfill your wish!"

The bone palm struck down again!

Yun Ming looked up, gazing at the bone palm that blotted out the sky, at the demonic Cultivators about to arrive, and at the invisible barrier sealing the space.

Then he smiled.

The Nine Heavens Sky-Net Sword Array was almost ready.

Yun Ming suddenly slapped the ground, using the counterforce to leap into the air!

He grabbed the cauldron of all things mother qi, clenched his right fist, and the five Golden Cores in his Dantian simultaneously erupted with blinding light!

Cold Spring Jade Quenching Record! Indestructible Body of Ten Thousand Tribulations! Serious Punch!

All his strength gathered into this one punch, slamming hard into the bottom of the cauldron of all things mother qi!

Dong—!

A dull, heavy sound rang out, like an ancient divine bell being struck. Golden flames surged around the cauldron of all things mother qi, making it look like a burning meteor as it dragged a long tail of flame and crashed violently toward the sky-blotting bone palm!

Boom—!

Golden flames and black lightning collided once more, exploding in visible rings of shockwaves. This explosion was even more violent than before; the ground collapsed again, and cracks spread in all directions, with the furthest one even extending a hundred miles away.

And this time, Yun Ming wasn't sent flying.

He hovered in mid-air, his robes fluttering, his aura rising instead of falling.

Behind him, a massive phantom slowly emerged.

It was a sword.

A wondrous giant sword, its body completely transparent as if carved from crystal. Countless fine Formation runes could be faintly seen flowing within the sword's spine. Those runes were extremely complex, layer upon layer, stack upon stack, as if a complete Formation had been sealed inside the sword.

Nine Heavens Sky-Net Sword Array.

Yun Ming raised his hand and pointed.

The giant sword trembled slightly and then split—

One became two, two became three, and three became ten million!

In the blink of an eye, sword light filled the sky like a torrential rain, dense and layered, shrouding the entire sky. Looking up from the ground, one could only see countless flowing sword lights forming a massive sword array that firmly trapped the Gaunt Old Man in the center.

The sword array had three layers.

The original, complete Nine Heavens Sky-Net Sword Array should have nine layers, stacked one inside another, trapping and killing enemies with invincible ease. But Yun Ming had set up the array in haste and only had time to deploy three layers.

Three layers were enough.

Standing in the center of the sword array, the expression on the Gaunt Old Man's face went from shock to greed, and finally to—numbness.

He had lived for hundreds of years; what storms hadn't he seen? What Heaven And Earth Treasures hadn't he snatched? Yet this kid at the Early Golden Core Stage kept pulling out supreme treasures one after another, each no inferior to his Soul Transformation hand bone, some even surpassing it.

That cauldron, that robe, that tower, and now this sword array—

Just what was this kid's background?

He thought of the orders from above, the female Cultivator who had escaped, and the nine comrades rushing over, and a sudden sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

Today's matter might not be so simple.

But he didn't have time to think anymore.

Yun Ming waved his hand!

Ten million sword lights fell simultaneously!

The scene was like the Nine Heavens Milky Way pouring down, or the stars falling from the sky. Every sword light carried a sharp Sword Intent, tearing through the air and piercing the sky as they shot frantically toward the Gaunt Old Man!

The Gaunt Old Man gritted his teeth and drove the giant bone palm to meet them.

The bone palm opened, its five finger bones like five pillars supporting the sky, sweeping through the air. The sword lights crashed into the bone palm and shattered one after another, turning into a sky full of light specks. But there were simply too many sword lights; as one batch shattered, another followed, with even more surging from behind.

The old man desperately circulated his spiritual power, the bone palm flying up and down to shatter most of the sword lights. But his movements had clearly slowed down—the power of this sword array far exceeded his imagination.

Yun Ming, of course, wouldn't rely on the sword array alone.

He raised his hand to perform a hand Seal, casting the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder Curse at the same time!

One purple thunderbolt fell, then two, three, ten, a hundred—the sky full of thunder and sword lights interwoven to form an airtight killing net, shrouding the Gaunt Old Man within!

From time to time, he also activated the cauldron of all things mother qi, making it grow dozens of feet large and pressing it down from above!

The old man was flustered and in a wretched state.

His bone palm had to deal with the sword lights, his movement technique had to dodge the lightning, and his Divine Sense had to stay alert for the giant cauldron that could smash down at any moment. Even with his Late Golden Core Stage cultivation, he was forced into a corner, with several wounds appearing on his body.

How is this possible?

This kid is clearly only at the Early Golden Core Stage, how can he suppress me?

What shocked him even more was that Yun Ming's spiritual power seemed inexhaustible. After fighting for so long, anyone else would have been exhausted, yet his offensive remained like a tide, showing no signs of fatigue.

What the Gaunt Old Man didn't know was that Yun Ming wasn't having an easy time either.

The Dao Scripture was circulating frantically, the Cold Spring Jade Quenching Record and the Indestructible Body of Ten Thousand Tribulations were pushed to their limits, and the five Golden Cores were spinning so fast they were almost afterimages. But even so, his spiritual power was being consumed at a visible rate.

Although those treasures were incredibly powerful, their consumption was equally staggering. Every sword light, every thunderbolt, and every activation of the cauldron of all things mother qi was draining his spiritual power and Divine Sense.

If not for a miraculous Cultivation Technique like the Dao Scripture and the foundation provided by the Cold Spring Jade Quenching Record and the Indestructible Body of Ten Thousand Tribulations, he would have been drained dry long ago.

Yun Ming knew that fighting like this wasn't a solution.

He would eventually be worn down to death.

And those nine demonic Cultivators in the distance were getting closer and closer. In at most half a cup of tea's time, they would arrive. By then, with ten Late Golden Core Stage Cultivators ganging up on him, no matter how many treasures he had, he wouldn't be able to hold out.

He had to find a way.