153: The Sword Domain Takes Shape, Fierce Battle Between the Twin Infants

"What kind of Sword Intent is this?!"

The moment the great evolution immortal slaying sword's hum echoed through the heavens and earth, the cat-and-mouse composure on Ghost Face and Night Crow's faces completely shattered.

As Nascent Soul True Lords of the Netherworld Path, their Dao Heart was as firm as a rock, and they had long grown accustomed to disregarding life and death.

But at this moment, a primal fear, originating from the depths of their Souls, frantically crawled up their spines.

The Sword Cultivators they had killed could fill a valley.

Yet, never before had a Sword Intent given them such a heart-pounding sensation.

Within that Sword Intent, there was the sharpness of metal, the vitality of plants, the scorching heat of fierce fire, the purification of rivers, and the profoundness of the earth.

Five distinct Auras, like five living Divine Dragons, coiled and intertwined.

But at the core of that Five Elements rotation, there was also a sense of ultimate termination that caused all things to wither and return to dead silence.

Creation and Destruction.

Two of the most fundamental and opposing Laws in the cultivation world were perfectly blended together.

How could this still be an Intent?

This was clearly the nascent form of a Dao! A threshold that only Spirit Transformation True Monarchs in legends could touch!

"This child must not be allowed to live!"

Ghost Face and Night Crow exchanged a glance amidst their mental shock.

Fear was quickly replaced by a stronger killing intent and greed.

They realized that the secrets this Golden Core kid possessed must be extraordinary!

Kill him and seize everything he has!

"Attack!"

Ghost Face let out a beast-like growl, his voice hoarse from the intense emotional fluctuations.

Both of them attacked simultaneously, holding nothing back!

Night Crow rapidly formed hand seals, his posture as bizarre as a twisted spider.

He opened his mouth and spat out, unleashing the Spell he had refined with a hundred years of arduous effort.

Countless mournful shrieks erupted from the depths of his throat, converging into a black tide of pure resentful Souls.

Within that tide, one could clearly see twisted, pained human faces, their mouths silently agape, as if crying out.

The air instantly filled with the stench of corpses rotted for a thousand years.

The tide of resentful Souls converged in the air, transforming into a surging, roaring Nine Netherworld River, descending upon Shen Yuanmo's head with a terrifying power capable of defiling and devouring the Divine Souls of all living beings!

This was a malicious Spell specifically targeting the Divine Soul.

An ordinary Golden Core Cultivator, if even a single drop of this river water touched them, their firm Dao Heart would be instantly corrupted, their Soul forcibly dragged in, becoming a new resentful Soul within it, never to be reborn.

On the other side, Ghost Face's attack was more direct and domineering.

He raised his right hand, covered by his black robe, and struck out with a palm from a distance!

The mighty magical power of a Nascent Soul Middle Stage Cultivator, mixed with the Law of Death he had comprehended from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, condensed in mid-air into a gigantic black ghostly claw capable of obscuring the sky.

The ghostly claw was as black as ink, covered with intricate death runes, each rune subtly flickering as if breathing.

Its five curved fingers suddenly spread open, as if to crush Shen Yuanmo and the space beneath his feet into dust.

Facing this world-destroying strike, Shen Yuanmo didn't even bat an eyelid.

He even took a leisurely step forward.

"Playing with Divine Souls and Laws in front of me?"

He snorted lightly, his mind stirring.

Buzz—

Centered around the great evolution immortal slaying sword in his hand, an invisible yet real Domain instantly enveloped a hundred-zhang radius!

Within the Domain, the five elements laws—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—circulated gently around him like the most obedient subjects.

And in its deepest core, a faint, almost imperceptible Aura of Destruction lay dormant, like a sleeping emperor.

Nascent Sword Domain!

The terrifying Nine Netherworld River, just as it rushed into the Sword Domain's range, slammed into an invisible wall with a dull thud, its momentum abruptly halting.

Shen Yuanmo raised his eyes.

He extended a slender finger and gently pointed at the struggling, roaring Netherworld River.

"Fire, come."

He uttered two words.

Within the Sword Domain, a wisp of the purest Fire Element Law power was instantly drawn out, condensing into a thumb-sized golden flame lotus at his fingertip.

The lotus gently drifted down, falling into the black Netherworld River.

Boom!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, but an even more terrifying sight unfolded. That golden flame lotus burst into full bloom, like a small sun plummeting into a deep black pool.

Extreme light and heat instantly engulfed the entire Netherworld River. Countless resentful Souls let out silent, utterly mournful screams in the pure Yang flames.

The black resentful Qi on their bodies sizzled, emitting rolling black smoke, and was then completely incinerated into primal nothingness.

“No!” Night Crow’s eyes were about to split.

Shen Yuanmo ignored him, pointing his finger again.

"Water, come."

Within the Sword Domain, pure Water Element Law power transformed into a crystal-clear, sweet rain, sprinkling down.

The rainwater, imbued with purifying power, washed away the last trace of filth and malevolence from the Netherworld River.

In just two breaths.

That Nine Netherworld River, which would give even Nascent Soul Cultivators a headache, was thus effortlessly disintegrated and purified by him.

Finally, it transformed into streams of pure and vast ownerless Divine Soul energy, which, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, were unceremoniously swallowed by Shen Yuanmo into his ancestral aperture between his brows.

"Pfft!"

Night Crow violently spat out a large mouthful of black heart blood. The Nine Netherworld River, which he had cultivated for a hundred years, being so easily broken, caused him severe backlash.

His face was deathly pale, his eyes wide, as he let out an incredulous shriek.

"Domain power! This is impossible! How can you, a Golden Core Stage Cultivator, possess a Domain!"

His answer was the Netherworld Ghost Claw, which had already slammed down on Shen Yuanmo's head!

However, the moment the ghostly claw entered the Sword Domain's range, its speed abruptly slowed, as if it had fallen into sticky mud.

Shen Yuanmo didn't even bother to look up.

The five elements laws within the Sword Domain circulated on their own. For every inch the ghostly claw advanced, it was worn down by a layer of invisible Law power.

The sharpness of Metal was cutting its structure, the entanglement of Wood was slowing its speed, the profoundness of Earth was suppressing its might... Ultimately, when the ghostly claw reached three feet above Shen Yuanmo's head, the Law of Death it contained had been weakened by more than seventy percent, and its size had also shrunk considerably.

Only then did Shen Yuanmo lazily put his sword fingers together and casually slash upwards.

A seemingly thin sword Aura shield flew out.

With a muffled "boom."

That once arrogant Netherworld Ghost Claw, along with the sword Aura, annihilated into nothingness.

"Hiss..."

Ghost Face, who had been silent, let out a gasp.

His gaze was extremely solemn, staring intently at the seemingly calm area around Shen Yuanmo, and he hoarsely squeezed out a few words: "It's not a Domain... it's that sword! It's a nascent Dao Artifact!"

He understood.

This kid was relying on that divine sword of unimaginably high grade! It was the incomplete "Dao Domain" that came with the divine sword!

"Kill! Kill him at all costs!"

Killing intent boiled in Ghost Face's eyes like magma.

He knew very well that if they failed today, once this child fully matured, the entire Netherworld Path would live under his shadow!

Ghost Face no longer held back, slapping his Storage Pouch at his waist.

A banner made entirely of the pale skulls of some unknown creature appeared in his hand.

He gripped the bone banner and vigorously shook it.

Woo—!

Eerie winds howled, ghosts wailed and spirits shrieked! The temperature of the entire canyon plummeted to freezing point, and even the rocks condensed a layer of white frost.

Twelve tall and burly figures, clad in pitch-black armor, materialized before him out of thin air.

Each figure exuded the terrifying Aura of Golden Core Great Perfection!

They were Corpse Puppets! And they were Corpse Puppets formed into a battle Formation!

"Twelve Capital Heavenly Fiendgod Formation! Crush him for me!" Ghost Face roared.

Red light gleamed in the empty eye sockets of the twelve Corpse Puppets. The moment they appeared, they immediately took their positions according to an abstruse Formation.

Their Auras connected, transforming into twelve black lightning bolts, sealing off all angles from all directions, and pouncing towards Shen Yuanmo!

"Good timing!"

Shen Yuanmo, far from surprised, laughed heartily, his eyes burning with Battle Intent.

Wielding the great evolution immortal slaying sword, his figure flickered, and he actually took the initiative to meet the twelve Corpse Puppets!

He did not transform into a streak of light.

Instead, he walked leisurely into the killing Formation composed of Corpse Puppets, as if strolling through a garden.

The sword light, for the first time, truly shone.

It wasn't a dazzling curtain of light, but a slender, profound, pitch-black crack that seemed to devour all light.

A Corpse Puppet wielding a giant axe chopped down, bringing with it a fierce wind that tore through the air.

Shen Yuanmo did not dodge or evade. Within his Sword Domain, the Earth Element Law automatically condensed into a thick light shield, blocking the giant axe with a 'ding' sound.

Meanwhile, he himself had appeared like a ghost beside another Corpse Puppet known for its speed.

The Corpse Puppet reacted extremely quickly, its sharp claws reaching for his heart.

But Shen Yuanmo's sword was faster.

A pitch-black sword edge sliced through.

Without encountering any obstruction, that Physical Body, hard as a fourth-grade Magic Treasure, was as fragile as a phantom in sunlight before the pitch-black sword edge.

With a single touch, it was disintegrated into primal nothingness by the Law of Destruction it contained.

He spun around, dodging two bone spears shot from behind, and his sword light, like a cool, clear moonlight, swept backward.

The two Corpse Puppets that had ambushed him froze, a thin black line appearing from head to toe, then silently splitting apart and dissipating.

In just a few breaths.

Shen Yuanmo's figure had flickered and moved several times within the Corpse Puppet battle Formation.

Each flicker brought forth a graceful yet deadly pitch-black arc, and each time, a powerful Golden Core Corpse Puppet was disintegrated into nothingness.

Ghost Face in the distance went from ferocious, to shocked, and finally, only blank astonishment and fear remained on his face.

He frantically shook the bone banner, only to find that his Divine Soul connection with the Corpse Puppets was being forcibly severed and erased by an invisible force!

When Shen Yuanmo's figure returned to its original spot, the twelve imposing Golden Core Corpse Puppets, which had formed a grand Formation, had all vanished.

Not even a speck of dust remained.

A deathly silence fell upon the canyon.

Only the wind, whimpering, blew through.

Shen Yuanmo stood with his sword, his clothes unruffled, his hair unmoved, as if he had merely performed a trivial task.

He raised the great evolution immortal slaying sword, its blade gleaming with a glazed luster in the sunlight, pure and sacred, a stark contrast to the recent slaughter.

He pointed it remotely at Night Crow, whose face was ashen and body trembling in the distance.

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly entered their ears, like a final judgment.

"Warm-up's over."

He paused, his cold gaze locking onto Night Crow, devoid of any emotion.

"Now, it's your turn."