436: One sword shatters the calamity, its might shakes the universe.

Above the Nine Heavens, the starry river lost its brilliance.

Shen Yuanmo's figure was like a streak of Chaos divine light flowing against the current, advancing rather than retreating.

He headed straight toward that ten-thousand-zhang thunder dharma idol condensed from the will of the Heavenly Dao.

"Elder Shen... what is he doing?!"

In the distance, Myriad Laws Daoist was scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, subconsciously crying out in shock.

That was the might of a Half-step Mahayana, the manifestation of the Heavenly Dao's will—a terrifying existence sufficient to obliterate any Dao Integration Great Power in this world!

Never mind taking the initiative to fight; the moment that heavenly sword dharma idol appeared,

it was already the limit for Myriad Laws Daoist just to remain standing. His Divine Soul was wailing, as if it would be crushed into powder by that magnificent heavenly might in the next instant.

Yet Shen Yuanmo chose the most arrogant and overbearing method: a direct frontal clash.

"He's crazy... Elder Shen must be crazy!"

Qing Xuzi's face was ashen, his lips trembling, unable to form complete sentences.

Only Daoist Xinghe clenched his fists tightly, and in his clouded old eyes,

besides extreme shock, there was actually a flicker of fanaticism and anticipation that even he hadn't noticed.

He had bet the entire Sect's future. He wanted to see what kind of world-shaking miracle this man he had bet on could create.

Boom—!

Above the Nine Heavens, the heavenly sword dharma idol moved.

It made no wasted movements, simply slowly raising its hand.

That sword of heavenly punishment, constructed from billions of bolts of lightning, slashed down toward the figure as small as a speck of dust!

This sword strike appeared plain and unremarkable.

However, wherever the sword edge passed, space was easily torn apart like a fragile scroll,

revealing pitch-black, deep spatial rifts. Time itself seemed to fall into a standstill under this strike.

Endless lightning Laws transformed into pure destructive power, all converging into the sword body.

It intended to strike the Heaven-Defying person below, along with his Heaven-Defying tool, back into Chaos and return them to nothingness.

This single strike from the heavenly sword dharma idol was enough to instant-kill any Dao Integration Great Perfection.

Facing this world-destroying blow, Shen Yuanmo's expression remained as calm as an ancient well.

He didn't even activate his chaos dao embryo, nor did he sacrifice any defensive Magic Treasure.

He simply flourished his sword casually, and the newly born great evolution immortal slaying sword—its aura so restrained it looked like ordinary iron—lightly poked upward.

Ding!

An extremely crisp clashing sound rang out.

The sword of heavenly punishment capable of shattering stars collided with the tip of that seemingly ordinary iron sword with absolute precision.

There was no earth-shattering explosion as expected.

In the next instant, a scene that left Myriad Laws Daoist and the others dumbstruck occurred.

That invincible sword of heavenly punishment began to crumble inch by inch starting from the tip, transforming into pure lightning Origin power and dissipating in all directions.

As for Shen Yuanmo, his body only swayed slightly as he completely neutralized that immense force.

"This..."

Myriad Laws Daoist made a strange rattling sound in his throat, his mind going blank.

What had he just seen?

Elder Shen had used just one sword strike to effortlessly break a blow of the Half-step Mahayana level!

Above the Nine Heavens, Shen Yuanmo ignored the shock below.

He was currently immersed in a profound and mysterious state.

"The conduction of power is smooth; the compatibility between the Chaos Origin and the sword body is near perfect."

He felt the subtle feedback transmitted back from the new sword while swinging it casually.

A cleave, a thrust, a parry, a slash.

His movements weren't fast; they were even somewhat free-flowing, as if he were practicing a set of the most basic sword techniques.

Yet every sword swing contained a dao rhyme that returned to simplicity.

The heavenly sword dharma idol seemed completely enraged, roaring as it brandished the reformed sword of heavenly punishment.

One after another, lightning sword lights capable of destroying a Small World slashed down frantically from the Nine Heavens.

They turned the entire sky into a hellish prison of destructive lightning.

However, no matter how violent or swift those lightning sword lights were,

Shen Yuanmo was always one step ahead, using the simplest Moves and the most tricky angles.

With the great evolution immortal slaying sword in hand, he precisely struck the weak points of the opponent's sword techniques.

Every collision produced a crisp clashing sound.

With every clash, a terrifying lightning sword light was silently neutralized.

He just stood there with his sword, strolling leisurely amidst the thousands of lightning sword lights, his robes not even slightly ruffled.

This life-and-death struggle, which seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth to onlookers, was to him merely a sparring session to familiarize himself with a new weapon.

What he wanted was not just to master this newly born great evolution immortal slaying sword,

but also to use this battle to completely digest and absorb the Mahayana sword dao insights he had devoured from True Man Taiyi,

finally integrating them into his own sword dao.

After several thousand rounds,

Shen Yuanmo could clearly feel that between him and the great evolution immortal slaying sword,

there was no longer the slightest friction; they were truly of one mind, as if the sword were an extension of his own arm.

He didn't even need to think; his body's instinct could execute the perfect sword strike.

And he had completely lost interest in the heavenly sword dharma idol's attack style, which only knew how to suppress with brute force and lacked any spiritual intelligence.

"A decent whetstone, but unfortunately, too dull."

A soft whisper echoed through the clouds.

Shen Yuanmo stopped his sword movements and slowly raised the great evolution immortal slaying sword, its tip pointing directly at the majestic ten-thousand-zhang dharma idol above the Nine Heavens.

His gaze became incredibly serious for the first time.

"Dao Slash: Return to Void."

The four words were like a murmur from the Nine Underworlds, so soft they were almost inaudible.

The moment the words fell, the seemingly real pitch-black crack in the center of the great evolution immortal slaying sword's blade suddenly expanded.

There was no dazzling sword light, no surging sword might.

A Sword Qi about three feet long, appearing as a deathly gray, slowly drifted out from that pitch-black crack.

This gray Sword Qi was so plain and unadorned that not even a trace of energy fluctuation could be felt.

It was like a phantom, an illusion.

But the moment it appeared, Daoist Xinghe, who was watching from below,

felt a sudden, unprecedented sharp pain in his Divine Soul, as if just looking at that gray Sword Qi would cause him to be completely torn apart.

Horrified, he frantically circulated his Divine Sense, barely managing to protect his mental clarity.

Above the Nine Heavens, the heavenly sword dharma idol condensed from the Heavenly Dao's will also seemed to sense an unprecedented fatal threat.

It let out a silent roar, pouring all its power into the sword of heavenly punishment, achieving the unity of man and sword.

It transformed into a judgment divine light that pierced through heaven and earth, charging fiercely toward Shen Yuanmo and that gray Sword Qi!

However, the scene that followed became an eternal brand that Daoist Xinghe, Myriad Laws Daoist, Qing Xuzi, and the others could never erase.

That lightning divine light, which seemed capable of judging all things, the moment it touched the gray Sword Qi,

was like a dream or a bubble, vanishing without a sound.

Starting from the very front of the light, Laws collapsed, dao rhymes disintegrated, and energy was annihilated.

The gray Sword Qi did not slow down, lightly passing through the body of that ten-thousand-zhang heavenly sword dharma idol.

In an instant, time seemed to stand still.

The majestic and invincible Thunder Giant, radiating the aura of a Half-step Mahayana, froze in mid-air.

In the next moment, its body, along with the sword of heavenly punishment in its hand, was like a sand sculpture weathered by the wind.

From head to toe, it silently dissipated, crumbled, and finally turned into nothingness.

Nothing was left.

One sword!

Just one sword!

A heavenly sword dharma idol of the Half-step Mahayana level was completely annihilated, body and soul!

And that wasn't all.

After obliterating the heavenly sword dharma idol, the gray Sword Qi's momentum did not diminish.

It continued to soar upward, entering that endless tribulation cloud that covered millions of miles.

Chila!

A soft sound, like the tearing of silk.

That terrifying tribulation cloud, thick as ink and suffocating the entire Taiyi Mountain Range,

was actually cleaved right through the middle by this one sword strike, creating a massive gap from end to end.

With the tribulation cloud broken, the Heavenly Dao's will receded like a tide.

The endless lightning Origin, having lost its supporting will, transformed into a sky full of the purest Law nectar, pouring down like a waterfall.

Buzz—!

The great evolution immortal slaying sword let out a joyful hum, and the pitch-black crack on its blade turned into a terrifying vortex, erupting with infinite suction.

The Law nectar filling the sky was like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, all swallowed up by it.

After absorbing the Origin of the entire tool tribulation, the great evolution immortal slaying sword's aura became increasingly restrained and deep.

Finally, it became completely silent, looking no different from a piece of the most ordinary iron.

But below, whether it was Myriad Laws Daoist or Daoist Xinghe,

when their gazes fell upon that sword again, their Divine Souls felt a needle-like pain, and they simply didn't dare to look directly at it.

On Enlightenment Cliff, Shen Yuanmo's figure slowly descended.

He looked over the new sword in his hand, which now lacked any aura, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Rank Seven High Grade, not bad at all."