299: Nascent Soul Battle!

Shen Wuya slowly closed his eyes, his voice deep as thunder: "Since that's the case, this old man will have to go all out!"

Before he finished speaking— Shen Wuya's aura suddenly changed!

His seemingly ordinary old man's body erupted with an overwhelming pressure!

Spiritual power swept in all directions like a tsunami, the ground cracked, rocks shattered, and even Emperor Qin Zhao Zheng and Xiao Xuanji, who were fiercely battling in the distance, turned their heads!

"Martial Soul! Release!"

A series of "crackling" sounds came from his body, as if nine invisible shackles had been shattered!

Golden light shot out from his Heavenly Spirit, piercing through the nine heavens!

Golden Core Peak... Breakthrough!

Early Stage Nascent Soul... Success!

His spiritual power continued to surge without pause!

Middle Stage Nascent Soul... Breakthrough!

Late Stage Nascent Soul... Success!

Finally— Boom!!!

A vast Nascent Soul pressure, like a galaxy, erupted!

Shen Wuya floated in the air, his white hair moving without wind, his eyes like lightning, golden light radiating from his body, and a hundred-zhang Nascent Soul Dharma Idol slowly rose from behind him, holding a bamboo flute and treading on mountains and rivers!

Nascent Soul Peak!!

"This... impossible!!"

Many Elders of the Taixu Sect around him had their pupils constrict, their voices trembling:

"Tianqi Continent has long been sealed by the Spirit Realm. Above Nascent Soul, Heavenly Tribulation will surely descend, and no one can Breakthrough! This is an iron rule established since the Primordial Era! Golden Core is the limit!"

"You... how could you Breakthrough to Nascent Soul? And in one go, from Golden Core Peak, breaking through four Realms, directly reaching Nascent Soul Peak?!"

Emperor Qin Zhao Zheng also stopped his attack, staring coldly at Shen Wuya:

"What a deeply hidden old dog..."

Xiao Xuanji was even more shocked:

"This aura... it's even purer than this old man's Peak! He... what is his origin?!"

The entire battlefield was dead silent.

Nascent Soul pressure, for those in lower Realms, was like heavenly might descending, making even breathing difficult!

Shen Wuya stood high in the sky, looking down at all beings, his voice like a Heavenly Dao judgment:

"I Cultivate the Martial Soul, which is different from this era, and even from the Cultivation methods of your previous civilizations! A mere restriction cannot trap me!"

The Cultivation of Nascent Soul Peak was terrifying.

Everyone was awed.

Shen Wuya stood in the Void Realm, Nascent Soul pressure like Hell, his gaze like a knife, locked firmly on West Moon.

"West Moon!"

His voice was low, carrying a final warning:

"You and I both know the Heavenly Dao's tyranny, both played in its palm. Your family was destroyed... Have you forgotten such a deep hatred?"

"Turn back now, and there's still time."

"Join our Heaven-Slaying Alliance, and perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope!"

West Moon merely chuckled, gently shaking her jade flute with her jade hand, the cinnabar mark between her brows faintly warm:

"Senior Shen, your words... are too naive. Since I have already pledged loyalty to the Heavenly Dao, I naturally have to pay the price. If I retreat without fighting, wouldn't this loyalty become a joke?"

"Therefore—"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice suddenly turning cold: "Today, I, West Moon, will use your blood to prove my loyalty!"

"Stubborn!"

Shen Wuya laughed in extreme anger, his eyes filled with monstrous killing intent:

"Then you—go to Hell to pledge your loyalty!!"

Shen Wuya suddenly clapped his hands together, bringing the bamboo flute to his lips, and gently blew—

"Myriad Leaves Return to Origin!"

In an instant— The world changed color!

Tens of thousands of emerald bamboo leaves gathered from all directions, each containing the power of Nascent Soul, sharp as swords, tough as steel!

They spun rapidly in the air, finally condensing into a hundred-zhang bamboo blade!

The bamboo blade was entirely emerald green, yet it exuded a world-destroying killing intent!

The bamboo blade slammed down, aiming directly for West Moon's head!

"Petty tricks."

West Moon sneered, gently raising her jade hand, the crystal-clear jade flute slowly brought to her lips.

He closed his eyes slightly, his red lips parting gently—

"Hehuan Sect — Dazzling Colors · Flower Sea Burial Soul!"

The sound of the jade flute rose, neither metal nor jade, neither gong nor shang, but a soul-eroding, enchanting melody, as if coming from the depths of the nine netherworlds, stirring the deepest desires and obsessions in people's hearts!

As the flute music rippled— The world suddenly changed!

The originally cracked earth and burning air were instantly covered by a sea of dazzling Flowers!

Countless exotic Flowers bloomed out of thin air, petals like blood, stamens like fire, stems entwined with threads of emotion and Soul Power, layer upon layer, weaving into an boundless Flower barrier!

Every Flower was condensed from lust, obsession, love, and hate. Seemingly delicate, they were actually incredibly tough. On the petals, countless phantoms of entangled men and women appeared, as if the entire sea of Flowers was formed from the Inner Demon Tribulation of billions of living beings!

The bamboo blade slashed into the sea of flowers— Boom—!!!

In an instant, the sea of Flowers vibrated violently!

The first three hundred layers of Flowers were instantly pulverized under the bamboo blade, turning into a sky full of blood-colored petals, scattered by the wind!

But the petals did not dissipate; instead, they re-condensed in the air, forming new Flowers, growing again!

By the four hundredth layer— The sharpness of the bamboo blade was finally completely curbed!

The sea of Flowers writhed like a living thing, thousands of Flower vines entwined around it, tightly gripping the bamboo blade. Petals wrapped layer upon layer, actually slowly devouring that world-destroying killing move!

Shen Wuya's pupils constricted slightly, looking at the demonic sea of Flowers in disbelief:

"You actually Breakthrough to Nascent Soul too?!"

West Moon chuckled, gently stroking the blood moon with her jade hand, a demonic curve appearing at the corner of her mouth:

"A mere Nascent Soul, what's there to mention?"

He slowly raised his hand, his aura slowly releasing— Early Stage Nascent Soul... Middle Stage... Late Stage... Peak!!

A Nascent Soul Dharma Idol, identical in appearance to him, slowly rose from behind him, yet it was completely different from an ordinary Nascent Soul!

The Dharma Idol was entirely blood-red, with the same cinnabar mark between its brows, and countless fine golden threads entwined around its body, as if connected to some supreme existence!

"Did you think... only your martial soul civilization Cultivates uniquely? How could a mere Spirit Realm Seal trap me?"

It turned out that West Moon had already Breakthrough to Nascent Soul a hundred years ago.

He just didn't want to expose it.

In this life, he only wanted to make up for the hardships of his previous life, indulging daily in the gentle embrace of beauties, enjoying the pinnacle of bliss.

He no longer wanted to be involved in any disputes; he just wanted to live peacefully...

Shen Wuya's Breakthrough to Nascent Soul Peak increased his Divine Sense a hundredfold, finally allowing him to sense an extremely faint but incredibly familiar energy fluctuation on West Moon's body!

That was not spiritual power, not Soul Power, and not Origin Qi— But a supreme rule power, above all things!

The power of Heavenly Dao!

"Damn it!!"

Shen Wuya's face changed drastically, his voice trembling:

"heavenly dao energy... You actually have a trace of that person's aura on you?! No wonder... no wonder I felt inexplicably familiar the first time I saw you!"

"Could it be... you are the Reincarnation of Heavenly Dao?!"

Upon hearing this, West Moon not only wasn't angry but smiled and shook her head:

"Don't talk nonsense~ I wouldn't dare to bear the name 'Heavenly Dao.' If the Heavenly Dao misunderstood that I had intentions of usurping the throne, that would truly be disastrous for me~"