522: Chapter 522 The Golden Dragon

The 10,000-foot Golden Dragon did not immediately pounce.

It circled proudly in the Void Realm before Lu Changzhi, the golden flames burning in its dragon eyes seemingly surveying this world from which it had been separated for eons, as well as the master it had waited for through endless ages.

Then, with a low and long dragon roar, the massive dragon body, capable of coiling around stars, began an incredible collapse and condensation.

The process was not a disappearance, but an ultimate "Return to Origin."

In just a few breaths, the 10,000-foot dragon body collapsed, condensed, and reshaped from a behemoth that swept across the stars into a single sword!

The sword was three feet three inches long, its entire body presenting a deep and noble dark gold, as if cast from the core of the sun.

The blade was broad and heavy, and the spine of the sword was not smooth but carved with a lifelike five-clawed Golden Dragon!

The Golden Dragon coiled around the blade, its head raised, pointing straight at the tip, its tail winding and tightly wrapped around the end of the hilt—every dragon scale was clearly visible, containing divine light within.

At the guard, it was the wide-open dragon mouth, fangs menacing, as if it would spew out golden dragon flames to burn everything to ashes in the next moment.

The dragon-subduing imperial weapon!

The treasure of the glorious era of Primordial Sword Dao, universally recognized as the number one offensive divine weapon in the Myriad Heavens and Worlds—the supreme Sharp Weapon that had followed Lu Changzhi to drink the blood of gods and demons and behead countless supreme powerhouses!

It floated quietly before Lu Changzhi, the blade trembling slightly, emitting a continuous low hum.

This was not fear in the face of a strong enemy—but a kind of excitement bordering on trembling, born from the depths of the Soul, suppressed for eons, and finally erupting!

Within the sword hum, one could faintly hear the lingering echoes of the dragon roaring across the universe in the past, as well as the longing for ten thousand swords to pay homage.

Lu Changzhi slowly raised his arms.

His left hand reached forward and firmly grasped the hilt of the dragon-subduing imperial weapon, which was wrapped by the dragon's tail.

"Hum—!"

The moment his palm touched the hilt, the dark golden dragon coiled on the sword's spine seemed to awaken suddenly!

Dragon patterns flowed, and the light shone brightly—a beam of pure, ultimate golden light, like boiling lava, erupted from the hilt and surged along the spine to the tip!

The entire sword instantly transformed into a dazzling golden pillar of light—tyrannical, flamboyant, and unscrupulously declaring its return and sharpness!

His right hand turned to his side and grasped the ice-blue longsword formed by the final sacrifice of the Ancestral Sword Spirit.

"Clang..."

The ice-blue longsword emitted a clear sound like cracking ice, and the hexagonal ice crystal at the guard suddenly accelerated its rotation, emitting visible ripples of freezing cold.

The bone-chilling Sword Intent surged out like a polar cold wave—cold, pure, and carrying an absolute tranquility after sacrificing everything.

This coldness was not deathly silence, but another kind of ultimate protective will, like the most indestructible barrier of black ice.

One gold, one blue.

One was as scorching as a falling sun furnace, the tyrannical Sword Intent seemingly wanting to burn the eight wildernesses and tear apart the firmament!

The other was as cold as the eternal abyss, the pure Sword Intent seemingly wanting to freeze time and space, guarding eternity!

Two diametrically opposed yet originating from the same source of ultimate Sword Intent crashed, intertwined, and coiled in front of Lu Changzhi!

The golden and blue lights did not cancel each other out, but strangely merged and resonated—as if ice and fire had reached an ancient contract at this moment, transforming into a more majestic and profound Domain of Sword Intent, guarding Lu Changzhi within.

When Lu Changzhi's hands simultaneously gripped the hilts of both swords—

His mortal body, which was almost transparent and on the verge of dissipating, shook violently!

"Boom!"

It was not the power from himself—but the two supreme divine weapons sensing the Sword Master was in danger, autonomously erupting with their most original core power!

The gray-white light patterns representing his own Dao marks of annihilation lit up like an explosion from his heart, spreading crazily along the Meridians of his arms to the hilts.

Then, a more vast and surging torrent of gold and blue flowed back from the two swords, forcibly pouring into his dried-up and broken body!

This was not a simple infusion of power—but the "reshaping" and "calling" of the Sword Master's life by the Origin of the divine weapons!

The transparent body became solid at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Gray-white light dust quickly outlined and filled the surface of the body, reshaping the clear and tough contours of the limbs, the straight torso, and that blood-stained yet resolute face like a stone carving.

Those dark red destructive patterns that were like bone-eating gangrene, coming from the dao-burying halberd, under the suppression and scouring of the golden and blue light, quickly dimmed and shrank like snow meeting the scorching sun—imprisoned tightly in the corner, temporarily losing the ability to run rampant.

His Aura began to soar.

It was not gradual—but reconstruction after collapse, an eruption after deathly silence!

Like a volcano suppressed for ten thousand years finally tearing open the earth's crust, like a star collapsed to the extreme suddenly reborn!

An indescribable, terrifying pressure mixed with the vastness of the primordial era, the pinnacle of Sword Dao, and the Aura of endless blood and fire campaigns, exploded from the center of his body, sweeping in all directions!

The Void Realm groaned under this pressure, and the distant star debris silently turned into finer dust.

"In the Primordial Era... I failed to wipe you all out—"

Lu Changzhi slowly raised his head.

Those blood-red eyes were no longer just symbols of destruction, but reflected the golden and blue Sword Intent, like two stars burning with ice flames.

His voice was not loud, but low and calm—every word seemed to roll down from the uppermost reaches of the long river of time, carrying the dust and iron blood of eons, turning into the final judgment:

"Today, I, Lu Changzhi, shall act on behalf of Heaven to execute judgment, and will..."

He paused, his gaze like the sharpest sword, sweeping over Lord Zangxing, whose expression changed slightly, and finally fixed on the face of Lord Jixing, who remained indifferent—each word chiseled into the Void Realm:

"Forever! Imprisoned! Here!"

Before the words fell, the blood color and Sword Intent in his eyes surged simultaneously:

"At the same time—also to seek justice that has been delayed for eons for this Myriad Heavens and Worlds and its billions of living beings!"

"Boom crack—!!!"

In the Void Realm, there was actually thunder!

This was not the thunder of Heavenly Dao, but the resonance of Laws triggered by the majestic Sword Intent itself!

Under the power shell where Lu Changzhi was forcibly suppressed to the "Earth Immortal Realm" by the Heavenly Dao, this was the complete, Peak, and perfect true meaning of Sword Dao belonging to the "Primordial Number One Sword Master"—no longer able to be bound, it began to shake reality!

Realm can be suppressed, power can be limited.

But Sword Intent—is the height of the Soul, the manifestation of Dao, and the understanding and pride engraved into the Origin of life!

The Heavenly Dao could suppress his spiritual power cultivation, but it could not suppress his supreme Sword Heart, which had been tempered through eons and had long since reached an incredible state!

Lord Jixing looked at the two swords radiating brilliant light in Lu Changzhi's hands, looked at his body that had re-solidified as before and possessed a sky-soaring Aura, and looked at the resolute Sword Intent intertwined with ice and fire in his eyes—

The indifference on his face that had remained unchanged for ten thousand years was finally torn open with a crack.

It was not fear, but a cold impatience and mockery of having his established steps disturbed.

"Hmph."

An undisguised cold snort was squeezed out of his nose, his pitch-black eyes full of condescending mockery:

"Peak state? Just a hollow facade."

He raised a hand and pointed casually at the void yet omnipresent "Heaven" above, his movements slow and dismissive, as if instructing a stubborn child:

"Even though this place drifts in the gaps of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds and the rules of Heavenly Dao have omissions, the 'upper limit' still exists. The power that you, me, and Zangxing can mobilize is all confined to the 'Earth Immortal' category. This is an iron Law, the 'wall' of this world."

He withdrew his hand, his arms naturally opening at his sides.

"Hum! Hum! Hum!"

Dark golden flames containing an endless Aura of destruction surged out from his body in layers, circling and overlapping around him—forming three incredibly clear and heart-palpitating halos!

The first ring, filled with blood color, with phantoms of mountains of corpses and seas of blood floating—is the ultimate Dao of Slaughter!

The second ring, pitch black as an abyss, with scenes of all things returning to nothingness flickering—is the ultimate Dao of Destruction!

The third ring, gray and desolate, where all existence turns into nothingness—is the ultimate Dao of Nothingness!

The three Dao halos overlapped without expanding their range, but the Dao might, condensed to the extreme, caused the surrounding Void Realm to emit a "crack" sound like glass shattering—light warped and annihilated strangely around them!

"Lu Changzhi—"

Lord Jixing's voice remained calm, but this calmness now contained a contempt more bone-chilling than any roar:

"Do you think that by relying on two pieces of scrap metal from the past and recovering a bit of your former appearance, you can defy the Heavens and change your fate?"

He tilted his head slightly, his pitch-black pupils reflecting the golden and blue sword light, but there was only a bottomless coldness:

"Today, even if you are truly the resurrected Primordial Number One Sword Master—within this cage of a world, there is no essential difference between you, me, and Zangxing. Power is locked at the same level."

Lord Zangxing was behind him, the dark red devouring vortex had already re-condensed, and the terrifying phantom of the dao-burying halberd was floating in it, emitting an ominous hum.

His injuries had not healed, his face was pale, but witnessing Lu Changzhi's "recovery" at this moment, the initial wariness in his eyes was replaced by a twisted excitement, and he hissed:

"Lord Jixing, why bother talking so much to him? A ghost who should have died long ago but lingers—letting him achieve Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering early is the greatest mercy to him! These two swords... are just right to sacrifice to my dao-burying halberd!"

Lord Jixing did not pay attention to Lord Zangxing. His gaze was always locked on Lu Changzhi—as if trying to see through the essence beneath the golden and blue sword light.

The indifference in the depths of his pitch-black eyes gradually settled into a pure scrutiny of a dying thing.

"Come, Lu Changzhi."

He slowly raised a hand, palm upward, the three Dao halos rotating slightly, ready to go. The voice was calm, yet it declared the final judgment:

"Let me weigh it myself—this 'Peak state' of yours, barely hanging on, under my hands..."

"Can last how many rounds."

Lu Changzhi did not respond with words.

Responding to Lord Jixing—was the sword.

He moved.

There was no tearing of space to teleport, nor was there any mystical movement technique—just the most primitive, most pure, explosive movement driven by absolute power!

The Void Realm beneath his feet was stepped on as if it were solid matter, creating explosive ripples, and in a ten-thousandth of a second, his figure transformed into a meteor intertwined with gold and blue, brilliant to the extreme!

A distance of 10,000 feet—crossed in one step!

The dragon-subduing imperial weapon struck first!

"Roar—!!!"

Where the sword pointed, the golden Sword Intent did not disperse, but the moment it left the sword, it condensed, shaped, and roared into a solid five-clawed Golden Dragon!

This Golden Dragon was more condensed than the previous manifestation—every dragon scale shone with metallic cold light and the sharpness of the sword edge, the Void Realm left black cracks as the dragon claws waved, and what burned in the dragon eyes was no longer flame, but the ultimate condensed destructive Sword Intent!

It bared its fangs and brandished its claws, carrying the supreme offensive power of the Origin of the dragon-subduing imperial weapon, and pounced straight at Lord Jixing with a tyrannical and domineering posture!

Before the dragon arrived—the sharpness that tore the Soul and the heat that burned everything had already made the dark golden flames around Lord Jixing shake violently!

Almost at the same moment, the ice-blue longsword transformed by the Ancestral Sword Spirit slashed out silently.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling burst of light.