445: The final thunderbolt

A cold sword glow tore through the sky, and the Void Realm was instantly slashed open, creating a massive rift.

That sword glow was clearly the purest Upright Qi, yet that Upright Qi was black, and it was accompanied by wisps of blood energy.

The seven-colored divine light falling from the firmament annihilated all things; the overflowing seven-colored divine radiance was like seven supreme Daos, and the sound of the world resonating was endless.

That resonant sound echoed through heaven and earth, with seven-colored luster flowing. If one looked closely, they would discover that within the seven-colored divine light, there seemed to be a phantom. That was the phantom of an ancient Saint, conjured forth by the Heaven Tribulation.

The phantom held a silver long spear, with silver light flowing like a falling star.

Boom!!!

The long spear and the sword glow collided, triggering a massive explosion. The Void Realm was shattered layer by layer, and the Upright Qi erupted, inciting Saints to pay homage.

The long spear also emitted an Aura of destruction, yielding not an inch.

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

The continuous roaring sound was endless. The collision between the sword glow and the long spear was terrifying, with various visions manifesting and then shattering once again.

The firmament was split in two, and the Chaotic Sea shook violently.

Everyone was shocked by this scene.

"The phantom of an ancient Saint—what exactly is this seven-colored divine light? Could it be the Dao? To think it could actually conjure this phantom forth!"

"The God Son is too Heaven-Defying. He is only having a Breakthrough to the Mahayana Realm, yet he actually triggered such a Lightning Tribulation!"

"And this is only the first attack. If the second and third attacks all fall, what should be done?"

"It is true that the God Son is Heaven-Defying, but why is his Upright Qi black?"

"Nonsense! Have you never heard that white at its extreme becomes black? The God Son must have Cultivated his Upright Qi to the extreme!"

"Since white at its extreme is black, then what is the deal with the blood-colored Aura surrounding the Upright Qi?"

"Hmm... I suppose this Upright Qi is drawn by blood! Even the academy does not possess extreme Upright Qi; perhaps this is the original appearance of extreme Upright Qi."

"Then that phantom of the Demon Venerable..."

"Why do you have so many damn questions! That is not the phantom of the Demon Venerable; that is the Ancestor of Grandmist! What is wrong with Grandmist Purple Qi being so purple it turns black?! Stop asking, or I will beat you to death!"

"..."

All the Cultivators of the Flying Feather Holy Sect watched this scene in shock.

The Upright Qi on Lin Ye was far stronger than before. After all, with the blessing of the Saint Bloodline, coupled with his Upright Halo vitality, and holding the Haoran Sword, he could naturally slash through all falsehoods.

Swish!!!

Finally, the formidable Sword Qi severed the phantom of the ancient Saint.

The sword glow did not lose momentum, slashing a massive rift into the Chaotic Sea, with countless Dao Rhyme interweaving and flowing within it.

The seven-colored divine light flickered continuously, and as the radiance grew increasingly intense, this time, two divine lights descended.

Lin Ye stood above the Void Realm, watching the phantoms gradually condensing from those two divine lights. His expression did not fluctuate in the slightest; his white robes fluttered, and his Spirit Sword rang out.

Hum...

The next moment, Lin Ye suddenly formed a seal with one hand, while the Haoran Sword in his other hand emitted a majestic sword Aura.

At the same time, the phantoms of the sun, moon, and stars appeared behind Lin Ye. The phantoms grew larger and larger, even evolving into a complete world.

Within that manifested world, there was slaughter everywhere, blood and bones everywhere—it was a living, breathing Ancient Battlefield.

This was the vision produced by the Pacifying Chaos Sword Art.

The Pacifying Chaos Sword Art exists only to pacify Chaos.

And above Lin Ye's head, there were other visions. One could see Chaos Qi evolving into a phantom realm, different from the Ancient Battlefield of the Pacifying Chaos Sword Art.

That Chaos Qi evolved into a desolate, withered land.

The entire world was barren, without a shred of vitality left.

The Wave Sweeping Sword Art, destroying all things!

The two sword arts merged into one; at this moment, Lin Ye's Aura climbed to its Peak.

It even caused the expressions of the Ancestors to become grave.

"The Pacifying Chaos Sword Art and the Wave Sweeping Sword Art—to think the God Son has obtained both of these ancient sword arts! Hahahaha, if the people of the Heavenly Sword Sect knew, wouldn't they be angered to death?"

"We are sure to win this generation! Yue Ming going to protect the Dao is not enough; let Ancestor Dong go to protect the Dao together with him!"

"Correct! Such a world-shocking Prodigy must not be lost. If the God Son goes out to train again next time, let two people guard him together; that should be safe!"

"My Flying Feather Holy Sect shall surely flourish!"

"As for that black energy... Hmm! From now on, it shall be Grandmist Purple Qi! Just as the God Son said, we are the Righteous Path after all!"

"..."

Just as the Ancestors were discussing, Lin Ye, holding his Spirit Sword, had already charged toward the two descending divine lights.

Within those two divine lights were two phantoms, both emitting an ancient Aura.

Furthermore, their eyes were indifferent, looking down upon the world, just like two gods and demons.

As ancient Saints, they were powerhouses from an unknown era, all of whom were conjured forth. Of course, with the cultivation of a Breakthrough to the Mahayana Realm, the highest cultivation of these ancient Saint phantoms was merely at the Peak of the Mahayana Realm.

But to be called a Saint, their strength was self-evident; they were all beings invincible within the same realm.

Lin Ye had to face two of them alone, and furthermore, two Saints with higher cultivation than him; one could imagine how great the difficulty was.

The two phantoms were seen holding Magic Treasures, simultaneously launching their life-bound Bao techniques.

For a moment, the entire firmament resounded with roaring sounds. The two life-bound Bao techniques, carrying the momentum of thunder and lightning, smashed fiercely toward Lin Ye.

"Well come!"

Lin Ye's eyes narrowed, and the Spirit Sword in his hand glowed brilliantly. The Pacifying Chaos Sword Art and the Wave Sweeping Sword Art merged into one at this moment.

The blade of the Haoran Sword flickered with a faint black light. Just by looking at that black light, one had the feeling of their Divine Soul sinking into oblivion.

The Upright Qi was raised high by Lin Ye, then fiercely brought down.

Swish!!!

A mysterious wave of sword Aura surged forth.

Lin Ye's eyes turned into crimson gold pupils, and he possessed an inexplicable divine charm. The appearance of the Emperor Eye Fire Eye made him look like a god descending at this moment.

This was a very strange change in temperament; the previous Lin Ye was like a youthful Sword Immortal, while the current Lin Ye was like a God King, high above and overlooking the world.

Beneath his feet, numerous Dao diagrams appeared, and black spiritual power even condensed into black lotus flowers of the Dao.

One black lotus with every step, one Dao diagram with every movement.

When the sword Aura accumulated to its strongest point, the heaven and earth seemed to be created anew.

Many great stars within the Universe galaxy shook, mountains and rivers shattered, and all things knelt in submission.

The Fusion of the two world-shocking sword arts produced an unimaginable might.

The mountains outside the Flying Feather Holy Sect were destroyed by this wave of energy, the Chaotic Sea boiled, and a sheet of black light covered the sky and sun, causing the radiance of the seven-colored divine light to be overshadowed.