140: The simulation ends.

An invisible, sharp sword pierced through his body, severing all sharp-edged laws and powers, instantly sweeping across the entire field.

With the sharp edge in hand, Meng Yun's entire being became imbued with an incomparably mysterious aura.

Even the pupils of his eyes became dreamlike, seemingly present yet absent.

He understood that this was the transformation brought to him by the sharp-edged sword.

Currently, his strength was too low; the power of laws, which only Tribulation Transcendence Grand Cultivators were qualified to wield proficiently, was something Meng Yun found utterly difficult to exert.

Even with a hundredfold battle power boost.

If he unleashed this sword, his soul would scatter and his spirit would vanish.

But it didn't matter.

The surge of indignation in his heart demanded release.

If he could slay the two Grand Ascension Stage cultivators here, the Immortal Sect disciples might be spared from disaster.

Although the result of this simulation would likely be reset by him.

Still, this was the best outcome he could achieve in the worst possible scenario.

His thoughts raced, but in reality, time had barely begun to flow.

He raised the long sword high and gently struck it down.

The power of rules instantly swept across the entire Heavenly Domain, even extending to the surrounding Heavenly Domains.

When this sword was unleashed, it was like the primordial chaos opening.

One strike, two halves, the Demon Subduing Sword.

...

Wu Yinyao held the Demon Subduing Sword, shaking it lightly, shedding countless drops of crimson blood.

Before her and Luo Mian, the corpses of the Demonic Emperors lay scattered in disarray.

Where was there even a shred of a Grand Emperor's demeanor left?

Once dead, even a Demonic Emperor was no different from the mortal ants they disdained!

Xuanwu Heavenly Emperor Xu Bei Huang's gaze was indifferent, as if the deaths of his companions held no emotional impact for him.

Behind him, the four Demonic Emperors had equally chilling gazes; clearly, the deaths of their companions had ignited their true fury.

If Wu Yinyao was not slain here, how could they console their companions' spirits in heaven?

Oh, that didn't seem quite right.

With karma obliterated, how could there be any spirits in heaven?

"Wu Yinyao, Luo Mian, your battle prowess truly surprises me."

Xu Beihuang's face was expressionless, but deep down, a hint of bitterness still churned.

If only.

If only Xuanwu Heaven had such powerful experts back then, his Heavenly Domain would probably not have been tragically controlled by demon seeds!

"But, this is where it ends."

Xu Beihuang spread his palm, and in its center lay a crimson pill.

A peculiar medicinal fragrance slowly emanated from it, carrying a rather extraordinary fluctuation.

Before Wu Yinyao could react, Xu Beihuang casually flicked it, and the pill directly entered his mouth.

It melted upon entry, and the powerful medicinal energy was instantly refined, transforming into tangible battle power that augmented Xu Beihuang!

Peak Grand Ascension Stage, perfect ninth layer, half-step Ascended Immortal Emperor!

Furthermore, after swearing allegiance to the demon seeds, the highest purity flesh and blood granted by the demon seeds had made Xu Beihuang's physical body incomparably formidable, on par with an Immortal Emperor!

An Immortal Emperor's body, augmented with half-Immortal level battle power, even if Wu Yinyao and Luo Mian joined forces, they might not be able to defeat him!

"In the name of the Holy God, I bestow death upon you."

Xu Beihuang raised his hand, and with a casual pull, both Luo Mian and Wu Yinyao were uncontrollably drawn towards him.

At this moment, the two of them were like the most devout subjects.

Xu Beihuang was the supreme emperor they wished to worship.

The might of a half-Immortal was terrifying!

If he were to become a true Immortal Emperor, how terrifying would that power be?!

"You, commit suicide."

Xu Beihuang's indifferent words fell, carrying an irresistible will that forced Wu Yinyao and Luo Mian to submit.

"Clang."

The Demon Subduing Sword fell to the ground.

Wu Yinyao gently raised her slender hand.

This hand, which had slain countless demon seeds and their minions over tens of thousands of years, was now about to be the last killer of herself, Wu Yinyao.

Luo Mian was in the same predicament.

His eyes were bloodshot and bulging, and even if he used all his methods, he still couldn't resist in the slightest.

It was as if a dignified Grand Ascension Stage expert was merely part of a fleeting dream.

When he awoke, he would still be that vagrant beggar in Huangsha Town, dancing with a spear and staff, bare-bottomed.

The only difference, however, was that his good friend, Meng Yun, was no longer by his side.

"Is it... going to end here...?"

Unable to speak, Luo Mian thought bitterly in his heart.

He still hadn't shattered the Three Thousand Worlds to find his brother, who had been separated for tens of thousands of years, in some corner of the endless universe.

Ultimately, his heart was filled with discontent.

Wu Yinyao was also utterly exhausted, even though her delicate body was bleeding everywhere and her spiritual energy was boiling, she still couldn't resist in the slightest.

Her palm continued to move towards her head at a slow but steady pace, intending to strike herself.

If I become the Azure Emperor in future years, I shall bid the peach blossoms bloom together.

Husband, Yinyao...

Is coming to find you.

As thoughts flashed through her mind, her palm also touched her face at the same moment.

At the same time.

The Demon Subduing Sword, which had fallen to the ground and looked like ordinary wood, suddenly shot into the sky, instantly severing the Immortal Emperor's momentum that Xu Beihuang had condensed with an unparalleled sharpness.

Spiritual energy instantly flowed back into her body, and a wisp of clear breeze brushed Wu Yinyao's long hair.

"Hus... band?"

"Husband!!"

The Demon Subduing Sword swept open with one strike, then pierced through the void, moving towards the distant Immortal Sect ruins, transferring through the rules of space-time.

At the last moment before the void closed, Luo Mian, as if divinely aided, his body almost breaking the speed of light, narrowly pulled Wu Yinyao and grasped the hilt of the Demon Subduing Sword.

Hehe, brother!

I'm bringing your wife to find you, pretty thoughtful, right?

As for Xu Beihuang?

Who cares about him, it's not like I can beat him anyway!

Xuanwu Heaven isn't his personal property!

If you, Xu Beihuang, want to ruin it, go ahead and ruin it yourself!

I'm not playing anymore!

As he traveled through the void, Luo Mian encountered countless divine weapons and sharp tools along the way, all of them converging rapidly towards the same predetermined destination.

...

As Meng Yun swung his sword, his body began to disintegrate inch by inch.

But the several heaven-and-earth supreme laws, which seemed like an insurmountable despair before him, were instantly severed by him.

"How, how!!!" Saint Wuji was greatly alarmed, and the indifference and ruthlessness on his face finally shattered completely.

Yes, his composure, his uninhibitedness, were merely built upon the absolute crushing power of his strength over the opponent!

When the situation reversed and a life-and-death crisis arose, even he was deeply shaken within!

From the perspective of temperament, Saint Wuji was not a true strong person at all!

Meng Yun raised his long sword again, and the sharp aura firmly locked onto Saint Wuji.

This aura was such that even if Saint Wuji fled to the Myriad Worlds, it would be futile; once locked on, it would relentlessly pursue him to the ends of the earth, never stopping until its target was destroyed!

"Come on, my final sword, named—

Myriad Swords Returning to the Sect!"

The Sect of the Immortal Sect!

As Meng Yun's words fell, half of his face had almost turned to dust, spreading across the entire heaven and earth.

But it didn't matter.

Thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of various long swords suddenly pierced through the void from all worlds.

They converged in this sky, boundless and limitless.

An ocean of swords, a sky of swords!

"I am the Immortal Sword Hero, hahahahahahahahaha!!!"

Meng Yun laughed loudly as his body instantly turned to ashes.

His laughter echoed endlessly in the space, and hundreds of millions of long swords, in unison, let out a resounding hum.

Then, following the invisible, sharp sword at the very front, they surged towards Saint Wuji in an overwhelming torrent.

Under the rule of sharpness, all of Saint Wuji's resistance methods were severed by it.

Puff, puff, puff—!

Saint Wuji's blood stained the sky, his death was miserable, and no one paid attention.

Countless figures flashed over.

"Peak Master!!! Peak Master!!!"

"Master!!"

"Meow meowOh!!!"

"Meng Yun!!"

"Brother? Brother!!!"

"Husband!!"

[You forcibly activated a supreme rule with a Soul Transformation cultivation, resulting in your death and the scattering of your essence.]

[Simulation ended]

[Simulation evaluation in progress]