43: Chapter 43 Double Pupils See Through, Sword Severes Imperial Weapon

A stalemate.

An absurd stalemate, worthy of being recorded in the history of the Eastern Wastelands.

The 100,000-zhang Golden Dragon of National Fortune, with its towering horns, forcibly withstood the fully awakened ziyang divine tower.

On one side was the Dynasty's Luck.

On the other was the Emperor Weapon that suppressed eternity.

Golden light and purple Qi devoured each other at the point of contact; every collision's power was enough to obliterate a Marquis.

Yet this terrifying energy storm was firmly locked at that tiny point.

Not a trace of energy leaked out.

It didn't harm the Imperial Capital below in the slightest.

Above the Imperial Capital, an invisible giant umbrella had opened.

Saint Ziyang's face flushed, his expression ugly.

He wasn't wrestling with a Dragon.

He was making an enemy of an entire world.

Every scale of that Golden Dragon was connected to the mountains and rivers of Great Xia.

Every whisker was tied to the will of hundreds of millions of subjects.

All the power he pressed onto the divine tower was evenly distributed across the entire land of the Divine Dynasty.

Unless he could sink the Great Xia Divine Dynasty with one blow.

Otherwise, this Dragon could not be crushed.

"Madman! This is definitely a madman!"

This curse roared in his mind, but his dignity as a Saint remained; he didn't shout it out.

To think a Lord of a Divine Dynasty would dare to play like this?

Binding the National Fortune, territory, and people so tightly together.

If one prospers, all prosper; if one suffers, all suffer.

If the Golden Dragon is injured, the Divine Dynasty's Origin Qi is severely damaged.

If the Golden Dragon collapses, Great Xia will immediately fall apart, and all its subjects will be backlashed by Luck—if not dead, then crippled.

Such a gambler, staking an entire Dynasty on a single duel, was foolish beyond belief.

"Since you seek death, I shall fulfill your wish!"

Saint Ziyang's eyes were bloodshot as he staked everything on one throw.

He no longer held back; his Saint Origin began to burn, turning into the purest magic power and pouring into the ziyang divine tower.

"Suppress! Suppress! Suppress!"

He roared wildly.

The purple light of the ziyang divine tower surged, and the sun, moon, and star patterns on the tower came to life, manifesting a real Universe and starry sky.

The weight of a world crushed down below.

"Roar—"

The Golden Dragon of National Fortune let out a roar of pain, its body trembling violently, and fine cracks appeared on its golden scales.

In the Imperial Capital below, the commoners with weak cultivation coughed up blood.

The ground of the Divine Dynasty's territory began to shake, as if an Earth Dragon were turning over.

Seeing this scene, Saint Ziyang finally began to sneer.

Ants are just ants.

Even if they can lift a boulder, they will eventually be crushed to death by the weight of the boulder itself.

An image already appeared in his mind: the divine Dragon collapsing, the Dynasty perishing, and the pretentious young man before him, along with the baby in his arms, being crushed to powder.

His smile froze on his face.

Because above the Void Realm, the man who had been holding the child and watching the show from beginning to end finally moved.

Li Xuan lowered his head slightly.

His daughter Li Qingyue in his arms was made uncomfortable by the immense pressure, her little face scrunched up.

He kissed her forehead heart-wrenchingly.

"Be good, Yue'er. Daddy will dismantle that noisy scrap metal right now."

He looked up.

For the first time, his gaze truly fell upon the ziyang divine tower.

At this moment, his eyes changed.

Deep within his pupils, Chaos opened, the sun and moon rotated, and a new, older, more majestic pupil emerged and overlapped.

Double Pupils!

Opening the heavens and earth, seeing through all illusions!

The moment the Double Pupils opened, the world in Li Xuan's eyes completely changed.

No matter, no form.

The massive ziyang divine tower turned into an energy web interwoven with billions of Law threads.

The structure of every thread was profound and precise, enough to make any Saint bow in submission.

But at the core of the divine tower, a mass of violent and crude Saint Origin, filled with madness, was being forcibly stuffed into a corner of this precise network.

It was like using a rolling pin to overclock a top-tier chip.

The operation was as crude as a disaster.

Because of this external force, countless nodes in the perfect energy web emitted an overwhelmed hum.

And Saint Ziyang's Divine Thought, like a thick chain, was firmly binding the core hub of the divine tower, maintaining a fragile balance.

At the connection point between that chain and the core hub, a tiny flaw had been torn open due to excessive force.

That was the weakest point in the entire Emperor Weapon's defense.

It was the master switch for all power flow.

"Found it."

Li Xuan chuckled.

"Brute force is strong, but it is not the best strategy."

He thought of the true meaning of the Grass-Character Sword Manual.

A single blade of grass can slash the sun, moon, and stars.

Its essence lies not in the magnitude of power, but in severing the "principle."

Holding his daughter with one hand, he joined his index and middle fingers of the other hand like a sword and made a casual swipe forward toward the Void Realm.

No earth-shattering Sword Qi.

No bone-chilling sword light.

Only a wisp of gray Sword Qi, unremarkable, slowly flew out.

It looked as if it could be blown away by the energy turbulence of the Void Realm at any moment.

This Sword Qi was not fast.

Saint Ziyang saw it too, but all his mind was focused on wrestling with the Golden Dragon of National Fortune, so he only glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

He almost laughed out loud.

"At your wit's end? Are you trying to tickle me with this child's play attack?"

He didn't bother to defend.

With the Emperor Weapon's protective light and the Saint Domain, even a full-strength blow from a Saint of the same level couldn't get close, let alone this pathetic thing.

Instantly, the mockery on his face froze.

That slow gray Sword Qi ignored the distance of space.

It arrived first despite starting later.

It ignored the layers of Imperial Might of the divine tower and Saint Ziyang's Domain.

It simply passed through.

Like a ghost.

It precisely slashed at the weak node where the Divine Thought connected to the divine tower's core, which only Li Xuan's Double Pupils could see.

"Rip."

A very faint sound of cloth tearing echoed directly in the depths of Saint Ziyang's Divine Soul.

Immediately after, a tearing pain came from the connection of his Divine Soul.

"Ah—"

Saint Ziyang screamed.

His mental connection with the ziyang divine tower was actually forcibly severed by a powerful force of Law.

Just like a Mortal's finger being brutally severed from their hand.

"Hum—"

Having lost its master's magic power supply and Divine Thought control, the ziyang divine tower let out a long, mournful cry.

The phantom of the Universe and starry sky on the tower instantly shattered.

All the lit-up patterns extinguished at the same time.

The light of the entire divine tower quickly dimmed, turning from a peerless Emperor Weapon into a massive, purple, dead object.

"Roar—"

The Golden Dragon of National Fortune, which had been firmly suppressed, seized the opportunity.

The anger it had held back for so long erupted completely.

It let out a loud dragon roar and suddenly swung its massive head, no longer using its horns to push.

That golden dragon tail, tens of thousands of zhang long and gathering the Luck of the entire Divine Dynasty, was like a giant golden whip, heavily lashing the body of the ziyang divine tower.

"Clang—"

This time, it was no longer a stalemated collision.

But a massive roar.

Countless survivors in the Imperial Capital looked at the sky in shock.

That massive purple tower, like a shooting star, tumbling and spinning, was slapped away by a single tail.

It tore through the sky, carrying a sharp whistle, and disappeared at the end of the horizon, flying off to who knows where.

"Pfft—Gah!"

Saint Ziyang, whose Divine Soul was already injured, suffered a violent backlash the moment the Emperor Weapon was slapped away.

He could no longer suppress his injuries, and a mouthful of Saint blood mixed with Origin power sprayed out.

His face was deathly pale, and his aura quickly withered.

His body trembled uncontrollably as he stumbled back in the Void Realm.

At this moment, there was no longer any Saintly majesty or indifference in his eyes, only horror and confusion.

Severed?

His mental connection with his natal Emperor Weapon was just severed by a gray Sword Qi?

And the Emperor Weapon was slapped away by a loach's tail?

This... is absolutely impossible!

Saint Ziyang lowered his head, looking at his empty hands, then looked up at the distant man who was still holding the baby with one hand, his expression indifferent.

The man's expression was calm, as if he had only done an ordinary trivial thing.

This thought made him shudder.

Who exactly is this person?!

When did such a monster, who could sever the connection of an Emperor Weapon with a single sword strike, appear in the Eastern Wastelands?!