Chapter 162
Chapter 162
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 162
Chapter Title: One Sword Cleaves Dusk and Dawn!
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Heaven-Connecting Cloud Sea, outside Heaven Mending Peak.
At first glance, the overcast sky appeared empty, but in truth, the Foundation Establishment Realm was already packed with people. Seven or eight Perfected Beings from the Primal Saint Sect lurked among them.
"Yo? You here too?"
"Just joining the fun."
"Come on, together then."
Several Primal Saint Sect Perfected Beings stood in a cluster, chatting amiably. Enthusiastic smiles lit up their faces, as if they were truly close-knit fellow disciples.
"How long has Wu Cang been inside?"
"About the time it takes one stick of incense to burn. Mid-stage against early-stage—nothing should go wrong. The formations are all set up too. The moment he comes out, we'll crack him over the head!"
"He's thoroughly pissed off Yuantu this time."
"Once Wu Cang grabs the goods and emerges, we'll snatch the True Lord's handwritten letter back. We'll sneak a few peeks in the meantime, then dump all the karma right onto him."
"If you ask me, Wu Cang's nowhere near Yuantu. Sure, they both brought their own arts when joining the sect, but Yuantu clearly grasped the essence of our Primal Saint Sect. Wu Cang, though? That rogue cultivator temperament of his never changed—vicious but not cunning. He's done for in this life. Plenty of hard days ahead."
The Primal Saint Sect Perfected Beings chatted casually, exuding utter composure.
Clearly, Wu Cang thought his movements were secretive, but how could they fool those with ulterior motives? They just needed a scapegoat, that's all.
But right then—
Boom!
A massive rumble echoed as the Perfected Beings in the Foundation Establishment Realm all looked up. Heaven Mending Peak trembled faintly, projecting a burst of magnificent, illusory colors.
"He actually made some noise?"
This time, genuine curiosity stirred among the Primal Saint Sect Perfected Beings. "What the hell is Wu Cang doing in there? Mid-stage against early-stage, and he's letting the guy make sounds?"
"Rogue cultivators are that pathetic?"
"Not to that extent. Wu Cang's schemes are mediocre, and he doesn't know how to toy with karma, but his combat prowess is solid—at least on par for mid-stage."
"So it's not that he's too weak?"
The words hung in the air, and silence fell over the Primal Saint Sect Perfected Beings. Their expressions shifted, gazes toward Heaven Mending Peak now laced with shock.
Meanwhile, inside Heaven Mending Peak.
Lu Yang gripped the Avici Sword inverted in one hand, pouring mana into it without pause. His other hand circulated a divine ability as a incantation escaped his lips:
"Insects devour Qi, annihilate all intents!"
Clarify是非!
With the incantation spoken, the Qi-devouring insects received the boost. Their mortal forms suddenly gained a touch of Foundation Establishment profundity, their power surging dramatically.
"Damn bugs!"
Wu Cang's brow furrowed. He wasn't afraid of these Qi-devouring insects—what were 140 million? With a burst of great mana fueling his natal divine ability, he could wipe them clean. But that would drain his mana considerably and waste precious time.
His gaze flicked to Lu Yang.
More precisely, to the Avici Sword held inverted behind Lu Yang's back. His divine sense detected a lethal threat from it.
'I absolutely cannot get held up!'
In that instant, Wu Cang decided. He pinched a hand seal with one hand.
At his move, a strange change emerged from the heaven-supporting great tree of his Dao foundation. A spark ignited amid the canopy.
In a flash, that tiny spark became a raging inferno!
The entire canopy turned into a massive fireball, crimson flames lighting up the sky. Even with the formation's concealment, its brilliance nearly pierced through!
Not Fleeing South!
In that moment, wood birthed fire, turning heaven and earth into a furnace. Lu Yang, trapped within, felt even his breaths through nose and mouth searing with pain.
'A innate divine ability!'
Lu Yang's Heaven-Scrutinizing Instrument whirred at his brow, treasure-light illuminating everything. He instantly grasped the essence of the opponent's divine ability.
'Similar to Fu Long Arhat's Blazing Fire Dragon. It's Qi transformed from the Heavenly Gang position Yanfeng, also known as "Jia Wood"—a pure yang treasure tree.'
But Wu Cang's differed from Fu Long Arhat's.
Fu Long Arhat's Blazing Fire Dragon came from the fusion of Heavenly Gang Yanfeng and Earth Fiend Zhixu, with Heavenly Gang dominant—essentially earth-wood birthing fire.
Not Fleeing South was different.
This innate divine ability fused Heavenly Gang Yanfeng with Earth Fiend Dunmu, its intent: Fire relies on wood to thrive, but rampant fire incinerates the wood!
It perfectly complemented Wu Cang's Coiling Dragon Divine Wood Dao Foundation. Now, sacrificing wood to fuel fire, the resulting flames burned with ultimate ferocity—"Heavenly Furnace Departing Fire." Any wood-based divine ability or treasure would turn to ash under these flames.
Whoosh—
The sky full of Qi-devouring insects took the flames head-on, instantly reduced to flying ash in swathes. Yet the inferno showed no sign of weakening.
With a point of Wu Cang's fingers, the flames swept through the air toward him!
Almost simultaneously, Wu Cang's hand seals shifted. The Coiling Dragon Treasure Fir Tree behind him flowered and fruited once more—this time, one fruit green, one gold.
"Go!"
The next second, two fruits dropped from the treasure tree, each manifesting their own profundity, combining with the "Heavenly Furnace Departing Fire" to lock onto Lu Yang!
These were the three profundities of Wu Cang's natal divine ability, Coiling Dragon Treasure Fir Tree. The red fruit, "Fire in Wood," could incinerate the dharma body. The green fruit, "Coiling Peach Pit," fixed forms in place, making escape difficult. The gold fruit, "Dragon Scale Seed," invigorated Qi, massively amplifying divine ability might.
Natal divine ability, three profundities.
One for offense, one for control, one for enhancement. No entanglement with karma or heavenly secrets—all focused on maximizing destructive power!
In that instant, heaven and earth split into light and dark.
With Wu Cang as the boundary, ahead burned "Heavenly Furnace Departing Fire" clouds piercing the void, illuminating the six directions like high noon. Behind lay moonless, windy night.
Seeing this, Lu Yang finally sighed.
The next second, the departing fire clung to him!
Then, to Wu Cang's dumbfounded shock, Lu Yang flicked his sleeve. Mana flowed as naturally as breathing, hurling the flames away!
The response was utterly suave.
His manipulation of mana reached an ineffable pinnacle of refinement, nearly stunning Wu Cang. Instinctively, he drove the flames back at him.
Only for Lu Yang to casually flick them away again.
'How is this possible!?'
Unwilling to believe, Wu Cang unleashed the flames once more. This time, Lu Yang lost his prior composure, instantly engulfed as a man of fire.
In a flash, "Heavenly Furnace Departing Fire" scorched Lu Yang's body, skin splitting to reveal flawless white jade bones. His chest, lungs, spleen—all flooded with molten fire, burning through organs. Even his exhalations sparked. Wu Cang had landed a heavy blow!
Yet in that moment, laughter rang from the blaze.
"Heh!"
Amid the roaring flames, Lu Yang looked up, lips curling. His ignited eyes blazed like twin suns, staring straight at Wu Cang.
The Avici Sword trembled faintly in his grip.
This gold-swallowing beast had been devouring his mana since the battle began. Now, it finally responded—seemingly sated at last.
Lu Yang gazed up at Wu Cang and incanted: "Slay!"
Clarify是非 activated, like a decree from the high hall, the emperor's word becoming law. Brilliant golden divine ability radiance instantly empowered the Avici Sword.
The next second, Lu Yang unleashed the Avici Sword!
Blood-light mingled with gold, cleaving heaven and earth asunder, yin and yang parted. The twilight sky, illuminated by departing fire, was now rent by one sword!
One sword cleaved dusk and dawn!
This strike shattered not just phenomena but spirituality itself. After a bursting roar, the "Heavenly Furnace Departing Fire" lost its mystical essence, reverting to mundane flames that scattered away—revealing Wu Cang's figure behind them.
Wu Cang's eyes bulged, blood spraying from mouth and nose.
A visible sword scar spanned his waist and abdomen, flesh parting with time—bisecting him clean through!
(End of chapter)