Chapter 2175: Saint Body vs. Zhuxian Sword

Chapter 2175: Sheng Ti VS Zhuxian Jian

“Zhuxian Jian.”

Ye Chen's expression changed drastically. The sword's form was deeply etched into his soul. Just by seeing the seven-colored immortal light, he could recognize it.

The overwhelming hatred made his eyes see everything with perfect clarity.

Yet, he was surprised to encounter the Zhuxian Jian in the black hole—or rather, it seemed the Zhuxian Jian had come specifically for him, with the obvious intent to destroy him.

“No wonder so many people searched for it and found no trace,” Ye Chen murmured, narrowing his eyes slightly. It was because the black hole was vast, and only a few could enter it. Even if they did, they were unlikely to encounter it, and even if they did, they might not be able to defeat it. The Zhuxian Jian's evasive immortal techniques and heaven-defying powers meant that only those at the emperor level could hope to catch it.

Zheng!

In the silent black hole, the sound of the sword’s resonance was piercingly sharp.

The Zhuxian Jian arrived, its blade humming and radiating brilliant immortal light. From thousands of meters away, it slashed out a seven-colored immortal river, disrupting the laws of the universe. Though vibrant and colorful, it carried destructive power—a deadly strike that left Ye Chen no way out.

Ye Chen snorted coldly, instantly pushing his combat power to its peak. He was no longer the minor cultivator of the past; he now had the capability to battle the Zhuxian Jian.

In an instant, he fused his damaged emperor sword with his Dao sword, enhanced it with the Sheng Ti's origin, and struck to shatter illusions, cutting through the seven-colored immortal river.

The Zhuxian Jian trembled with a resonant sound, its immortal light dazzling as it split into sword shadows—one becoming two, two becoming four, multiplying endlessly. The sheer number was staggering, even making Ye Chen’s scalp tingle. It was an indiscriminate attack, with every sword shadow wreathed in seven-colored immortal light, illuminating the dark black hole with bursts of color.

Ye Chen’s eyes blazed like torches as he summoned his Dharma body, which also wielded a sword and deployed a Tiangang defensive sword formation to protect his true self. Meanwhile, he pointed his sword remotely, unleashing "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect," manifesting golden sword shadows, each infused with the Sheng Ti's origin. Only the Sheng Ti could truly kill the Zhuxian Jian, in his view, and to seriously wound it, he needed the aid of the Sheng Ti's origin.

Under the watchful eyes of Ming Di and Di Huang, the seven-colored sword shadows collided with the golden ones.

Immediately, the sound of shattering swords rang out, one after another, weaving into a magnificent funeral melody. Batches of seven-colored sword shadows crumbled, and batches of golden sword shadows exploded. The seven-colored immortal light and golden divine glow danced together, merging into chaotic immortal light that drifted through the black hole.

It was evident that Ye Chen was at a disadvantage; in terms of sword Dao comprehension, the Zhuxian Jian seemed superior.

“There’s still me.” The Sheng Zhan Dharma body howled, wielding nine Quasi-Emperor weapons and desperately controlling the Tiangang defensive sword formation. Ye Chen’s true self focused on offense, while it handled defense, their coordination nearly perfect.

Billions of seven-colored sword shadows surged forward, clashing against the Tiangang defensive sword formation with crisp impacts, sparking clusters of vibrant flames.

Though the Tiangang defensive sword formation was powerful, it struggled against the seven-colored sword shadows. In just a moment, it nearly collapsed. If Ye Chen’s true self couldn’t withstand them, the Dharma body stood even less chance.

“Reverse World Reincarnation.” Ye Chen shouted firmly, slashing his sword and infusing the Tiangang sword formation with the power of reincarnation, instantly annihilating countless seven-colored sword shadows.

However, there were too many seven-colored sword shadows, and even with both of them working together, they couldn’t hold them back. They used evasion techniques, defending while retreating.

The seven-colored sword shadows locked onto them, pursuing relentlessly.

The two fought fiercely, swinging their killing swords to destroy the incoming seven-colored sword shadows one by one, but in the process, their divine bodies were slashed with deep bloody gashes by the sword shadows.

Zheng!

The billions of seven-colored sword shadows resonated together, merging back into a single shadow that carried annihilating force, shooting toward Ye Chen.

With a thought, Ye Chen summoned the Dizang meteorite iron to stand before him.

To his shock, the incredibly hard Dizang meteorite iron was pierced straight through by the seven-colored sword shadow.

“I’ll handle it.” The Sheng Zhan Dharma body pushed Ye Chen aside, gripping the seven-colored sword shadow with both hands, blocking for his true self by self-destructing its body along with the sword shadow.

Only then did the dark black hole fall back into silence.

Ye Chen steadied himself, his body covered in bloody gashes, each wound glowing with seven-colored light. These were no ordinary injuries; even with the Sheng Ti's dominant recovery ability and the aid of Sheng Dao's revival, they refused to heal. Golden blood flowed across his sacred body.

Immediately, he mobilized the Sheng Ti’s origin.

Indeed, his origin was effective; it forcefully extinguished the seven-colored light and erased the killing intent, allowing the wounds to finally recover.

In contrast, the Zhuxian Jian didn’t fare much better; such a large-scale group attack had consumed too much of its immortal energy, dimming the seven-colored immortal light around its blade.

“No rest until death.” Ye Chen stepped on a golden immortal river, charging straight at the Zhuxian Jian, his brilliant golden eyes flashing with icy killing intent. His desire to kill the Zhuxian Jian ran deep in his bones—for the sake of past Sheng Ti predecessors and innocent lives. This damned immortal sword had caused far too much slaughter; every trace of its seven-colored immortal light was stained with the blood of living beings.

The Zhuxian Jian offered no words, its killing intent unmistakable. After a series of hums, it unleashed its own vision—a vast, chaotic expanse manifesting heaven and earth, with a blazing sun overhead, a pure moon shining, stars filling the void, mountains rising, rivers flowing, and flowers, grasses, and trees adding vitality.

“Chaos Great Realm.” Ye Chen narrowed his eyes in disbelief. A mere sword could manifest such a vision of all things, more profound and complete than his own Chaos vision. It was easy to imagine that the Zhuxian Jian’s master also cultivated the Chaos Dao, and their comprehension of it surpassed his own.

The black hole trembled from the Zhuxian Jian’s Chaos vision.

Gazing into the distance, the once-deadly space black hole now held a whole world, like an immortal realm with mist-wreathed clouds, hazy and ethereal. The falling Chaos light was seven-colored, carrying supreme Dao essence. Strands of laws flickered in and out, intertwined with the sounds of the Great Dao, full of irresistible enchantment that could disrupt one’s mind and spirit.

Ye Chen dared not be careless; since his opponent used Chaos, he would counter with Chaos.

His own Chaos Great Realm, while similar, was indeed slightly inferior in splendor, and its power was not comparable. Upon collision, his Chaos realm became fragile, collapsing inch by inch as its rivers and mountains were crushed and destroyed, completely overpowered.

Fight!

Ye Chen's eyes were filled with madness as he charged into the Zhuxian Jian’s Chaos realm.

Instantly, an immense pressure made him stagger. Rashly entering the opponent's domain subjected him to their laws’ suppression.

Similarly, if the Zhuxian Jian entered his Chaos realm, it would face the same restriction—this was the overbearing nature of visions, and also Ye Chen's reckless gamble. By weakening himself to strengthen the enemy, his combat power was greatly reduced; if the Zhuxian Jian unleashed a killing blow, it could likely end him in an instant.

“No rest until death.” Ye Chen gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, forcing his bent legs straight like an unyielding monument standing in the river of time, defying the Chaos pressure.

The indomitable ancient Sheng Ti was fiercely dominant; its origin surged forth, transforming into a golden immortal sea that rolled with massive waves, swallowing rivers and crushing mountains, turning the Zhuxian Jian’s domain into a scene of devastation within its own Chaos Great Realm.

The emperor was truly mad; only the Zhuxian Jian could drive him to such extremes. As long as he could destroy it, he wouldn’t hesitate at any cost, even sacrificing his lifespan. Every pore of his body spewed the Sheng Ti's origin; from afar, he looked like a blazing flame, his golden sacred body shining brighter than the sun, illuminating the black hole.

Bang! Boom! Bang!

Thunderous roars shook the black hole as both Chaos realms crumbled, resembling an apocalyptic end wreathed in doomsday light.

Zheng!

The Zhuxian Jian’s immortal glow surged, no longer maintaining its Chaos realm. It pierced through the void, charging straight at Ye Chen with chilling, annihilating killing intent that made his primordial spirit ache.

“As if I was afraid you wouldn’t come.” Ye Chen thundered like lightning, advancing instead of retreating. He withstood the Zhuxian Jian's strike, nearly being split apart, but if he took a hit, he would return it. In an instant, he summoned the Eight Divisions Heavenly Dragons, their divine dragon tails flinging the Zhuxian Jian away.

The Zhuxian Jian, sent flying, halted abruptly in mid-air.

Even something as powerful as it was shaken by the dragon’s tail, causing its blade to hum and its seven-colored immortal light to dim further. It was because these were the Sheng Ti’s Eight Divisions Heavenly Dragons, infused with the Sheng Ti's origin, inherently countering it. If it were a Chaos body or another bloodline, it might not have been wounded so easily.

“Again.” Ye Chen swept forward with golden vital energy, like a primordial beast pouncing, surrounded by the Eight Divisions Heavenly Dragons, determined to fling the Zhuxian Jian away once more. He wanted to see how many times it could endure.

The Zhuxian Jian dared not take it head-on; it shot upward like a beam of immortal light, manifesting a sun beside it that radiated dazzling divine glow, actually dissolving the Eight Divisions Heavenly Dragons.

Ye Chen reacted swiftly; whenever he saw something spherical, he instinctively summoned immortal fire and heavenly thunder.

Indeed, it was "One Arrow Through Worlds"—immortal fire forming a divine bow and thunder becoming a divine arrow. He shot upward in reverse, piercing the sun manifested by the Zhuxian Jian.

In that instant, the Zhuxian Jian slashed down from the air, severing one of Ye Chen's arms in a spray of sacred blood.

Ye Chen ascended into the sky, treading yin and yang, traversing the cosmos, and with a sword infused with the Sheng Ti's origin, he struck down the Zhuxian Jian.

He had lost an arm, but the Zhuxian Jian’s seven-colored immortal light dimmed once more—a sign of injury, each dimming marking another wound.

Ye Chen pressed on, raising his sword to strike again.

Pound!

The Zhuxian Jian, which had just stabilized, was sent flying once more, its blade rumbling as if in anger or fear—not of the damaged emperor sword or the Dao sword, nor of the Eight Barren Slaying divine ability, but of Ye Chen himself.

This minor Sheng Ti, though lacking the power to destroy it, had the qualification to wound it repeatedly. Across all heavens and realms, only the Sheng Ti lineage could achieve this, and unfortunately, it had chosen the wrong opponent.

Buzz!

In a flash, Ye Chen arrived again, using nothing but the Eight Barren Slaying, intent on smashing the Zhuxian Jian into scrap metal.

The Zhuxian Jian raged, gathering its seven-colored immortal light into a shield.

Pound!

Ye Chen struck it dead center, failing to break through and instead being shaken back with a mouthful of blood, stumbling as the hand gripping his sword splintered with blood and bone.

Seizing this opportunity, the Zhuxian Jian crossed the void, slashing Ye Chen away; even the domineering ancient Sheng Ti nearly split in two.

Ye Chen’s fury ignited; he refined his sacred body with the Sheng Ti's origin, erasing the killing intent and healing his wounds. For the umpteenth time, he sacrificed his lifespan, launching a frenzied assault.

The battle resumed, with one man and one sword clashing fiercely.

The Zhuxian Jian sought to kill Ye Chen, and Ye Chen sought to destroy the Zhuxian Jian, fighting madly in the space black hole until one of them fell.