Chapter 1331: Half a Lifetime of Hard Work, Exchanged for a Sword

Yu Beidou was indeed prepared,Maintaining full vigilance.Yet the Blood Demon was also taken aback,For the stratum of power he sensed in that voiceWas not at the Divine Presence, nor at the Enlightenment realm...It was at the peak of Transcendent!A powerhouse of the Dao Manifestation realm!With his ancient origins and vision,He would naturally not err in his judgment.Then, the Diviner's suicide,Was it truly not an end, not an admission of defeat and departure?But merely another beginning?Paying the price of his own death,To summon the descent of this Dao Manifestation powerhouse?The clash between the art of Blood Divination and the art of Fate Divination,Had it fundamentally not yet concluded?!With such a majestic entrance,And asking a question imbued with such mysterious aura,It sounded very much like some ancient powerhouseWho had been slumbering for ages...Having slept for years, only to be awakened today?Who could it be?The Blood Demon searched diligently through the scant memoriesObtained from his origin, yet found naught.But in the very next instant, that ancient and mysterious voiceBecame utterly baffling:"And who, am I?"Following which, it seemed to grow angry.The blood mist too began to undulate in response—"Who is calling for me, anyway? You little scoundrel!Dare you step forth and show yourself?!Is there no public virtue? Does this old man not need his sleep?"Blood Demon: ...Yu Beidou: ...One of ancient origins, the other having divined for half a lifetime,Both could well be called powerhouses,Yet at this moment, both were rendered speechless.Truly, they knew not what to say.The demeanor of this Dao Manifestation powerhouse,Compared to their imagination, the disparity was too great!Receiving no response, the aging voice continued,Speaking to itself:"Such familiar blood qi... do I know this?""Seems like a fortune teller...""Hmm, yes, it's a fortune teller."The aging voice gradually confirmed, as if slowly recalling something,Then grew indifferent:"I remember. The fortune teller spent half his life toiling and rushing,He asked me... to give him a sword."As these words fell,The sanguine mist suffusing the cavern,At this moment, seemed to tremble twice,Then suddenly contracted, condensing infinitely...The blood-colored mist actually pressed into substance,In an instant, forming a sword!This was a sword... without a hilt.From start to finish, it was all blade.Colorless, translucent.Only within the sword body, a faint sanguine trigram patternFloated and sank, seemingly representing the Diviner's mark,Proving that he once existed.Though his body perished, though his soul was extinguished,This sword was condensed from his residual form.In a sense, it also embodied his will.Thus, the sword arose!This colorless trigram sword, in its movement, was light and airy,Not sharp or imposing, without great commotion,It simply stood upright in the air...Just this simple upright stance,Everything changed.Difficult to describe that scene, that sensation.There was no sound, nor any other color.The stone walls of the cavern were unseen.Only a single vertical line of sword light,Swaggering alone amidst the billowing dust.The sword light was colorless and formless,In the visual world, it could almost be said to not exist.But in the world of spiritual consciousness,In the world perceived by the divine soul—This streak of sword light was impossible to ignore, irresistible.Vast as a mountain range, connecting heaven and earth!Yu Beidou, seated in mid-air, pointed his sword finger rapidly,Upon closer inspection, it seemed he did not move at all.The Blood Demon, slumped on the ground, surged with blood light,Upon another look, the blood light had already completely vanished.They could not utter any sound.Their secret arts, their techniques...All their numerous efforts,Seemed to not exist at all, as if they had never occurred.They seemed not to resist.Only the sword light was ravaging.The Blood Demon's neck, already slit,His blood flowed continuously, corroding the ground,After a long while, winding into a small stream.At this moment, this sanguine streamWas disappearing inch by inch.Powerhouses above the Divine Presence realm, if they observed closely,Would be able to see, thread by thread, whisker by whisker, of sword energy,Within extremely minute square inches, gradually strangling these blood droplets.Blood droplets were actually destroyed by sword energy.The Blood Demon's eyes were wide open,The emotions displayed, rage and terror,His lips constantly moving, though silently.One could not tell if he was threatening, or raging, or cursing.But it was all soundless.This sanguine stream resolutely "retreated,"Continuously dissolving... thus it was thoroughly purged.The wound on the Blood Demon's neck was immediately torn open,His entire head was ripped off, then pulverized.Following was the torso, then the limbs...During this process, blood light surged constantly from the Blood Demon's body,And was constantly extinguished by the sword.Fresh blood continuously emerged,And was continuously shattered by the sword.In such monotonous repetition,Finally, he was completely annihilated.He did not vanish.Rather, he was cut so finely, so minutely,Shattered into a thousandth of a speck of dust,Making it invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people,Hence appearing to vanish.His corpse was actually piled there,But flesh, bone, and blood, all turned into a pile of exceedingly fine "pulverized ash."The sword light was impartial,Descending upon this place, slaying all living beings.But the Blood Demon, unwillingly, was thrust forward by Yu Beidou,Enduring the damage head-on, thus being shattered first.This single sword strike was indeed long.Perhaps because the details of the enemy's destruction were so clear,It seemed protracted.After shattering the Blood Demon, Yu Beidou was not spared either.The first thing to shatter was the blood sac on the back of his head,Within which a portion of the Blood Demon's vital blood was still active,Still twisting and struggling. Where the sword energy swept, it dispersed like smoke.Then came his toes, his fingers...Facing this sword, Yu Beidou, the contemporary True Master,Showed a slightly stronger performance,Able to a certain extent control the steps of his body's destruction,Starting from less important areas...But that was all.The colorless and formless sword light, invisible to the eye,Finally engulfed him.This highest achiever of the contemporary art of Fate Divination,Was thus shattered in the cavern of Duanhun Gorge,Silently.Now, within this cavern, there was no longer any living being.The colorless trigram sword still stood upright in mid-air,The sanguine trigram pattern within the sword bodyFlickered in and out of sight, like fish swimming in water,Sinking and floating uncertainly."This sword leaves neither gods nor ghosts."The aging voice said,"Fortune teller, is this what you wanted?"The sanguine trigram pattern dispersed, dissolving into the sword body.As if to say, "Indeed."The aging voice only left behind a sigh.Thereafter, this trigram sword,Gathered from the disintegration of the Diviner's corpse,Also dissipated.Not until this moment,Did everything outside the sword light begin to return.The cavern, the stone pillars, sounds...Booming!Booming!A sword-shaped plume of smoke shot into the sky.All the stone pillars of the Blood Sacrificial Fate Locking Array,All the sheer cliffs of Duanhun Gorge,Were shattered.This cavern on the cliff face,Was entirely penetrated by this sword-shaped plume of smoke!How high were the cliffs on either side of Duanhun Gorge?As high as treacherous peaks, their summits unseen,Travelers reaching here felt their souls would break.And this sword-shaped plume of smokeDirectly pierced through this side of the cliff face,From bottom to top, leaving behind only a sword-shaped hole.The smoke plume ascended for countless thousands of zhang,Before finally ceasing its ascent, then slowly dispersed.At this moment, if someone were to look down upon Duanhun Gorge from the high heavens,They would see this perilous Duanhun Gorge,Like a fissure opened upon the great earth.And the cliff face on the east side of Duanhun Gorge,A deep and dark hole remained...Precisely, "Heaven Opens a Line, Sword Opens an Eye!"