Myriad Daos of the Heaven

The world fell silent, a chill drifting through the air!

After slaying two Huang Family disciples at the Innate Second Realm Perfect Realm, Jiang Jichen advanced instead of retreating. Each step was like the movement of a Barbaric Dragon, his aura shaking mountains and rivers, his power stunning the world.

"We young men spill hot blood on the battlefield. We sing a song of endless battle. Why should we question life or death?"

"Come, come, come!"

"Fight, fight, fight!"

Jiang Jichen charged forward, chanting his battle cry, the wild abandon, heroic spirit, and hot-blooded passion of youth on full display.

Longsword in hand, he slashed through the air. The head of an Innate Second Realm Cultivator who ambushed him from behind flew into the air, spraying blood across the sky.

Clenching his hand into a fist, he shattered all foes. The body of a black-clad expert ambushing from the left exploded, limbs flying.

His body was like iron, capable of shaking mountains. Several Swordsmen charging him head-on were simply rammed to death, their Divine Souls annihilated.

...

The brutal battle erupted without warning. Within the Blood Pool, a swarm of Cultivators rushed in for the kill. Some struck from the shadows, others attacked head-on, but none could slow the young man in the slightest.

Gods would be slain, Buddhas would be slaughtered, and demons would be annihilated...

The young man had become a Killing God incarnate. With his sword, he would slaughter all Ten Thousand Spirits!

PFFT!

Jiang Jichen spat out a mouthful of vital blood, using his sword to prop himself up. His hair was a mess, his face was pale, and his eyes grew hazy, concealing an endless killing intent.

Yet, the aura emanating from him grew even stronger, threatening to pierce the sky and ascend to the Ninth Heaven!

At his feet were scattered severed limbs and broken bodies, shredded flesh and organs, and a shallow layer of blood.

In the recent exchange, twenty Innate Second Realm Cultivators had all fallen.

The battle was brutal, and Jiang Jichen had paid the price with a body full of wounds. But so far, no Innate Third Layer Cultivator had made a move.

At that moment, over a dozen powerful experts ranging from the Initial Stage of Innate Three Realms to the Late Stage of Innate Third Realm stood by the edge of the Blood Pool. They watched the scene with cold, indifferent eyes.

But dozens of Cultivators from the Innate First Layer to the Innate Second Realm, who had been about to charge forward, felt a chill in their hearts upon seeing this. They stopped in their tracks, no longer daring to advance, and simply watched from afar.

’Is he a demon?’

These Innate First and Second Realm Spirit Cultivators thought in terror. ’That boy is too frightening.’

In the Blood Pool, Jiang Jichen was drenched in blood—some of it his enemies’, some of it his own.

The brutal battle just now was merely a prelude; the most intense and difficult fight was still ahead.

Over a dozen Innate Third Layer experts stood hovering in the air, their feet untouched by the ground, as they drifted forward to kill.

One flicked a finger, piercing the void. Finger Qi crisscrossed, sealing every inch of space before Jiang Jichen and shooting toward every vital point on his body.

Another thrust a sword, a strike that could shatter all creation. The Sword Shadow was ethereal and unpredictable; not even gods or ghosts could tell where it would land on Jiang Jichen’s body.

Still another swung a Treasure Saber through the air, shaking heaven and earth. The blade’s light was like a dream, seeming to want to slice Jiang Jichen in the Blood Pool into pieces.

...

Wounded, Jiang Jichen faced the ultimate killing blows of the assembled experts!

Where could he dodge?

Where could he run?

Where could he retreat?

In this desperate predicament, only death awaited. Where was the path to survival?

If there was no way to live, why not fight to the death?

That’s right. He couldn’t dodge, couldn’t escape, and couldn’t retreat. If so, he would forget life and death and fight!

Jiang Jichen’s eyes suddenly flew open. All of his Cultivation erupted, and his aura surged once again.

His feet stood in the bloody water, his hand gripped his longsword, and the flames of battle churned in his eyes.

Just now, he had only used the Cultivation of the Ninth Level Mortal Perfect Realm. Now, he no longer suppressed it. The Cultivation of the Innate First Realm Perfect Realm erupted with a roar, and a layer of golden Spirit Pattern Space enveloped his entire body.

At the Innate First Realm Perfect Realm, Jiang Jichen could use many more Sword Skills and Spirit Skills than before. Moreover, their power was incomparable to when he had barely managed to activate them in the Mortal Realm.

"In my domain of Red Dust, I am the world!"

He flourished his sword, and a layer of Sword Curtain Protection materialized, shining with a dazzling golden light. Its defensive power was leagues beyond what the Sword Technique could produce before.

Previously, the sword curtain was formed from individual golden Sword Shadows, arrayed before him. Now, the curtain seemed to be a single golden Sword Shadow, yet also a fusion of thousands—blended yet distinct, all subject to Jiang Jichen’s will.

With his sword curtain, Spirit Pattern Space, and formidable physical body, Jiang Jichen had pushed the Defense Dao to its absolute limit. Even facing the ultimate killing blows of over a dozen Innate Third Layer Spirit Cultivators, he might just have a chance to withstand them.

Besides, defense was but a prelude to his own killing offensive!

"One Sword Life and Death Technique!"

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Stream!"

"Eight-direction Wind and Rain, Earth and Heaven Shaking!"

Jiang Jichen held his sword in one hand. A powerful Sword Intent swept across the world, and a terrifying killing intent surged like a furious tide.

If he was going to fight, he would fight until life and death were clear, until his hot blood was spent, until the world lost its color and the Sun and Moon their light.

At this very moment, after activating his defenses, Jiang Jichen no longer cared about life or death. He recklessly unleashed all the Strongest Killing Techniques he could muster in the shortest possible time.

Trading wound for wound, life for life—the combat power Jiang Jichen unleashed was astonishing, defying the very heavens.

At the Innate First Realm Perfect Realm, he had endless golden spiritual power, a powerful and indestructible body, and a long and continuous life force...

The group of Innate Third Layer experts had thought Jiang Jichen would be an easy kill if they attacked together. But by the time the dust settled, ten Innate Third Layer Spirit Cultivators lay dead in the Blood Pool. Only four Spirit Cultivators—from the middle and late stages of the Innate Third Realm—remained, surrounding Jiang Jichen with looks of utter shock.

In this round of attacks, Jiang Jichen’s Sword Curtain World and Spirit Pattern Space were shattered. His physical body was covered in countless cracks and wounds, and he could only barely keep it from collapsing immediately by using the Undying Scripture.

But he wasn’t dead. It was as if an undying thread of energy and an incomparably strong will allowed him to keep fighting, to keep standing, never to fall.

The longsword in his hand had long since shattered. What he now held was a Treasure Saber, snatched from the hands of an Initial Stage of Innate Three Realms Spirit Cultivator whose head he had crushed.

’It’s much better than my old sword!’

A Late Stage of Innate Third Realm Spirit Cultivator from the Mountain Sect said with a gloomy face, "This little bastard, he’s still not dead after all that?"

"His Spiritual Power is exhausted, his life force is nearly gone, his breath is like a thread, and his body has almost collapsed. Even if he’s not dead, he’s close enough!"

An Elder from the Xiao Family, an expert at the Innate Third Realm Middle Stage, spoke with cold indifference as he watched Jiang Jichen, who looked as if he could collapse and die at any second.

In truth, the four remaining Innate Third Realm Spirit Cultivators were anything but calm. They were terrified.

Jiang Jichen was only at the Innate First Realm Perfect Realm, yet his combat power was so terrifying. He had killed twenty Innate Second Realm cultivators and ten Innate Third Layer cultivators in a row. They feared that even the greatest genius in the Southern Continent would be no better at this same Realm.

And although they spoke like this, at this moment, as they surrounded Jiang Jichen, no one dared to be the first to attack, to take his life and his Storage Bag.

The previous battle had already instilled fear in their hearts. As long as Jiang Jichen wasn’t truly, completely dead, they didn’t dare to let their guard down for even a second.

The reason the four of them were still alive was because they hadn’t charged to the very front in the last battle; they were the most careful and cautious!

The others died because they had underestimated Jiang Jichen!