Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1523 - 824: The Treasure Mirror Subdues the Demon

Without a moment's delay!

Right away, arm-thick rays burst forth from the Five Directions Treasure Mirror all at once. These rays, colored red, white, black, blue, and yellow, converged from every direction onto a spot in the air.

The five hues blended together in a flash, forming a single strand of black 'light.' One look revealed its profound darkness, akin to a black hole devouring nearby illumination.

In the following instant, Zhao Sheng’s Divine Thought locked onto the silhouette hundreds of feet distant, his Heart Light surging as killing intent pierced the emptiness.

Swiftly, that black light strand ripped apart the void, slamming into Jun Tianxing like a bolt of lightning.

Jun Tianxing was completely stunned, his form rigid on the spot, absorbing the full force of the Great Five Elements Extinction Divine Light.

Yet right after, his body appeared illusory, shattering abruptly and then vanishing from existence under the Extinction Divine Light's erasure.

At the spot where Jun Tianxing had vanished, a basket-sized 'black hole' materialized.

As a space-time storm began erupting from the black hole, it contracted swiftly, gone in the wink of an eye.

The Great Five Elements Extinction had truly breached space-time barriers in a single blow, its might utterly astonishing!

Heh heh!

A wave of mad laughter abruptly rang out inside the Heavenly Rift Valley, echoing without end, as if myriad sharp needles stabbed into Zhao Sheng’s spirit.

'That so-called Great Five Elements Extinction Divine Light! Reciprocity is key! Accept this strike from this king, the Wind Thunder Sword Light Tide, heh heh!'

With the laughter ending, innumerable sword rays appeared out of nowhere, brilliantly radiant, banishing the valley's gloom in an instant.

Myriads of sword rays amassed like surging waves, becoming a vast Sword Sea amid raging gales, charging at Zhao Sheng and enveloping the nearby void for thousands of feet.

The sword rays rolled forward like ocean swells, carrying baleful Sword Intent that tore the void into countless spatial fissures.

Nearly at the same time, Zhao Sheng sensed constriction around him, as myriad air flows turned into unseen wind bindings, trapping him and preventing flight for a moment.

The very next second, the sword light tide engulfed Zhao Sheng, its supreme sharpness of Sword Intent rocketing upward, filling the area with thick, shadowy 'cracks.'

The space-time fissures mended and faded rapidly, leaving the void in turmoil, with nothing alive inside left untouched.

Right then, Jun Tianxing’s grin abruptly stiffened, a trace of incredulity crossing his features.

'Impossible!'

'Hehe, nothing's impossible in this realm! You wield Shift Shadows, but I employ the Golden Cicada Shell too. Face another attack from me, the Great Five Elements Divine Thunder!'

As words left his mouth, Zhao Sheng emerged from the Southern昙光Mirror, lightly tapping its face, pouring in abundant Divine Thought and Mana.

That instant, the Five Directions Treasure Mirror glowed intensely once more, and from its surface, basket-sized misty Thunder Balls emerged one by one. Also multicolored, each held a dreadful aura of destruction.

Within moments, 180 Five Elements Thunder Balls had emerged, brimming with spiritual power, scattering over the ten-mile surrounding void.

Zhao Sheng’s Divine Thought extended, weaving into threads of a huge net, seeking to locate Jun Tianxing’s position.

Yet this foe excelled in Wind Escape Technique, his presence diffused throughout the void, rendering precise detection nearly hopeless.

If capture proves futile, let it all detonate!

Zhao Sheng’s mind whirled swiftly, and he decided at once. His Divine Thought linked to every Five Elements Divine Thunder, inwardly uttering the command to 'explode.'

Suddenly, 180 Thunder Balls detonated with earth-shaking booms, turning heaven and earth into endless brilliance, as billions of thunderbolts raged forth, consuming the hundred-mile void instantly.

The central part of the Heavenly Rift Valley blazed with a massive burst of glaring light, its intensity dwarfing the sun by hundreds or thousands of times.

As the thunder and lightning sea expanded outward, the stone walls crumbled silently into oblivion.

A few breaths passed, and the thunder sea depleted, revealing a colossal, unfathomable crater nearly ten thousand feet wide, its surfaces polished like mirrors, adorned with crystals of diverse sizes.

'Fleeing? Where to?!'

Just then, a fierce yell thundered from above, as the Five Directions Treasure Mirror ascended rapidly, positioning itself in all directions.

The Eastern Kongsang Mirror's face lit up unexpectedly, and Zhao Sheng stepped out from it, gripping a Green Feather Sword.

His eyes flashed like bolts, scanning the hundred-mile expanse, then he abruptly slapped the treasure mirror at his back.

The instant after, the Five Directions Treasure Mirror hummed together, releasing five rays simultaneously, each widening quickly, their coverage expanding ceaselessly.

One breath later, the Five-Colored Divine Light bathed the hundred-mile void, sealing nearly every crevice.

Jun Tianxing had no place to conceal himself, compelled to show, but he promptly shed his Feather Robe, hurling it toward Zhao Sheng’s spot.

As the Feather Robe departed his grasp, it billowed with the breeze, becoming a vast awning that eclipsed sky and sun, shrouding dozens of miles around Zhao Sheng.

At the same time, countless feathers broke free from the Magic Robe, turning into myriad razor-sharp Feather Swords that slashed savagely at Zhao Sheng.

In a flash, fierce gales coiled around the thousands of Feather Swords from nowhere.

Legend holds that wind boosts the blade's force!

Empowered by the gales, the Feather Swords' velocity surged, soon surpassing ten times sound speed, their pace defying belief.

Boom boom boom!

Instantly, explosive rumbles resounded, quaking the Cloud Sky! Countless Feather Swords cleaved and multiplied repeatedly, clustering densely into a sea-like Sword Sea, totally immersing Zhao Sheng.

The Sword Dao boasts three supreme abilities: Sword Light Division, Sword Qi Thunder Sound, Heaven-Reaching Sword Rainbow.

Though Jun Tianxing was a Transformed Demon, he shone as a Sword Dao expert, mastering two of these grand Sword Dao powers.

To slay in one strike, he poured forth his full might.

However...

One breath on, the Northern Mirage Cloud Mirror gleamed anew, its surface waving, and Zhao Sheng appeared unharmed.

Beholding the foe intact, Jun Tianxing’s heart dropped inevitably. He waved promptly, and the sky-spanning magic robe shrank fast, reverting to original form and recloaking its master.

Concurrently, the myriad feather swords wheeled about, darting back swiftly, ultimately reverting to green feathers and rejoining the magic robe.

Jun Tianxing pulled back proactively by several miles, transmitting from afar: 'Your Excellency, your illusion arts are superb, even this king failed to pierce them. We've clashed multiple times without decisive outcome, why not end it here? No point in battling to the bitter end.'

After these bouts, Jun Tianxing grasped fully the difficulty of his adversary. Though outwardly even, he suffered setbacks inwardly, and retreat flickered in his mind.

'Hehe, survive this final strike, and I'll spare you!' Zhao Sheng chuckled faintly, issuing the dare right there.

'Arrogant!' Jun Tianxing fumed at the words, astonished that his overture met utter disdain.

He vowed then to annihilate this foe completely.

'Heh, witness my Divine Wind Domain!' Jun Tianxing cackled wildly once more, and boundless winds roared up around him. His form fused into the gales, vanishing utterly.

The winds screamed, ravaging hundreds of miles, birthing a gigantic tornado linking heaven and ground in mere breaths.

The wind column loomed black as pitch, swirling violently, soon spawning innumerable razor-thin, crystal-clear wind blades.

Guided by hurricane might, the countless clear wind blades streaked the skies, tracing erratic paths yet blanketing virtually all space.

Meantime, Zhao Sheng calmly shaped hand seals, directing dozens of spirit lights at the treasure mirror behind.

In a twinkling, the Northern Mirage Cloud Mirror trembled fiercely, splitting from one to ten, ten to hundreds, proliferating into thousands of treasure mirrors.

Simultaneously, the remaining four treasure mirrors duplicated endlessly into hundreds and thousands.

Suddenly, thousands of treasure mirrors crammed the void, resembling twinkling stars.

As the tornado hurricane, laden with myriad wind blades, barreled in, every treasure mirror fired five-colored beams.

The thousands of beams wove and layered, crafting a profoundly intricate spatial pattern.

The pattern endured briefly before fusing into an infinite light surge.

This light surge held mysterious potency. The instant the tornado hurricane plunged in, it dissolved tracelessly. The myriad wind blades evaporated like melting frost.

'No!'

That very moment, a piercing, reluctant bellow issued from the hurricane's core.

Jun Tianxing tumbled wretchedly into the void, his magic domain shrinking hastily, his body ensnared by countless five-colored chains, barely able to budge.

These five-colored chains pulsed with subtle law and will fluctuations, harshly curbing his mana and divine thought, even quelling his ability to manifest true form.

Zhao Sheng smiled softly, gesturing to scatter the immense light surge, drifting forward steadily.

Gazing at the writhing Jun Tianxing, he stated evenly, 'You’ve lost!'

Furious, Jun Tianxing bellowed with crimson eyes, 'This king hasn’t lost! This king holds many techniques unused. Were I unbound, could a trivial Little Nascent Soul challenge this king?'

Zhao Sheng ignored it, his face serene as he inquired again, 'Death or life—which do you choose?'

'Do you dare slay this king?! This king is the Golden Wing Roc King’s son, of supreme nobility. Slay this king, and my father, the Great Roc King, will avenge me personally. Can you, a paltry Little Nascent Soul, endure a Returning Void Demon Emperor’s fury?'

Free this king now! Or else—'

Slap!

Zhao Sheng struck resolutely, rendering Jun Tianxing senseless at once, remarking offhandedly, 'Noisy!'

Yet Jun Tianxing’s words held some validity.

This demon’s rank was unique, and dispatching him casually proved challenging.

Not from dread of pursuit by a Returning Void Demon Emperor, but reluctance to drag the Three Extremes Zhao Family into peril.

After brief reflection, Zhao Sheng conceived a plan.

Sweeping his sleeve, the Northern Kong Sang Mirror dropped from above, its face beaming expansive green radiance, drawing Jun Tianxing into the Mirror Heaven Realm for total containment.

Instantly, the other four treasure mirrors dissolved into light and withdrew, merging swiftly into Zhao Sheng’s form.

Zhao Sheng peered downward at the rift valley, noting the immense pit, his brows knitting slightly yet showing no urge to tidy it. Abruptly, he became a light streak, diving into the lower valley, destination unclear.

…

While Jun Tianxing endured suppression within the Kong Sang Mirror, the frenzied blood fight in the subterranean tunnel halted unexpectedly, sans warning.

The Golden Core Drilling Armor Demon Beasts grew wildly frantic of a sudden.

They lost all zeal for combat, scattering hastily soon after, each drilling into earth to flee desperately.

Gasping for breath, Zhao Yongxian observed the escaping Drilling Armor Demon Beasts, feeling fortunate yet riddled with questions.

Now, the tunnel lay in ruins, strewn with mangled remains, with only three Foundation Establishment youths enduring the fray, though all teetered on death's edge from grave wounds.

Zhao Yongxian spared no time for deeper thought, hastily dispensing healing spirit pills to the youths, while deploying his divine sense to seek other kin survivors.

At this juncture, bloodied Master Ming Yue reentered the tunnel. His gaze on the everywhere corpses mixed sorrow and relief, intricate and profound.

In other subterranean tunnels, merely a handful of Foundation Establishment youths outlasted to the finish.

Zhao Yongxian dashed through every tunnel with utmost speed, ultimately rescuing seven Foundation Establishment family members in total.

Of them, just four might heal fully, while the other three suffered severed limbs or ravaged meridians and Dantian, hindering return to prior prowess.

Half a day onward, daybreak came, the sun ascending eastward.

Zhao Yongxian and Master Ming Yue, escorting the seven youths, surfaced from below, rejoining the razed camp.

Surveying the mostly ruined Three Yin Evil Acupoints, Zhao Yongxian brimmed with sorrow, his spirit weighed down immensely.