Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 856 - 432: Destiny Bestowed, Emperor’s Judgment!

"Ignorant mortal."

"You have actually come before me to seek your own end."

"You are truly courting disaster."

"Nevertheless, your soul appears quite delicious. If I were to devour it, my cultivation would undoubtedly recover."

In that moment, the Soul Devourer Demon focused its gaze on Jiang Fan.

It broke into a fit of laughter, feeling immensely gratified.

The human cultivator standing before it had only reached the Ninth-Layer Nascent Soul level.

In this current age, such a person might be considered a formidable expert.

But to me, he is nothing more than a lowly ant.

Even in my most weakened state, this ant could never hope to be my equal.

After all, the disparity in our status is far too immense.

With a mere thought, I could likely plunge this boy into a dream realm and leave him at my mercy.

"Young man, you must depart at once; this is no place for you."

"I shall do everything in my power to keep the enemy at bay."

"Once you have ascended to the Divinity Transformation Level or even greater heights in the future, return to handle this demon."

"But as for right now, you are nowhere near ready."

The Array Spirit Burial let out a heavy sigh.

It reached a swift decision that, regardless of the cost, it had to obstruct this demon.

The talent displayed by this human cultivator was truly marvelous—he represented the world's hope for resisting the demonic invasion in the days to come.

He must not suffer such a miserable fate here, dying at the hands of a demon.

Such an event would be an unbearable loss for this world, a tragedy it could not stand to see.

"Fleeing is unnecessary."

"This demon shall fall today."

Jiang Fan looked upon the Soul Devourer Demon with composure and produced the Immortal Artifact, the Human Emperor Sword.

To truly execute this demon, the strength of this divine blade was required.

Having reached the Ninth-Layer Nascent Soul realm, his Primordial Magical Power had surged significantly.

This growth allowed him to extract even greater potential from the Immortal Artifact.

At that moment, the immense Primordial Magical Power within his body flooded into the Human Emperor Sword. A soft golden radiance began to glow from the weapon, as countless golden mystical runes drifted along the length of its blade.

Destiny bestowed!

Without hesitation, Jiang Fan triggered the first ability of the Human Emperor Sword. Upon its activation, it felt as though he was shielded by the Heavenly Dao and the destiny of the Human Race, receiving a direct blessing from the heavens.

By tapping into the power of destiny, he could cause his own strength to explode exponentially.

Boom~~

The second the Human Emperor Sword was unleashed, the sky cracked with a thunderous boom. From beyond the nine heavens, ten thousand golden lines descended like chains of fate, wrapping themselves tightly around Jiang Fan.

In a flash, the accumulated destiny of the Primordial Talisman Sect flooded in from every direction like a torrential tide. Wherever it surged, the mountains and rivers trembled, and the very earth began to roar.

Jiang Fan’s aura climbed higher and higher; his once steady magical power now surged like a violent storm. This massive force sent ripples through the fabric of the void, as if his strength had been forced upward into the Divinity Transformation Level.

Golden runes clustered around him like a sea of stars, glowing with an ancient and mysterious light, each one holding the most potent laws of heaven and earth.

His form was bathed in a blinding golden light which, as it intensified, began to trace the outline of a massive Human Emperor’s phantom.

The phantom loomed over the land, draped in the sun and moon. Its majestic presence suppressed heaven and earth, as if a genuine Human Emperor had traveled through time to arrive on this battlefield.

Simultaneously, a vast scroll depicting rivers and mountains manifested. It showed grand peaks and flowing waters, with commoners living in harmony—a symbol of the Human Race's prosperity and the ultimate authority of the Human Emperor.

"Wait, is this actually happening?"

"The Immortal Artifact Human Emperor Sword!"

"This youth is the Child of Destiny; he is the Human Emperor."

The Array Spirit Burial was completely stunned by the sight. It felt an overwhelming, irresistible pressure, as if it were being forced to bow down and become a loyal subject.

The sheer power of this Immortal Sword was beyond what it could have imagined.

Even though the gathered destiny was somewhat thin, the destructive potential it could release was already terrifying.

Emperor’s Judgment!

In the following heartbeat, Jiang Fan swung the Human Emperor Sword, triggering the second ability of the Immortal Artifact. The sword's light possessed the ability to lock onto the enemy's aura, ensuring the strike would never miss.

No matter how the target tried to dodge, the blow was inevitable.

This was a tracking power rooted in the laws of cause and effect.

Thud!

A brilliant beam of sword light tore through the firmament; it carried the supreme authority to judge all existence. Space splintered and time seemed to freeze wherever the light passed.

The sword light shot forward like a bolt of golden lightning with world-shaking force, flying straight toward the Soul Devourer Demon.

"The Immortal Artifact Human Emperor Sword?"

"I never suspected you humans had secured this Immortal Artifact."

"However, you are far too feeble to bring out even a fraction of its true power."

"To dare swing that blade at me is nothing more than seeking your own death."

"Today, you shall die here, and the Human Emperor Sword will belong to me."

"Wait—no, that isn't right."

"You aren't trying to kill me; you are targeting the scar on my body."

"Curse you, how could you possibly know about the scar left upon me?"

Initially, the Soul Devourer Demon had worn a look of pure contempt. While the power of the Human Emperor Sword was a significant threat, it believed being killed by it was impossible.

Yet, it soon realized something was wrong.

The sword light was locked onto a specific sword scar buried within its form.

That wound had been carved during the Ancient Era by a Peerless Sword Immortal, leaving behind a persistent scar that throbbed with pain and flared up periodically.