Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 936 - 469: Power of the Immortal Slaying Flying Saber and Acquiring the Immortal Stone (Part 2)

For a cultivator at the Refining Void stage, it's rare nowadays to throw one's life away in a desperate mutual destruction with a foe.

"Good."

Right then, the Soul Devourer Old Demon and the Blood Beast Daoist had reached an agreement, both heaving sighs of relief.

They intended to wrap up this fight and then pursue other human cultivators, feasting on their bodies and souls; that way, they could heal their wounds without endless delay.

Numerous human settlements lay close by in their memories, ideal sources for their nourishment.

"The moment is here."

Just then, a chill flickered in Jiang Fan's gaze. After enduring such a prolonged wait, he had at last found the perfect instant to launch his assault. This was the most vulnerable phase for the pair of Refining Void Demon Cultivators.

Simultaneously, their clasp created an opening in their defenses.

They could never suspect that a Divinity Transformation Cultivator lurked in the vicinity, ready to strike them down.

Failing to seize this chance meant he could never eliminate these two Refining Void Demon Cultivators.

Boom~~~

In a flash, Jiang Fan drew forth the Sub-Immortal Artifact known as the Immortal Slaying Flying Saber.

The immense Primordial Magical Power surging inside him poured into this Sub-Immortal Artifact.

The once plain flying saber, empowered by this overwhelming force, began to glow with a soft white radiance.

It pulsed with a serene luminescence, as myriad enigmatic runes ignited across its surface, resembling a drifting starry river or the subtle murmurs of the Heavenly Dao. Every symbol radiated timeless and potent laws.

Suddenly, beams of white saber light erupted from the edge of the blade, lacking the fierce blaze of typical saber beams, but instead displaying a refined clarity that bordered on solidity—like pristine frost from the highest skies, concealing an irresistible edge within its icy veil.

Wherever the saber light swept through, the nearby void tore apart effortlessly like fragile parchment, generating small but distinct waves, as though the fabric of space quivered beneath this might, yet strangely produced no noise.

Even more terrifying were the Saber Intent and Killing Intent woven into it.

The Saber Intent loomed vast like an inescapable cage, seeming able to cleave through every tie in existence, infused with a defiant "In Heaven or Earth, Only I am Venerable"; the Killing Intent, meanwhile, was bottled up completely, leaking not a trace, but fusing quietly into the encircling void, blending seamlessly with this stretch of sky and land.

It transcended mere isolated "Killing Intent," becoming an element of the void itself, elusive and impossible to foresee, perceptible only faintly right before doom arrived, as a lethal frost emerging from the void's core.

Without doubt, this embodied the authentic Immortal Slaying Flying Saber.

Having reached the Third-Layer of Divinity Transformation, Jiang Fan could now unleash a portion of this Sub-Immortal Artifact's awesome might.

Whoosh!

No rush of parting air, nor any shift in shadows or gleam, could be perceived.

Guided by Jiang Fan, the Immortal Slaying Flying Saber shot forward, its speed exceeding what eyes or divine sense could follow.

It resembled an illusory specter, following a trajectory beyond comprehension, perfectly embodying the "antelope's horns without trace," as if it had always hovered before its marks.

Puff! Puff!

Within moments, two faint sounds of penetration echoed almost together.

The Blood Beast Daoist and the Soul Devourer Old Demon, those two Refining Void Demon Cultivators, stood stunned; they had no chance to respond, utterly clueless about the events unfolding.

At that instant, a stark bloodied puncture ran straight through their foreheads from front to back.

The white saber light had bored into their heads, dragging along a lingering wave of ruin that immediately shattered the Primordial Spirits within, denying them even a cry.

"An enemy? There's an enemy close by?"

"How can this be? Who's launching this strike against us?"

"You're joking, right? Did I actually perish just like that? This absurdly?"

The Blood Beast Daoist and the Soul Devourer Old Demon alike found it inconceivable. In their final gaze before oblivion, confusion and alarm mingled—even the strained expressions from their prior spellcasting lingered.

It stemmed from deep-seated doubt: with Refining Void cultivation, how had they missed the assailant's approach, sensing zero warning of peril? When had this flying saber materialized? How did it slip past their guards?

Myriad doubts barely surfaced in their minds before awareness faded away like retreating waves; their hulking forms toppled rigidly, the spark in their eyes fully extinguished, only those neat blood holes remaining.

Blood soaked the frozen, snow-covered earth completely.

"It succeeded, it truly succeeded."

Witnessing this, Jiang Fan couldn't suppress a pleased grin.

By wielding the Sub-Immortal Artifact Immortal Slaying Flying Saber on this occasion, he grasped that its genuine strength lay not merely in its fearsome edge and penetration, but in the inner force of devastation.

Upon breaching the foe's body, that force detonated right away, a might that swiftly erased the enemy's soul without remnant.

Thanks to this horrifying destructive power, not even demons boasting an Undying Body could endure the Immortal Slaying Flying Saber's assault.

That explained why the two Refining Void Demon Cultivators met their end so effortlessly, so straightforwardly.

Had it been some other Magical Treasure, dispatching them wouldn't have proven so straightforward.

After all, without an immediate kill, those two Refining Void Demon Cultivators would surely respond, vanishing in a blink and denying Jiang Fan any further shot at slaying them.

Thus, posing a massive lingering danger.

"Two additional Refining Void Cultivators felled; the Master is indeed overwhelmingly mighty."

The Demon Refining Pot observed and felt profound admiration.

It understood the enormous divide separating Divinity Transformation Cultivators from Refining Void ones all too well.

Under normal circumstances, a Divinity Transformation Cultivator slaying a Refining Void one, even via surprise, borders on impossible.

Yet here they lay, vanquished by the Master's hand. One could only imagine the sheer dread of the Master's prowess.

It's clear that even amid the Ancient Era's Void Realm, the Master would rank as a notable presence.

"This is trivial; the Master has slain Integration Cultivators before."

"Right now, it's mere play."

The Ten Thousand Transformations Immortal Cauldron declared proudly.

It sensed that trailing the Master brought brighter prospects with each passing day.

Maybe its Master would genuinely achieve immortality in time.

At that point, one individual's triumph would lift all associates, letting it too rise to the Immortal Realm alongside the Master.

"This young one grows more monstrous daily."

Upon seeing this, the Primordial Talisman Pen fell silent, at a loss for comment.

It had encountered no Divinity Transformation Cultivator this formidable before.

But given the youth's history, this didn't strike as entirely shocking.

In truth, it had grown accustomed to such marvels long ago.

Maybe he was a Child of Destiny, forever pulling off the impossible.

Boom~~

Right then, a notification pierced straight into the depths of Jiang Fan's mind.

"Through this fierce battle to the death, you've at last defeated the Blood Beast Daoist and the Soul Devourer Old Demon, triumphing over a deadly ordeal, gaining twenty million Luck Points, plus a Second-Grade Opportunity."

Sensing this update, Jiang Fan exhaled deeply in relief.

Without these alerts, he might have believed the foes lingered undead and the crisis persisted.

With the disaster now truly over, he could leisurely assess his gains.

"Is the Second-Grade Opportunity that Immortal Stone concealed in the valley?"

Jiang Fan's form blurred momentarily.

With a casual sweep of his arm, he gathered the remains of the Blood Beast Daoist and the Soul Devourer Old Demon, including their Storage Bags and two Demon Artifacts.

These ranked as valuable Upper treasures, too precious to abandon carelessly.

Whoosh!

In short order, he reached a location within the valley hiding a secret cavern.

From the cavern's heart, an overwhelming Spiritual Qi flowed out, thick beyond measure.

Even the slightest whiff of this presence invigorated the soul.

It felt like the whole frame immersed in pure Spiritual Liquid.

Stepping inside and peering around, Jiang Fan beheld lines of sparkling energy crystals, each no larger than a small stone, pure as flawless gems without flaw.

Still, these qualified as ultra-concentrated energy crystals.

Though pebble-sized apiece, every one packed power rivaling a billion Spirit Stones.

Better yet, they brimmed with Immortal Qi.

Before his eyes sat fully two hundred of them.

That meant two hundred Immortal Stones now belonged to him, worth two hundred billion Spirit Stones.

Such vast riches could stir envy even among Integration Cultivators.