Chapter 193 - 138: Sword Qi Sweeps Across Three Thousand Li

Chapter 193: Chapter 138: Sword Qi Sweeps Across Three Thousand Li

On Celestial Mountain Peak, a sea of clouds churned.

Jiang Jiayi, the Red-clothed Sword Immortal, suddenly opened her eyes. Sword shadows seemed to rise and fall within her pupils, bringing the surrounding wind and snow to a standstill.

She sensed an extraordinary disturbance.

A Demon had emerged.

"Blood Demon?" Her voice was like shattered jade striking ice.

She had sensed a demonic aura back when Xia Lianxue was with the Spirit Race. Later, during the New Year, the Little Fairy in a White Skirt had recounted the tale for fun. That was how Jiang Jiayi learned it was a Blood Demon. The little fairy had even showered her with flattery, saying how amazing she was, only to have her own pretty face smeared with flour in return.

The demonic aura today was identical to the one from back then. It had to be a Blood Demon.

And from the looks of it, the source was in the direction of the Blood Demon Palace.

Jiang Jiayi’s red robes stirred without a breeze, her sleeves billowing like a blood-soaked sunset. She focused her senses, her elegant brow knitting slightly.

Besides the Blood Demon, another aura—one she had never encountered before—was locked in battle with it. It felt as if it shared the same origin as the Desire Demon, yet it was far more ancient and violent. ’What in the world is that?’

No matter.

Separated by thousands of miles, Jiang Jiayi couldn’t see what it was. But the Wooden Sword was already in her hand. ’It doesn’t matter what it is. It’s clearly nothing good, so killing it is the only answer.’

Too many anomalies had appeared this year. Yet, most of the time, neither she nor the Daoist Sect Master had intervened. Or rather, their intervention had rarely been necessary.

But today was different.

Jiang Jiayi raised a hand, levitating the Wooden Sword. The entire Celestial Mountain trembled. Her Magic erupted forth in a frenzy. High in the heavens, the True Sword Dao Star flared with brilliant light. Throughout the Daoist Sect, every sword began to hum with a clear, ringing cry, as if celebrating the unsheathing of the Wooden Sword.

Ten thousand swords surged forth!

At that moment, the peerless Innate Sword Body revealed its full, piercing might. No sharper sword could be found in all the world.

The Red-clothed Sword Immortal stood upon the Celestial Mountain Peak and spoke in a tone that was nothing less than a command.

"Slay!"

Distant are the mists, heavy are the twilight clouds.

A streak of crimson pierced the vast sky.

The beam of sword light, which could tear all things asunder, shot out across three thousand miles!

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Lu Changyuan stared in equal disbelief at the Black Dragon in the midst of the bloody rain.

The shock of seeing a creature straight out of myth appear in the world for the first time was truly immense.

Brilliant golden words appeared once more.

[The Blood Demon Lord has devoured the Dragon Blood and transformed into a dragon]

"That is not a true Black Dragon," Qiu Yuehan said, her gaze carrying a chilling killing intent.

Lu Changyuan couldn’t help but ask, "How do you know?"

"A true Black Dragon isn’t this weak. Besides, I’ve fought a real one before. I remember I won that fight... at the very least, I didn’t lose. Yes, I definitely didn’t lose! Its flesh and blood disintegrated, leaving only its head behind."

’She did something like that?’

A phantom of the Netherworld flickered in and out of existence behind Qiu Yuehan, looking as if it might descend at any moment. The Path of Death trembled, seeming to yearn to break free from the shackles of the Void and tear its old enemy to shreds once more, even if this wasn’t the true Black Dragon.

Lu Changyuan watched the slender draconic form in the rain of blood. ’There’s no way you could call that thing weak,’ he thought. ’The Blood Demon Lord is a Yao Guang. How weak could a Black Dragon be when transformed with the power of a Yao Guang?’

"What do you mean you won?"

There was no response.

Lu Changyuan reached out and gently pinched the Moon Fairy’s lovely chin, pulling Qiu Yuehan back from her reverie.

"That’s a dragon transformed from the Blood Demon Lord... Just how strong were you back in the day, Nether Monarch?"

The Moon Fairy didn’t resist. She obediently let him tilt her chin up to face him, her eyes shimmering as she spoke. "Before I reached the realm beyond Yao Guang, I was weaker than you." ℴℴ𝘮

Lu Changyuan asked, exasperated, "What happened after? Did it die?"

Qiu Yuehan shook her head. "I don’t know. I can’t quite remember if I managed to inflict the concept of death upon it. We were both grievously wounded. After that, I was so badly injured that I turned into the Holy Bead... I don’t know anything that happened after."

[The Black Dragon’s blood and flesh became part of the Desire Demon. The Black Dragon’s head fell, and now it gazes at the sun all day long.]

Lu Changyuan froze for a moment.

He had always wanted to kill the Desire Demon for good, but to eliminate something like that, one needed to know its origins. He never expected to uncover a piece of that puzzle here.

’What in the world is this thing I’m seeing? What are its origins, that it knows even secrets like this?’

Qiu Yuehan narrowed her eyes at the Black Dragon and said, "The Evil Buddha is about to lose."

As soon as the words left her mouth,

A sharp screech from the Evil Buddha echoed across the heavens as another spectral manifestation of the Evil Buddha rose behind it.

"Xue Lie!!!"

The Evil Buddha, now fused with the Blood Demon, was swatted high into the sky like a ball. The dragon’s sharp tail sliced through the Void, tearing away a large part of the Evil Buddha’s body in the process.

The Black Dragon reared its long neck, and a torrent of Dragon’s Breath, burning with searing heat, fell upon the Evil Buddha. The Evil Buddha tried to dodge, but discovered in horror that it was as if he were locked in place, completely unable to evade the blast.

The pain, as if it could scorch the very soul through the flesh, bored deep into its marrow. The Evil Buddha let out a bloodcurdling shriek.

There was no need for any other magic. The Black Dragon tore through the Celestial Vault as if it were a bolt of black satin.

Viscous, blood-red mist billowed from between its abyss-black Dragon Scales.

With the most primitive and savage force, the dragon’s claws plunged deep into the Buddha Head. Accompanied by a shriek that made space itself tremble and shatter, the Evil Buddha’s golden body was brutally ripped in two.

The Buddha’s effigy, so incomparably sinister just moments before, was shredded beneath its claws as easily as a clay doll.

With its spectral manifestation shattered, the Evil Buddha’s true form was like an ant beneath the colossal dragon’s body.

WHOOSH!

The Black Dragon whipped its tail, creating a piercing sonic boom.

High in the Celestial Vault, a gigantic, bloody firework suddenly blossomed. The rain of blood, now mixed with the Evil Buddha’s black blood, fell in droplets as a spray of flesh and gore filled their entire vision.