Chapter 1221: My Lord!

Chapter 559

“Too slow.”

He gently uttered three words.

Then, the blood-colored sword energy at his fingertip shot out silently.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no dazzling brilliance.

That blood-colored sword energy quietly flew out, as if it wasn’t tearing through space, but rather, on a still canvas, was being gently painted by an artist.

It seemed slow, yet possessed a speed that surpassed the concept of space and time.

In the Sewn Giant’s perception, an uncrossable gulf seemed to exist between its devastating punch and the tiny sword energy.

It watched helplessly as the blood light easily bypassed the destructive storm its fist had stirred up, and then, in its vision, grew larger… and larger…

Poof!

A soft sound, like a bubble bursting.

The blood-colored sword energy accurately pierced the Sewn Giant’s brow.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The Sewn Giant’s colossal body, as vast as a mountain, froze in midair, its fist, capable of shattering stars, halted less than three feet above Xu Ran’s head, the breeze from the punch ruffling his hair.

In its murky eyes, which held only brutality and greed, for the first and last time, appeared a trace of bewilderment.

It couldn’t comprehend what had happened.

The next moment.

Crack… crack-crack…

Fine blood-colored cracks started from its brow and, like a web, instantly spread across its entire body!

Through those cracks, it was visible that the indestructible body, pieced together from countless divine and demonic remains, was being irreversibly “reversed” from its core by an unstoppable force!

Sturdy bones turned into fragile powder.

Thundering Qi Blood solidified into decayed mire.

The undying obsessions and resentments forming its body were forcibly erased by a more dominant, ancient will!

Boom!!!

In a dull, thunderous sound, the Sewn Giant, whose physique surpassed the realm of a Daoist Monarch, didn’t explode or turn to blood mist; instead, it… quietly collapsed.

Its massive form turned into a blanket of gray dust within a breath, drifting away with the wind, as if it had never existed in this world.

Only a tide of the purest, ocean-like Life Origin and shattered Dao Principle fragments, drawn by the revolving blood-colored sword energy, transformed into a torrent, all flooding into Xu Ran’s body.

Xu Ran closed his eyes, feeling the surge of power within him and the pleasant sensation of those minor cracks in his Dao Foundation rapidly mending, letting out a satisfied sigh.

Daoist Monarch Third Heaven mid-stage… late-stage… Perfection!

Just by devouring the essence of a Daoist Monarch peak, his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, reaching the pinnacle of the Third Heaven, only a step away from the Fourth Heaven!

This is the way of “Reverse!”

Waging war to thrive on war, plundering myriad paths to make them his own! Dominant, unreasonable!

Having done all this, Xu Ran slowly lifted his head, looking towards the direction where two well-off figures had fled, his eyes calm.

“Can you escape?”

He whispered to himself, then his Divine Thought stirred slightly.

…

In the deep recesses of the distant Sea of Realms, amidst a floating band of stellar debris.

A black streak of light abruptly halted, revealing the figure of the Black Armored Knight. He panted heavily, his Divine Soul still palpitating intensely, his face filled with the relief of having narrowly escaped death.

“Damn it! What the hell is that monster?! A newly-advanced Daoist Monarch Third Heaven, how could it possibly…”

Before he could finish, his expression suddenly changed!

To his horror, he discovered an almost imperceptible speck of… blood color, had somehow appeared within his Slaughter Origin of the Great Dao!

That speck of blood color, like a bone-embedding thorn, could not be eradicated no matter how he invoked his Divine Power, and instead, started slowly… spreading!

“This is… that sword energy?! When?!”

The Black Armored Knight was terrified!

He remembered, at the moment that sword energy shot towards the Sewn Giant, a hint of Sword Intent too faint to be noticed seemed to brush past his shadowy clone!

Just that tiny bit had silently invaded his Origin of the Great Dao!

“No!!!”

He let out a desperate roar, frantically surging his Slaughter Great Dao, trying to “cut” the blood color out.

However, his “Slaughter” appeared so childish and laughable before the “Reverse” will represented by that speck of blood color.

Poof!

The blood color seemed provoked by his Power, suddenly bursting out with resplendent light!

The Black Armored Knight’s body stiffened violently, black blood trickling from his seven orifices. His eyes instantly lost all their brilliance.

His Slaughter Great Dao was reversed… from the inside!

The black spear, which had accompanied him for countless eons and drunk the blood of numerous powerhouses, let out a mournful wail, turning its head and piercing through his heart fiercely!

“I… am unwilling…”

This was his last trace of Divine Thought left in this world.

Immediately thereafter, his body, along with his Divine Soul and his Great Dao, was completely devoured by the blood-colored force, transformed into pure energy, traversing endless void to be absorbed by a certain existence afar.

…

On the other side, in a turbulent region of twisted Law Turbulence.

Tens of thousands of ghastly green eyeballs were frantically shuttling, their destination a hidden lair on the other end of the turbulence.