Birth of the Demonic Sword

Chapter 1741 - 1741. Purpose

The three cultivators suppressed the violent thoughts that were invading their mental spheres before throwing them out of their minds. Pure anger filled their faces as they glanced toward the broken pool, and their eyes eventually ended on Noah.

"Do you think death scares us?" One of the cultivators asked.

"We work for a higher purpose," The second cultivator exclaimed. "How can a mere law fight against the world?"

"Don't underestimate him," The third cultivator announced. "His defying power is a necessity of Heaven and Earth's system. Someone with this ability must exist among perfection."

Noah's eyes sharpened as anger filled his mind. The third cultivator was trying to give his merits to Heaven and Earth. He was describing his many achievements and struggles as a mere consequence of the ruler's pursuit of perfection.

"She is mine," Noah growled while pointing toward the third cultivator.

"I'll take the second," Robert announced from his position. "I can't stand the devoted anymore."

A wave of sharp energy flew through the battlefield and acc.u.mulated next to Noah. That power soon took Sword Saint's shape, and the expert didn't hesitate to create a silver blade.

"Just give me someone to cut," Sword Saint sighed, and Noah promptly pointed toward the first cultivator.

The experts coming out of the destroyed ground began to fill the now non-existent surface. They amassed there and stared at the existences in the sky. Fear spread inside their minds, but some hope persisted due to their leaders near the golden barriers.

"Split, or I'll do that for you," Noah sighed while rising the Demonic Sword.

His ambition surged again. A dark halo began to cover the blade and spread its influence in the area. Black spots started to appear among the white sky, and some of them even gained life.

The trio could only stare as some of the black lumps of gas began to devour each other before throwing themselves into the sky. They were hungry, and the area had a lot of energy. Nothing could stop them from eating it.

"Come on," Noah said as faint growls mixed with his human words. "We have already divided ourselves. I suggest you take different spots of the battlefield now."

Heavy pressure began to flow out of Noah's figure. His pride fused with the environment and made his voice sound like a tyrannical presence.

The three cultivators didn't know what to do. They had lost the pool, and their opponents overpowered them. King Elbas had also cut their escape routes. They had to fight, and their opponents were even offering them the chance to have one versus one battles.

The trio exchanged a glance before deciding to split. The first and second cultivators flew toward the edges of the shattered plain while the old woman remained in her position. Her eyes wanted to focus on Noah, but the pride that had filled the sky made his presence difficult to identify.

Sword Saint and Robert went after their respective opponents. King Elbas glanced at the liquid stage cultivators near the shattered surface and rolled his eyes. Instead, Wilfred, Jordan, and the other experts hidden in the mountain chain set off to reach those weaker troops.

Steven decided to remain on the sidelines. He took his place on a mountain peak and studied the battlefield. He had revealed his presence, but he only wanted to watch the various fights.

King Elbas also struggled to decide whether to join the battle or not. His companions had enough power to handle their opponents, so fighting now had no meaning. He could enjoy the sight from the sidelines and study the various laws unless something major happened.

The battles in the sky didn't begin right away. Noah and the others studied their opponents for a few seconds before getting ready for the imminent clash.

Noah's opponent had the aspect of an old woman filled with wrinkles. She barely had hair left, and her hunched back also described how ancient that expert was.

"You seem to know a lot about Heaven and Earth," Noah exclaimed as black roots and dark matter covered his figure. "What did they tell you about me? I want to hear how they masked their mistake in front of their followers."

"You might be resistant to Heaven and Earth's laws," The woman announced, "But we didn't give up on our existence just yet. We plan to fuse, not receiving."

Noah remained silent to study those words. Every piece of information he heard about Heaven and Earth became part of a puzzle inside his mind. Everything would eventually lead to a complete explanation, but he still felt far away.

"Won't you lose yourself after fusing with the sky?" Noah asked. "Why would you even give up on your individuality?"

"Heaven and Earth is only another path toward the tenth rank," The woman replied. "You might despise the rulers, but they are trying to achieve everyone's dream. Opposing them is akin to cutting the journey short."

Noah glanced toward the sky. He didn't believe that Heaven and Earth were the only existences in the entire universe aiming for the tenth rank. There had to be something else out there, especially since the "Breath" was only a consequence of the rulers.

"Heaven and Earth decided to trap this world and own the cultivation journey," Noah said while moving his eyes back on the woman. "You can't expect me to believe that they are saviors."

"They are leaders!" The woman shouted. "Underlings might lose their trust in them, but the truth behind their actions remains. You must stop thinking about yourself as a single individuality and start to consider the entire world! We can ascend in the superior realm as a combined existence!"

"I have seen what Heaven and Earth do to laws that don't belong to their system," Noah sighed. "You are only a fool to believe that they will let you keep your consciousness."

"They did," The woman continued while spreading her arms. "Can't you sense it? Can't you feel the power of my law?"

Small fiery spheres appeared on the woman's palms. They began to expand to create massive suns similar to Fergie's techniques, but they suddenly started to shrink once they reached a specific size.

The suns shrunk and returned to their shape of small spheres in the expert's palms. The power contained in their structure had surged after the process, and their scarlet color had also intensified.

'Her law doesn't involve fire or heat,' Noah thought while inspecting the fiery spheres. 'She wants to achieve light.'

"Bathe in the sun of a lower plane!" The woman shouted before throwing one of the spheres toward Noah.

The fiery sphere enlarged until it became a massive red sun. Its size almost made it reach the other battlefields, and its heat began to melt the shattered ground.

Noah stared at the scarlet radiance drawing close. He could sense the expert's d.e.s.i.r.e to illuminate the entire world with her light. She wanted to become a better version of the white sky.

Respect suddenly surged inside Noah. He could accept that feeling, but the intentions behind it were clearly off.

His arm stretched toward the nearing scarlet sun, and the flames soon enveloped his limb. The power contained by a solid stage spell could hurt his body, but he didn't care. His creation was trying to build something meant to destroy.

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Author's notes: I woke up with 38, but the fever eventually vanished in the afternoon. It has yet to reappear, so I can only hope for the best. Anyway, I will still stick to this schedule for another day to make sure that my body is fully healed. I hope you understand that I don't want to jump back on the 5chapters/day train before making sure that I'm fine.