Novel Full Chapter 1946
Chapter 1946: Chapter 1521: He Just Lost, but I'm Going to Die_2 Chapter 1946: Chapter 1521: He Just Lost, but I'm Going to Die_2 Jiang Hao's eyes swirled with the motions of the Tao.
The wheel of time turns, and all of heaven and earth contribute their strength.
“Come!”
In an instant, the wounds of an era were drawn forth by the karma on Jiang Hao's body, then collapsed into the Moon-Slaying Saber technique.
Jiang Hao took a step forward, and with a slash of his saber, he said: “Master, come and witness the saber from the era.”
Master Zhuangshuo watched Jiang Hao and casually struck out, with a voice coming from the void: “Karma.”
Boom!
The Tao surged, karma overturned, sun and moon inverted.
Jiang Hao's saber seemed to have reached the opponent.
However, Jiang Hao let out a wild laugh, confident, arrogant, spirited: “I am the cause of all; within the web of karma, without my command, which thread dares to respond to you?
The saber from the era.
Slash!”
Crack!
Roar!
Sun and moon restored, karma returns to ruins, the Tao subsides, and finally, only a saber slash remains in the starry sky.
This slash lands on Master Zhuangshuo's neck.
With a pfft sound.
The head parts from the body.
Jiang Hao dares not rejoice, as he steps forward and slashes once again.
The second form, Mountain Suppression.
However, before the cut could land, suddenly a wound appeared on his body.
Pfft!
Jiang Hao was thrown back, with the Tao collapsing around him.
The saber light shattered.
“Sanghai Cangtian,” a voice emanated from the void.
In an instant, the strength of time enveloped Jiang Hao.
Pfft!
Even as Jiang Hao wielded the Moon-Slaying saber technique.
Yet his body was tortured by the endless Tao, as the wounds swiftly spread.
Blood spilled by the whole bag, staining Heavenly Stele Mountain red.
But soon, Jiang Hao took a step out.
His voice came from the void: “Light and Dust technique.”
In an instant, Jiang Hao's figure vanished, and then the force of years dissipated, and Master Zhuangshuo, who was about to recover, directly lost that ability.
“Tao is born alongside me,” came a voice from the void, as Master Zhuangshuo's body began to heal once more.
Yet Jiang Hao still gripped the saber, drawing forth the wounds of the era, and attacking once again.
The Tao was still yet vast, annihilated yet restored.
The light of the saber was displayed on top of the void.
The figures of the two rapidly changed, suddenly disappearing into space-time, then just as suddenly reappeared.
Jiang Hao did not stop attacking, and Master Zhuangshuo began to make his moves as well.
Voices could always be heard from the void, but sometimes a voice had only just begun before it was suppressed by the other.
Blood began to spill.
The Daoist Temple collapsed and was rebuilt.
The struggle of the Tao, ceaseless and unending.
Jiang Hao's saber was quick, but the beheaded Master Zhuangshuo somehow moved even faster, striking Jiang Hao's chest with a palm.
A mouthful of blood was spat out, but the blood transformed into a saber of the Tao and slashed down.
Blood fell upon the Heavenly Stele Mountain, with the Ancient Yin-Yang Millstone beginning to bear the Karma.
Who knows how much time passed when the space began to contract, and the Tao began to collapse.
Jiang Hao was tattered and his flesh began to evaporate.
While Master Zhuangshuo's body started to dematerialize.
Jiang Hao felt he was about to evaporate within the Tao.
A sense of powerlessness spread throughout his heart.
Seemingly unable to escape, feeling all this.
Jiang Hao recalled the past.
Experiencing the lengthy march of years.
Even as time rushed by in his eyes, he remained not without action.
The Heart of Dao congealed within him, a complete path manifested.
It seemed to encompass heaven and earth, as if a whole new existence.
But it could not escape from heaven and earth.
Yet it could provide him with infinite strength.
This was not the Tao he desired, but the Tao he had condensed over long years, to face this day.
With his own path as the foundation, to condense a complete path.
To transcend all Daluo.
To stand shoulder to shoulder with Helpless Heaven, Human Emperor, Gu Jin.
Today, he was the pinnacle among them.
Three eras, more than twenty thousand years of time, even if quickly passing, were enough for him.
At this moment, Jiang Hao burst forth with unprecedented strength, his two fingers forming the blade.
“Collapse!”
The complete Tao collapsed, turning into endless strength fused with the wounds of the era.
Then the name Gu Jin completely ignited.
Afterwards, he stepped out, raising his saber.
The fourth form of the Heavenly Blade, No Regrets!
Jiang Hao's voice echoed from the void:
“A cut that rises from the Sea of Heart, that strikes others as well as myself!”
The moment they felt this dreadful aura, Master Zhuangshuo's wounds recovered to normal, and then he reversed his palm.
“World within the palm, the beginning of the Tao,” a voice came from the void.
Saber and palm collided.
There was no sound, no change in the Tao.
Everything seemed to have paused.
As if frozen there.
Until a long time had passed.
Bang!
The starry sky shattered, and the Tao dispersed.
The Daoist Temple collapsed.
Finally sinking into the abyss.
Below, Dao Er and the others saw no one.
Xuanyuan Ping'an protecting his mother, curiously asked: “Mr. Dao Er, what happened in the end?”
“I don't know,” Dao Er shook his head.
Then, footsteps were heard.
They came from inside the Daoist Temple.
At this moment, the two became anxious, looking towards the full door.
In just a moment, Jiang Hao stumbled out, his body in ruins.
Xuanyuan Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Hao, feeling the changes in his body, sensed his days were numbered.
Only remnants of the name Gu Jin remained.
Dao Er in front of him could kill him.
The Tao had completely collapsed.
Yet, to his regret…
That wound had not fully dissipated.
Jiang Hao slumped to the ground, looking at the nearly vanished wound, silent.
He had originally intended to use Cheng Yun to exhaust this wound.
But in the final moment, no matter what, he was unable to make it fully disappear.
“Still too shallow in understanding, my Path is not profound enough.”
Jiang Hao sighed.
At this time, Dao Er and Xuanyuan Ping'an came up.
“Are you alright, Mr. Dao?” Xuanyuan Ping'an asked nervously.
Jiang Hao shook his head slightly.
Then, looking at the Blue-skirted Fairy, he said: “I will find a coffin for her, but I cannot guarantee success.”