Chapter 1878 - 193: Immortal Sword Draws Its Blade! (Part 2)

The entire Spirit Platform, under the illumination of the lunar and solar radiance, suddenly fell into stagnation.

Then, an invisible sharpness was revealed.

It was an extremely sharp Sword Intent.

Realizing the sharpness within his Spirit Platform, Jiang Ning immediately understood.

This was the attack the Martial King had just suffered.

The means of attack targeting the Primordial Spirit and the Divine Soul.

His Primordial Spirit now had a faint prickling sensation, like a needle suspended at the center of his brow.

The next moment.

He abruptly urged his Primordial Spirit.

Primordial Spirit Secret Technique, only the Primordial Spirit can withstand.

Just now, the Martial King was beheaded in one encounter, as the intensity of his Divine Soul had not been adequately tempered by Martial Arts intent.

That White-robed Sword Immortal had long achieved the Immortal Realm of Primordial Spirit.

His accumulation was obviously profound.

In addition, he was endowed with the orthodox inheritance of the Immortal Sect.

Various thoughts flashed through his mind, and at this moment, Jiang Ning did not dare to be careless.

Because in the Primordial Spirit Realm, he did not lead this White-robed Sword Immortal.

At most, his foundation might be slightly superior.

But the other possessed the complete Dao lineage of the Immortal Sect.

In an instant.

Within the Spirit Platform.

The Primordial Spirit shrouded in overlapping Yin Yang Mysterious Light erupted.

Hum—

A buzzing sound resonated, and the Spirit Platform inside and outside trembled together.

Within the Spirit Platform, the already high-suspended Great Sun and the rising Mingyue suddenly burst forth with endless radiance.

The sun and the moon shone together, the radiance no longer confined within him, but burst forth, manifesting externally.

Only to see above Jiang Ning’s head, a golden Great Sun and a silver-clear shine simultaneously rose, enhancing each other’s splendor, brilliantly illuminating as if shining for eternity.

At this moment, two completely different forces perfectly converged together, forming a tremendous invisible ripple.

This ripple, as if substantive, formed a ripple, centering on Jiang Ning, spreading in all directions.

Within the Spirit Platform.

The originally immobilized invisible Primordial Spirit Sword now slightly loosened.

However, as this ripple of the sun and moon together descended, it was immediately like ice and snow encountering a fierce sun, not even able to struggle, instantly melting away, turning into nothingness.

In the outside world.

The sword array gathered like a sea, countless tiny sword beams madly attacked Jiang Ning, emitting piercing sounds of air being torn apart and the clashing of metals.

However, when the ripple of the sun and moon together swept over the entire sword array, all flying swords were struck as if by lightning, trembling in unison.

Hum—

The sword array trembled, instantly falling into stagnation.

Subsequently, countless flying swords lost control, their sword light dimmed, and they fell like rain.

On the other side.

The face of the White-robed Sword Immortal suddenly changed, reflecting a trace of pain in his eyes.

In an instant, countless mental imprints were erased, causing a tremendous impact on himself.

At this moment, he had not yet had time to react more.

In front, that stalled sword array now transformed, like a hundred rivers converging into the sea, into streams of light, converging towards one place.

The next moment.

He saw Jiang Ning standing within the sword array, opening his mouth for a deep inhale.

In that inhale, the world changed, like a whale swallowing and a dragon breathing.

Countless flying swords poured into his mouth.

The sheer quantity and density of brilliance formed a white torrent, ceaselessly entering Jiang Ning’s abdomen.

"What kind of method is this!!" The White-robed Sword Immortal’s heart shook.

Yet he already realized that those flying swords entering Jiang Ning’s abdomen had completely severed links with him.

Crack—

Crack—

At this moment, within Jiang Ning’s abdomen, crisp sounds of shattering were heard.

He felt those flying swords entering his body, shattering one by one, then instantly decomposing within his abdomen, transforming into a pure energy essence, absorbed by his physical body.

Swallowing gold and consuming iron, nothing more than this.

Until the last flying sword entered Jiang Ning’s mouth.

At this moment, he secretly rejoiced in his heart.

Just now, those flying swords he swallowed into his abdomen, upon completion of refinement, he could sense, contained within a hundredfold pure energy essence.

From the energy he sensed, he knew that the Source Points could increase by several tens of points, even over a hundred points.

This was a serendipitous gain for him, and also a considerable harvest.

As the thought flashed through his mind, he then slowly closed his mouth, exhaling a breath of impure energy.

In the impure energy, starry metallic debris dissipated in the air.

All these changes occurred within just a few breaths.

At this moment.

The sun and moon hung over Jiang Ning’s head.

A phantom of the Primordial Spirit appeared behind him, like a divine specter three zhang tall, radiating layers upon layers of mysterious light.

Between the two, they reflected the sun and moon overhead.

The White-robed Sword Immortal watched this scene, his eyes incredibly solemn.

As someone who walked out from the Cave Heaven Blessed Land, he was well-versed and could naturally see what such a phenomenon represented.

"The sun and moon shine together, Yin and Yang as the foundation... Your foundation is actually of the highest caliber!" At this moment, there was a trace of disbelief in the White-robed Sword Immortal’s voice.

"Indeed, you have good insight!" Jiang Ning nodded.

Suspended above the Royal City, akin to a deity.

...

At this moment.

Below.

In the Imperial Palace.

Ji Minghao wore his imperial robe and looked up at the sky, eyes filled with fear and awe.

Although his strength was lacking, even he could see now.

In terms of the Immortal Dao Foundation, Jiang Ning was deeper than when he fought for the imperial throne.

He had clearly progressed further!

In his mind, information from a few days ago from the north surfaced.

Suppressing the Northern Barbarians’ chaos, slaying the North Barbarian State Preceptor King Zhuanlun outside the city.

Captured Ashina and eight thousand Great Snow Dragon Horses, collecting massive resources.

These achievements brought him immense pressure.

The greatness of these deeds left him at a loss on how to reward them.

"To what level has his power reached now?" Ji Minghao murmured, his tone filled with complex emotions.

Beside him.

Ji Xuan’s expression was equally serious.

The Martial Saint had passed away.

His closed-door cultivation naturally ended.

But at this moment, looking at Jiang Ning above the Royal City, he felt unsettled.

Even merely considering the Primordial Spirit, he saw that Jiang Ning’s achievements far surpassed their past duel.

Recalling the news of the Northern Barbarian State Preceptor’s slaying, a nameless fear surged within him.

This level of power already far exceeded his own.

Should they confront each other again now, he felt no confidence or hope of victory.

A sense of powerlessness swiftly surged through his heart.

He clenched his fist, yet found the current state lacked the confidence it once provided.

...

"If this sword doesn’t leave its scabbard now, you won’t have another chance!" Jiang Ning spoke, his lips barely moving.

His voice resounded like thunder across the sky and earth.

This was the resonance of the Primordial Spirit.

Upon hearing this, the White-robed Sword Immortal was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed intently on Jiang Ning.

The indifference and superiority in his eyes earlier had entirely vanished.

Replaced by unprecedented gravity and apprehension.

Such a manifestation of the Primordial Spirit had only been glimpsed in ancient texts.

But now, he had never seen it.

And those records, those who accomplished such, were all labeled with grand, supreme titles.

He slowly raised his right hand and unsheathed the longsword he had never used before.

"In shallow waters, a True Dragon can emerge!"

"Good! Very good!!"

"Now, you are worthy of me drawing this sword!"

As his words fell.

Countless eyes focused on the sheathed longsword held by the White-robed Sword Immortal.

From their words, everyone understood.

This suddenly appearing White-robed Sword Immortal’s strongest means was the sheathed longsword.

The next moment.

He placed his left hand on the scabbard, and his right hand on the sword hilt.

This sword was one of his strongest means, his trump card, given by the Cave Heaven Blessed Land to handle unforeseen changes.

"Why this sword?" Jiang Ning suddenly asked.

Hearing this, the White-robed Sword Immortal’s movement slightly paused.

Looking at Jiang Ning, he slowly opened his mouth.

"This sword is not mine; it is the Immortal’s Sword!"

"If you perish under this sword, you can consider it a fitting end!"

As his words concluded, his right hand pressed down hard, gripping the hilt tightly.

Zheng—

As a seam was drawn, a clear and extreme sword hum echoed across the heavens and earth!