Chapter 493 - 491: The Earth Spirit Profound Nether Appears

Waves of Brahma Sound emanated from Shen Haoran’s lips. The countless sword phantoms filling the sky began to keen, and an icy chill swept through the great hall, making it feel like an Asura’s hell.

Suddenly, the innumerable sword phantoms converged, and an incomparably brilliant Sword Light flared to life. The moment it appeared, the entire world seemed to dim in comparison, as if this single, dazzling beam was the only thing left in existence.

Gazing at the brilliant Sword Light that shot toward the heavens, the Martial Artists in the hall couldn’t help but gape, too shocked to utter a single word. Beneath this Sword Light, they felt just how insignificant they were. Even Xue Shitian and Wuqing didn’t dare to make the slightest move.

"Sever!"

With the brilliant Sword Light formed, Shen Haoran roared and swung down at the Black Jade Death Warrior just inches away. The instant he moved, so did the Sword Light. The onlookers saw only a flash of light as the dazzling beam tore through the void and slammed into the Black Jade Death Warrior’s body. The Black Jade Armor, which had been freakishly defensive before, was cut through as easily as tofu. Before the Black Jade Death Warrior could even react, the Sword Light cleaved it in two!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM...

After Shen Haoran’s One Sword Asura sliced the Black Jade Death Warrior in half, its power did not diminish in the slightest. It shot like lightning toward the depths of the great hall, unstoppable in its path. The floor of the hall, already in ruins, was torn asunder by a Sword Mark several zhang wide, leaving a hideous gash in the earth.

BANG...

The Sword Light flashed forward and finally slammed into the high platform where the throne sat. Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, the platform—made of some unknown material—violently exploded. Countless fragments of stone flew into the air as the Sword Light finally dissipated.

"He... He succeeded?" Seeing this, Jian Wushuang stared blankly at Shen Haoran. ’That last strike... not even the highest-Level Martial Skill of the Wind Sword Sect could compare to it in the slightest. Did Shen Haoran really just kill the Black Jade Death Warrior?’

It wasn’t just Jian Wushuang; the other Martial Artists in the hall also began to cheer. The oppressive aura from the Black Jade Death Warrior had vanished. They never expected Shen Haoran to defeat it all by himself. Now, they had nothing left to worry about.

*Phew...* A short distance away, Shen Haoran heaved a heavy sigh of relief before his face went pale and he collapsed onto the ground, completely drained. This time, he had used the complete version of One Sword Asura. Its power was countless times greater than the one he’d used to kill Bai Li at the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. Unleashing such a powerful Martial Skill had instantly exhausted all the Spiritual Power in his body. Even his Primordial Small World had dimmed considerably. It would take at least a few days to recover.

’Still, at least I dealt with the Black Jade Death Warrior,’ Shen Haoran thought, looking at the distant pile of shattered bones that was once the automaton.

BOOM!

However, before Shen Haoran and the others could even catch their breath, the entire hall began to shake violently. Cracks spread across the floor like a spiderweb, and chunks of rock rained down from the ceiling. It was as if a massive earthquake had erupted.

"What’s happening? Are there more Death Warriors?"

"No way! The Sheepskin Scroll said the Black Jade Death Warrior was the highest-Level one. How could there be others?"

"Who the hell knows! This Secret Realm is huge, anything’s possible!"

A series of screams rang out as everyone scrambled to dodge the falling rubble, cursing as they ran. They were a pathetic sight.

Shen Haoran’s expression grew solemn. He quickly pulled two Elixirs from his Storage Ring and stuffed them into his mouth, beginning to restore his nearly depleted Spiritual Power. ’If another powerful enemy shows up now, in my current state, I’m a dead man.’ he thought.

The ground continued to tremble for a while longer before finally settling. The crowd looked around warily but didn’t spot anything out of the ordinary.

But before they could let down their guard, a deafening roar erupted. Immediately after, an immense and unbelievably pure torrent of Spiritual Power gushed out from beneath the high platform, instantly kicking up a Spiritual Power storm.

BOOM! BOOM...

The terrifying Spiritual Power storm pulverized everything nearby. Seeing this, the Martial Artists in the hall began to retreat frantically. A few who weren’t fast enough were engulfed by the storm, instantly reduced to a bloody pulp before vanishing completely, becoming one with the torrent.

After expanding for several dozen meters, the Spiritual Power storm finally came to a halt. Everyone stared at the now-tangible tempest, unable to stop themselves from sucking in a sharp breath.

"The Spiritual Power has materialized! Just how pure does it have to be for that to happen?!"

"This Spiritual Power... it’s Earth Attribute! It’s even purer and more violent than the energy in the Desert Land!" one of the disciples said, swallowing hard as he stared at the storm.

At this moment, however, Shen Haoran’s eyes were blazing as he stared at the Spiritual Power storm, his body trembling with excitement. The aura emanating from it was all too familiar—it was the Earth Spirit Profound Nether he had been searching so desperately for.

Inside his body, the Fire Spirit Black Obsidian seemed to sense the presence of the Earth Spirit Profound Nether and began to churn violently. Shen Haoran took a deep breath, suppressing the agitated Fire Spirit Black Obsidian, a look of joy spreading across his face as he gazed at the storm.

’No wonder I couldn’t sense the Earth Spirit Profound Nether’s aura before. It was sealed beneath this platform!’ Two black glints flashed in Shen Haoran’s eyes. He peered through the Spiritual Power storm toward its center, where the platform he had just shattered once stood. From beneath it, tangible Spiritual Power was gushing out endlessly. ’The Earth Spirit Profound Nether must be down there.’

"This... It couldn’t be the Earth Spirit Profound Nether, could it?!" Elsewhere in the hall, someone besides Shen Haoran had also recognized the aura and cried out in shock.

"The Earth Spirit Profound Nether!" At these words, all the Martial Artists present froze for a second before their eyes lit up with feverish desire. The Earth Spirit Profound Nether! One of the Five Great Celestial Spirits! If they could obtain it, their future paths and achievements would be simply unimaginable!

The mention of the Earth Spirit Profound Nether had captivated every Martial Artist in the hall. None of them noticed two ghastly, ochre-colored flames fly out from the bisected corpse of the Black Jade Death Warrior. Using the Spiritual Power storm as cover, they shot toward Ouyang Shaoyu and plunged directly into his body. At that moment, Ouyang Shaoyu’s tightly shut eyes snapped open, flashing with an ochre light. A terrifying suction force erupted from his body, and his target was none other than the Spiritual Power storm raging before them...