Chapter 539 549: 8th Heaven of the Destruction Realm

Wen Qingye's sword suddenly struck forward. The cyan seal and his Sword Qi instantly dissipated, leaving half his body numb from the impact.

It had to be said that the gap between the Half-Step Life and Death Realm and the Destruction Realm Ninth Layer Heaven was as wide as heaven and earth, even though Wen Qingye himself had already advanced from the Destruction Realm Sixth Layer Heaven to the Seventh Heaven.

Wen Qingye waved his arm, and it was as if something shot out from it.

WHOOSH!

Everyone looked to the sky and saw countless white Primordial Stones suddenly appear. Under the blinding sun, each one glinted with a dazzling light as they arranged themselves in neat rows.

The next moment, the countless Primordial Stones gushed forth Primordial Qi like a great river, all of it surging wildly toward Wen Qingye.

The Primordial Qi inside Wen Qingye's body was like a rampaging beast from the Primordial Chaos, raging as it coursed through the one hundred and eight meridians of his body.

Under such a violent rush of energy, had his meridians not been perfectly restored and even more resilient than before, he would have likely exploded. Only Wen Qingye would dare attempt such a reckless breakthrough.

"Brat, you're courting death. I'll grant your wish!" Seeing that Wen Qingye was actually attempting a breakthrough in the middle of their fight, a cold glint flashed in the green-shirted elder's eyes. His body trembled, and he moved toward Wen Qingye.

SHHHHH!

Just then, white objects began to drift down from the sky. Everyone looked closely and realized they were Pear Blossoms.

"Zhang Da, take this!"

A figure emerged from the Pear Blossom Rain. Dagger in hand, he charged toward the green-shirted elder at lightning speed.

Hearing that voice, Zhang Da's brow first furrowed, then his expression filled with murderous intent. He roared, "Sima Feng, you treacherous dog! I will kill you today!"

With that, Zhang Da thrust his palm toward Sima Feng. In an instant, cyan light flooded the sky. A vast, boundless aura roiled the surrounding air, accompanied by the sound of it being torn asunder.

BOOM!

Sima Feng's impossibly handsome face turned grave. The dagger in his hand began to spin rapidly as the surrounding Primordial Qi formed currents that swirled madly around the blade.

"Celestial Shadow Ninth Turn!"

His body transformed into a black streak, shooting directly toward the cyan light.

FWOOSH!

Instead of the violent impact everyone anticipated, Sima Feng's body was sent flying dozens of feet, smashing directly into a section of the city wall that was already on the verge of collapse.

Sima Feng tasted something sweet in his throat and spat out a mouthful of red blood.

'A Life and Death Realm expert… is this powerful?'

The surrounding crowd was utterly shocked, staring blankly at the green-shirted elder in front of them.

At that moment, all of Wen Qingye's Primordial Qi surged in a mighty torrent from his meridians into his Qi Sea. In less than three breaths, his Qi Sea was completely filled.

BOOM! BOOM!

The Yin Yang Qi Sea collided once more. Wen Qingye's entire body seemed to tremble violently. Parts of the two Qi Seas looked as if they were starting to fuse, and the section between them was even beginning to turn transparent.

"Farewell!"

By now, Zhang Da had recovered. He shot a cold glance at Wen Qingye and then, like a bolt of lightning, rushed toward him as he sat with his eyes tightly closed.

It was a life-or-death moment, hanging by a thread!

FLASH!

Suddenly, though his eyes remained closed, Wen Qingye spread his hands. A scroll unfurled, and countless rays of golden light, like the brilliant glow of dawn, shone down. The light was as dazzling as the sun, as if a second one had appeared on the ground.

Zhang Da instinctively froze, his eyes glued to the scroll. The contents depicted upon it were astonishing: a majestic, soul-stirring landscape of mountains and rivers, as if it contained every mountain and river in existence.

Then, he felt a sharp pain wrack his body—a pain that originated from his Primordial Spirit. Zhang Da was horrified. 'This is bad,' he thought. 'It's a Magical Artifact that attacks the Primordial Spirit!'

GACK! Zhang Da stumbled back several steps, spewing a mouthful of black blood.

"AAAH!" "AAAH!"

The countless members of the Heaven-Burying Sect behind Zhang Da were not so lucky. Their faces twisted in agony, contorting grotesquely as they wailed in pain. They tried to look away, but a tearing sensation shattered their Primordial Spirits, which transformed into wisps of white smoke and drifted into the air.

Immediately after, the Mountain River Atlas exuded an incredibly strong pull. The white smoke formed into cyclones that rushed toward the atlas and were completely absorbed.

'I must have that treasure.'

Zhang Da watched as Wen Qingye slowly put away the Mountain River Atlas, greed flashing in his eyes. He had only ever heard of treasures that could attack the Primordial Spirit, never seen one. Now that one had appeared in Wen Qingye's hands, how could he not be tempted?

At the same time, Wen Qingye's breakthrough was finally reaching its last stage. The two Qi Seas seemed to stop their turbulent merging, instead drawing closer and closer, fusing bit by bit, until a small portion of them had finally overlapped.

Destruction Realm Eighth Layer Heaven!

BOOM!

A tyrannical, majestic aura erupted from Wen Qingye's body. His eyes snapped open. His black pupils, which held a mesmerizing divine light, gazed indifferently at Zhang Da as his lips parted slightly.

"One move to kill you!"

"Hahahaha!" Zhang Da was stunned for a moment when he heard Wen Qingye's words, then burst out laughing as if he had just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

Wen Qingye tightened his grip on the One Thought Sword, focused his Heart Spirit, and continuously poured Primordial Qi into the blade.

HUMMM!

The One Thought Sword emitted a hum that seemed to shake the nine heavens. Now that it had a Sword Spirit, how could its proud, sharp edge not be stronger than when it was at Emperor Peak?

A faint, cold-blue glint seemed to appear in Wen Qingye's eyes. It was an extreme cold, and despite the bright sun high overhead, everyone nearby felt cold sweat trickling down their spines.

Blue light began to spread slowly from the hilt of the One Thought Sword, extending outward like veins of Ten Thousand Year Ice.

"Aid me," Wen Qingye said softly, his eyes fixed on the One Thought Sword.

As if sensing Wen Qingye's intent, Qing Ruo'ai caused the aura of the One Thought Sword to soar, pushing the power of the Mid-Level Spirit Grade Magical Artifact to its absolute limit.

In moments, the Sword Body of the One Thought Sword was suffused with that cold blue light. The entire weapon had transformed into an azure Ice Sword, and ice-blue cyclones now surged from its body, continuously spreading outward.

SWISH!

The One Thought Sword swung up and slashed into the void. The sky itself seemed to be shrouded in an expanse of ice-blue. Space itself seemed to freeze solid where the One Thought Sword passed, leaving a trail of frosty white air in its wake.