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Chapter 430: 430, [Interweaving of Light and Darkness]

Chapter 430: 430, [Interweaving of Light and Darkness]

West State, outside Blooming City.

The darkness envelops everything, plunging the surroundings into a state where one could not see their hand in front of their face.

The three narrow eyes in the sky are so indifferent, looking down at everything below, as if a deity is watching ants.

The Second Priest should appear somewhat weak, having had both arms severed by the Wooden Sword.

However, at this moment, he was emitting a horrifying aura.

This aura intended to crush everyone present, and at the same time, violently repelled the power of everyone on the Heavenly Dust Continent.

The Second Priest’s eyes had turned completely dark, only the horizontal eye on his forehead remained closed.

Gu Xiaoman stepped in front of Lu Xun and Mao Nanbei, with a slight raise of her hand, the Wooden Sword flew out.

The Second Priest sought to invite the deity to possess him, Gu Xiaoman naturally wouldn’t let him have his way. If she didn’t act now, then when?

The Wooden Sword, “Sound of Slow Motion,” still moved in a way that didn’t appear fast but always found the best attack position.

A faint dark stream connected the three narrow eyes in the sky with the three eyes on the Second Priest.

The “Sound of Slow Motion” sliced through this dark stream, reducing it to half in one fell swoop!

“Perhaps… it could truly be severed?” Lu Xun watched from the side, looking at the slender figure of the Taoist Nun and felt a strange sense of security.

Following, the “Sound of Slow Motion” changed its direction, rushing towards the suspended Second Priest!

“Whoosh—” The sword collided with a dark ripple.

Intense fluctuations rolled in the air, the fierce wind blew the sand sculpture players far away.

Residual waves swept all around, if not for the second sister standing in front, Lu Xun and Mao Nanbei would possibly be blown away!

Immediately after, piercing cries of pain rang out one after another.

Lu Xun immediately turned his head to look at the players, feeling a little puzzled.

Normally, players wouldn’t scream like this, because they could adjust their pain perception, usually lowering it to the minimum, barely feeling any pain at all.

Of course, some players kept their pain sensitivity high, which was part of the allure of “Heavenly Dust” to some people.

If set to the lowest, like being chopped with a knife, the pain was equivalent to a playful punch on the chest, even weaker than the force exerted by a middle-aged woman giving a massage.

This was one of the reasons why the sand sculpture players were formidable in battle, fearlessly charging due to having no fear of pain.

As Lu Xun had guessed, the ones screaming weren’t the sand sculpture players, but the lower-ranked Foreign Races that hadn’t been killed yet!

From Lu Xun’s perspective, in just an instant, he saw a dozen lower-ranked Foreign Races turn into black dust, and strands of black qi flew towards the three narrow eyes in the sky.

This black qi was completely absorbed, and its power was then channeled into the Second Priest’s body.

Strictly speaking, the Second Priest was not enhancing his power with this black qi. Their power level simply wasn’t good enough, they merely served as bridges, or rather, pipelines.

The weakened stream soon grew robust again, the strange and powerful force continuously assembled in the Second Priest.

Soon, hundreds of lower-ranked Foreign Races died instantly, only managing to let out a painful scream.

Those Foreign Races who had been “dismembered” into numerous pieces would have felt immense pain in their last moments.

“As expected, the Foreign Races are cruel to others and even crueler to their own.” Lu Xun’s lips twitched slightly as he thought this.

Whether it was the “Blood Pact” or this current method, both were chilling.

Lu Xun looked up at the narrow eyes in the sky, just like before, as if they were gazing at each other.

“The more I look at it, the more eerie it appears.” Lu Xun murmured.

At the same time, for some reason, when he looked at the three narrow eyes in the sky, an endless disgust surfaced in his heart.

It could even be described as hatred!

Although he couldn’t figure out why, he instinctively felt this way.

“Sister Two, I and Sister Four will deal with the Foreign Races first.” After some thinking, Lu Xun suggested.

Right now, the lives of the lower-ranked Foreign Races are maintaining the deity’s descent.

Therefore, if they kill all the lower-ranked Foreign Races, the problem might be easier to solve later on.

“Alright…” The second sister replied, continuing to control the “Sound of Slow Motion,” aiming for the Second Priest.

Lu Xun and Mao Nanbei flew towards the Foreign Races, the dazzling Knife Gang materialized in mid-air, closely followed by Lu Xun’s sky-covering Sword Qi!

The sand sculpture players also stopped fooling around, they had realized the seriousness of the situation.

“Wow? Accidentally walked into a big scene!”

“Kill them, what are you waiting for? After we kill all of them, it will be easier to record!”

“I bet what’s about to happen is a major plot point, let’s kill quickly, we can’t miss it!”

The remaining Foreign Races, now less than a thousand, were quickly slaughtered.

They couldn’t help it, they were under attack from all sides.

The players were killing them, Lu Xun and Mao Nanbei were killing them, even the deity in the sky was killing them!

Looking at it this way, it’s indeed quite tragic.

From this point forward, the shadow in the sky couldn’t absorb any more black qi, and the entire descent process ended.

The horizontal eye on the Second Priest’s forehead instantly opened!

This pair of eyes were hard to describe. Their pupils were formed from a chaotic black light and rather than being pupils, they were more like bottomless pits that consumed everything.

Now, the Second Priest seemed more like a marionette, completely controlled by the phantom in the sky.

Lu Xun and Mao Nanbei flew back to the side of the second apprentice sister. With a frown, Lu Xun glanced at the Second Priest and said, “Second apprentice sister, the whole descending process is temporarily incomplete.”

He saw a percentage above the head of the Second Priest.

It was quite absurd to see a percentage above someone’s head in such a tense situation.

The value displayed above the Second Priest’s head was 59%, indicating that the whole descending process was only 60% complete.

Of course, it might also be possible that the damaged body of the Second Priest had a limit to the power it could bear.

Gu Xiaoman nodded without asking Lu Xun how he had figured it out.

The second apprentice sister had a cold temperament and not much curiosity.

Moreover… she didn’t speak unless she had to. She had absolute trust in Lu Xun, so there was no need to waste words.

Gu Xiaoman’s fair and slender fingers beckoned towards the sky, and the Wooden Sword “Sound of Slow Motion” flew back into her hands.

She still looked as calm as ever. She held the sword horizontally in front of her chest, waiting to see what the Second Priest would do next.

The Second Priest, who appeared like a puppet, simply lifted his slightly drooping head.

The chaotic eyes on his forehead glanced at Gu Xiaoman.

Just this simple glance sent all three of them flying backward.

If it hadn’t been for the pale blue ripple that Gu Xiaoman generated around her, which protected Lu Xun and Mao Nanbei, Lu Xun would’ve undoubtedly died on the spot.

The complexion of the second apprentice sister went slightly pale, it was clear that she too found it challenging to withstand this attack.

The surrounding darkness seemed to form an absolute domain where the Second Priest controlled by the phantom displayed an invincible demeanor!

No light from outside could penetrate this domain, no wind could get in, and even if a cultivator came to aid, they probably couldn’t enter this domain.

But at this moment, a golden light streaked across the endless darkness!

This light, like a meteor, traversed the “night sky”, aggressively forcing its way into this absolute domain!

——Completely unreasonable!

An ethereal voice spread around, everyone could hear it, but no one could tell where it came from.

“Xiao Man, lend me your sword.”

After the voice, the golden light rushed towards the “Sound of Slow Motion” held horizontally by Gu Xiaoman.

In a brief moment, a golden symbol appeared above the tip of this extremely simple wooden sword.

This symbol was placed in the center of the sword, represented by a simple “Sword” character.

As a member of the back mountain, Lu Xun was very clear that the teacher was a polymath, knowledgeable in a wide range of fields, but he did not truly know swordplay.

This was something the teacher himself had admitted.

It was hard to imagine that the teacher of Yan Li, the world’s first sword cultivator, couldn’t use a sword.

Of course, as the teacher was out of the ordinary, it’s unclear what he meant by “I don’t know”.

Just like when some people say, “I know a little bit”, they in fact mean “I know a lot”…

But when the teacher mentioned lending the sword this time, he literally meant lending the symbol “Sword”.

Yes, it was just a “character”.

This “Sword” character contained no sword related aura, Lu Xun as the one who possessed the “Sword Fate” could affirm this point, even though he was currently not a mature Natural Sword Embryo.

It was just a character.

But when this “Sword” character appeared on the “Sound of Slow Motion”, this profoundly simple wooden sword seemed to have undergone a dramatic change!

In simple terms, the phantom in the sky and everyone present were on entirely different levels of existence.

But luckily, on the Heavenly Dust Continent side, a unique existence appeared too.

The second apprentice sister lifted her right hand and lightly tapped the Wooden Sword “Sound of Slow Motion”.

The “Sound of Slow Motion” bearing the golden character flew out.

Its target wasn’t the Second Priest, but the phantom in the sky!

A mere puppet wouldn’t arouse the teacher’s interest.

But the descending phantom was different.

When the wooden sword slashed toward the sky, the golden “Sword” character shattered, turning into a golden light that spiraled around the sword.

The sword tip thrust up towards the sky, piercing everything instantly!

The phantom dispersed, and the darkness was torn apart.

The warm sunlight once again shone in.

As if declaring to the outside world: Here, this is the home ground of Heavenly Dust.

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(PS: Sorry, only one chapter for today.)