I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Ripples in the void appeared beneath the sword.

At the same time, an ethereal and distant Dao sound slowly spread.

"Primordial essence, Dao spans the heavens. Heart aligns with Dao, sword aligns with constancy. Neither born nor extinguished, neither defiled nor polluted..."

"Mysterious Qi nourishes the sword, its light reflects the nine suns, I beseech the true sage, elevate me to the hall!"

One sword shatters ten thousand techniques!

Purple-gold sword light streaked like a meteor chasing the moon, ferociously stabbing toward Daoist Shen.

The void was torn open into a long black fissure, the surrounding Demonic Qi was instantly devoured and annihilated by the sword light, leaving no trace.

Daoist Shen’s face changed dramatically, pupils contracted, filled with disbelief.

He never could have imagined that Bai Gongming’s speed would be so swift, this sword’s power far exceeded his expectations.

Even a Great Sword Cultivator at the late-stage Nascent Soul could not necessarily unleash such a fierce and pure sword strike.

The Dao Rhyme that crushed everything made him feel fear from deep within his heart.

No time to think further, Daoist Shen quickly formed a seal, chanting under his breath.

Demonic Qi surged around him, black Demonic Qi gushed out like a tidal wave, overshadowing the sky, enshrouding the surroundings in darkness.

The Demonic Qi condensed in front of him, transforming into a ten-zhang-tall Six-Armed Demon God’s Dharma Body.

The Dharma Body had a ferocious look, fangs protruding, each of the six arms holding a spiked club, a Ghost Head Saber, a Soul Devouring Banner, with raging Demon Fire enveloping its body.

The flames were filled with the wails of countless resentful spirits, exuding a chilling pressure, as if to devour the heavens and refine all beings.

Meanwhile, a three-inch-tall Demon Fire Nascent Soul appeared above Daoist Shen’s head.

The outer Nascent Soul was entangled in thick demonic evil, with sinister eyes, bearing the exact same appearance as Daoist Shen.

This was his trump card, refined from countless lifeblood and millions of beings, its strength not inferior to his main body, rarely used.

"Boom——"

Purple-gold sword light instantly engulfed the Six-Armed Demon God’s Dharma Body.

An eerie scene suddenly unfolded!

The once-mighty Demon God’s Dharma Body suddenly froze, as if struck by the Immovable Spell.

The Demon Fire around its body instantly extinguished, its ferocious face stiffened as a clay or wooden sculpture, unable to release even a trace of breath.

Crack, crack!

The brittle sound continued uninterrupted.

The Demon God’s Dharma Body shattered from the top, layer by layer, turning into a sky full of black dust, dissipating into the air.

Upon seeing this, the Demon Fire Nascent Soul was terrified, trembling all over.

With no time to flee into the void, a tiny strand of purple-gold sword light split from the main sword light, instantly piercing through the Demon Fire Nascent Soul’s body.

"Aaoo——"

A wretched, mournful cry echoed across the sky.

The sky-filled Demon Fire dissipated swiftly under the pressure of the sword light, as if it never appeared.

Daoist Shen shuddered all over, how can it be so strong?

His Demon God’s Dharma Body and Demon Fire Nascent Soul, crafted from a lifetime’s worth of effort, with formidable combat power, could contend with late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

Yet now Bai Gongming shattered it all with one sword, offering not even a sliver of resistance!

This means he himself cannot withstand a single sword from Bai Gongming!

Run!

Must run!

As long as the green hills remain, there’s no fear of running out of firewood!

Daoist Shen’s survival instinct overpowered everything, with no hesitation, he instantly activated the bronze portal hidden deep within his Divine Soul.

This was the supreme treasure he obtained in his youth, capable of tearing through space and traversing worlds, never failing, his last life-saving means.

The bronze portal instantly manifested before him.

Covered with eerie runes, the portal glowed brightly, space fluctuating violently, attempting to tear the void.

Regardless of how the portal glowed and operated, it remained motionless, as if completely imprisoned by some invisible force, unable to even stir a ripple in space, the rune light gradually dimming.

Daoist Shen’s pupils contracted, face filled with disbelief, eyes only showing despair:

"Impossible! This is impossible! How could it fail?"

He had never encountered such a situation.

The bronze portal was his last chance at life, now sealed, he was utterly cornered.

While he was panicking, on the verge of collapse, the previously tense Bai Gongming suddenly sheathed his sword.

His demeanor became extremely respectful, sidestepping to the side, deeply bowing to the vast sky, his waist bending very low.

His voice resonated loud and devout, echoing through the heavens and earth, full of reverence:

"Respectfully welcome the Celestial King!"

"This..."

Daoist Shen was utterly stupefied.

He stiffly raised his head to look at the boundless sky, a newfound fear rising within his heart.

It was as if a supreme existence was gradually descending.

The invisible pressure made breathing difficult, his Divine Soul trembling.

In the sky, the originally enveloping clouds were swiftly dispersed by an invisible force.

Though it was midday, the sun and moon shone brilliantly at once.

The blazing sun and the clear moonlight intertwined, illuminating the world, making everything seem insignificant and humble.

Daoist Shen struggled to lift his head, his gaze piercing through the interwoven sea of light, vaguely seeing the vast face behind the brilliance.

The face was flawless, infinitely holy, surrounded by an indescribable weight of status.

As if it itself was the Heavenly Dao, the Sovereign of all things.

With a word or deed, it could determine the fate of heaven and earth.

Its grandeur, beyond description.

The sun and moon in the sky were merely its eyes, emanating a vast, majestic light, overlooking the sentient beings.

That unfathomable status made Daoist Shen’s soul deeply afraid.

Do not look!

Do not look!

Do not look!

Daoist Shen’s heart screamed madly.

Just that one glance, his eyes suddenly exploded, leaving only emptiness!

Under his skin arose grotesque blood patterns, blood seeping from pores, each drop igniting into searing flames.

Fire!

A Celestial Fire blazing from the inside out, instantly swept over his entire body.

In a mere instant, his Dharma Body turned to charcoal, his flesh burned to ash.

His Nascent Soul struggled to escape the ashes, wrapped in faint blue light, like a pitiful dog, frantically fleeing.

But on the Nascent Soul, blood-colored lines swiftly crawled, the Celestial Fire spreading along the lines, scorching the Nascent Soul’s essence, causing unbearable pain, the Divine Soul slowly devoured.

"Spare me! Celestial King, spare me!"

"I beg the Celestial King to spare me, I willingly serve forever as a slave to the Celestial King!"

From the sky, there was no response.

Only the sun and moonlight remained dazzling, that vast and majestic pressure still enveloped the world, never weakening one bit.

Just as Daoist Shen was engulfed in despair, the moonlight suddenly flashed.

A chilling frost descended from the sky, instantly freezing Daoist Shen’s Nascent Soul along with the bronze portal, turning them into a crystalline ice block.

Inside the ice, the Nascent Soul continued its painful struggle, but never could escape.

Subsequently, the ice block slowly ascended, flying towards the sky, turning into a stream of light, disappearing into the radiance of the sun and moon, completely vanishing, as if it never existed.