Sword Domain Core

And in the final half-breath before the pitch-black frost cage completely closed.

A gray shadow, devoid of any aura fluctuation, slid incredibly smoothly into that fleeting spatial blind spot.

Gu Yang reached out with his large hands, covered in rough, thin calluses.

His left hand brutally grabbed Lan Caidie's plump yet slender waist.

His right hand, as if lifting a ragged doll, tightly gripped the cold, white, and fragile back of Su Lingyan's neck.

Two stunningly beautiful bodies, exuding entirely different yet ultimate temptations, were forcefully yanked off the ground by him with extreme savagery.

"Mmph..."

Her purple dress, thoroughly soaked in sweat, clung tightly to Gu Yang's coarse linen clothes.

The suffocating feeling of being firmly controlled once again by this body of absolute physical strength made the blush at the corners of her eyes instantly so intense that it seemed about to drip blood.

Su Lingyan, on the other hand, was held upside down in Gu Yang's hand.

Her tattered plain white flowing immortal dress tore completely in the violent pull, exposing a large expanse of breathtakingly snow-white skin to the muggy air.

Not only did she not struggle in the slightest.

Her light glazed eyes, glowing with an eerie crimson, instead stared greedily and intently at Gu Yang's completely emotionless profile.

The tip of her nose, oozing cold sweat, rubbed against the back of Gu Yang's hand.

The rough sensation of being dragged around casually like a piece of personal property made her riddled soul feel an unprecedented, morbid sense of peace.

Gu Yang didn't spare them a single glance.

He was like a cold-blooded reaper wandering on the edge of life and death.

Stepping on the fleeting blind spots of the sword qi, amidst the sky full of splashing severed limbs and deafening roars of despair.

Incredibly lightly, and without leaving a single trace.

Taking along these two top-tier cauldrons that were enough to drive all cultivators in the world mad, he drifted out of this glazed sand sea that had turned into an Avici Hell, like a phantom melting into the night.

Hiding his merits and name deeply.

On the boundless mirrored plain behind him.

The frenzied Mo Bufan, the despairing Ye Chen, and that completely berserk hundred-tier inner demon.

Were engaged in a tragic, to-the-death biting and tearing amidst the rain of blood filling the sky.

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Passing through that glazed sand sea which had completely turned into a flesh meat grinder, the foul stench of blood in the air was gradually replaced by an incredibly ancient, dull smell of rust.

There were no pursuers.

Only Gu Yang and his group of four remained to reach the absolute core area of this Shattered Star Sword Domain.

At this moment, heaven and earth seemed to be brutally and fiercely pressed down by an invisible, ancient giant hand.

The ground ahead collapsed with a boom, forming a terrifying giant meteorite crater spanning hundreds of miles in radius.

Right in the center of the giant crater.

A broken giant sword, towering ten thousand feet high and completely covered in dark red rust and hideous cracks, was firmly nailed into the formation core of this heaven and earth, like a proud divine mountain planted upside down into the netherworld.

An incredibly terrifying, materialized sword dao aura transformed into circles of visible gray ripples, surging viscously in the air.

Even just standing at the edge of this meteorite crater, that superior pressure, which seemed as if it would brutally slice one's soul into pieces, was enough to instantly shatter all the bones of an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Gu Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his abyss-like black eyes without a ripple.

The seventh-layer Dao platform, Exquisite Illusion-Breaking, quietly flowed in his sea of consciousness.

This peerless inherited giant sword, worshipped as a god by the successive patriarchs of the Supreme Sword Sect, was coldly stripped of all its holy disguises in his eyes.

His gaze pierced through the layers of gray sword qi.

In the seemingly dry and hard soil beneath the giant crater, it was densely packed with incredibly fine, dark red blood lines that squirmed slowly like living creatures.

How was this any sword dao holy land?

This was simply a massive ancient stomach slowly digesting its nutrients!

Gu Yang's gaze casually swept across the edge of the giant crater.

Scattered sparsely there were dozens of mummified corpses in ancient attire.

All of them maintained an extremely fanatical pilgrimage posture, kneeling on both knees, their hands clawing fiercely at the ground.

The golden cores, spirit bones, and even the last drop of bone marrow within their bodies had been drained completely dry.

"It's all a lie."

Gu Yang's thin lips curled into a completely temperatureless mock.

"The more one circulates cultivation methods to resist this pressure, the more ruthlessly this array extracts vitality. Those fools who call themselves geniuses were all treated as premium fertilizer for this broken sword."

Without any nonsense.

Gu Yang issued a cold command.

"Disperse all protective true essence and seal your meridians. Walk through forcefully using only your physical bodies."

The delicate bodies of the three women trembled simultaneously.

Giving up defense in such a sword qi storm that was enough to shred metal was tantamount to stripping themselves naked and throwing themselves into a mountain of blades and a sea of fire.

But Gu Yang's will was the absolute law.

The first trial, the Star Corpse Rubble Belt.

At the outermost periphery of the giant crater, countless star remnants shattered by sword qi spiraled madly within an incredibly terrifying spiral gravity field.

Every piece of rubble was wrapped in brutal sword qi enough to instantly kill a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Gu Yang didn't use a single trace of Great Sun True Fire to prop open a shield.

That stupid behavior of wasting power was not within his calculations at all.

His large hand with rough thin calluses shot out abruptly.

Like iron tongs, he brutally and tightly clamped onto the cold, white, fragile back of Su Lingyan's neck.

"Ugh—!"

Su Lingyan let out an extremely suppressed cry of pain, forced to tilt up her breathtakingly beautiful face.

The tattered plain white flowing immortal dress, torn by the gravity field, clung tightly to her sweat-drenched delicate body, outlining a poignant and blood-pumping curve.

"Go clear the way."

Gu Yang didn't show any tenderness towards women.

A wisp of extremely overbearing dark gold flowing flame from his fingertip brutally pierced the skin on the back of her neck, forcibly striking deep into that sealed Nine-Tailed Fox Bone.

"Buzz—!"

The special physique of the Living Sword Sheath was completely and brutally activated at this moment!

Su Lingyan's riddled delicate body instantly turned into a massive flesh-and-blood magnet.

Within a hundred zhang, the ownerless sword qi dancing wildly in the sky was like vicious dogs smelling premium sweet rain.

They changed their trajectories like crazy, drilling madly into her body!

"Ahhh..."

The agonizing pain of ten thousand swords piercing the heart made Su Lingyan instantly bleed from her seven orifices.

On her cold, white, jade-like skin, countless extremely fine blood traces cracked open, and boiling hot blood instantly dyed the tattered white dress red.

But she couldn't stop at all.

Under Gu Yang's irresistible terrifying control, she could only grit her silver teeth until they nearly shattered.

Barefoot with her exquisite jade feet covered in blood and dirt, she waded forward with extreme difficulty in the spiral rubble belt, clearing mines like a zombie.

Ninety percent of the surrounding lethal sword qi was forcibly eaten by her, this premium sword sheath.

And behind her.

Gu Yang walked as if strolling in a courtyard, stepping on the wasteland drained of sword qi.

Not even a corner of his gray clothes was tainted in the slightest by the incredibly violent storm.

The second trial, the Rust Weeping Blood Cliff.