The phantom of the sword Soren swung had yet to fall before the silver sword aura around his body suddenly surged, transforming into a domain that covered a thousand meters, completely enveloping him and Ye Chuan within it.
Within the domain, the world lost its color, leaving only the endless breath of silver swords. The crushed stones on the ground, the dust in the air, and even the scattered broken wood were all infected by the sword aura, turning into floating miniature swords!
In this domain, everything could become a sword, and he was the absolute ruler.
"Mind's Eye," Soren spoke in a low voice. His silver eyes instantly became translucent, and a faint glimmer radiated around his body.
In the Mind's Eye state, he could predict all of his opponent's attack trajectories. Even split-second movements could not escape his perception.
"A domain? Interesting."
Ye Chuan pondered, then began to circulate the power of chaos to protect his body.
This domain was too bizarre. Countless small swords circled around him, faintly locking onto all his vital points. And Soren's translucent gaze gave him the illusion of being completely seen through.
"Hmm..." Ye Chuan looked at Soren not far away.
"A Sword Saint? Truly living up to the reputation. With this setup, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call you the protagonist template of the Aether Continent. Though, you probably don't even know what a protagonist is."
Although Ye Chuan's level was completely crushed by Soren's, he didn't panic in the slightest.
With his Chaos Indestructible Body at the minor accomplishment stage, stacking magic immunity with a slight physical immunity, coupled with the passive super-speed regeneration and the safety net of infinite mana, he was absolutely fearless of a war of attrition.
He was already the perfect Ye Chuan.
Before his voice faded, Soren moved.
The tens of thousands of small swords within the domain attacked simultaneously, shooting toward Ye Chuan like a torrential rain. Soren himself turned into a streak of silver light. The longsword in his hand flourished into tens of thousands of sword phantoms; in just a single breath, he slashed tens of thousands of times!
The sword light was as dense as a net, covering all of Ye Chuan's evasion space. The speed of the sword was so fast that even if Ye Chuan used teleportation, he was still grazed by several sword lights.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft—" The sound of sharp blades slicing through flesh rang out consecutively. Ye Chuan's entire body was instantly covered in fine wounds. Some were so deep the bone could be seen, while others pierced straight through his torso. Blood gushed out, dyeing his robes crimson.
However, as soon as these wounds appeared, they were enveloped by the power of chaos. Under the effect of super-speed regeneration, they instantly scabbed over and fell off. In just a split second, he was restored to his original state, without even a trace of pain remaining.
Backed by infinite mana, Ye Chuan's healing spells were kept fully active at all times.
"Heh, since I can't dodge, then I simply won't." Ye Chuan tightened his grip on the Demon Sword Bayana in his hand, its blade shimmering with an eerie black light.
He no longer evaded. Raising the demon sword, he forcefully hacked right into Soren's sword net. The pitch-black demon sword clashed with the silver sword light, letting out a deafening sound of colliding metal.
The most miraculous aspect of the Demon Sword Bayana was that it could ignore physical obstacles and directly slash the soul.
As Ye Chuan swung his sword, dark purple soul power spread along the blade. The moment it collided with Soren's sword light, it pierced through the sword phantoms and drove straight toward the origin of Soren's soul.
"Ugh!" Soren let out a muffled groan, his body stiffening abruptly. The silver sword aura instantly fell into chaos, and the domain around him trembled slightly.
He could clearly feel a cold, bizarre power invading his soul, bringing a sharp, piercing pain. This was the first time since he began practicing swordsmanship that his soul had been directly attacked!
Soren took several quick steps back, instantly opening up a distance of hundreds of meters. His silver eyes stared at the demon sword in Ye Chuan's hand, full of solemnity. "Your sword... can actually launch attacks on the soul?"
Ye Chuan held the demon sword and twirled it in a flourish, his tone casual. "What did you think?"
Soren's gaze was deadlocked on the Demon Sword Bayana. His eyes gradually grew sharp, and his hoarse voice carried a tone of confirmation:
"Is this... the Demon Sword Bayana? The legendary evil sword that drains life and souls?"
He had been obsessed with swords his entire life, traveling all over the Aether Continent to collect famous blades. He knew the stories and characteristics of all kinds of renowned swords like the back of his hand, so he naturally recognized this legendary demon sword.
Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. "I didn't expect you to recognize this sword."
"The name of the Demon Sword Bayana..." Soren's tone grew increasingly ice-cold. His sword aura surged once again, his eyes filled with disgust and absolute resolve.
"This demon sword must continuously drain the souls and lives of living creatures to be wielded. You devoured the souls of hundreds of thousands of monsters just now, presumably to feed it!"
"You are brimming with evil energy and wield this demon sword. You really are a wicked villain who disrupts order!"
"You're overthinking it." Ye Chuan rolled his eyes and casually waved the demon sword, causing the dark purple light to retract slightly.
"Others might need to absorb souls to wield it, but I'm different. I have more than enough power to suppress this broken sword. I don't need to rely on devouring souls to feed it at all."
He was telling the truth, but Soren clearly didn't believe him. The vigilance and killing intent in his silver eyes didn't diminish in the slightest. He slightly raised the longsword in his hand, and the tens of thousands of small swords within the domain grew restless again, evidently preparing to launch another attack.
"Certain kill."
The killing intent in Soren's eyes solidified. He violently thrust the longsword in his hand, and the tens of thousands of small swords in the domain buzzed in unison, turning into a silver torrent that swept toward Ye Chuan.
Ye Chuan didn't hesitate either. Gripping the Demon Sword Bayana tightly, he charged head-on into the tide of swords.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The sound of clashing metal was as dense as rolling thunder. The two figures collided rapidly within the domain, so fast that only afterimages remained. Even the air was torn apart, producing countless tiny sonic booms.
In just a few short seconds, the two had clashed thousands of times. The sword light and demonic shadows intertwined, covering every corner of the domain.
Soren's sword was fast to the extreme. Under the Mind's Eye state, his predictions were flawless. Every sword strike accurately locked onto Ye Chuan's vitals. Empowered by the blessing of the Goddess of Swords, he ignored Ye Chuan's shields and repeatedly broke through his defenses.
Ye Chuan, on the other hand, didn't dodge or evade at all. Operating his Chaos Indestructible Body at full power, his wounds healed the instant they appeared. Every time the Demon Sword Bayana was swung, it carried a soul slash, forcing Soren to divide his attention to protect his own soul.
This extreme exchange of offense and defense left Kaiaolen and the others outside the domain completely dumbfounded, not even daring to breathe loudly.
A collision of such speed and power had long surpassed their understanding of combat. They could only vaguely see a silver and a pitch-black streak of light darting and clashing within the domain, unable to even distinguish the techniques being used.
A moment later, the two figures abruptly separated, each flashing back to opposite ends of the domain. Both of their robes were damaged, but their auras remained as fierce as ever.
The hand Soren used to hold his longsword trembled slightly. His silver eyes were full of complexity and solemnity as he stared at Ye Chuan and slowly spoke, "You... haven't used your full strength yet, have you?"
Ye Chuan rested the demon sword on his shoulder. "Oh? How could you tell?"
"Since the exchange began, you've remained completely at ease..." Soren's voice was hoarse, and the sword aura around him retracted slightly.
As the strongest swordsman on the Aether Continent, his perception of combat far exceeded that of ordinary people. Ye Chuan's effortless attitude couldn't be hidden from him at all.
"I'll give you credit for having a good eye." Ye Chuan chuckled. He openly admitted that he indeed hadn't used his full strength just now. Aside from his healing spell, he had relied purely on the demon sword and his own base stats.
"Arrogant!" Soren's expression darkened. Sword aura erupted from his body, soaring into the sky, the silver light almost breaking through the domain.
"Such contempt for your opponent will only cost you dearly!"
Before his voice even faded, he stomped hard on the ground, raising his longsword high. Apocalyptic power gathered on the blade, causing the surrounding space to slightly distort under its sheer force.
"Spatial Slash!"
Soren let out a low shout and swung the sword down fiercely!
This strike actually severed the space within the domain. A silver sword mark over ten thousand meters long appeared out of thin air. Carrying the momentum to tear apart heaven and earth, it ignored distance and arrived instantly in front of Ye Chuan!
Wherever the sword mark passed, time and space stagnated!
"So fierce?" Seeing this space-shattering strike, Ye Chuan was just about to mobilize all his strength to defend when the sword mark had already pierced through his body!
"It's over." Soren slowly sheathed his sword, his breath somewhat erratic. This strike had almost exhausted half of his magic power. Yet, there was no trace of relief on his face; instead, a strong sense of unease surged in his heart.
In the next second, a terrifying power suddenly erupted from within his body. The space-severing force he had just unleashed unexpectedly backfired on him without any warning. The silver sword energy rampaged wildly inside him, shattering his meridians and tearing apart his flesh!
"Pfft—" Soren spewed out a large mouthful of blood, staggering backward several steps. His silver eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked down at his continuously cracking body, his face full of astonishment.
Right at this moment, Ye Chuan's figure slowly materialized not far behind him. He raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, "Not bad, you actually forced out my Famous Sword. So you really could one-shot me."
That strike just now was too fast and too powerful. He simply had no time to react and was instantly killed, triggering his fatal damage immunity.
[Magic: Karmic Reversal (Passive) * Red
Upon receiving fatal damage, reverses karma to transfer the damage to the opponent, while fully restoring one's own status.]
Ye Chuan dragged his sword and walked step by step toward Soren, the demonic sword scraping sparks against the ground:
"You really do have some skills. The power of that strike... What a pity, in the end, you're the only one suffering the pain of the backlash."
Soren remained silent, his physical body gradually collapsing in front of Ye Chuan, finally turning into dust and disappearing.
"A very formidable guy." Just as Ye Chuan was speaking, he suddenly noticed a fiery glow emerging where Soren had disappeared—an orange-gold flower bud materialized, and after it bloomed,
Soren's figure reappeared, and his aura had also climbed to its peak.
Soren: "..."
Ye Chuan: "..."
"Almost forgot you seem to have a Guardian Angel." Ye Chuan raised his demonic sword and hacked down.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
