Was it a remnant treasure from an ancient era?
Although he walked the path of a sword cultivator, it didn't mean he would ignore other rare treasures, especially an ancient remnant treasure.
In the cultivation world, a remnant treasure from the Primordial, Desolate, or Ancient eras would cost at least ten thousand spirit stones on the surface. Better ones could fetch two to three hundred thousand, and top-tier remnant treasures held by cultivators of the Core Formation or Nascent Soul stages could even sell for five to six million spirit stones.
With a step forward, Wu Tao's figure vanished from the branches. The next moment, he reappeared before the broken pit.
He reached out and gripped the half-severed immortal blade, exerting force and pulling it free from the ground. Then, with a casual sweep, he swung it forward.
*Swish!*
A gray-white blade energy shot towards the sky, instantly cleaving a nearby coral reef mountain in two.
"Not bad, a good treasure!"
Wu Tao could feel a powerful force flowing within the half-severed blade. With a slight channeling of spiritual energy, this immense power would erupt, capable of striking down enemies. However, compared to the broken ancient sword Wu Tao held, it was far inferior.
Remnant treasures from the Primordial, Desolate, and Ancient eras were called remnant treasures because the magical artifacts left behind by the great cultivators of those eras had, after tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands or millions of years of transformation, damage, and mutation, become broken.
Cultivators of the current era had created a unique secret technique. Through refinement, these treasures could be widely used by cultivators of any stage, possessing immense power.
...
Hundreds of meters away, four or five disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect, scattered in different locations, noticed the surge of spiritual energy ahead, resembling the birth of a rare treasure. Their eyes flickered, and they moved forward without hesitation.
"Heh, quite a few people are looking to pick up a bargain."
Wu Tao's ears twitched slightly, and his body, poised to leave, stopped.
A few seconds later, four disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect appeared around him. They all eyed the low-grade precious spear in his hand with covetous gazes, their greed evident on their faces.
"Kid, put that blade down."
"Surrender quickly, and we'll leave you a whole corpse."
"Such a treasure, how can it be yours? Innocent men are guilty when they possess wealth."
The four slowly closed in, eager to seize the half-severed divine blade first.
Wu Tao sneered at the sight. All four were cultivators in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. Judging by their aura and spiritual pressure, none of them had cultivated any top-tier special techniques or were prodigies capable of fighting beyond their realm.
"Forget about the treasure; leave your lives here."
His killing intent surged, his intent sharp and aggressive, invincible and dominating.
Wu Tao had deeply embodied the spirit of ancient sword cultivators who defied heaven and earth, shattering all laws with a single sword, possessing an unparalleled and world-conquering aura!
"You seek death!"
The Heavenly Demon Sect disciple closest to Wu Tao heard his words and struck first, raising his hand to unleash a heart-shattering, bone-crushing poison palm strike.
A torrent of green poisonous gas pressed down on Wu Tao.
*Yin—*
To avoid attracting more trouble, Wu Tao unleashed his full power. Almost instantaneously, a sword energy cleaved through the air.
The sword energy pierced through the void, gleaming with divine light, as fast as lightning, tearing through the sky and descending upon the attacker.
In the blink of an eye, the golden sword energy receded, and the broken ancient sword returned to its sheath.
Three meters away, the Heavenly Demon Sect disciple's body halted. Half of his body had been inexplicably severed at the waist, blood gushing out.
"Damn it."
"Quick, attack together."
"Whatever trump cards you have, use them now."
The remaining three were startled, shouting with bluster.
"You court death!"
Taking a step forward, Wu Tao drew his broken ancient sword again, his face fierce. He pointed his sword at them and struck.
Killing intent surged to the heavens, his sword energy cold and biting.
With a persistent and resilient heart, his sword intent, cultivated with an overbearing character, formed an imposing sword momentum that ordinary people could not withstand.
*Kill!*
A sword cultivator’s sharpened blade, once drawn, must taste blood!
"A bunch of walking dead!"
With a swing of his sharp sword, blood light flashed, and three heads flew into the sky.
Having dealt with the four, Wu Tao did not leave immediately. Instead, his brows furrowed as he suddenly turned around.
Seeing that the surroundings remained calm, Wu Tao finally spoke, "You've been watching for long enough, it's time to reveal yourself, friend."
*Swish!*
As soon as the words left his mouth, a figure darted out and landed on the blue coral mountain ahead.
"Heh heh, I've heard of Brother Wu's name. I don't wish to cause trouble. Brother Wu, if you hand over this half-severed ancient remnant treasure in your hand, I'll let you go in the name of fellow disciples. What do you say?"
This young man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, tall with his hands behind his back, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. His name was Jiang Danyang, a formidable figure among the inner disciples of the Taiyi Immortal Sect.
Jiang Danyang spoke calmly, a phantom image of a noonday sun rising behind him, his aura instantly reaching its peak.
Hearing this, Wu Tao narrowed his eyes, offering no reply. He quietly waited for the moment Jiang Danyang exposed a flaw, intending to kill him with his sword.
Fellow discipleship, brotherhood – these were nothing.
In his thirty-plus years of cultivation, he had witnessed countless fellow disciples turn on each other over mere treasures or spirit stones, eventually drawing blades.
The cultivation world was brutal. To survive here, one not only had to adhere to the law of the jungle but also be cautious and walk on thin ice.
Otherwise, one might not know when their own head would fall.
*Boom!*
Seeing Wu Tao unmoved, Jiang Danyang's heart instantly flared with anger, and he struck first.
A tremor resounded, and as a raging storm of flames spread outwards, the surrounding air seemed to heat up.
The nearby seawater emitted a shrill creaking sound, as if melting from the scorching heat and beginning to ripple slightly.
On the other side, a sky-piercing sword energy erupted from Wu Tao, transforming into a dense array of sword shadows that cleaved the surging flame storm in two.
Following this, Wu Tao and Jiang Danyang exchanged dozens more blows, with Jiang Danyang gradually falling into a disadvantage!
Jiang Danyang's expression grew increasingly grim. Wu Tao's swordsmanship was far beyond his imagination; with each sword strike, he shattered Jiang Danyang's flame storm.
...
However, both Wu Tao and Jiang Danyang were now truly enraged and showed no signs of stopping.
During this period, Jiang Danyang continuously unleashed high-level fire-attribute spells, combined with several top-tier magical artifacts, striking at Wu Tao. Wu Tao, however, shattered them one by one with his broken ancient sword.
...
"I underestimated you! How about this move? Blazing Sun Meteor!"
Jiang Danyang murmured an incantation, and a fiery red orb slowly emerged. It grew rapidly in the wind, instantly transforming into a sphere thirty feet in size.
This thirty-foot-wide Blazing Sun Meteor hung in the sky like a fiery comet, descending in an instant. A suffocating heat spread out.
As the Blazing Sun Meteor fell, it seemed like a pillar of heaven collapsing. The fire-attribute power crushed down. Wu Tao's expression was solemn. His opponent, whether in cultivation base or techniques, was a top-tier expert.
If he hadn't already mastered the many secret techniques of ancient sword cultivation, he might truly have been suppressed and killed here today.
Without further hesitation, Wu Tao swung his broken ancient sword repeatedly. In an instant, he unleashed eighteen consecutive sword strikes, displaying terrifying combat power. The sharpness of the broken ancient sword condensed into substance, and immense power surged forth, seemingly on the verge of tearing heaven and earth apart.
*Puff!!!*
The over thirty-foot-wide Blazing Sun Meteor was cleaved in two by the broken ancient sword and fell into the sea.
Jiang Danyang formed hand seals, and the scattered fragments of the Blazing Sun Meteor instantly transformed into forty-nine fire dragons around Wu Tao, encircling him.
Jiang Danyang sneered and said, "Do you think it's that simple? You can't escape!"
The fire dragons roared.
Immediately after, Jiang Danyang formed hand seals with lightning speed, and several seals appeared.
In an instant, the forty-nine fire dragons moved in unison, howling and descending towards Wu Tao from all directions.
Wu Tao's expression was calm and steady. His body exuded an invincible sword dao aura, and his sword intent continuously ascended, condensing into a phantom image of an immortal sword behind him.
Wu Tao let out a deep roar, his spiritual sense guiding him, merging with his entire being. The divine sword streaked across the sky, acting with decisive killing intent wherever it passed, undefeated.
"Spiritual Sense Manipulation, Man and Sword United, Star Storm!"
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*
The soaring sword energy transformed into a sky full of dazzling stars.
The forty-nine red dragons continuously dissipated within the myriad stars.
Wu Tao stepped out from the intensely burning flames, his body surging with sword intent, his black hair dancing, even each strand glowing translucently with golden light.
"How is this possible!"
Jiang Danyang finally showed a trace of shock, roaring in his heart, "When did Wu Tao gain such formidable combat power that he could easily sever my powerful attacks with such ease?"
On the other side, with each step, Wu Tao covered fifty meters. The tip of his sword pointed forward, a cold gleam flashing, without any hesitation.
"Good! I admit I underestimated you, but don't think you've won so easily!" Jiang Danyang shouted coldly, patting his storage bag and bringing out his trump card, the ancient remnant treasure, the Extreme Phoenix Three Flames Fan.
Jiang Danyang roared, "Extreme Phoenix Three Flames Fan, destroy him!"
In this vast cultivation world, Wu Tao was not the only one to obtain remnant treasures and inheritances from the Primordial, Desolate, and Ancient eras.
Jiang Danyang, in a certain secret realm, had obtained the inheritance of the ancient Fire Control Immortal Sect from a grand hall, along with a slightly damaged Extreme Phoenix Three Flames Fan.
Under Jiang Danyang's control, the Extreme Phoenix Three Flames Fan, originally only a few inches in size, instantly grew a hundredfold to over ten feet in size.
*Bang!*
A biting wave of heat swept in all directions. Within a three-mile radius, the sea water churned, dust billowed, and everything turned fiery red.
Suddenly, it was as if the entire world had lost its color, all brilliance converging in one spot, where a fiery red phoenix began to take shape.
Clad in flames, it burned eternally. Its heavenly flames flowed with celestial music, its divine bearing possessing six aspects. The king of ten thousand fires, the god of ten thousand birds, the chief of all flying creatures – this was the phoenix, reborn from desire, the Fire Phoenix.
With its phoenix head, wattles, and neck, its long fiery tail feathers swayed, its movements full of the bearing of the king of all birds, looking down upon the world, displaying the might of the chief of flying creatures.
Seeing this, Wu Tao gripped his sword with both hands, raising it towards the sky. Then, he channeled all his spiritual energy into the broken ancient sword and swung it forward forcefully. This strike was completely different from the others.
Gales raged, sword intent churned, and sword energy converged, like falling leaves returning to their roots, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea. The sword's hum grew increasingly sharp, condensing into a hundred-foot-long sword energy at the tip of the broken ancient sword.
The phoenix, enveloped in flames, was split in two by this hundred-foot-long sword energy within the sea of fire. Immediately after, Wu Tao unleashed another sword strike, killing Jiang Danyang, who was still struggling weakly.
Subsequently, Wu Tao used a fire ball spell to incinerate Jiang Danyang's corpse, completely erasing him from this world without leaving a trace.
Wu Tao collected Jiang Danyang's storage bag and the Extreme Phoenix Three Flames Fan into his own storage bag. With a light touch, he moved like a wisp of smoke to a giant kelp tree that had grown for countless years, then soared into the sky, vanishing without a trace.
...
Currently, in the Sea God's Ruins, the life-and-death struggles between top experts like Wu Tao and Jiang Danyang had become commonplace.
After months of slaughter, those who survived were undoubtedly seasoned fighters among the Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, their hands stained with blood.
Because of these battles, the fighting had become even more brutal.
Beside a volcanic eruption.
The righteous and demonic factions, irreconcilably opposed, encountered each other. Ying Feiyang and Qiu Qianren, after mocking each other, began a battle for life and death.
A powerful, domineering, and invincible thirty-foot phantom image unfolded, as if it were real. A golden imperial crown descended, and waves of sacred radiance spread out majestically, proclaiming the might of an invincible overlord. Qiu Qianren himself was like a born overlord!
Qiu Qianren roared, and his fists, like those of innate giants from the ancient era, smashed rapidly towards Ying Feiyang.
Ying Feiyang, clad in blood-red clothing, saw this and let out an evil grin. He gripped the ancient remnant treasure, the Blood Moon Curved Saber, with both hands. The saber spun, and a bloody saber glow erupted fiercely. An astonishing killing intent condensed into a single line, its momentum incomparably overbearing and unstoppable.
*Clang clang clang...*
They engaged in a life-and-death battle within the scorching lava. Fists flew and sabers clashed with great energy, each striking at the other's vital points. Soon, the battle reached its climax.
No decisive winner!
After a round of exchanges, Ying Feiyang and Qiu Qianren found themselves locked in a draw!
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