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The Blood Demon was also taken aback, because in this voice he sensed a level of power that transcended Divine Arrival and Transcendence... It had already reached the peak of the extraordinary!

A powerful cultivator of the Dao!

With his ancient lineage and broad perspective, he would of course not make a mistake.

So the suicide of a fortune teller, it turns out, is not an end, not a surrender or departure, but just another beginning

To pay with one's life to bring forth this powerful cultivator of the Dao

The confrontation between blood divination and destiny divination has only just begun!

Such a powerful opening, asking a question with such a mysterious aura, it sounds like some ancient and mighty being who has been slumbering for ages...

Awakened after years of slumber, eh

Who is it

The Blood Demon scoured his memories from the very beginning, but came up empty-handed.

But in the next moment, that aged and mysterious voice became incomprehensible: "I, who am I again"

Then it seemed to get angry.

The blood mist rippled and surged —

“Who is calling me Son of a thief! Come out and try it! Do you have any conscience, old man needs to sleep!”

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Blood Demon: …

Yu Beidou: …

One has an ancient origin, the other has been interpreted for half a century, both can be called strong, but at this moment they are all speechless.

I really don't know what to say.

This display of power from this Daoist expert was far too different from what we had imagined!

But there was no reply. The aged voice continued, muttering to itself: "Such familiar blood...could it be someone I know"

"It seems like I'm fortune-telling..."

"Well, yes, it's a fortune teller."

The aging voice gradually confirmed itself, as if slowly recalling something, and then became indifferent: "I remember. The fortune teller, after a lifetime of hard work, wanted me... to give him a sword."

As soon as the sound fell.

The blood-colored mist in the cave trembled, as if it felt something. Then, it suddenly contracted and condensed... the blood-colored mist pressed together into a solid form, instantly coalescing into a sword!

This is a...sword without a hilt.

From beginning to end, it is all blade.

Colorless and translucent.

Only on the blade of the sword, there is a faint blood-colored gossip pattern floating, as if representing the traces left by the fortune teller.

This proves that he once existed.

Though the body perishes, the soul shall cease to exist.

This sword is condensed from his remaining body.

In a sense, this also carried out his will.

Thus, the sword rose!

This colorless guàwén sword, when in motion, drifts lightly. It's not fierce or imposing; there are no big movements, just a simple vertical line in the air...

That's it, just a simple vertical line, and everything is different.

It's indescribable, that kind of feeling.

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There was no sound, nor any other colors.

You can't see the cave walls.

A single line of sword light stood out, dancing alone in the smoke-filled air.

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The sword light is colorless and formless. In the world of vision, it can be said to almost not exist. But in the world of spiritual consciousness, in the world perceived by the soul—

This sword light is impossible to ignore, unstoppable. It's as vast as a mountain, stretching from heaven to earth!

Yu Beidou sat cross-legged in mid-air, his sword finger pointed swiftly. Upon closer inspection, it seemed as if he hadn't moved at all.

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The blood demon lying on the ground surged with blood light, and upon closer inspection, the blood light had completely vanished.

They couldn't make a sound.

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Their secret arts, techniques... all their efforts, seemed to have never existed at all, as if they had never happened.

They didn't seem to resist.

Only sword light was wreaking havoc.

The blood demon's neck, already slit open, continued to bleed profusely, corroding the ground. After a long time, it meandered into a small stream.

At this time, this crimson stream is disappearing inch by inch.

If a powerful being above the divine realm were to look closely, they would be able to see that wisps of sword energy are gradually slaughtering these drops of blood within an incredibly tiny space.

The blood bead was shattered by sword qi.

The Blood Demon's eyes were wide open, revealing a mixture of anger and fear. His lips moved constantly, as if threatening, or perhaps cursing in rage.

But all were silent.

This scarlet stream was resolutely "flowing backward," constantly dissolving... and just like that, it was completely cut off.

The blood demon's neck wound was ripped open, its entire head was torn off and then crushed.

Then comes the torso, which is followed by the limbs...

During this process, blood light constantly surged on the Blood Demon's body, and was constantly being extinguished.

Continuously bleeding, and continuously being chopped.

In such monotonous repetition, he was finally slaughtered to pieces.

...did not disappear.

...But it was cut too finely, too small, broken into a thousandth of a dust particle, so fine that the naked eye couldn't see it, as if it had vanished.

The body was actually there, but the flesh, bones, and blood had all turned into a pile of fine, fine "dust."

The sword light treats all equally, descending upon this realm to slay all living beings.

But the Blood Demon was unwillingly pushed to the front by Yu Beidou, enduring the damage first and thus being shattered.

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This sword thrust was truly long.

Perhaps because the details of destroying the enemy were too clear, it seemed long.

After defeating the Blood Demon, Yu Beidou was unable to escape unscathed.

First to shatter was the blood sac at the back of his head, where traces of the Blood Demon's remaining life essence still swirled and struggled. Where the sword energy swept, it dissipated like smoke.

Then his toes, fingers...

Facing this sword, the world's top expert Yu Beidou performed slightly better. He could control the process of his body's destruction to some extent, starting from less important parts...

But that's all there is to it.

The intangible, invisible sword light finally engulfed him.

The highest achiever of this world's divination art met such a tragic end, shattered in the cave of Duan Hun Xia, silently and without a sound.

Now, there is no living creature in this cave.

The colorless guāwén sword still stood in mid-air, the bloody guāwén on its body flickering like fish swimming in water, rising and falling unpredictably.

This sword, divine and devilish, leaves none alive.

The aged voice said, "Fortune teller, is this what you desire"

The blood-colored glyphs dissipated, dissolving into the sword.

As if to say, that's it.

The voice of aging left behind only a sigh.

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And so, this sword of divination patterns formed from the decaying body of the diviner too dissipated.

> Until this point, everything outside the sword light had begun to return.

Caves, stone pillars, sounds...

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Boom boom boom!

Boom!

A sword-shaped plume of smoke shot up into the sky.

All the stone pillars of the Blood Sealing Array and the cliffs of Soul-Breaking Gorge were shattered.

This cave on the cliff was pierced through by this sword-shaped plume of smoke!

How high are the cliffs on both sides of Duanhunxia

So high as a dangerous peak, its top is unseen. A traveler here would feel like giving up on life.

And this sword's form, smoke-wreathed, pierced straight through this cliff face, from bottom to top, leaving only a sword-shaped hole.

The smoke billowed into the sky, tens of thousands of meters high. It finally subsided, and then slowly dissipated.

If someone were to look down upon Duanhun Gorge from a great height, they would see this perilous gorge as a crack in the earth. However, on the eastern side of Duanhun Gorge, there is a deep and mysterious cave...

When the heavens open a single slit, so too does the sword's eye!

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