"Your physique isn't ordinary. I see countless crows shrieking around you. If I absorb your constitution, I can advance further on the path of the Chaos Body. Excellent."
The young girl gazed at the black-robed genius from the Eternal Night with a glint of eerie light flashing through her eyes. That light seemed capable of penetrating all things—clearly perceiving even the bloodline and physique of her opponent with ease.
"You can actually see through my Dark Crow Sacred Body? Your eyes are truly special. As expected of the woman I set my sights on. You want to absorb my constitution? You can have it—if we dual cultivate. Give you a bit of essence, and it's done."
The Dark Crow Holy Son's eyes gleamed with a perverse, lewd light. It was clear he was lusting after the girl in front of him.
"Courting death!!"
With a cold snort, the girl flicked her wrist. A black ribbon flashed into her hand and whipped out toward the Holy Son. The ribbon straightened mid-air, transforming into a jet-black warblade. Its edge shimmered with a razor-sharp brilliance, yet its depths were so profound they could swallow everything—even light itself.
This ribbon was no ordinary item. It was her lifebound treasure, painstakingly refined from rare heavenly materials. A Dao-grade weapon known as "Annihilation in All Directions" (十方俱灭).
Within it resided a single Dao Law—the Law of Devouring. If perfected, it could devour and assimilate other innate spiritual treasures along with the laws they embodied. With each law it absorbed, the ribbon would grow increasingly powerful.
Its foundation lay in Devouring, absorbing other Dao Laws and transforming them into destructive power. The more it devoured, the stronger it became.
At present, however, Annihilation in All Directions was still in its foundational stage. It only contained a single Devouring Law—merged during a serendipitous encounter with a damaged innate treasure of devouring nature. That incident elevated the ribbon to the rank of a true innate treasure, capable of protecting its master.
Moreover, the ribbon was incredibly versatile—hard or soft, firm or flexible—truly a marvel of craftsmanship.
Now, as it struck, sword-light slashed in all directions.
"What a fiery woman... but this Holy Son likes that."
The Dark Crow Holy Son chuckled, his eyes gleaming with fascination. In his hand appeared a black feather fan, each feather etched with mysterious runes. The patterns shimmered darkly, resembling the most profound depths of night.
This was none other than his own innate treasure—the Ten Thousand Crow Feather Fan (万鸦羽扇). Every single feather contained formidable power.
As he gently waved the fan, streaks of black sword-light burst forth, each imbued with a sinister aura. The dark miasma they released radiated an unmistakable sense of ominous curse energy.
Crows, throughout history, were symbols of ill omen—harbingers of curses, hated and feared.
Thus, the sword-light contained a natural Aura of Misfortune, manifesting as a host of curses: aging, slowing, confusion, chaos… Anyone struck would find themselves under a barrage of debilitating effects.
These sword-lights moved with eerie silence, flashing through the darkness with the speed of lightning.
"Yang God Realm."
The girl's gaze shifted, an arc of understanding flashing across her eyes. She could tell—the Holy Son hadn't reached the True Spirit Realm, but was still at the Yang God Realm, not far off from her own cultivation.
Suddenly, Annihilation in All Directions shifted from firm to supple, transforming once more into a flowing ribbon. It danced through the air, painting curves as it moved. A pitch-black vortex manifested beneath the ribbon, spinning as it rotated, exuding a fearsome devouring force.
The Ten Thousand Crow Feather Swords were sucked in effortlessly.
Without a sound, the sword-lights were swallowed whole, their deadly power neutralized.
At the same time, with a flick of her wrist, the ribbon darted forward like a black python, its trajectory bizarre and elusive, shooting toward the Holy Son.
"Kill!!"
The Holy Son didn't retreat. He waved the feather fan again, sending a dense tide of sword-light across the void, forming a domain of slashing force. He tried to shred the ribbon with sheer intensity.
But the devouring power of Annihilation in All Directions was no joke. Every touch would result in a sword-light being consumed.
Yet the Holy Son's swords were even more sinister—upon contact, they transformed into black crows, their forms ghostly and intangible, evading the ribbon and launching sneak attacks at the girl.
It was a fierce battle. Their clash expanded outward rapidly.
Wherever they went, Eternal Night fiends were swept into the fray and instantly reduced to meat pulp, their flesh and blood silently devoured, bones turned to dust.
And during this battle, Nannan's aura was steadily rising.
The terrifying feature of the North Sea Devouring Heaven Art (北冥吞天功) lay in its ability to constantly devour the flesh essence of lifeforms as long as the user remained alive—nourishing the body and refining cultivation. A perfect art for battle-based advancement.
If one paid close attention, they'd see that Nannan had already reached the Nascent Soul Realm, her entire being undergoing rapid metamorphosis—especially her body, now immensely more powerful than before.
Meanwhile, on the Divine-Demon Battlefield, war raged not only within the battle cities. Outside, lone cultivators engaged in brutal life-and-death combat.
These individuals were all strong—lone wolves who neither feared the overwhelming tide nor flinched at the sight of endless enemies. They tore through the Eternal Night fiends with dazzling techniques, reaping thousands of lives with each strike.
Of course, to even survive in such deep battlefield zones required both absolute power and supreme life-saving techniques.
Just like the red-robed woman, just like Nannan—these were solo warriors.
They fought not only to stop the Eternal Night but also to temper themselves, earn merit points, and exchange them for rare treasures and cultivation resources—available anytime, instantly delivered upon redemption.
At that moment, atop a mountain of white bones, a solitary figure stood.
Clad in white robes, carrying a bow and a quiver of arrows, his presence was sharp and refined. The arrows sparkled with divine light, emanating lethal intent. A broad Han sword was strapped to his back—elegant and balanced.
All around, Eternal Night foot soldiers surged toward the bone mountain.
He raised his bow again and again.
Each time, Heaven and Earth energy gathered naturally to form Qi Arrows, solid and deadly as any real one.
As they flew, these arrows split mid-air into thousands of smaller projectiles, raining down like a storm upon the battlefield. One volley brought with it a chorus of screams. Eternal Night forces suffered devastating casualties.
Arrow Technique – Splitting Arrow (分裂箭)!!
A technique specially designed for Qi Arrows. Perfect for mass warfare. Each shot split into thousands, covering massive areas with lethal force.
It didn't demand high accuracy—just overwhelming damage.
Of course, Splitting Arrow consumed several times more true essence than normal techniques. But the power gained was worth the cost.
Whoosh!
Splitting Arrows flew one after another, shaking the battlefield with each blast of energy. He forcefully held back wave after wave of attacks.
"San Niang… where are you now? We made a promise—this life, this world, we'll find each other again. Wait for me. I, Li Guang, will definitely find you. The Divine-Demon Battlefield connects the entire Eternal World. If fate permits, we'll meet again here."
This was none other than Li Guang, the legendary archer of history—a peerless warrior.
Once, he had crossed paths with Yi Tianxing, but at the time, due to the nature of the secret realm, there was no way to bring him into Da Yi. Otherwise, such a talent would never have been overlooked.
Back in that realm, Li Guang had encountered a fated soulmate. Though their time together had been brief, their bond was deep. Even at the moment of parting, they swore to meet again.
Now, the Divine-Demon Battlefield—a nexus of all realms—was his best chance.
"If I want San Niang to find me, I must make my name echo across this battlefield. Just like White Crow City—become known far and wide. Then, no one won't know the name Li Guang. Perhaps White Crow City is my hope."
A glint of hope flickered in his eyes.
White Crow City belonged to the Da Yi Dynasty. If he could reach it, perhaps—with Da Yi's help—he could broadcast his name, and find his beloved once more.