At that moment, no words could describe the brilliance of the blade.
That slash—peerless under heaven. That slash—enough to topple cities, shatter nations.
Within the slash, one could feel the emotion of sacrificing everything for a beloved, even forsaking all else just to love. In the face of this blade, the heavens dimmed, the sun and moon lost their light. All living beings blessed it instinctively.
This was the pinnacle of Guan Yu's blade technique—
Love that Topples Cities (倾城之恋)!
One slash to topple a city.
Infinite love, infinite blade intent.
The deeper the love, the stronger the blade!
BOOM!!
In the void, Love that Topples Cities clashed violently with the Great Extinction Demon Slash. In that instant, the entire world seemed to vanish, leaving only the two blades locked in a duel.
One slash carried extinction and nothingness.
The other slash overflowed with love and devotion, enough to shake heaven and earth.
The clash of blade intents set the sky ablaze.
Love that Topples Cities—too overwhelming! One stroke, and even heaven trembled. The Great Extinction Demon Slash shattered, and the dazzling arc of Guan Yu's strike crashed down upon the Eternal Night prodigy.
That cultivator screamed in agony. His body erupted in a spray of blood, the terrifying wound ripping through his chest like an evisceration. Though he wasn't split entirely in half, the result was no less gruesome.
The blade intent burrowed through his flesh, ripping through both body and soul, leaving behind irreparable damage.
"That strike… terrifying."
"Was that the Extinction Blade King just now? Even he was nearly killed with a single blow? Great Yi's prodigies… we really must not underestimate them."
The surrounding Eternal Night cultivators gasped, fear flashing in their eyes. No one had imagined Guan Yu could unleash such a strike.
That slash—worthy of legends. A light brighter than the sun, overshadowing the world.
CAW—CAW—CAW!!
Suddenly, a demonic scroll unfurled in the air, depicting a massive Flame Tree erupting with black infernal flames. On its branches leapt and danced countless Fire Crows, shrieking harshly, spreading their wings.
From the scroll burst a rain of Flame Feathers, descending upon White Crow City like a fiery deluge.
"Ten Thousand Crows Burn the Heavens! Today, we settle our score!"
The prodigy from the Crow Spirit Clan descended, riding his Ten Thousand Crows Burning Heaven Diagram. Defeat in the first King's War Chess match had been a humiliation that still festered. Worse, they had lost not just the battle, but their very fate and fortune.
If not for their clan's intervention, they would have been forgotten—no longer prodigies, just ordinary cultivators. That fear still haunted them.
Now was the time to avenge that shame.
"Taiyin Infinity—Hundred Ghosts Parade!!"
Suddenly, Nie Xiaoqian made her move.
A scroll unfurled in her hands, unleashing countless ghostly apparitions—Hanged ghosts, headless ghosts, drowned ghosts, blade-wielding ghosts, soul-binding ghosts, knocking ghosts, child ghosts, thunder ghosts, tomb ghosts, and many more. Each terrifying and unique.
This was her lifebound treasure, painstakingly refined for decades:
Hundred Ghosts Night Parade Diagram (百鬼夜行图).
Each ghost possessed unique powers—Water Ghosts commanded water, Fire Ghosts wielded flame, Scholar Ghosts could kill with cursed writing, Filth Ghosts specialized in defiled and tainted spiritual tools.
Once released, they formed a ghost army, marching like an army of the dead, and created what seemed to be a microcosmic underworld.
As they rushed forth, the sky became filled with wailing spirits. Countless ghosts clashed with the fire feathers, suppressing and even annihilating them with overwhelming Yin energy. Flame Crows swooped to fight, but were met with overwhelming ghostly resistance.
The battle raged fiercely across the skies.
But within Great Yi, no one looked down on Yi Tianxing's women.
These weren't decorative vases—they were the peak of Great Yi's elite, nurtured with the empire's best resources, bolstered by dual cultivation, and tempered through countless battles.
They had long surpassed the Yang Spirit Realm.
With the boost of the battlefield and their evolved lifebound treasures—now Innate Spirit Treasures—their combat power rivaled even Eternal Night's prodigies.
The battlefield became chaotic, with Eternal Night completely abandoning any pretense of fair combat. One prodigy after another struck with terrifying techniques.
Suddenly, a massive Bone Bell appeared in the distance, ringing out with a deathly tone. Its toll seemed to echo from hell, freezing souls in despair. The sound alone could reduce soldiers to dust.
Yet, at that moment—within White Crow City, a jet-black jade talisman soared into the air.
Within the talisman flickered endless mystical runes, forming ancient Dao patterns, mysterious and profound. It radiated a suppression so absolute, it made even divine treasures look dull.
The talisman drifted silently toward the Bone Bell, completely unaffected by the deathly soundwaves.
It landed softly against the bell, imprinting it with a glowing mark.
DING!!
With that, a strange power surged out, sealing all Dao auras within the Bone Bell. Even its spiritual light faded, and it plummeted like scrap iron to the ground.
The one who acted was Mo Xue, and the talisman was her lifebound treasure:
Qilin Heaven-Sealing Talisman (麒麟封天符).
This Innate Spirit Treasure specialized in sealing divine weapons. Even Innate treasures couldn't escape easily once suppressed.
And on a battlefield like this, losing your lifebound weapon was often a death sentence.
The war raged on.
One after another, Eternal Night's top prodigies entered the fight, raining down Innate Spirit Treasures upon White Crow City.
But the women of Great Yi met them blow for blow.
One by one, they revealed their own divine artifacts, refined over decades, now gleaming with unstoppable power.
The battlefield grew more brutal and intense with each passing breath.
"Immeasurable Demon Buddha… this humble monk, Wuxin, requests to face Emperor Yi."
Suddenly, the void rippled.
A sea of black Buddhist light flooded the air, echoing with mantras from countless sentient beings.
A figure stepped forward from the darkness—a young monk with flowing black hair, his expression serene, yet his presence radiated unsettling demonic energy. He stood upon a black lotus.
He had yet to raise a hand, but his aura had already enveloped the entire battlefield.
In his gaze, there was only Yi Tianxing.The rest of the war meant nothing to him.
"Demon Buddha—Wuxin (无心)!"
Yi Tianxing's gaze locked onto the monk.
Having spent decades on the Eternal Night battlefield, Yi Tianxing had collected ample intelligence on its top threats. The Blood Moon Rankings had many terrifying prodigies, and Wuxin was among the most dangerous.
Wuxin hailed from the Demon Buddha race—once lofty monks of the Buddhist path, now fallen into darkness under Eternal Night's corruption. They had formed an entirely new lineage.
Demon is Buddha. Buddha is Demon.The world is a sea of suffering. Let us save it with the power of demons.We demons show compassion.
Wuxin was said to have been born without a heart, and was known as undying. No matter how he was cut or burned, so long as a fragment of flesh remained, he would regenerate—
Wuxin the Undying.
His lifebound treasure?
A strange heart called:
Seven-Orifice Exquisite Demon Heart (七窍玲珑魔心).
This heart not only replaced his missing organ, it bestowed miraculous power. For every orifice (窍) opened, all of his abilities—body, mana, soul, divine sense—would be multiplied.
One orifice: 2× power
Two: 4×
Three: 8×
Four: 16×
Five: 32×
Six: 64×
Seven: 128×
Each opened orifice birthed an entire minor world, connected to primordial chaos, absorbing its energy and growing stronger.Seven orifices meant seven worlds, and legends said if those seven were perfected—
—they would unite into a true, singular world, a Unique Realm.
Wuxin had replaced his heart with this treasure.
He was the Spirit Treasure. The Spirit Treasure was him.
Among Eternal Night's monsters, Wuxin ranked at the top.
Only a few dared stand against him.
And now… he was here, clearly for one reason—
To fight Yi Tianxing.
"We demons show compassion,"Wuxin smiled and pressed his palms together, chanting a demonic sutra.
Demonic Palm of Tathāgata – Our Demon's Compassion!(如来魔掌——我魔慈悲!)
Behind him, a colossal Demon Buddha formed, its face identical to Wuxin's.
A black sea of Buddhist light surged out—and the battlefield was flooded with demonic chants from every direction.