Chapter 423 Settled (2/2)

When faced with this simple pierce, Chen Beidou behaved as though he had lost his soul. He was unable to react and could only see the tip of the sword closing in.

It seemed like the only plausible outcome for Chen Beidou was to perish under the simple pierce of the sword.

Not only Chen Beidou thought so, but all the surrounding living creatures who cultivated Dao felt that way too. No one expected Chen Beidou who had the upper hand and was in complete control to lose his advantage so suddenly.

However, Chen Beidou was as impressive as ever. He did not give up.

Regardless of how strong Shen Lian was, he was no more than a paper tiger. Things had not gotten to the point where Chen Beidou could not put up any resistance. Even if the piercing was akin to the great Dao and could operate the sky full of stars, he was not exasperated.

He threw away all the unnecessary thoughts, and he forgot where he was. All he could see was the original heart and nothing more.

Chen Beidou seemed to had broken through some sort of restraint and shackle. The shattering sound echoed throughout the world.

He finally drew his sword. His divinity, body, heart of sword, and spiritual response - everything about him seemed to have joined as one with the Celestial Trapping Sword. They were together as one and had turned into a pure stream of sword gleam.

Shen Lian's 'sever' was simple, to which Chen Beidou had responded with 'purity'.

Chen Beidou was nowhere to be found, and there as only a hint of red. The hint of red was not brilliant, and it did not shine like the Milky Way. However, whoever set eyes on this hint of red would understand the determination of a swordcraft practitioner.

His loyalty did not lie with the heaven and earth, his ancestors, or the believers. However, he was absolutely loyal to swordcraft and searched for nothing more.

Shen Lian's 'sever' went at a steady pace, but Chen Beidou's sword gleam tried to circumvent Shen Lian's sword like a rainbow and was charging directly at the deity that he had morphed into.

Shortly after, on top of Mount Zhong, underneath the starry night, a ball of light that shone as bright as the Beidou - The Big Dipper exploded. The world was encapsulated in white; everywhere was clean and the polar lights turned the night into day.

At this moment, a giant monster surfaced from the bottom of Ruo Shui. It had two intertwining horns on his head, and there were green scales below its neck. It leaped out from the water. It was a flood dragon. It rose from the water and tried to make its way to the core of the white light.

The sword sang and cropped off a portion of the flood dragon's horn. It moaned painfully and fell into the river again.

The endless white light had dispersed and Chen Beidou stepped out from the void. He held the reddish Celestial Trapping Sword and his body gradually turned transparent. At last, along with the Celestial Trapping Sword, he became a blood-red light dot and disappeared without a trace.

The void started to mend itself. The night after the intense battle remained clear and beautiful, and not a speck of dust could be seen anywhere.

Huanzhen stood on top of the raft. He had kept his Imperial Seal long ago. He thought that he would have a chance to interfere, and now he realized how misinformed he was.

Qingyin murmured, ”Who won?”

Huanzhen replied, ”No idea.”

”He did not win.” The raft shook gently, creating ripples in the surrounding water.

A young Daoist dressed in feathered clothing and star crown was seated next to the coffee table on the raft. He helped himself with a piece of pastry. He seemed to be emitting weak starlight and his physical appearance was blurry.

Qingyin looked at him in shock and did not manage to utter a single word.

The young Daoist ingested the pastry and helped himself to a crystal-clear spiritual fruit. He smiled, ”Your pastry is too sweet. You should try making something savory next time.”