Chapter 571 World Honored Earth Treasury (1/2)

Unlike ordinary snow, each and every snowflake represented the meaning of the Dao techniques Shen Lian had mastered. As the meaning condensed together, the snowflakes were formed.

Shen Lian had mastered completely the Taixu Strategy's inter-promotion and inter-restraint of the four states and he was displaying the state of 'living'. He used the eight Qi of Taixu to produce millions of methods and attacked Emperor Xia.

Shen Lian had been waiting for this opportunity for the longest of time. There was no holding back once Emperor Xia drew out his demonic blade. This was his only chance to rebuild Emperor Xia. If Shen Lian fought like his previous fights, it would take him forever to hurt Emperor Xia.

Shen Lian may be recognized as a supreme celestial being if he did so but it would take up too much of his precious time and there would be too much brain drain to Yinshang.

Shen Lian did not want to delay any further, neither did Emperor Xia. Moreover, Shen Lian was confident that he would be the victor of this duel.

A faint melody of grief could be heard across the heaven and earth. Countless innocent lost souls that were casualties of their battle surfaced from the earth and came together to form a river. Like the Yellow Springs, the waves came raging. So much so that the aura of battle could not stop the flow of the river.

In the void, Shen Lian did not move as the image of a woman came to his divine mind. The woman had jet black hair, skin that was fair like snow and a mesmerizing figure beneath her black robe. She stepped on the altar barefooted and was holding a musical instrument that resembled a flute. Her pink lips pursed on the lip plate of the flute and her jade-like fingers lightly held on to the body of the instrument. She then started playing the melody of the dead soul while a group of barbarians with painted feathered bodies danced to the music, the dance look demonic like the Mara Dance.

The souls of the deceased were triggered by the melody and that was why they gathered at the River of Deceased.

”A man's life of a hundred years under the sky is nothing compared to the age of this world. Life is but a fleeting dream, an illusion. Is there anything alive that lasts forever?” The Barbarians that surrounded the woman on the altar recited the song in a spooky tone of voice. At the same time, their dance had gotten more and more demonic with a hint of mania.

Along with the music, countless ghosts appeared out of thin air and ripped the void. They stepped on the River of the Deceased and charged up.

Emperor Xia's eyes were like two bright suns as it displayed the glory of the sun. Two rays of gold light shot out mercilessly from his eyes, like fighting bulls, as the demonic blade slashed across in thin air.

No words could describe Emperor Xia's Blade of Karma. It was almost like a stream of water from the mountains that was fated to fall to the pond, but a plane came out of nowhere and diverted the flow of the stream. The blade produced billions of water droplets and revealed earth shattering killing vibes at the same time.

The Qi of the blade spread out and attacked each and every snowflake. Like the waves in the tide, it flooded everything that was in front of it.

Shen Lian's Primordial Spirit emerged from the void and the moonlight behind him was extremely bright. The ghosts of the River of the Deceased held on to Shen Lian relentlessly like an unbreakable cable.

However, Emperor Xia did not seize the opportunity and instead shifted his gaze to his left. He then slashed ferociously towards his right and forced Shen Lian to come out from the void.

Emperor Xia groaned, ”You can use the plum tree to substitute the peach tree but don't even think about fooling me.”

At that very moment, Shen Lian was deeply impressed by Emperor Xia's spiritual sense. The ever useful 'Substituting of the Plum Tree for the Peach Tree' celestial method failed to fool Emperor Xia.

Although Shen Lian was forced by the Qi of the blade to reveal himself, he was still able to remain composed. His mental state swept across the witch on the altar and he was able to let go of all unnecessary sentiments.