Chapter 1093: Passing on Heritage (1/2)

“Vile spawn?!” Wei Yuan bristled with true rage when he heard the insult.

Nirvana phoenixes were noble and lofty. Though they didn’t rival the chaos dragons, they were still one of the most blue-blooded races of the chaos. Zhou Wumie addressing him this way was the height of humiliation and aroused Wei Yuan’s latent violent nature.

Skree!!

Wei Yuan whistled piercingly and sent the dark red flames over his body dancing with rage. He spread his wings open and fanned them viciously at the charging Zhou Wumie.

……

When the rest of the interested parties made their way to the scene, they saw Zhou Wumie fighting a nirvana phoenix. The two were deadly serious about their battle and blasted each other with every murderous combat art they could think of.

“Help him!” The rest of the Nirvana disciples were appalled at a junior disciple fighting their greatest genius. Of course they recognized the nirvana phoenix.

“Hmph!” Lu Yun and the others naturally wouldn’t allow anyone else to attack Wei Yuan. The Thousand Obliteration Formation of the Six Royals focused on the combination of the six sacred powers rather than keeping to a defined formation shape. As long as the six powers were connected to each other, the formation still operated even if they were tens of thousands of kilometers away from each other.

As time went on, their understanding of the formation deepened and their teamwork improved. Lu Yun raised the sword in his hands and brought it down on empty air.

Dragonrise!

A snowy river of sword light bisected the void and brought dreadful spatial storms into the area.

“Those who cross this line will die.” Lu Yun brandished the sword by the banks of the river, coldly sweeping the other side with a piercing look.

“So the sword’s returned to him!” Those coming in pursuit of the sword immediately noticed the treasure in the young man’s hands. That sheer battle of lunacy, one that’d claimed more than a hundred thousand lives, had been for this great treasure beyond the chaos. But in the end, Lu Yun had reclaimed it!

The crowd wanted to collectively belch fire at the young man. If looks could kill, Lu Yun would’ve already died several times over in this life and the next.

“Such are the insidious schemes of the Inception Palace! You’re so damned shameless that you made us slaughter each other!” screamed an Ethos disciple.

“Made you slaughter each other?” Lu Yun crowed with laughter. “Don’t tell me you killed people from your own palace?”

The Ethos disciple blinked and didn’t respond.

“Or do you mean to say that the other five sacred palaces and the nine sacred lands have formed alliances with all of the factions in the chaos, and that you’re all one big happy family now?” Lu Yun bared his teeth in a savage grin, leering viciously.

“Don’t try to distract us with pretty words, Lu Yun. Do you dare fight me?” A sixth level mortal realm cultivator stepped out from the Creation Palace contingent and roared a challenge.

“I’m right here, come fight me if you want. But if you cross this sword river, be prepared to die.”

Humm!

The sword that Lu Yun had yet to name vibrated with a soft hum. He’d spent a hundred thousand years in hell to refine this sword; it was now of one mind with him and even stronger than Quietus. Not only did it contain an inheritance beyond the chaos, but so was its own rank beyond as well.

The Creation disciple trembled. He recalled Lu Yun’s earlier might and how he’d obliterated every zombie within thousands of kilometers with a single punch. Lu Yun had fought with bare fists then, but now he wielded a treasure beyond the chaos!

“Be prepared to risk your lives if you want the sword.” Lu Yun advanced on the Creation disciple that was already cowering away.

Ten thousand cultivators that’d come in pursuit of the treasure took a unanimous step back.

Lu Yun took another step forward. The ten thousand took a step back.

A step forward. A step back.

Another.

And another…

In the end, Lu Yun took three steps forward and crossed the clearly demarcated river, but the ten thousand cultivators in front of him—including several thousand sixth level experts from the other five palaces—had matched him a dozen steps for backward steps!

His indomitable figure deeply imprinted itself on their hearts.

“Lu Yun?? You’re called Lu Yun?!” suddenly shrieked a disciple from the fire origin land. “How can you be Lu Yun?! Lu Yun is a key figure in the worlds right now, the very worlds that the nine sacred lands wish to destroy! He’s the crux of our plans, so how are you called Lu Yun?!”

This fire origin disciple was also sixth level mortal realm. As a survivor of the inhumane battle from earlier, he was undoubtedly a master of his art. Any weaklings had long turned into a puddle of gore seeping into the ground, lacking even the right to die with a full corpse.

“And why can’t I be called Lu Yun?” Lu Yun grinned.

The hand in the shadows, the mastermind plotting the destruction of the worlds, had always been the nine sacred lands. The ones currently leading the charge were the four origin sacred lands.