Cawk!
A shrill scream of crows rang out one after another, resounding throughout the Darkmourn Mountains.
Countless crows flew out from all over the Darkmourn Mountains, covering the sky and sun. They looked extremely frightening.
Almost at the same time, a large amount of Saint Path Precepts flew out of Yan Wushen and Xuemo’s body, transforming into two vast rivers while colliding in midair.
The two of them cultivated more than 90 million Saint Path Precepts, and each Saint Path Precept was exceptionally tough as well as indestructible.
Baaam!!
Two rivers formed by Saint Path Precepts collided repeatedly, causing the surrounding space to shatter, and even the Darkmourn Mountains also shattered rapidly as untold corpses were unearthed and then crushed into dust.
Yan Wushen and Xuemo seemed to have a tacit understanding as they did not rouse the precepts of heaven and earth, and the power of the land, using only their Saint Path Precepts to fight.
The strength of one’s Saint Path Precept could, to a large extent, determine the strength of a person.
And the key of this lies in the type of saint path cultivated. Those cultivators who had reached the realm of Saint King, had at least majored in one, or multiple types of Paths.
And those who could cultivate to the realm of a Nine-step Saint King would often need to major in one or multiple Supreme Paths.
If one could major in an Eternal Path, one’s potential, relatively speaking, would be undoubtedly be greater.
Inside Yan Wushen’s Saint Path Precept River, there were hundreds of thousands of powerful precepts that were extremely conspicuous, and they were cultivated by comprehending the Eternal Paths.
If Zhang Ruochen was here, he would be very familiar with that kind of Saint Path Precept, as it was exactly the Precept of Dimensions.
Few people know that Yan Wushen was also a master of space, and it was little wonder he was so interested in Chi Kunlun and insisted on taking the latter as his disciple.
And in Xuemo’s Saint Path Precept River, there were also many powerful precepts, radiating an aura of ancient vicissitudes. Although they were not formed out of Eternal Paths, they are at least comparable to them.
Everyone knew that the Nine Great Eternity Paths were the strongest paths and were otherworldly.
However, over a long period of time, many powers could, in fact, compete with the Nine Great Eternal Paths, but they were extremely difficult to master, and few had successfully cultivated them; so they have been long forgotten.
Xuemo had mastered an ancient power of ‘Anima’ that existed during the Minggu Era. This was also the reason why he could run rampant.
Yan Wushen and Xuemo were both peerless elites of their day, one of a master of an Eternal Path, one inherited the ancient power of Anima. The achievements they have left countless of cultivators only staring at the silhouette of their backs.
Aside from that, more than half of the precepts inside both their Saint Path Precept rivers were from the cultivation aand comprehension of Supreme Saint Paths and Greater Paths.
Under normal circumstances, the Saint Path Precepts of a Path’s Anterior-realm elite would mainly be in the hundreds of thousands. This cause their strength to be relatively weak.
It was not that they did not want to comprehend the Greater Paths or the Supreme Saint Paths, but they were simply just too difficult, often taking many times longer, and successful cultivation is not a certainty.
“As expected of a person who had cultivated Nine Demonstone Engravings at the same time, to think you also gained the power of Anima. You are already comparable to the Four Heavenly Kings of the Celestial Palace!” Yan Wushen shouted.
Xuemo responded, “You, the number one powerhouse beneath a Supreme Saint of the Infernal Court, did not disappoint me either. This trip is really worth it.”
When the two spoke, massive changes happened to the Saint Path Precepts river, causing all kinds of terrifying visions to appear.
Inside Yan Wushen’s river, a majestic Yanluo phantom appeared, stepping over the Nether, holding the Nether Tome, presiding over the life and death of hundreds of millions of living beings.
In Xuemo’s river, a Supreme Heavenly Demon rushed out, with nine black demonic lights on the back of its head, layered on top of one another, radiating an ancient, wild, and tyrannical aura that ran rampant.
Boom!
The Yanluo Phantom and the Heavenly Demon phantom collided extremely violently, like two ancient existences, crossing the vastness of time and space as they met and tried to suppress each other.
“The time is now!”
Seeing Yan Wushen was tied up fighting Xuemo, Qiu Yichi immediately struck.
Whoosh!
Qiu Yichi and Yan Liren moved out, and rushed at Yan Wushen at top speed.
With Xuemo holding Yan Wushen back, this was undoubtedly the best time for them to strike.
“Trying to take someone away under my eyes, you must first have the ability.”
Yan Wushen laughed loudly, as a majestic Infernal Yanluo Qi rushed out of his body instantly, surging towards Qiu Yichi and Yan Liren.
Whoosh!!
The next moment, the Infernal Yanluo Qi gathered and transformed into nine hundred and ninety-nine clones, each clones exuded powerful auras, enough to be stand shoulder to shoulder with a well-cultivated Saint King.
“The Great Yanluo Thousand Heads and Bodies Technique, this is a forbidden technique of the Yanluo clan. Yan Wushen had actually cultivated it before even reaching Supreme Sainthood.
For a time, Qiu Yichi and Yan Liren were surrounded by this group of clones.
Yan Wushen’s nine-hundred and ninety-nine clones all had very indifferent expressions on their faces as they used the same saint arts.
Faint dark light radiated and then condensed nine-hundred and ninety-nine stone bridges, exuding an extremely bizarre aura, as if it wanted to pull the soul out of living flesh.
“The Bridge of Vaitarna.”
An ancient voice faintly echoed in the void.
Qiu Yichi’s expression changed slightly, and with a wave of her hand, dozens of figures suddenly appeared around her.
All these people were Nine-step Saint Kings, each of them renown folks, but have been controlled by Qiu Yichi using her Path of the Mind and the Great Bloodsoul Technique.
There was no change in Yan Liren, his expression was still gloomy, exuding powerful negative emotions.
He was a blood coccon left behind by Yan Liren’s true body, formed with the hundred thousand negative emotions he had left behind, so he was equivalent to an avatar of Yan Liren.
“Strike!”
Following Qiu Yichi’s orders, the dozen of Nine-step Saint Kings immediately struck.
All kinds of powerful saint arts and sacred artifacts were blasted out one after another, as dazzling light seemed like they were about to flood the place.
Yan Liren too made his move, as his body exuded even stronger negative emotions as they diffused in all directions.
Yan Liren stretched both hands out at the same time, transforming into two massive hands that could pluck the stars off the heavens. This was the High-level saint art, the Blood God’s Five-Finger Mark.
Unlike Xue Lingxian’s Blood God’s Five-Finger Mark, Yan Liren’s palm not only gathered a torrent of blood Qi, but also terrifying negative emotions that could erode the flesh and also affect the mind.
Baaaam!
Dozens of saint arts and sacred artifacts unleashed blocked a small part of the stone bridges while the rest fell into Yan Liren’s palms.
“A bit capable I see.” Yan Wushen said lightly.
The one that caught his attention was naturally Yan Liren, the other Nine-step Saint Kings did not even register to him.
Hummmm
Suddenly, a strange fluctuation emanated from Qiu Yichi’s body, as it spread out at a speed beyond imagination.
Suddenly, all of Yan Wushen’s nine hundred and ninety-nine clones suddenly stopped.
Boom!
All of the stone bridges were blown apart in an instant, creating a terrible shock wave as a gap immediately appeared in the circle formed by the nine hundred and ninety-nine clones.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qiu Yichi transformed into a blood light as she instantly rushed out and arrived at Yan Wushen’s side, seizing Chi Kunlun.
“Hmph.”
Yan Wushen’s true body let out a cold snort, and casually blasted a palm strike out.
Qiu Yichi had been prepared, and took out the Heart-taker Orb the Blood Empress had gave her. A strange power of the mind appeared, and bombarded at Yan Wushen.
The Blood Empress’ attainments in the Path of the Mind was naturally at a level beyond Qiu Yichi’s ability to compare. Even the Heart-taker Orb that contained only a shred was her power also terrifying, and normal Saint King-realm powerhouses may not be able to resist it.
Just as Qiu Yichi expected, affected by the impact of the power of the mind from the Heart-taker Orb, Yan Wushen’s movements suddenly stopped momentarily.
“Run!”
Qiu Yichi did not dare to tarry and immediately took Chi Kunlun and fled far away.
“Just a mere Path of the Mind seeking to shake my mind? You, stay!”
Yan Wushen yelled as a vast Infernal Yanluo Qi converged in his palm as he blasted it at the fleeing Qiu Yichi.
Whoosh!
Yan Liren appeared, and similiar blasted a palm strike out.
A majestic surge of blood Qi emerged from his palm, instantly forming a massive phantom of Lord Ming, standing tall in the realm, unleashing an extremely tyrannical aura.
Baaammm!
The Lord Ming’s phantom shuddered, and was on the verge of collapse but it managed to blocked Yan Wushen’s furious strike in the end.
And just as Yan Wushen was about to follow up with the attack, Xuemo suddenly interfered.
“Yan Wushen, eat my Heavenly Demon’s Nine Transformations.”
Xuemo roared as a destructive demonic Qi inside his body continuously surged from his body.
Suddenly, the Heavenly Demon phantom rapidly became corporeal, unleashing monstrous demonic aura.
The nine demonic lights at the back of the Heavenly Demon phantom combined according to a special sequence, transforming into a bizarre and mysterious demonic rune, radiating dark light as they bombarded at Yan Wushen.
Yan Wushen’s eyes turned serious, as the Infernal Yanluo Qi in his body surged out in a frenzy, combining with the Saint Path Precept river.
The Yanluo phantom became corporeal in an instant, like the ancestors of the Yanluo clan traversing the expanse of time and space as a strange mark appeared on his forehead, looking like the deep stars, and also the endless black hole that swallowed everything.
Boom!
The space was violently distorted and then shattered as all kinds of bizarre vitality within a radius of thousand of miles gathered over in a frenzy and were instantly taken in one fell swoop.
At the same time, the earth shattered as countless of debris and bones flew up, and were then crushed into dust by the destructive force.
After a long while, this destructive force finally subsided, and the outer area of the Darkmourn Mountains were already destroyed beyond recognition.
Yan Wushen still stood on the top of the mountain, and under his protection, the mountain was fortunately preserved.
Xuemo and Yan Liren were already missing.
Yan Wushen locked onto the direction Qiu Yichi had fled, and was just about to pursue before he suddenly sensed something and stopped. A strange look appeared in his eyes as he looked towards the distant horizon.
“Pan Ruo? I did not expect the upstart of the Fane of Destiny to be so bold.”
Yan Wushen whispered as his form flickered and chased towards the direction he had sensed.
