# Chapter 1190: Chaos Unique
"Chi!"
The "Mist Light" sword body gently trembled, yet it produced an ear-piercing sound of space being cut. A streak of formless sword energy horizontally sliced through several hundred miles of space, leaving a long, straight sword mark on the three-hundred-mile Feng Shen Platform.
To leave even a shallow trace on the Feng Shen Platform was far more difficult than severing ten thousand mountain peaks with a single sword strike.
On the spectator stands, everyone's bodies trembled uncontrollably, their hearts shuddering in shock. This was the very first moment that Jun Xilei truly released her sword intent and sword energy. Although they were far away and separated by a barrier, it made their spines run cold, as if that crystal-white sword light was at this very moment pressing mercilessly against their backs.
Luo Changsheng's body did not move, but his sleeves instantly fluttered violently. The calmness on his face finally turned into gravity... This was also the first time on this Feng Shen Platform that he had shown such an expression.
A moment of stillness, then Jun Xilei suddenly disappeared. Her figure and sword shadow seemed to vanish into the gaps of space, disappearing without a trace.
In the next instant, before anyone could react, a sword intent as vast as the heavens silently descended, pressing down upon every corner of the Feng Shen Platform. The Mist Light sword beam shot straight at Luo Changsheng like a sudden flash of a dark night meteor.
On the spectator stands, countless young practitioners, including the chosen ones of the Eastern Divine Region who were the pride of heaven, were all stunned and pale. Because they simply could not see where this sword beam had come from, and the moment it flashed in their pupils, what they felt was only terror and... despair.
Luo Changsheng's eyes were like cold stars. With a dull explosion, his sword and battle-axe shot out together. Wind and thunder roared in unison. A hurricane and thunderbolts rolled and merged, rushing to meet the sword beam.
Crack!!!!
Sword energy and wind thunder collided from a distance. Before they truly touched, the sword intent and wind thunder had already erupted at the same time. In an instant, sword energy howled, wind thunder exploded, sword energy tore through wind and thunder, and wind thunder shattered the sword beam. The Feng Shen Platform was as if struck by a natural disaster, with winds and clouds changing color.
Jun Xilei's and Luo Changsheng's gazes collided across the sword energy and wind thunder from afar—one as sharp as a sword, the other as cold as a crystal.
This was the first exchange between the two, yet it shocked countless people into gaping stares. The various Realm Kings were also greatly moved.
The Feng Shen Platform, which was as smooth as jade and, in many people's understanding, could not be damaged in the slightest by the younger generation, quickly spread with countless fine cracks like a spider's web.
Boom!!
With a loud explosion, the catastrophic storm burst apart, and the two flew far away from each other. Jun Xilei's graceful figure lightly spun in the air, and the Mist Light sword in her hand once again disappeared.
"Heart...less...Sword...Do...main..."
The light suddenly dimmed.
All sounds also suddenly vanished.
Everyone's vision blurred inexplicably, presenting a dreamlike vast starry sky.
The space of the Feng Shen Platform became gray and dark, as if light had been mercilessly devoured. Yet within this darkness, countless dazzling stars were dotted. Jun Xilei's entire body was covered in moonlight, standing among the stars like a moon goddess of the heavenly palace, surrounded by ten thousand stars, sacred and majestic.
And Luo Changsheng was targeted by ten thousand stars, his entire body gray and dark, appearing exceptionally insignificant in this suddenly opened world.
"Thi...this is..."
"Heartless Sword Domain!" the Glazed Light Realm King said in a low voice.
"It is said that back then, Jun Wuming only comprehended this 'Heartless Sword Domain' in the late stage of the Divine King Realm," the Saint Universe Realm King Luo Shangchen said in amazement. "His successor has actually realized it at the Divine Spirit Realm."
"It is by no means simply a matter of realization," Luo Guxie said softly. "Rather, she is already able to fully control it."
"In all generations, there has never been a female Sword Lord. No wonder Jun Wuming searched for many years and ultimately chose a woman as his successor." Luo Guxie's gaze toward Jun Xilei had already changed slightly: "It seems I have underestimated her. Changsheng will probably have to go all out."
Under the Heartless Sword Domain, Luo Changsheng's expression was already extremely grave. Lightning flickered on his body with piercing screams, while his pupils gradually became tinged with a deep emerald green.
An increasingly dense aura of divine spirit floated in the space enveloped by the sword domain.
Under everyone's breathless attention, a wisp of aura was gently stirred.
In an instant, all the stars transformed into the most terrifying sword beams, like the light of divine punishment, shooting down toward Luo Changsheng. Jun Xilei also turned into a flowing shadow, pressing straight toward Luo Changsheng.
"Ha!!"
Luo Changsheng let out a loud roar. The divine aura released from his body at this moment also became intense to the extreme. With a long cry that pierced the sky, two divine shadows appeared before and behind him.
In front was a giant eagle; behind was a giant bear.
The giant eagle let out a long cry, sweeping up a sky-covering storm that heavily crushed the sword beams and also forced Jun Xilei far away. The piercing sword beams were firmly blocked by layers of yellow light, collapsing before they even came close.
Within the Heartless Domain, everything was a sword, and every wisp of air was sword energy. Even if the sword beams were shattered and annihilated, in the next instant, even more sword beams would pierce through the air, as if endless.
This was a power that surpassed the level of the Divine Spirit Realm and even tore apart the understanding of countless young practitioners. Yet such power, those star-like sword energies, were all blocked layer by layer by Luo Changsheng, never even approaching him for a single moment.
Not only were the young practitioners completely dumbfounded, but even the elders did not have their shock fade for a long time.
The day before, Jun Xilei had defeated Huo Poyun in an instant, and Luo Changsheng's wind and thunder had torn apart Lu Lengchuan's Imperial Dragon Sacred Domain, both of which had stunned the entire audience.
But the shock of this scene surpassed all previous ones of this Feng Shen Battle.
"Thi...this...is this really the power of the younger generation?" a lower-ranked Realm King was shocked almost out of his wits, unable to believe his eyes.
"Not just the younger generation... Both of their ages are only half a Jiazi," another person said, sucking in a cold breath.
"No wonder they are called 'Divine Sons'..."
"As expected of the Sword Lord's successor, as expected of Young Master Changsheng!"
Whoosh! Boom... Boom!!
Jun Xilei's pupils could no longer be seen. Within the Heartless Sword Domain, she had also entered the "Heartless" state. In her mind, apart from sword intent, there was nothing else. The endless flowing sword shadows trembled countless souls with every single instant.
"If it were me, I would probably have died several hundred times already," a young practitioner murmured, his eyes vacant. And he was none other than Meng Duanxi, who had also entered the top eight of the Feng Shen Battle, a figure second only to the Four Divine Sons of the Eastern Domain in the younger generation of the Eastern Divine Region.
The sword was like heavenly light, and the hurricane was becoming increasingly violent. At this moment, with a earth-shaking cry, as an unusual light suddenly flashed in Luo Changsheng's pupils, the giant eagle shadow before him and the giant bear shadow behind him suddenly exploded.
Boom!!!!
All the sword beams were heavily scattered and became chaotic. Within the Heartless Sword Domain, a strange crack suddenly split open in the middle, and then... completely collapsed.
Jun Xilei's eyes regained focus. Her entire body shook violently. In the exploding storm of scattered profound energy, both of them flew horizontally. When they stopped, they were a hundred miles apart.
Jun Xilei floated in the air, her body slightly swaying. A momentary paleness appeared on her face, clearly injured internally, but she stubbornly forced it down.
Luo Changsheng also floated in the air, slightly panting.
A breeze blew over. His left sleeve suddenly turned into countless fragments, and wisps of blood trickled down his arm, gathering at his fingertips, dripping down drop by drop.
On his face, a bloody gash had also appeared at some unknown time.
The spectator stands were dead silent.
Luo Changsheng extended his right hand, gently stroking the deep bloodstain on his face. A drop of blood was carefully pinched between his fingertips.
Looking at the crimson on his fingertips, he let out a faint sigh: "It has been a long time... since I last saw my own blood."
He put away his Divine Wind Axe, leaving only the Holy Thunder Sword in his hand. At this moment, he suddenly smiled and slowly raised his sword, pointing it at Jun Xilei: "As expected of the Sword Lord's successor. Then Changsheng shall meet you with the sword."
Humm!!
An extremely dull explosion sounded somewhere unknown, like thunder from ten thousand miles away. Luo Changsheng's already astonishing aura suddenly surged at this moment. A formless wave swept across the entire Feng Shen Platform. Jun Xilei's sharp sword aura was as if submerged in a vast ocean, suddenly diminishing several times.
"Ah... th-this..."
"So... he wasn't even going all out just now!?"
"Peak of the Divine Spirit Realm's peak... No! Compared to this old man's ultimate limit of the Divine Spirit Realm back then, it is completely incomparable! This spiritual pressure... it is already comparable to the Divine King Realm!"
"...I always felt that the rumors about Young Master Changsheng were exaggerated, but I never expected that he would far surpass the rumors! This generation of the Eastern Divine Region is simply immeasurable!"
Having been wounded by Jun Xilei's sword, Luo Changsheng finally released his full power. His eyes, his aura—everything completely changed. Everyone's gaze was irresistibly attracted to him, as if by an unmovable magnet, firmly fixed on him. From this moment on, he seemed to become the center of the entire world.
Jun Xilei's long hair flew wildly, her white clothes fluttering, as if standing in a storm. Her bright eyes were like thousands of swords embedded within, even more icy and terrifying.
Although he held only the Holy Thunder Sword, Luo Changsheng's aura was terrifyingly stronger than before. He slowly raised his sword, and when the sword tip pointed at the sky, a bolt of lightning struck down from the heavens, attaching itself to the sword body, accompanied by a faint wolf's howl.
"Wind Eagle, Rock Bear, Thunder Wolf... Not only does he cultivate three elements—wind, thunder, and earth—but he also carries the inheritance of three types of divine blood," Shitian Shendi said, his eyes shining with unusual light. "This kid is truly a freak."
"Threefold cultivation is the limit of humanity. Simultaneously carrying three types of divine power inheritance is also the limit of humanity. Whether the former or the latter, it is extremely rare. And for both limits to converge in one body," Long Huang said, his gaze slightly concentrated: "Not to mention your Eastern Divine Region, looking at the entire history of the God Realm, there probably aren't more than twenty people in total."
"Moreover, as the Primordial Chaos aura becomes thinner and thinner, such heaven-blessed unique physiques will only become rarer. Currently, in the entire God Realm, and even the entire chaos, there should only be Luo Changsheng."
"Your generation of the Eastern Divine Region will undoubtedly be exceptionally remarkable," Long Huang said with utmost seriousness.
"This generation of young people is indeed full of extraordinary talents, but it also always gives me the feeling that they were born to face a calamity," Zhou Tian Shendi said.
Long Huang: "..."
"Heh," Zhou Tian Shendi shook his head with a smile. "I hope everything is just me worrying unnecessarily."
Luo Changsheng's momentum had sharply increased, but Jun Xilei's cold eyes remained utterly unmoved. She raised her Mist Light sword, drawing a full moon in the air. The surrounding aura moved with the sword, and a formless sword domain silently took shape. In an instant, sword energy tore through the sky, rapidly shredding the pressure and surging aura from Luo Changsheng. Her long hair floated up, her eyes flashed with sword light, and endless sword might actually forced back Luo Changsheng's surging pressure, once again dominating the Feng Shen Platform.
This time, Luo Changsheng moved first. The Holy Thunder Sword swept through the air, and a purple thunder sword beam shot out, transforming into a thousand-zhang thunder dragon, its divine might astonishing the world.
Jun Xilei's figure flickered, instantly closing a hundred-mile distance. A bright light condensed on her sword body, dazzling everyone's eyes as if pricked by needles.
"Star... Shattering... Art!"
The bright light flashed, piercing through the air in an instant. Behind it, a pitch-black trail was left behind.
That was space being torn apart!