Chapter 1907: Twin Swords Flying Together
In the eyes of the Abyssal Sword Spirit, there was likewise deep tenderness, along with much longing. He and the Blood Drop had been separated for far too long.
Yet no matter how long the separation, the bond between them had never changed. Instead, it had only grown stronger, like aged wine.
But even he had not expected that, at his most critical moment, the Blood Drop would appear by his side, as if she had been secretly watching over him all along.
"Has the imperial court's army already arrived?" Shi Qiankun stood up and asked tentatively.
In his view, since the Empress's sword had appeared in the Sword Grave, the imperial court had likely already sent a large army to support the Zhenyu Ancient Clan.
The woman in red glanced at Shi Qiankun and said coldly, "No army has come. I am not here at anyone's behest. I came only for the Abyssal Sword."
"This..."
Shi Qiankun immediately deflated, not knowing what to say.
"You may leave."
The woman in red spoke again, directly issuing a dismissal.
Hearing this, Shi Qiankun reacted and quickly withdrew from the Cold Volcano.
After all, she had just killed the Nether Immortal with a single sword strike. He could not afford to provoke her.
Moreover, with her here, he no longer needed to worry about problems on this side. It was better to continue focusing on Zhang Ruochen's situation.
After driving away Shi Qiankun, the woman in red smiled and said, "Let me first help you condense your Dao Body. We can talk about the rest later."
As she spoke, she pointed a finger, and a wisp of blood light flew out, merging into the Abyssal Sword Spirit's body.
The Abyssal Sword Spirit nodded slightly, then closed his eyes to continue the unfinished task. He had absolute trust in the Blood Drop Sword Spirit.
From the Nether Immortal's words, he already knew that the situation outside was dire. He had to complete the Dao Body as quickly as possible so he could go and assist Zhang Ruochen.
The Cold Volcano did not cause too much commotion, so the Undying Blood Clan side did not know that the Blood Drop Sword had arrived, nor that the Nether Immortal was dead. The fierce battle continued unabated.
Even though the Sword Grave's environment was unique, the repeated battles had still caused considerable damage. Many mountain peaks had collapsed, and swords had shattered into fragments.
"Boom."
Zhang Ruochen was forced back again. The massive shadow enveloping him crashed directly into a snow mountain, sending large amounts of snow tumbling down.
"Zhang Ruochen, this Divine Son has said it before. Even in the Sword Grave, even if you can borrow the power of the Yin Spirits to forcibly elevate your strength to rival an Immortal Great Saint, you still won't be my match. How much longer can your body hold out?"
The Blood Butcher Divine Son stepped forward, looking down at Zhang Ruochen like a dragon gazing upon an ant.
If not for being inside the Sword Grave, why would he need to go through so much trouble? He would have already made Zhang Ruochen die without a burial place.
Zhang Ruochen's gaze was calm, as still as an ancient well. He said indifferently, "Why waste so many words? If you truly have the skill, just step over my corpse."
In life, there are things one must do, even at the cost of one's life, and one must never back down.
He had promised the Xuanji Sword Saint that he would shoulder the mission of the Skyward Sword Lineage. No matter what, he would see it through.
If he couldn't even accomplish this, how could he contend with Chi Yao?
"Stubborn and obstinate." The Blood Butcher Divine Son's gaze turned icy.
He took a step forward and executed the Hellfire Divine Fist, conjuring a giant of flame.
With the flame giant at the center, hellfire spread rapidly in all directions, as if intending to turn the entire Sword Grave into an endless hell.
He no longer wanted to waste any more words with Zhang Ruochen. He would use absolute power to shatter his resolve.
Zhang Ruochen's gaze was resolute. He poured more power into the Azure Heaven Floating Pagoda hovering above his head to protect himself.
Only by protecting himself well could he fight the Blood Butcher Divine Son for a longer time.
In the end, he had not yet forged an Immortal Sacred Body. His physical form still had some weaknesses, making it difficult to withstand the attacks of the Endless Hell Pagoda.
Without the protection of the Azure Heaven Floating Pagoda, he would likely already be severely injured.
Fortunately, the artifact spirit of the Azure Heaven Floating Pagoda shared his enmity and united against the external foe. Otherwise, things would have been troublesome.
The battle between Bao Lie and the Nine-Eyed Heavenly King was going in Bao Lie's favor. His Star God Eye was even superior to the Nine-Eyed Heavenly King's nine eyes.
"Damn it. If the White Bone Sacred Mountain hadn't been damaged, how could I be so passive?" The Nine-Eyed Heavenly King's gaze was dark, and he was furious inside.
The White Bone Sacred Mountain was his greatest trump card. With it, he could even contend with an Immortal Great Saint.
But unfortunately, the White Bone Sacred Mountain had been broken by the Azure Heaven Floating Pagoda earlier and was severely damaged. It couldn't be used until it was repaired.
Otherwise, he could suppress Bao Lie with a flip of his hand.
In his fury, the Nine-Eyed Heavenly King went berserk, launching a full-scale counterattack. He was the offspring of a god of the Undying Blood Clan. How could he be inferior to others at the same level?
Before the snow mountain, the battle between Zhang Ruochen and the Blood Butcher Divine Son had also entered a white-hot stage. The Blood Butcher Divine Son's combat power was overwhelming, constantly pressing Zhang Ruochen, but he could never gain a significant advantage, let alone defeat Zhang Ruochen.
He could even defeat an Immortal Great Saint, yet here he was constrained, unable to finish off Zhang Ruochen.
All because of the Sword Grave and the Yin Spirits. Rather than killing Zhang Ruochen, he now wanted to overturn the Sword Grave and annihilate the Yin Spirits.
"This Divine Son has lost patience. Even if it costs me something, I will wipe out you and these Yin Spirits together." The Blood Butcher Divine Son said with extreme gloom.
He extended a hand, and a surge of blood energy flowed out, continuously pouring into the Endless Hell Pagoda.
As the blood energy was injected, the Endless Hell Pagoda shook violently. Countless inscriptions clearly emerged, interweaving across a large area of space, as if intending to seal the entire Sword Grave, even forcibly expelling the Sword Dao rules.
The Endless Hell Pagoda flew high, suspended in the sky like a blazing sun, casting the entire Sword Grave in the color of hell, oppressive beyond measure.
"This power..."
Shi Qiankun stood atop a mountain peak, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Others also turned their gazes toward the Endless Hell Pagoda, their expressions becoming extremely grave.
Anyone could feel that the Endless Hell Pagoda had become different from before, as if a seal had been broken.
Zhang Ruochen was directly beneath the Endless Hell Pagoda. The terrifying force pressed down on him, nearly immobilizing him.
Even the Sacred Shadow enveloping him trembled, showing signs of collapse and disintegration.
"Kill."
Zhang Ruochen did not wait idly. He struck first.
Taking advantage of the fact that the Blood Butcher Divine Son had not yet fully activated the Endless Hell Pagoda, he still had a chance to fight. If he waited any longer, the situation would spiral completely out of control.
Sword aura burst forth, as if it could sever stars.
"Boom."
The Endless Hell Pagoda stood unmoved, withstanding this attack.
"Again."
Zhang Ruochen did not give up. He continued to strike.
He slashed out several sword strikes in succession, each sword aura more condensed than the last. The essence and profound meaning of the "True One Thunderfire Sword Art" were fully displayed by him.
But no matter how he attacked, he could not shake the Endless Hell Pagoda, nor could he even break through the hellish barrier it had formed.
The entire Sword Grave was now under the shroud of the hellish barrier.
Even a fool could see the Blood Butcher Divine Son's intention. He clearly planned to take out the entire Sword Grave in one fell swoop, sparing no one.
Once the Endless Hell Pagoda's power was fully unleashed, everything would turn to ashes. Even an Immortal Great Saint might not be able to withstand it.
"That madman, Blood Butcher. He's actually willing to deplete his own essence to activate the Endless Hell Pagoda. If he had done this when fighting the Chunyi Sword Saint, the Chunyi Sword Saint might already be dead." In a hidden place, Luo Yi's gaze was heavy, mixed with a hint of anger.
Although he was in a secret realm, once the Endless Hell Pagoda fully erupted, even this secret realm might not be able to withstand it.
In this situation, he had to seriously consider a countermeasure.
"Whoosh."
Very suddenly, a red and a black rainbow light streaked across the sky, like two meteors, dazzlingly bright.
"What is that?"
Such a commotion immediately drew everyone's attention.
Even the Blood Butcher Divine Son noticed and turned his gaze toward the two rainbow lights.
The next moment, the two rainbow lights appeared beside Zhang Ruochen, transforming into two ancient swords.
One of them was as red as blood, exuding a fierce killing intent, the most eye-catching.
"That is... Empress Chi Yao's Blood Drop Sword. How did it appear here?"
Luo Yi widened his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.
"According to rumors, there is a very deep relationship between Zhang Ruochen and Empress Chi Yao. It seems the rumors are not false."
Luo Yi furrowed his brows slightly, sinking into thought, wondering what he was pondering.
Not only Luo Yi, but others were also shocked, their gazes completely drawn to the Blood Drop Sword.
Xia Wenxin, the Nine-Eyed Heavenly King, and others temporarily ceased fighting, pulling some distance away from Bao Lie and the others.
Somehow, the appearance of the Blood Drop Sword made them all feel a sense of foreboding.
"Isn't it said that Zhang Ruochen and Empress Chi Yao have a deep enmity? Why would Empress Chi Yao's Blood Drop Sword appear in the Sword Grave at this time?" The Nine-Eyed Heavenly King showed a puzzled expression.
Xia Wenxin also revealed a hint of gravity and spoke, "The thoughts of an existence like Empress Chi Yao are not something you or I can fathom. The only thing certain is that Empress Chi Yao is indeed watching the Sword Grave."
The involvement of Empress Chi Yao cast a shadow over everyone's hearts. After all, she was a terrifying deity capable of slaying gods.
Especially since Empress Chi Yao had only cultivated for a little over eight hundred years. If given more time, she might not be inferior to ancient gods like the Moon God.
Looking at the Blood Drop Sword and the Abyssal Ancient Sword before him, Zhang Ruochen was momentarily stunned. Unconsciously, the image of him and Chi Yao practicing swords together in the past surfaced in his mind.
At the critical moment when the Abyssal Ancient Sword was condensing its Dao Body, the Blood Drop Sword had come to guard it, filling Zhang Ruochen's heart with emotion.
Chi Yao was so ruthless, yet the Blood Drop Sword was so full of affection for the Abyssal Sword. How ironic.
Shaking his head, Zhang Ruochen snapped back to reality. With a flick of his sleeve, the Abyssal Ancient Sword and the Blood Drop Sword both flew up, like a pair of lovers, evolving into a Yin-Yang Taiji Seal.
He had never thought he would have the chance to let the Abyssal Ancient Sword and the Blood Drop Sword jointly execute the Liangyi Sect's strongest dual-sword formation—the Yin-Yang Liangyi Sword Formation.
The Blood Butcher Divine Son's gaze fixed on the Yin-Yang Taiji Seal, and he sneered disdainfully, "No matter how good the swords are, it depends on who wields them. In the Empress's hands, they can slay gods. In your hands, how much power can they unleash? Two swords forged from Creation Divine Iron will soon belong to this Divine Son."
"Obtaining the Empress's war blades excites this Divine Son more than destroying the Sword Grave."
Zhang Ruochen seemed to transform into a Sword God, his aura rising step by step. His gaze was icy as he said, "I'm afraid you won't have the fortune to enjoy them."