Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

"Bring it on!"

Wen Qingye’s long hair fluttered in the wind. He stood like a sword—an unsheathed blade, proud and peerless, radiating an infinite will to fight.

Two beams of blue light shot from the black-clothed woman’s eyes. Countless streams of blue Primordial Qi surged around her, undulating up and down as if to envelop Wen Qingye completely.

BOOM!

It was the same move as before, but its power was vastly different now. Shrouded in immense Primordial Qi, it carried an unusually potent aura and an even fiercer might.

Wen Qingye severed the surrounding streams of Primordial Qi with a single slash, but they reconnected almost instantly. For every stream he cut, even more would swarm toward him, endless and incessant.

At that moment, the black-clothed woman was nearly upon him. This time, her assault had fully formed, the ceaseless Primordial Qi crashing down like a tidal wave.

SHUSH! SHUSH! SHUSH!

Left with no choice, Wen Qingye raised his arms and lifted his sword. A golden light spread out as he met the attack head-on.

BANG!

An astonishing force slammed into his arms. His entire body was sent flying, crashing violently against the stone wall behind him.

Wen Qingye slowly got to his feet. Despite having cultivated the Five Elements Body Refining Technique, he was still badly injured. What’s more, the Primordial Qi in his body was almost depleted; he was running on fumes.

Seeing Wen Qingye take out a pill, the black-clothed woman shook her head and sneered, "Still trying to put up a desperate struggle? I’ll shatter that hope of yours."

As she spoke, she walked slowly toward Wen Qingye. With each step, the surrounding streams of Primordial Qi seemed to grow more violent and turbulent.

’I have to kill her within two moves! Otherwise, I won’t get another chance,’ Wen Qingye thought, watching the woman advance through the currents of energy.

An instant later, Wen Qingye shot up from the ground. The sword in his hand blazed with a brilliant light, seemingly trailed by thousands of phantasmal sword images.

"Second Form of the Sword Emperor Technique! Massacre!"

Wen Qingye’s arm trembled. The One Thought Sword hummed, and countless rays of light danced in the air, transforming into a torrent of Sword Auras that rushed toward the black-clothed woman.

"Hmph. Break for me!" the black-clothed woman snapped. The streams of Primordial Qi around her surged forward to meet Wen Qingye’s myriad, hazy Sword Auras.

HISSSSSS!

In the next moment, the surging Primordial Qi bloomed like a splash of water and vanished into thin air. Wen Qingye’s Sword Qi also disappeared without a trace.

But just as everything vanished, the woman found a sheet of golden light flashing before her eyes. In that instant, she seemed to lose all her senses, completely overwhelmed by the golden radiance.

"Fourth Form of the Sword Emperor Technique! Death to Those Who Oppose Me!"

As the Primordial Qi streams scattered, Wen Qingye seized the moment her defenses were at their weakest and unleashed his strongest strike. A boundless golden Sword Aura swept out, crossing everything in its path.

Where the sword passed, space itself roiled, and dense ripples spread outward.

In the nick of time, the black-clothed woman reacted. Gritting her teeth, she thrust out her palms, which began to glow with blue light, forming a vortex that frantically drew in the surrounding Primordial Qi.

"Go!"

Having seemingly absorbed enough energy, the blue Primordial Qi vortex shot madly toward Wen Qingye’s Sword Aura.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The Primordial Qi vibrated violently, as if intending to shatter everything. The scene was lost in the explosion, making it impossible to discern what was happening inside.

Large chunks of rock rained down from the hall’s ceiling, and swirling dust obscured the figures of the two combatants.

「Sometime later.」 The dust settled, and everything became clear again.

"Cough... cough..." Wen Qingye slowly walked out from the haze. His clothes were stained with blood, as was his sword. However, the One Thought Sword now pulsed with a captivating light.

The Spirit-Devouring Stone had worked its magic once more. The One Thought Sword had absorbed the Essence of the Green Corpse and the black-clothed woman, and had now broken through to the High-Level King Grade.

Wen Qingye turned back, looking at the tattered black clothes on the ground, and chuckled. "If I hadn’t found your weakness at the last moment, I might not have been your match."

With that, he looked toward the emerald Spirit Wood Juice in the distance, a hint of joy in his eyes.

Although Wen Qingye was heavily injured, he knew that with the Spirit Wood Juice, his wounds would heal quickly. Moreover, his Five Elements Body Refining Technique could also achieve another breakthrough.

If not for the Five Elements Body Refining Technique, Wen Qingye would have been obliterated, with not even ashes left behind.

Wen Qingye slowly walked to the edge of the pool of Spirit Wood Juice. With a leap, he jumped in and sat cross-legged in the very center.

The moment he entered, a surging wave of Life Essence Qi rushed into his body, washing away his fatigue and repairing his internal injuries.

Wen Qingye immediately began to circulate his Five Elements Body Refining Technique. The Spirit Wood Juice was a Wood Attribute Heavenly and Earthly Treasure, perfect for helping him break through from the Third Layer of the technique to the Fourth Layer.

Pure Primordial Qi slowly seeped into Wen Qingye’s body. At first, he felt a refreshing coolness, but as time went on, a sharp pain began to set in.

It felt as if countless needles were piercing his skin. The agony was something an ordinary person could never endure.

Slowly, trickles of blood began to seep from Wen Qingye’s pores. Inside his body, green threads proliferated like a dense spiderweb.

The surrounding Spirit Wood Juice began to surge madly toward Wen Qingye, but its color grew darker and darker.

In a short while, the entire pool of Spirit Wood Juice had turned a bluish-green.

Meanwhile, the countless streams of azure energy within Wen Qingye’s body converged, then frantically rushed through all his meridians, even reaching some of the most subtle and obscure acupoints.

WHOOSH!

Suddenly, the surrounding Spirit Wood Juice erupted with a roar. Green droplets flew into the air before gently falling back down.

It was like a light drizzle, delicate and beautiful.

The azure energy currents continuously scoured and surged through Wen Qingye’s body, slowly seeping into every corner. The entire pool of Spirit Wood Juice constantly supplied the enormous amount of energy required for this process.

Each surge of green energy brought an unimaginable wave of pain. Wen Qingye’s brows remained tightly knitted, a clear sign of the immense agony he was enduring.

Time flowed on. In the blink of an eye, half an incense stick’s worth of time had passed. The color of the Spirit Wood Juice changed once more; the emerald liquid slowly turned colorless, becoming crystal clear.

At that moment, as the water cleared, something on the left side of the pool became visible, plunged deep into the basin.

Only when the very last wisp of energy had entered his body did Wen Qingye stop absorbing it, as if he had finally reached saturation.

SHING!

Wen Qingye’s eyes snapped open. Not only were all his injuries completely healed, but his Five Elements Body Refining Technique had also reached the Fourth Layer.

"What’s that?" Wen Qingye slowly stood up, his gaze fixed on the object stuck in the pool.

He slowly walked over and took a closer look. It was a sword hilt.

HUMMM!

As the sword was pulled free, it let out a sharp hum that stirred the soul.

CLANG!

"A Soft Sword?" Wen Qingye looked with delight at the flexible blade in his hand, which emanated an azure glow.

Its Sword Grade was roughly Mid-Level Emperor Grade, several tiers higher than his One Thought Sword. However, the One Thought Sword had room to grow, so it wasn’t necessarily inferior to this new blade.

Wen Qingye gave it a few practice swings. It was as fast as the wind, as swift as lightning—light and agile, leaving faint ripples in the air.

The way of the Soft Sword was to lead the body with intent, the form with the body, and the sword with the form. It was unpredictable and ethereal, winning through nimble grace. It could even be considered a hidden weapon among swords.

"Still Water! The Still Water Sword! A fine name," Wen Qingye murmured, looking at the two words engraved on the sword body.

Wen Qingye wrapped the Soft Sword around his waist, then put away his One Thought Sword before slowly climbing out of the pool.

His clothes were tattered and stained with blood, so he had no choice but to take a new set from his Sumeru Ring and change.

After changing, Wen Qingye’s eyes turned to the corridor on the right. A thought stirred in his mind. ’I wonder where this leads?’

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