The Cang Dragon Seventh Transformation was executed directly, and at this moment, Xu Zimei’s momentum was soaring.
Behind him, the cyan and yellow Cang Dragon seemed to come to life, roaring towards the firmament.
The moment the Cang Dragon opened its eyes, the aura around Xu Zimei expanded several times over.
"Annihilation Void," he called out softly.
The Tyrant Shadow cleaved downward, with boundless Qi of Annihilation coiling around the blade.
The space all around crumbled apart.
This strike descended with the might to destroy heaven and earth.
The headless corpse paid it no heed, swinging the Long River Sword in hand to directly confront Xu Zimei’s blow.
The moment the Long River Sword was swung, there was a faint sound of surging water, tumultuous and roaring.
Heaven and earth seemed to be separated by a swath of azure blue.
A loud boom of an explosion rang out.
The sword and blade were now separated, the headless corpse standing in its place, completely still.
Meanwhile, Xu Zimei retreated several steps, his hand holding the Tyrant Shadow had turned somewhat numb.
He clenched his fist, let out a light chuckle, and said, "Still not enough, huh!"
"Insect, die," the headless corpse didn’t give Xu Zimei the chance to catch his breath, as it lifted its sword and charged toward him once again.
"Azure Cloud Eighth Transformation."
Xu Zimei took in a deep breath, and at this moment, he tread upon the sky.
The spiritual energy beneath his feet turned into a deep cyan color.
With each step he took in the air, strands of cyan spiritual energy followed, leaving trails in the sky.
It was as if someone used an ink-loaded brush to write several characters in mid-air.
Within this cyan spiritual energy was a unique Taoist charm spreading throughout.
As more and more cyan spiritual energy gathered in mid-air, Xu Zimei’s aura also steadily increased.
The shadow of the Cang Dragon behind him began to slowly dissipate.
In its place, a series of steps condensed from cyan spiritual energy began to form.
These cyan stone steps extended upwards, heading higher and higher.
The end of the steps vanished into the void, invisible to the naked eye.
It was like climbing a staircase to heaven.
Disappearing into the horizon, with no visible end.
At the pinnacle of the steps, streams of Taoist charm ceaselessly flowed toward Xu Zimei.
At this moment, Xu Zimei’s momentum had reached a critical point.
With a boom,
a mushroom cloud unfolded around Xu Zimei,
immense power surged across the firmament.
Seeing the Long River Sword approaching head-on, Xu Zimei let out a hearty laugh.
"Well met."
He mustered all his strength to bring down the Tyrant Shadow in his hand.
This time, Annihilation Void was unlike the previous instances.
The moment Tyrant Shadow fell, the void for dozens of miles around exploded.
The headless corpse managed only a momentary resistance before it was obliterated amidst the endless Blade Intent.
The momentum of the Tyrant Shadow unabated, it heavily cleaved into the ground.
The earth within dozens of miles cracked open with countless fissures, and a bottomless pit appeared before Xu Zimei.
...
Xu Zimei looked around and found that the headless corpse had been reduced to ashes.
Not even its remaining body was left.
However, at the moment the headless corpse fell, it seemed like something had fallen from its body.
Xu Zimei looked around and was drawn to a broken sword tip.
This sword tip was only the size of a thumb, swirling with streams of dark energy.
Now holding the sword tip in his hand, with just a light stroke, a cut appeared on his palm.
"A fragment of the True Divine Sword," Xu Zimei said with narrowed eyes, speaking softly.
"Qing Ling, why didn’t you warn me just now," Xu Zimei took out the shard of the True Divine Sword from within his body and inquired.
This Qing Ling had previously been rescued by him from the dark corners.
The entity had also promised him that it would help him gather the pieces of the True Divine Sword within three years.
...
"Young Master, I did not sense it just now,"
Qing Ling hurriedly explained, "The dark energy on it shielded my senses."
Xu Zimei looked at the dark qi swirling around the sword tip.
After ensuring that Qing Ling hadn’t lied, he nodded.
He then put away the sword tip along with the Long River Sword.
Xu Zimei looked up into the distance, the gloomy rain in the sky had not stopped but instead was getting heavier.
It had the momentum of a bucketing downpour.
"The Divine Child of the Long River Divine Sect must be one of the Talented Disciples who was defeated by the Great Emperor of the Three Blades," Zimo murmured.
The area affected by the recent battle was too wide, the movements too grand.
Xu Zimei had not managed to leave when he saw a figure walking on air approaching from afar.
It was a young man in white robes.
The youth’s white hair was quite striking.
His long hair was tied up at the back of his head with a hair clasp, and the most eye-catching feature was his pair of white eyebrows.
His eyes faintly radiated a valiant air, and at his waist hung a purple sword that glittered like stars.
As the youth approached through the air, the aura of someone who had just entered the Emperor Pulse Realm echoed around him.
"Talented Disciples, fully on par with those true Talented Disciples of the Central Continent," Xu Zimei thought to himself as he watched the newcomer.
As the white-browed youth slowly descended, they exchanged glances, both somewhat silent.
"I am the present Saint Heir of the Taiyuan Holy Sect; you may address me by my Way of Inquiry, Primordial," the white-browed youth kindly introduced himself.
"Xu Zimei," Xu Zimei nodded slightly in response.
"It seems the battle has just ended," Primordial said with a smile.
"Did you encounter anything, Brother Primordial?" Xu Zimei asked, nodding.
"Just some demons and monsters," replied Primordial with a chuckle.
"Since Brother Xu has already taken care of it, I won’t stick my nose in.
Farewell."
Watching the receding figure of Primordial, Xu Zimei slightly furrowed his brows.
This person’s aptitude was definitely among the top in the Eastern Continent.
And he was profoundly shrewd; it looked like he would be quite the character in the future.
...…
After parting with Primordial, Ximo headed straight north.
He had no intention of changing direction; after all, his purpose in coming to Annihilation Ridge was for the Hell Turbid Qi.
Anything else was an unexpected gain.
The fragment of the True Divine Sword was something Xu Zimei had not anticipated.
Having left the plains behind, to Xu Zimei’s surprise, the place adjoining the plains was a desert.
An uninhabited desert where not a blade of grass grew.
The rain was getting heavier, falling down.
Strangely, the sand beneath his feet was very dry.
He walked in the desert for a while, often assailed by chilling winds.
The temperature felt rather cold.
"Saint Heir Xu."
A startled exclamation suddenly rang out beside him.
Xu Zimei turned to look, only to see a huge stone next to him.
This stone had been hollowed out beneath, and three people were hidden inside.
He had not noticed them before.
"Who are you?" Xu Zimei asked.
He did not recognize these three individuals.
"Don’t talk; quickly hide," urged a youth in a yellow robe.
Xu Zimei walked over to the shelter under the giant stone, puzzled.
Just then, a loud bang sounded not far away,
followed by a few people’s screams.
The screams were chilling to the bone, causing an eerie feeling.
Xu Zimei poked his head out to look into the distance, saw a dried-up corpse nearby grasping two disciples.
One disciple was killed with a broken neck.
The other disciple had his neck directly bitten through.