Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme

Chapter 1129: Chapter 683: Emperor's Corpse_2

People joined forces, suppressing the Underworld Soldiers; at the forefront, Xu Yang also made his move at this moment, pointing out with a sword that went straight for the Emperor Sword, splitting the darkness with a brilliant radiance, endeavoring to reveal the roots of his adversary.

For more than three thousand years, the Scholar's Palace has established the Tao, and although it could not acquire the merit to save the world and refine the true Nine Rituals Heavenly Sword, it did not hinder Xu Yang from practicing the Xuanyuan Sacred Method. With a sword, it would naturally be best, but even without one, the might of the Holy Tao would not be impaired.

One could only see a ray of brilliance burst forth mightily, breaking into the enemy formation, dispelling boundless darkness.

This was the sword that commanded the Holy Tao to its extremity, the sword that displayed the laws of heaven and earth, the sword that united the hearts of humankind.

One sword, one world; Yin Yang and Five Elements, Nine Forms and Three Talents, all laws and Ten Thousand Dao, all encompassed within it.

Under the radiation of such luminescence, countless Underworld Soldiers could not endure, like frost and snow melting away in an instant under the sun, and the limitless darkness also dissipated, revealing a tall and lean silhouette.

One could only see the outline of the figure, not the face of Lushan, because there was still a piece of darkness, a piece of extreme, chilling, and deadly darkness covering him, and even the radiance of the Holy Sword struggled to dispel it.

Facing the incoming Holy Sword, an unparalleled divine peak, the silhouette did not retreat; instead, it raised its right arm, pointing out with resolution.

"Huff!!!"

As the arm raised and pointed out, the dark flow dissolved, revealing an arm, a withered, greenish-black arm. Under the grey-white robe, there appeared hairlike shadows, as if something was growing inside, emanating a sinister and ominous aura.

Such a demonic hand could still move the Great Dao, the moment it pointed out, heaven and earth were moved, as if Fengdu, the realm of the Governors, descended into the world of the living, merging with the realm of Yang, revealing the Dao and principles, intertwining laws and regulations, leading all Dao towards death, towards the end.

Such a hand, pointing out with resolution, faced the sharp edge of the Holy Sword, clashing in an ultimate confrontation.