A thousand zhang underground, the molten lava rolled and roared with intense heat, even in the Divinity Realm, it was difficult to linger here for long.

Yet, two figures treated this Fiery Flame Hell as if it were nothing, rapidly traversing it, advancing toward their target.

One, with white hair and clad in white clothing, held a demon sword as red as a scorpion, with metallic blood vessels extending from the demon sword's hilt, entwining the hand that wielded it, constantly absorbing blood vitality.

The other seemed like a green jade youth, yet the brow carried endless vicissitudes. The first Divine Sword of the era in his hand emanated an aura that parted the lava, and with the sword's intrinsic power, he could slay Divinity Realm beings, and the young swordsman's edge surpassed even the Divine Sword's.

"Sword God!"

"Daoist Master!"

As they met, exchanging glances, knife light and sword shadow suddenly appeared, indescribably dazzling and perilous.

"Daoist Master Qing Yu of the Zhenwu Sect, I long knew you were no simple man, but I didn't expect you to be this extraordinary." The Sword God looked at Qing Yu, with rare astonishment in his eyes.

When the Sword God initially broke free from his seal, Qing Yu and the Demon Lord had fought him in a battle. Yet at that time, the Sword God was in a weakened state right after breaking the seal, even after seizing the essence of 'Demon Shadow' Bai Yan, he couldn't return to his peak.

But even so, that Sword God battled on par with the Demon Lord and Qing Yu, not at a disadvantage. Now, the Sword God, compared to his past peak, had an extra level of Heavenly Talent.

"This time, why don't you hide your face anymore?" the Sword God said.

"In front of the Sword God, this poor Daoist dares not be negligent." Qing Yu replied.

The last time he battled the Sword God, Qing Yu used Blood Vault to cover his form, not letting his identity be known. But now, the "Primordial Treasure" had long been exposed, and if he didn't use it, Qing Yu would lose his strongest means.

Facing the Sword God while hiding would likely be courting death.

So this time, Qing Yu didn't put on a disguise as before, but straightforwardly revealed his true form.

In fact, at this moment in East Province, Qing Yu's other body, Ren Piaomiao, also sat in isolation, transmitting skills remotely, allowing this body to engage the Sword God in its prime state.

Except for a slight effect on blood essence and recovery, Qing Yu's current combat power wasn't much different from when the two bodies were united.

And this impact was smoothed over by Blood Vault.

"Boom——"

Underneath the white clothes emerged a sky-covering wave of blood, the blood-red color completely overshadowing the endless crimson of the subterranean magma.

The wave of blood surged upward, then abruptly vanished as if the previous overwhelming tide had all rushed into the void.

But Qing Yu's momentum didn't show the slightest weakening, instead harmonizing with the light above and below, divine fusion into the void, majestic as the heavens.

Though a thousand zhang underground, the Sword God seemed to face the Firmament, high and deep.

This was the ultimate realm of Blood Vault, divine fusion with the void, body encompassing the sky.

"Heaven?" The Sword God smiled, "My sword is named 'Heavenly Talent'. "

"Then let's see if you can divide this heaven." Qing Yu raised the Doomsday Myth, the blood on the demon sword becoming more striking.

Only now did the Sword God focus on the demon sword that absorbed Tribulation Qi, but only glanced at it.

Because, though the demon sword was strong, it also depended on whose hand it was in. The Sword God's initial intent was to destroy the demon sword that absorbed Tribulation Qi, but upon seeing Qing Yu, he knew the real enemy was Qing Yu, not the sword.

The weapon is strong, but the wielder stronger, otherwise one couldn't control this demon weapon. If the Sword God kept focusing on the sword, it would lower himself to the weapon's level.

That would be too low.

"Swoosh——"

Suddenly, the moment the blood-red blade energy and the bright white sword qi collided, they mutually annihilated, and in the next moment, both figures vanished.

"Clang——"

Knife and sword clashed, the sparks from the instant collision tore a gap in the surrounding magma. And this was just an ordinary attack.

Their forms shifted unpredictably, even within the magma, they moved as if on flat ground, their speed unaffected.

"Soul-Sinking Sword Dao."

The sword took dangerous forms, the sword qi changed myriadly.

"Furious Thunder Ripping Heaven and Earth."

The Doomsday Myth was enveloped with blood-colored Thunder Light, and in an instant, a thousand blades merged into one, concentrated and focused, the sword force unstoppable.

Simplicity breaking complexity, this was a clash of supreme simplicity and complexity.

"Clang clang clang······"

The Soul-Sinking Sword Energy was successively broken under this slash, but the sword momentum didn't stop, the Heavenly Talent manifested countless sword shadows, the sword qi seemed endless.

Even more astonishing, the Doomsday Myth kept advancing, Qing Yu and the Sword God's forms unmoved, yet the blade seemed never reaching the Sword God.

Pure swordsmanship, the Sword God had reached an impassable limit. Qing Yu's blade kept pushing, but in truth, the Sword Force was dissipated by the sword qi, seemingly advancing yet never truly moving forward.

The thousand blades that merged into one were re-segmented into thousand blades and broken one by one.

Truly, the Soul-Sinking Sword Dao was the masterpiece culmination of the Sword God's swordsmanship life.

But······

The Doomsday Myth suddenly erupted in blood light, the sword force reached an extreme, and an absorbing power emerged on the blade, seizing the sword qi, merging the sword force, severing the Soul-Sinking Sword Dao.

"Clang—"

The sword and blade clashed face to face, Heavenly Talent and Doomsday Myth, Sword God and Qing Yu, eyes met, an explosive burst of extreme Qi Force.

"Boom—"

Magma boiled, surging incessantly, even the crust trembled as a result. The ground within a few hundred miles where the two stood shook unceasingly, as if an earthquake had arrived.

Doomsday Myth intensified the extraction of blood, the blood of the Saint and Demonic Primordial Blood constantly transforming into energy for the Demon Sword, while the Blood Vault continuously replenished Qing Yu's strength.

The extremity of Blood Vault, as long as the Primordial Energy remains, the blood and Qi continue. No matter how fiercely Doomsday Myth extracts blood, Qing Yu can immediately replenish it.

"Saint and Demon Unity·Mad Evil Sky Flipping."

The power of the Blood Vault is sacred, Doomsday Myth is demonic, Qing Yu's body embodies both saint and demon, strength, body, and tool, perfectly coordinated under Qing Yu's control, unleashing the ultimate Sword Force.

"Boom—"

Blood light filled the surroundings, magma ceased, only blood-red light remained, bringing an ultimate ominousness similar to hellish colors.

Mad Evil Sky Flipping, chaos above and below, disordered space.

The Sixth Tribulation of the Evil King's Ten Tribulations, displayed by Qing Yu now, was unprecedentedly powerful.

However, even facing this situation, the Sword God still swung his sword on his own.

"Heavenly Punishment Sword Path."

A single strike cut across, annihilating all. As Heavenly Talent sliced through, the domain of Mad Evil Sky Flipping was surprisingly split open by a single sword. The blood-red hell was bisected.

The battle was still unfinished, Qing Yu and the Sword God had not yet reached their limit.

························

"Kill!"

On the East Sea Coast, the battle grew increasingly intense.

After drawing out the Great Freedom Sky Demon Energy, Oda Nobunaga, besides his dominance, exhibited countless strange changes. The Great Freedom Demon Phase and the phantom of Orochi united, as if the Dragon Vein Demon Beast that once ravaged Japan had reappeared, the rampant momentum forced the flame giant form of Jiang Haogang to retreat repeatedly.

Seeing Jiang Haogang retreat, the morale of the Japanese army soared, countless Japanese samurai, shouting "Jewel Fragmentation," fought recklessly, exchanging injuries for injuries, lives for lives as if it were commonplace, their frenzy almost rivaling those brainwashed death soldiers of the Azure Dragon Association.

"It's truly insane!"

Lin Zixiao watched this battle, unable to help but express awe at the Japanese samurai's madness.

Regarding loyalty, in truth, the various Dynasties of the Central Plains lack no soldiers brave enough for sacrifice. But in terms of madness, neither the Central Plains nor the Southern Border's armies could match Japan.

Only the new emerging Desire Realm and Azure Dragon Association in the Western Regions could produce individuals even crazier than the Japanese samurai.

"Yang Tian, Cangtian, could you two······"

Jiang Muyun hurriedly arrived, wishing to enlist two formidable reinforcements to support Jiang Haogang. But before she could finish speaking, she noticed that Ren Piaomiao, who was supposed to be there, had disappeared, turning her puzzled gaze to Lin Zixiao.

"Don't look at this poor Daoist, this poor Daoist also doesn't know where he went," Lin Zixiao said with a wry smile.

Although he was also mixing in with Northern Zhou and had some acquaintance with Ren Piaomiao, how to put it, Ren Piaomiao has always been mysterious.

A while ago, he was in a wheelchair every day, and suddenly he recovered. Moreover, there's always a terrifying Sword Qi in the Sealing Sword Tower of Piaomiao Sword Palace, generally, except for swordsmen, others are reluctant to approach Piaomiao Sword Palace.

So yesterday, when Ren Piaomiao disappeared without any forewarning, Lin Zixiao was not surprised at all.

"Then please, Yang Tian, lend your hand, to assist my husband," Jiang Muyun earnestly requested.

The strongest from Japan had yet to appear; over at Yanhuang Ridge, they truly couldn't afford to be careless. So, only the reinforcements could be sent in.

Though Jiang Muyun didn't expect their biggest strength, Ren Piaomiao, would mysteriously disappear. Why did he disappear? Did he discover something?

'The East Sea Coast battlefield was handed to Xuantian, and Jun Heaven was tasked to oversee the conflict between Southern Border and Daqian. Now Xuantian is nowhere to be found, and Cangtian has vanished······'

In Jiang Muyun's heart appeared a deep shadow.

"Let this poor Daoist contribute a small measure of effort first. Zhu Tian, if you find Cangtian, please take him to the battlefield as well."

Lin Zixiao turned into a flash of lightning and rushed to the East Sea battlefield.

Jiang Muyun silently nodded, sternly instructing the trusted officers beside her: "At all costs, find Ren Piaomiao's whereabouts and invite him to support the East Sea Coast."

"Yes."

The trusted officers hurriedly went off to arrange for manpower, determined to find Ren Piaomiao's tracks.

"Boom—"

A tremendous explosion echoed from a distance at this moment, the momentum of Shenxiao Dao's Thunder Skill being unleashed. As the Shenxiao Taoist, Lin Zixiao's Thunder Skill was supremely outstanding, it was thought that his participation could stabilize the situation on the East Sea battlefield.

"Hope nothing unexpected occurs."

Jiang Muyun gazed at the violent thunder continuously erupting in the distant sky and murmured to herself.

A day passed, and it was six days until the anticipated date of Japan's retreat.

Endure these six days, and Japan would retreat due to exhaustion. But this premise was that Japan only had these present forces.

The strongest hidden in the shadows of Japan still drew an enormous amount of power.

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