Ye Kunlun held the Star River, his sword move 'Myriad Emptiness' slashing towards the colossal black mountain in the sky!
Jingkong clasped his hands together, golden Buddhist light emanating from his body, his pale golden eyes reflecting Ye Kunlun's figure.
At this moment, in his eyes, Ye Kunlun was like a god descended, his sword strike capable of splitting heaven and earth.
He didn't even have time to be overly shocked before the Star River in Ye Kunlun's hand was already unleashed.
As the Star River fully emerged, starlight condensed into an ancient, colossal sword, seemingly from beyond time and space, piercing the firmament and slashing towards the majestic mountain!
Emptiness, appeared once more.
Jingkong felt an unprecedented pressure on his eardrums, his vision instantly blurring!
Concurrently, a terrifying pressure poured down like a galaxy, making his entire body tremble, his surrounding Buddhist light flickering.
The next second, that terrifying pressure gravely wounded him, blood flowing from all seven orifices!
Ye Kunlun fared much better.
His clothes fluttered without wind, and countless fragments of space appeared around him, like a shattered mirror reflecting the sky, revealing countless mountains!
The terrifying pressure also descended upon him, as if to crush his physical body into a patty.
The power within Ye Kunlun circulated frantically, his gaze stern.
At this moment, the power bursting forth from him had already surpassed the peak of the Spirit Nurturing Realm, with half a foot stepping into a higher realm!
Otherwise, facing the shackles of heaven and earth and the power of rules, he would have long ago been crushed into nothingness!
Ye Kunlun gazed at the black mountain, gritting his teeth, vowing to cleave open the mountain hidden deep within the firmament.
Emptiness, had vanished!
Ye Kunlun's second sword strike tore a colossal hole in the firmament, like an endless abyss!
An abyss capable of swallowing the world, emitting a chilling, terrifying aura.
For a moment, a fierce wind raged.
From a single grain of yellow sand, it condensed into two, then three, eventually transforming into a desert storm, which was then swallowed by the abyss.
Ye Kunlun's complexion was slightly pale, but more so, grave.
His best effort with this sword strike still couldn't break the shackles of heaven and earth.
It hadn't even inflicted the slightest damage on the mountain!
"Let's go!"
Ye Kunlun flashed to Jingkong's side, pulling him, and returning to the desert.
And at this moment, the massive desert storm, like a yellow celestial dragon, connected heaven and earth, being swallowed by the abyss!
Jingkong wiped the blood from his face, his slightly dimmed eyes still holding a look of shock.
"Benefactor Ye actually blasted a hole in the firmament!" Jingkong exclaimed with emotion, his tone laced with admiration.
"So what? These two swords of mine failed to break the shackles of heaven and earth!"
Ye Kunlun's tone was filled with deep unwillingness.
"Amitabha!" Jingkong chanted a Buddhist phrase. "Benefactor Ye is fixated on appearances. If the shackles were not broken, why would there be an abyss in the firmament?"
Ye Kunlun was stunned.
"In this humble monk's view, the firmamental abyss is the crack that Benefactor Ye's two swords have inflicted upon the shackles of heaven and earth."
"The cracks exist, and the shackles will eventually be broken!"
Ye Kunlun nodded and replied, "But it's still not enough. I have a third sword here..."
Gazing at the firmamental abyss devouring the yellow sand above, Ye Kunlun's eyes revealed a strong fighting intent.
The third sword was the most powerful strike of the Myriad Ancient Starry Sky Art.
Perhaps, it could truly shatter the shackles of heaven and earth.
However, he was also worried about another matter.
Once the shackles of heaven and earth were removed, the power of misfortune would erupt completely.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Ye Kunlun sensed something, turning his head towards the northwest. He detected a pair of eyes spying on him.
Whoosh—
Without a second thought, Ye Kunlun vanished instantly, pursuing the gaze!
"Amitabha!"
Jingkong chanted a Buddhist phrase and transformed into a beam of Buddhist light, returning to Jingbei Temple.
"The aura of the Wu Clan!"
After tracking, Ye Kunlun's eyes lit up with excitement. The northern border indeed harbored members of the Wu Clan.
The aura was also moving incredibly fast.
In a blink, it covered a thousand miles. Ye Kunlun pursued relentlessly, the two of them, one in front and one behind, having already crossed China and appeared in a foreign land in the northern region!
A moment later, Ye Kunlun entered a world of glaciers.
Endless glaciers, with auroras flickering in the distance, illuminating the glacial world like dazzling glazed pottery.
On the peak of a nearby glacier, a figure stood, sideways, their gaze deep and dark.
Ye Kunlun's aura instantly locked onto the对方, capturing the red mole at the corner of his eye.
"It's you!" Ye Kunlun said coldly. The man in the distance was the Wu Clan member he was looking for.
Ten years ago, he had appeared at Wuxiang Palace, seen Zhou Lie, and gone to the East Sea War Department. His family of four being hunted down ten years ago was most closely related to this man!
"I didn't expect you to survive," the man, still facing away from Ye Kunlun, said calmly.
"What surprised me even more is how strong your cultivation is. Heh, as expected of a legendary bloodline, truly the greatest variable."
The man chuckled as he spoke.
"Who are you? Was it you who sent people to hunt down my family of four ten years ago?"
Ye Kunlun stared coldly at the other party, his killing intent unconcealed.
He had to get to the bottom of what happened back then!
"Does it even matter?" The man maintained a calm tone. "Didn't you survive?"
Ye Kunlun snorted coldly, flashed in front of the man, and unleashed a punch.
"Since you don't want to say, I'll take it myself!"
"What? Don't you want to know about your sister?"
Just as Ye Kunlun's fist was about to hit the other party, the man spoke again, turning his head and looking at Ye Kunlun with a smile.
Ye Kunlun's strength instantly dissipated, and he stared coldly at the other party, "You're threatening me!"
"So what?" The man showed no fear of Ye Kunlun, a faint smile on his harmless face.
"If you kill me, I guarantee you'll never see your sister again."
The man spoke again.
Ye Kunlun withdrew his killing intent, snorted coldly, "Speak, what is your purpose in luring me here?"
Ye Kunlun had already guessed that the other party had deliberately led him here.
"You can call me Wang." Wang's eyes held no hostility. "My purpose is simple, do not obstruct the power of misfortune."
"Impossible!"
Ye Kunlun frowned, glaring at the other party. "At least until I find another way, I won't let the power of misfortune erupt completely."
Wang seemed to have anticipated Ye Kunlun's response, chuckling lightly. "The power of misfortune is a key. Even if your power can touch the shackles of heaven and earth and the rules, without this key, you cannot unlock it!"
Ye Kunlun remained silent.
"You've already tried," Wang continued. "I believe that's not the limit of your power. If you don't believe me, you can try again."
"And—"
Wang deliberately lengthened his tone, "Aren't you looking for a way to resolve the Dragon Vein curse?"
"You know?" Ye Kunlun's eyes shot out a cold glint. He hadn't expected him to know Long Qi's secret!
Long Qi was the Empress of China, her identity extremely special.
If this matter were to spread, it would surely cause upheaval!
Wang ignored the cold glint in Ye Kunlun's eyes and replied with a smile, "If you want to resolve the Dragon Vein curse, releasing the power of misfortune is the prerequisite!"