Uninteresting!

Uninteresting!

Uninteresting!

Uninteresting!

Ye Chuxiao's blade moved faster and faster. With each raise and fall, the short, sword-wielding figures were easily cut down in large numbers, like weeds.

However, he found himself increasingly unmotivated. The domain that had seemed ready to spread across the blade began to retract.

The 'knowledge' he had forgotten while enjoying the stimulation and self-oblivion of battle reoccupied the high ground of reason.

The more rational, the more helpless.

The more intelligent, the more clumsy.

The truth of the Intent Realm was laid bare before Ye Chuxiao.

But precisely because of this, he lost that spirit of courageous advancement.

It was like a beautiful woman. At first sight of her delicate face, half-hidden behind a pipa, you would try every possible way to please her, get close to her, conquer her, and possess her. This would generate a great deal of excitement and passion, spurring creativity, imagination, and a fighting spirit to achieve that goal.

But if you had already seen all the 'truth' of this beauty, even knowing how she picked her nose, went to the toilet, and scratched her feet, it would be difficult to feel any more impulse, even if she was still beautiful and captivating, still yearned for by the masses.

The Intent Realm was like such a beauty, whom Ye Chuxiao had already seen through.

He had not yet attained it, but he already felt a slight contempt.

This mentality could not be eliminated, only forgotten.

With a flick of his sleeve, a large number of paper talismans folded into small figures flew out from Ye Chuxiao's sleeve.

They landed on the ground, rolled, and transformed into three-inch-tall figures. Though small, they possessed an imposing aura. Some held weapons, while others wielded staffs, casting spells from afar.

In a short time, they formed a strict formation suitable for both close and long-range combat.

They replaced Ye Chuxiao, engaging in a fierce battle with the black shadow figures that constantly harassed him.

Although these paper talisman figures were far fewer in number than the black shadow figures, their individual strength was much higher.

Even if they were mutually consumed, it would take a long time.

Freeing his hands, Ye Chuxiao began to search for flaws in this talisman array space.

"To have a hearty, uninhibited battle that pushes me to the limit, I can't remain in this restricted situation."

"I need to turn the tables!" Ye Chuxiao looked at the space, which was almost completely black. He cut his fingertip and sprinkled a drop of bright red blood into the ink-like painting.

Then, that point of red blossomed like a flower.

After a few breaths, the blood-colored bloom, like a flame, ignited more than half of his vision.

The colors within the space became richer, and richness meant more flaws.

Ye Chuxiao accurately seized a wisp of opportunity, cutting into the flaws in the painting with his blade, splitting a small loophole in the formation.

Outside the painting, Huang Zhentu, seeing Ye Chuxiao staining the painting with blood, disrupting the original pure black color, hurriedly waved his hand, layering two new array diagrams on top, like patching a hole, trapping Ye Chuxiao's struggles within layers of nets.

With layers of array diagrams overlapping, it seemed foolproof.

Huang Zhentu, who had invested heavily, looked at the increasingly tight and rigorous layered array diagrams and finally felt satisfied.

"You want to break the formation?"

"Stop daydreaming!"

"Just be submerged in the array like this!" Huang Zhentu said coldly to Ye Chuxiao from across the array diagram.

He seemed eager to show his strength and confidence.

But Ye Chuxiao was not disappointed. Instead, he hooked his blade and pulled hard.

With a crash, the two layered array diagrams were partially poured into the bottom black array diagram under Ye Chuxiao's traction.

The partial overlap of the three array diagram elements made the changes within the array diagram even more complex.

Ice shards, wind, thunder, poison fire... layers of killing intent rose and fell one after another.

In an instant, the array seemed to fall into endless danger.

There was almost no regularity to be found. Every step required caution against the sudden outbreak of extremely powerful killing intent.

But Ye Chuxiao revealed a happy smile.

"Crap! I fell for his trick!" A trace of panic flashed in Huang Zhentu's eyes.

He was startled by Ye Chuxiao's previous actions, forgetting that he was an Intent Realm cultivator.

And Ye Chuxiao was only a Wisdom Realm.

No matter how strong this Wisdom Realm was, there was a natural gap in realm; this was a fact.

Strength and weakness cannot be completely distinguished by realm, but the existence of realm was originally not used to measure the strength of conquest, but to mark the stage of cultivation.

Huang Zhentu was a leading master of arrays and diagrams in the world. Ye Chuxiao had no chance of forcibly breaking the formation.

Even if he briefly disrupted the picture with blood, creating a wisp of opportunity for a counterattack, he could not expand the results and escape from this array diagram.

Only the array diagrams that Huang Zhentu created himself could truly interfere with each other.

The balance had been broken. Ye Chuxiao held Duanmu Lin's hand, wielding his blade with one hand, drifting with the tide.

Every time the blade fell, he and Duanmu Lin rose several zhang.

By the seventh swing, the layered images had shattered before Ye Chuxiao.

A starry sky overhead enveloped and crashed down, but Ye Chuxiao avoided it with a遁术 (dunshu, escape technique).

Huang Zhentu intended to repeat his old trick, using the formation to trap Ye Chuxiao again.

But Ye Chuxiao would not fall for it again.

With a flash of遁光 (dunguāng, escape light), Ye Chuxiao finally saw the figures standing outside the array diagram.

Huang Zhentu appeared to be an honest-looking middle-aged man. There was also an Intent Realm cultivator with a long beard holding a talisman brush and an Intent Realm cultivator holding a short axe, guarding Huang Zhentu's left and right sides, respectively.

Behind the three Intent Realm cultivators were more than a dozen Wisdom Realm cultivators, each holding a magical treasure, activating its spiritual light, and looking unkindly at Ye Chuxiao and Duanmu Lin.

Then, they simultaneously attacked, surging all kinds of attacks towards Ye Chuxiao and Duanmu Lin.

Ye Chuxiao gently released Duanmu Lin's hand.

"I'll leave those small fry to you!" Ye Chuxiao said, pointing to the Wisdom Realm cultivators.

Duanmu Lin nodded. Aurora, like a corona, spread around her.

At the same time, Ye Chuxiao jumped, flashed, and swung his blade!

The sound of tearing was like an explosion in everyone's ears.

When they came back to their senses, they saw Huang Zhentu's body broken in two.

"Dead... he's dead?" People stared blankly at Huang Zhentu's corpse, which had already begun to turn gray.

Huang Zhentu had clearly suffered an attack targeting all vitality before his death.

As a result, after being cut in two, there was no other possibility.

Annihilation was the only inevitable outcome.

Ye Chuxiao stood on Huang Zhentu's corpse, holding his blade with both hands, panting heavily.

On his chest were two deep图印 (túyìn, diagram seals), and intense pain was tearing at Ye Chuxiao's body.

It was as if some strange power was ready to erupt from Ye Chuxiao's body at any moment, blasting him to pieces.

But all of this was swallowed, digested, and gradually suppressed by Ye Chuxiao.

Killing Huang Zhentu with one powerful blow did not come without a price for Ye Chuxiao.

But the result was worth it!

Only by solving Huang Zhentu could Ye Chuxiao recklessly go all out.

Bang!

The Intent Realm cultivator holding a short axe, who had been guarding Huang Zhentu's side, was completely enraged.

His responsibility was to protect Huang Zhentu, but in that instant, he was deceived by Ye Chuxiao's blade light, missing the best defensive opportunity, causing Huang Zhentu to die on the spot.

Huang Zhentu's death saddened him, but Ye Chuxiao's mockery made him even more furious.

Crazy flames burned on his body.

The Intent Realm cultivator holding the short axe moved as if he had activated an accelerator.

He rapidly slashed at Ye Chuxiao with an axe.

This axe naturally contained extremely powerful domain power.

So Ye Chuxiao could only block and fight, but could not avoid it.

At the same time, the talisman dao Intent Realm cultivator on the other side also attacked.

He drew符 (fú, talismans) in the air, and powerful and sinister curses surrounded Ye Chuxiao, gnawing at the protective barrier he had erected like poisonous insects.

Strange and sharp sounds, along with this gnawing, poured into Ye Chuxiao's mind.

His spirit was greatly stimulated. Even with Ye Chuxiao's soul strength, he felt as if his three souls and seven spirits were about to scatter.

At this moment, the axe in his eyes was constantly approaching and magnifying.

It was like a giant peak collapsing, a pillar of heaven falling.

Then his vision blurred again.

The axe, the light, the phantoms in his eyes, all disappeared without a trace, as if there had never been an opponent.

It was all just a temporary delusion.

Relying on instinct, Ye Chuxiao did not hesitate at all, drawing his blade and attacking, using offense against offense, using weapons against weapons.

If his eyes were no longer trustworthy, then he would trust his instincts, trust the skills he had accumulated through thousands of refinements.

Between the collision of blade and axe, it was as if infinite streamers bloomed.

The surrounding gazes were shocked by the beauty of this moment.

In an instant, all sounds disappeared.

The wind stopped at this moment, and the light shattered even more completely at this moment.

Even time was as awkward as the embrace of the newly rising sun.

Boom!

An explosion was heard.

The Yuanyang Treasure Blade in Ye Chuxiao's hand vibrated wildly.

Cracks spread across the blade.

Ye Chuxiao's Yuanyang Treasure Blade once again turned into pure yang energy and returned to his body.

He was briefly plunged into the awkwardness of having no blade to use.

But corresponding to this, the Intent Realm cultivator holding the short axe on the opposite side had his axe knocked away by Ye Chuxiao's blade, and half of his head was cut open at the same time.

Blood flowed freely on his face.

Although it did not threaten his life, the shame and anger of being slashed in the head by a cultivator who was a major realm lower made him even more embarrassed and furious.

Ye Chuxiao stacked nearly one hundred and fifty layers of Denglou, and had extremely rich accumulation. His short-range, short-term explosive power surpassed even Intent Realm cultivators.

If he held a divine weapon in his hand, then this blade would not only have cut his head.

Instead, it should have directly split the opponent in half, and then harvested the life of another Intent Realm cultivator.

In the end, the Yuanyang Treasure Blade did not quickly and completely keep up with Ye Chuxiao's growth.

Ye Chuxiao, who had lost his handy treasure blade, was like a tiger without claws.

His domain was condensed on the blade, although this blade did not specifically refer to the blade of the Yuanyang Treasure Blade.

However, only the Yuanyang Treasure Blade could withstand his blade domain.

As for those elderly Intent Realm cultivators that Ye Chuxiao and Duanmu Lin had killed before, none of them possessed a divine weapon or神器 (shénqì, artifact).

After all, an Intent Realm cultivator with a神器 (shénqì, artifact), even if they were old, was not someone that Ye Chuxiao and Duanmu Lin could easily pick up as a bargain.

They had intentionally avoided those unprovokable targets when collecting the souls of Intent Realm cultivators.

Ordinary Intent Realm cultivators, wrapping their domain around their weapons, would not have Ye Chuxiao's current troubles.

When they fought, the domain would shatter first, and then the weapon.

"He has no blade!"

"Kill him quickly!" the Intent Realm cultivator holding the short axe shouted.

The Intent Realm cultivator holding the talisman brush waved the talisman brush in his hand, writing nine complex and powerful talisman characters.

The talisman characters condensed into nine powerful celestial phenomena, surrounding Ye Chuxiao and restricting his movement space.

And the short axe cultivator, whose injuries on his head and face had not yet healed and whose face was still bleeding, had once again pounced on Ye Chuxiao.

Ye Chuxiao held his hands empty, as if he still held a blade in his hands.

His eyes did not look at the nine phenomena transformed from the talisman characters, nor did he look at the Intent Realm cultivator who was slashing with the short axe, but locked firmly on the tip of the blade he held empty in his hands.

Then... he smiled brightly.

"So I broke through a long time ago!"

"It was all in my head!"

"What youth, middle age, old age, are all just my意 (yì, intent). My意 (yì, intent) surpasses heaven's intent, and above that is意境 (yìjìng, Intent Realm)."

In his smile, a completely transparent blade appeared in the empty space held in his hand.

The domain on the blade suddenly magnified, instantly enveloping a hundred li.

Swish!

The blade fell, and the domain smashed down.

The Intent Realm cultivator holding the short axe had his domain broken by Ye Chuxiao's powerful domain in an instant.

This time, he did not avoid Ye Chuxiao's resolute blade.

At the same time, the blade turned and swept towards the Intent Realm cultivator holding the talisman brush.

However, this Intent Realm cultivator holding the talisman brush was much more cunning.

The moment Ye Chuxiao's domain was completely formed, he had already used a遁空之符 (dùnkōng zhī fú, space-escape talisman).

He instantly fled hundreds of li, far away from Ye Chuxiao's domain, and then opened fire on Ye Chuxiao remotely.

"Three hundred li?"

"He ran so far!" Ye Chuxiao murmured.

"Since that's the case, grow!" He lightly shouted.

Ye Chuxiao's domain overwhelmed the rules of heaven and earth, expanding three hundred li in an instant.

The domain, a full four hundred li in circumference, suppressed down like a mountain.

The talisman dao intent in the distance was directly struck by Ye Chuxiao's powerful domain, causing him to feel dizzy and on the verge of collapse.

"Why?"

"Why do you have such a large domain?"

"We have cultivated painstakingly for many years, all of us are geniuses among billions. By luck, we entered the Intent Realm, and at the beginning, the limit of our domain was only three or five li. Why can you instantly expand your domain three hundred li?"

"You're lying to us!"

"You're definitely not a newbie in the Intent Realm, you're at the peak of the Intent Realm!"

"Conspiracy! This is all a conspiracy!" The talisman dao Intent Realm cultivator roared madly.

Hearing this, Ye Chuxiao said lightly: "You also said that you entered the Intent Realm by luck. Unfortunately... I didn't!"

"My entry into the Intent Realm cannot violate the will of heaven, it is unparalleled and absolute!"

Pfft!

The talisman dao intent vomited blood wildly, and his mind suffered a heavy blow, making it difficult for him to act for the time being.

On the other side, Duanmu Lin was also cleaning up those Wisdom Realm cultivators.

Seeing these Wisdom Realm cultivators lining up to tap their own天灵盖 (tiānlínggài, crown of the head), sending out their souls and offering them to Duanmu Lin,

Ye Chuxiao knew that Duanmu Lin, the 'King of the Underworld', was now living up to her name in this world.