While he was sitting beside King Xuanmu, the feeling he emanated was that of someone who was on a higher level than him as others could not help but feel awed.
Swivelling his head to look at this person, King Xuanmu said slowly, “Please assist, Senior Uncle.”
The other party did not speak as he merely raised a hand and pointed towards the distant main altar of the Dim Darkness Sect. A streak of light that resembled a sword of water appeared, resembling a long river as it swept over towards that black cliff as well as city.
Around the Dim Darkness Sect’s main altar, streams of dim light circulated, forming a massive formation which manifested in boundless darkness.
Wherever the darkness touched, the blazing fire would instantly be stopped in its tracks, even coming to be devoured by the darkness instead.
However, wherever that sword-light that resembled water went, all colour appeared pale and helpless as everything seemed to be ageing and decaying amidst the onrushing grand river of time.
Light and darkness seemed to have lost all significance at this moment, all things becoming mere symbols in the face of the river of time.
Within the main altar of the Dim Darkness Sect, a white-clothed old man expressionlessly watched this scene, a great black sun and a blue full moon hovering high above his head, dim radiance descending which illuminated his body.
Black light arose from the body of this white-clothed old man, dense black incantations suddenly surfacing on the exterior of his white robe.
He pushed horizontally forward with his palms, boundless darkness enveloping the Dim Darkness Sect main altar which obstructed all light from entering.
The world seemed to have no brightness left within whatsoever as all returned to the initial universe of primordial darkness.
That sword-light that resembled water was also obstructed outside by the darkness now.
However, the sinuous sword-light coiled about the darkness, beginning to unceasingly whittle away at the defensive power of the Dim Darkness Sect’s guardian grand formation, the Primordial Wilderness Formation.
Now, King Xuanmu made his move as well, leading the experts of the Grand Xuan Dynasty under his command to attack the Primordial Wilderness Formation.
All-encompassing blazing fire surged once more, dispelling layers of darkness with the assistance of the sword-light that resembled water.
Within the main altar of the Dim Darkness Sect, the white robe on the body of Chief Zhou Haosheng was already filled with incantations, causing the robe to be dyed entirely black.
Darkness that resembled the sum total of lengthy dark nights of millennia past unceasingly resisted the attacks from the outside world. However, it still felt hard pressed to withstand them now.
Zhou Haosheng was currently not looking at King Xuanmu, instead gazing at that person who appeared young yet possessed an ancient gaze.
“Seventh level of the Martial Saint realm, early Immortal Bridge stage!” Zhao Haosheng paused with each word.
That person sitting beside King Xuanmu suddenly stood up, spiritual light flashing above his head as he disembarked from the dragon carriage.
He strode forth, arriving above the Dim Darkness Sect main altar before stomping downwards.
Light circulated beneath his foot as the sword-light that resembled water appeared once more, gushing straight downwards like a waterfall as it descended towards the Dim Darkness Sect.
History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 639: A chance arrives
HSSB639: A chance arrives
Zhou Haosheng’s gaze was heavy, “Sword of Time…Time Flowing Sword! You are a descendant of Shen Lingzi?”
When the Grand Xuan Dynasty had been founded in the past, the founding King Xuanwen having mightily dominated the entire Royal Reed Sea with his great strength, there were some others who had assisted him in securing the territory of the Grand Xuan Dynasty.
Amongst these junior and senior brothers of King Xuanwen had been Shen Lingzi.
Afterwards, after the Grand Xuan Dynasty’s reign had been established and King Xuanwen had crowned himself as monarch, Shen Lingzi and the others had not stayed, having vanished without a trace.
Many people speculated about what had happened to them, thinking that they had been unjustly slain.
From how things were now, Zhou Haosheng knew that everyone had guessed wrong.
Shen Lingzi’s lineage had really been unconcerned about power and authority in the Royal Reed Sea, having left after the successful founding of the Grand Xuan Dynasty that year.
Now that the situation was unstable for the Grand Xuan Dynasty, they actually showed themselves once more, lending them a helping hand.
This person before him, whilst appearing young, was probably even higher than he, Zhou Haosheng as well as King Xuanmu in seniority and age as he had attained the seventh level of the Martial Saint realm, already having stepped onto the Immortal Bridge.
As the other party walked towards the main altar of the Dim Darkness Sect, each stride of his seemed like he was treading on a formless bridge, getting ‘higher’ and ‘higher’.
This so called ‘higher’ was not simply the distance amidst space to the top of the Dim Darkness Sect’s main altar. Instead, he seemed to be stepping onto some higher level, presiding domineeringly over Zhou Haosheng and the others down below.
Zhou Haosheng’s expression was grave as he merged as one with the power of the grand formation, resembling a bottomless abyss of darkness as he bore the descending water-like sword-light from up above that resembled a waterfall.
The darkness that devoured and contained all objects seemed to reject everything outside of it now.
As that sword-light that resembled a waterfall slammed into the darkness, it actually broke apart, repelled upwards as it dispersed and returned to formlessness.
Like true flowing water, it slammed onto the black rocks down below, causing ripples of water to fly.
The ‘young man’ within the air glanced downwards at the Dim Darkness Sect altar, slowly shaking his head. The feeling of ancientness within his gaze grew even denser whereas his features instead seemed to become even younger.
A sword appeared within his hand, rusty and mottled and in a state of utter disrepair as if it might break apart on its own at any moment.
However, as he brandished his sword, that sword light that resembled water became more ephemeral and unpredictable.
Between the heavens and the earth that were touched by the sword-light, the flow of time seemed to have become fast at times whilst slow as others, a force of distortion having formed.
Beneath the attacks of this sword-light, that solid darkness was also gradually penetrated through like water droplets seeping through a rock.
On the robe that Zhou Haosheng was wearing, many dense incantations had already been formed to produce a black screen of light which was merged completely with his true martial intent.
However, Zhou Haosheng was currently in a heavy mood.
Usually, he would be able to battle the enemy with the Primordial Wilderness Formation. Now, however, they had come just when he was in the process of undergoing the Dim Sun Cold Moon Ritual, and there was King Xuanmu attacking from the side as well. With that, Zhao Haosheng instantly felt immensely pressured.
While the Dim Darkness Sect also had other experts present at its main altar, there were also as many experts in the Grand Xuan Dynasty as there were clouds.
Zhou Haosheng even discovered that aside from that expert of the seventh level of the Martial Saint realm, there were other powerful reinforcements from Shen Lingzi’s lineage present as well.
The situation faced by the Dim Darkness Sect instantly turned extremely atrocious as it seemed like the Primordial Wilderness Formation might be broken apart at any time.
A terrifying spear struck out from the sky, space directly ripped through wherever it passed.
Flames blazed at the tip of the spear, a fiery light emitted. The heavens and earth
of the Royal Reed Sea of the World beyond Worlds here seemed like it was all being incinerated now, only nothingness left behind.
King Xuanmu expressionlessly wielded the spear in his hands with the supreme martial arts, the Five Fire True Arts and the Seven Fowl Treasured Spear, as he came straight for the main altar of the Dim Darkness Sect.
“Xuan King Spear!” Seeing that spear, Zhao Haosheng took it even more seriously than King Xuanmu himself who was at the sixth level of the Martial Saint realm, the late Seeing Divinity stage.
However, his attention already fully drawn by the Time Flowing Sword up above, he was currently unable to resist this terrifying spear.
Within the Dim Darkness Sect’s main altar, other Dim Darkness Sect experts surged forward, yet were unable to resist the might of the Xuan King Spear.
King Xuanmu who was equipped with the Xuan King Spear seemed not weaker than that martial practitioner who was executing the Time Flowing Sword in the least.
The terrifying spear finally broke through the Primordial Wilderness Formation!
It was like dawn had come following the darkness of the night, light returning to the great earth once more as the blazing light of fire instantly illuminated the city and half the cliff.
Zhou Haosheng’s face was sunken as water as he slowly brought his palms together before abruptly pulling them apart to the sides.
The jet-black horizon seemed to be ripped apart, incomparably brilliant light appearing that even overshadowed the blazing light of fire as well as the flowing light of the ages.
The extremity of darkness birthed light. When darkness had reached an extreme, it would nurture and produce incomparably pure, incomparably dazzling radiance.
While it was gone in a flash, it was matchless in its luminescence.
The bright radiance transformed into a terrifying sabre-light that hacked towards King Xuanmu.
King Xuanmu hastily retracted the Xuan King Spear in his hand, sweeping it across the sky to block Zhao Haosheng’s terrifying Extreme Darkness Light Sabre.
With this collision, the sky was lit completely bright as a rain of fire and a rain of light fell together, countless scars produced in the great sea down below with the seawater nearly evaporated clean.
However, amidst this bright white light, that Time Flowing Sword which appeared neither hurried nor slow hacked out towards Zhao Haosheng once more.
Zhao Haosheng hastily dealt with it, manifesting the changes of dimness between brightness and darkness as his bright sabre-light changed, instantly turning into a region of darkness which swept along the sword-light that resembled water.
However, amidst the changes in speed of the sword-light, it avoided Zhao Haosheng’s defence and attacked towards another direction.
Zhao Haosheng realised that the other party had been aiming for something else all along.
He wanted to chance his stance, yet King Xuanmu’s spear attacked once more!
Unable to account for both sides, Zhao Haosheng could only watch that sword-light which was like a river of time chopping down towards the dim sun and cold moon above his head!
Swept along by that sword-light, the jet-black great sun and the dim-blue full moon plummeted from above Zhou Haosheng’s head, turning into light as they simultaneously descended into the distance.
The heavens and the earth were currently also spinning and overturning within the unique space formed by the interactions between the dim sun and the cold moon.
Located within it, Yan Zhaoge stabilised himself, not wanting to again experience that feeling of riding a roller-coaster that he had experienced just earlier.
Seeing the dim sun and cold moon that were becoming disorderly before him, feeling the terminating of the connection between this space and the Primordial Wilderness Formation of the outside world, Yan Zhaoge slowly exhaled, his gaze beginning to turn sharp, “While it is a little different from what I had predicted, there are still methods to be found.”
At the same time, a vigorous sword-light flew over from the distance, grand and magnificent.
King Xuanmu’s gaze focused slightly, “North Sea Sword Pavilion? How fast.”
The sword-light shocked the heavens, targeting that swordsman who was currently attacking the Dim Darkness Sect’s main altar.
The two sword-lights clashed in mid-air, producing frenzied waves which swept through the surrounding area for ten thousand li all round.
The pressure on Zhou Haosheng lessened as he hurriedly blocked King Xuanmu and the Xuan King Spear.
A few figures flew out from both camps, flying off in pursuit in the direction that the dim sun and cold moon had plummeted in.
Light also lit up in another direction, similarly targeting the dim sun and cold moon.
As light rose and fell, it resembled the intermittent flickering of the sun and moon as it was clearly the Sun Moon Interchanging Art of the Radiant Light Sect’s lineage.
While he was enveloped by the dim sun and cold moon, due to their close proximity, Yan Zhaoge still immediately felt, “It’s the people of the Radiant Light Sect…”
History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 640: Who it belongs to is not up to you!
HSSB640: Who it belongs to is not up to you
The interactions between dim sun and cold moon formed a strange space.
Because the sun and moon were falling together now, this independently established space was also distorting as if it might collapse at any moment.
Located within it, as Yan Zhaoge felt the changes in spatial boundaries as well as the dim sun and cold moon, many thoughts instantly flashed through his mind.
The originally dark surroundings suddenly turned bright, a great amount of light seemingly shooting over from the space outside.
Whilst separated by spatial boundaries, Yan Zhaoge could vaguely see a sun and moon flickering intermittently as they rose, seemingly separated by a layer of night sky.
The great sun that illuminated the heavens and the earth and the pure, tranquil bright moon continually circulated alternately.
The normal sun and moon outside the night sky formed a miraculous connection with the strange black sun and blue moon inside as they were opposed at extremities, standing as the antithesis of each other.
Yan Zhaoge recognised this as a martial art lineage of the Radiant Light Sect, the Sun Moon Interchanging Art.
While they were irrevocable enemies who could not coexist under the same heavens, the Radiant Light Sect and the Dim Darkness Sect originated from the flourishing Dim Radiant Sect of the past.
The Sun Moon Interchanging Art of the Radiant Light Sect’s three great legacies and the Dim Brightness Art of the Dim Darkness Sect’s three great legacies both shared the exact same source, being virtually the same.
While the Dim Sun Cold Moon Ritual was a secret ritual of the Dim Darkness Sect, this Radiant Light Sect expert who cultivated in the Sun Moon Interchanging Art still quickly realised something of it.
Seeing this scene, Yan Zhaoge inhaled deeply before grabbing outwards with his palms.
His roiling true essence condensed, two massive heaven-concealing hands manifesting, one on each side as they grasped the jet-black great sun and dim blue bright moon within their palms together!
The Radiant Light Sect martial practitioner instantly realised that something was wrong as he made a questioning noise, clearly not having thought that someone had actually long since been present in the space formed by the ritual.
He similarly opened his hands, a faint golden sun appearing on his left palm and a silvery-white crescent moon appearing on his right.
The changes between interchanging light and darkness and the concept of yin and yang coexisting were stimulated together, seemingly wanting to grab the sun and moon with their palms.
At the same time, however, boundless darkness suddenly swept along behind him, wanting to devour the radiance of the sun and moon.
This Radiant Light Sect expert frowned, his palms diverging.
A sun and moon also simultaneously rose and fell on his right palm before he turned back and struck out towards the boundless darkness that was shooting over towards him.
Within the darkness, a tall, thin middle-aged man was revealed, his fingers in the shape of a claw as if grabbing the heavens and capturing the earth.
“Nong Yuxuan, you want to take advantage of my Dim Darkness Sect’s plight?” The tall, thin middle-aged man roared, ripping the radiance of the sun and moon with a single claw.
As the gold and silver radiance dispersed, a handsome man who looked around thirty from his external appearance appeared.
Enveloped by the dim sun and cold moon, while Yan Zhaoge could not see the scenes in the outside world, hearing Nong Yuxuan’s name, he could not help but raise his brows slightly.
“That Radiant Light Sect martial practitioner who attempted to use the aura of the Rahu star of the eclipse to suppress my Extreme Yang Seal back then?” Yan Zhaoge’s expression turned a little strange, “Enemies really walk narrow paths.”
Nong Yuxuan looked mildly at the Dim Darkness Sect Elder before him, one hand still locking the dim sun and cold moon in place while the other parried all the moves that were sent at him.
He suppressed the other party’s attacks with just a single hand.
That tall, thin middle-aged man was surprised, “You…you have stepped into the third level of the Martial Saint realm, the late Merging Avatar stage? Body, avatar and mind all merged together as one, completely inseparable and indistinguishable?”
The two of them had clashed just half a year ago as second level Martial Saints of the mid Merging Avatar stage.
Meeting again today, however, the other party had already surpassed him!
Sending him into retreat with a palm, Nong Yuxuan smiled mildly, “Does Zhou Haosheng want to make use of this ritual to break through into the seventh level of the Martial Saint realm? Anyway, now that his plans have already been spoilt by the Xuan dogs, he might as well help me out a little.”
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