Daoist Competition-Chapter 938 - 209: Fang Jian’s Skylight Wandering Soul Ritual

Zhang Yan was refining the sword ball within the essence acupoint, completely absorbed, unaware of the passage of time.

He did not know how long had passed when one day, a sudden tremor in his heart and spirit startled him awake from his meditation.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked outside.

At that moment, he was still seated in the Earth Fire Sky Pit, surrounded by stacked stones facing the pit, with rolling hot fire pressing forward. Fortunately, the Treasure Robe protected him from the fire’s poison, making disturbances rare, serving better than finding another Cave Mansion.

He silently examined his body; the Star Sword Ball rested quietly in the acupoint, with a stream of turbid Qi pouring in. A gentle push caused it to roll back and forth, like flowing lead mercury, conveying a faint sensation of stagnation. Adding a stream of Clear Qi made it light as a feather, floating effortlessly.

After his careful sacrificial refinement, this sword ball had drastically changed, appearing like a clear crystal pearl, resplendent and delicate, about the size of a baby’s fist, completely pure and unblemished, brimming with Spiritual Energy, seemingly newly born.

This sword ball was originally of Water Attribute, but following a journey through the Earth Kun True Fire, its ostentation was washed clean, restoring its true nature.

Zhang Yan let out a sharp call, activated his Escape Technique, became a rainbow-colored tunneling light, emerged from the Earth Fire Sky Furnace, darted several miles forward, circled Luqi Mountain, and settled on a high cliff. With a thought, a clear sword cry, akin to dragon’s roar and tiger’s howl, issued forth, a brilliant clear light shooting straight from his brow into the clouds.

Shortly after, a long scar appeared above the cloud layers, a path cut by the passing sword ball.

In his heart and spirit Zhang Yan issued a summons, and before him, there was a subtle flash, revealing the Star Sword Ball silently resting in his palm.

He took a deep breath, sent Divine Thought inward, smoothly circumferencing it, feeling as if this object was united with him.

With a slight Mana operation, the sword ball would tremble, emitting bursts of noise. At first very faint, the sound grew louder with increasing Mana, till the sound was deafening as thunder and drums. Moreover, the artifact continued to leap unceasingly, seemingly able to fly spontaneously into the clouds.

Zhang Yan observed with delight; with another thought, the sword ball flew into the air, less than half a foot from his palm, obeying his whims with greater agility than before.

He noted that when the sword light flashed, it was not as glaring as before, rather subtle and insubstantial, difficult to perceive without close inspection.

He contemplated testing the sharpness of the sword, and after sorting through his findings, retrieved a Dharma Sword from his Sleeve Bag, channeled ample Mana, sacrificially sent it skyward, then slashed with the sword ball. A faint shadow swiftly flashed, and with a gentle sound, it sliced the sword as if cutting rotten wood, severing it in two.

Impressed, he showed joy and satisfaction in his eyes.

This Dharma Sword was obtained from the sleeve bag of an elder of the Lie Xuan Sect, counted as a Spiritual Artifact, yet could not withstand a single slash from this re-refined sword ball. Evidently, its sharpness was not diminished but greatly enhanced instead.

He intended to further test the Light Splitting and Shadow Transformation Technique, but at that moment, the sword ball in the air suddenly hummed continuously, seemingly sensing some anomaly.

Zhang Yan internally sensed its urge to go somewhere, and seeing its form, he raised his brow and simply released its bindings.

Once released, the sword ball dashed forth wildly, like a horse freed from reins, quickly covering several miles. Sword light fell downward, swiftly burrowing into the earth. Within moments, a sudden, piercing wail was heard, as if something was cut.

The sword ball had Zhang Yan’s heart and spirit attached, rendering everything clearly within its path like reading a palm. Careful discernment revealed, to his surprise, buried beneath the mountain was a Wing Cliff Divine Sovereign Statue, which might have been acceptable; however, there was additionally a Primordial Spirit concealed within.

Earlier, upon sensing a barely detectable enmity from the Flying Sword overhead, it ruthlessly went over, and the slash not only cleaved the statue but also led to the Primordial Spirit’s total soul scattering, leaving no existence.

Reflecting carefully, except for Gongyang Sheng among the Lie Xuan Sect people, others including Shang Teng were personally slain by him, with no chance of escape.

Only when activating the Forbidden Array to trap the statue did he fail to examine carefully, allowing for an escape; this person was likely Gongyang Sheng indeed.