Yu Yuan had long since deduced that the Moon Severing Realm cultivator was most likely from the Sword Sect.
The sword soul branded in Yu Yuan's arm bone was filled with boundless, mighty, and ancient sword intent. It should be the Moon Severing Realm cultivator's own incantation of sword Dao, where his great Dao lay.
However, the sword light and sword intent in the scabbard that had been pulled out of the Dark Realm Asura's head in the abandoned land probably hadn't all been comprehended by the Moon Severing Realm cultivator.
It was very likely that the Moon Severing Realm cultivator had smelled the sword intent incantations left behind by his fellow sect members when he was soaring in the starry river. Then, he had collected them and put them into the scabbard.
Perhaps he had done this so that he could return those sword intents to the Sword Sect when he returned to his sect in the future.
It was also so that the Sword Dao that he had comprehended in his lifetime wouldn't be lost forever in the cold starry river.
If a sword or a sword incantation didn't contain sword intent or hadn't comprehended the true mysteries of the sword incantation, it would be impossible for it to display its full power.
If a person didn't understand the intricacies of the sword incantation or sword intent, if they knew spiritual techniques and didn't infuse them with spiritual power, they would only have a superficial appearance.
Once a sword intent was infused into a sword or a sword incantation, it would instantly be infused with a soul!
For example, what was happening right now!
The slender spiritual sword that the middle-aged Sword Sect cultivator had summoned from his niwan acupoint instantly became dozens of times more powerful after infusing it with a wisp of brilliant yellow sword intent.
At the old man's waist, a ball of lightning the size of a thumb burst out with a power that could severely injure seventh or eighth grade demons!
The yellow lightning pierced towards his meridians, causing the Primal Chaos Kun to let out a low hiss.
His two hands, which were covered in sharp thorns, grabbed towards the bloody hole in his waist. Blood was still dripping from his wounds because of the lightning.
"Yu Yuan!"
Kong Banbi called out in a low voice to attract Yu Yuan's attention. When he saw Yu Yuan looking at him, he immediately said, "Where did you get that scabbard? Why was the sword intent hidden in the scabbard able to merge with a sword from my sect? Yu Yuan, did this scabbard … come from my sect? "
The expressions of the other trial takers from the Sword Sect shook greatly upon hearing his words.
Could Yu Yuan be a disciple of the Sword Sect that was scattered outside?
A certain Sword Sect cultivator who was traveling around the Qian Xuan Continent passed by the empire where Yu Yuan lived and took a fancy to Yu Yuan. He taught Yu Yuan the Sword Sect's Sword Dao Incantation and even gave Yu Yuan an artifact to protect himself?
If that was the case, why did Yu Yuan cultivate the "Fiend Body Refining Art" and obtain the approval of the "Fiend Demon Cauldron"?
"We'll talk about it later!"
Being questioned by him, Yu Yuan held the scabbard with both hands and felt strands of refined spiritual energy continuously pouring into it from the Huangting acupoint in his lower dantian.
His Golden Hall Microcosm, which was originally filled with spiritual power, was rapidly draining away.
Surprisingly, not a single strand of Qi and blood leaked out of the Profound Gate of Qi and blood in his middle dantian.
The "Extreme Intelligent Soul Forging Technique" that he had painstakingly cultivated, and because of his powerful Heavenly Soul, his mind and thoughts were also not affected by the scabbard.
It was just that his spiritual power was being consumed so quickly that he was worried that it would run out soon.
He didn't have the energy to explain, nor did he want to tell Kong Banbi and the other trial takers about the scabbard and the Moon Severing Realm cultivators.
"Die!"
Surrounded by the cage of sword light and pierced through his abdomen by the slender spiritual sword, the skinny old man grimaced as he crossed his arms and pressed them against his abdomen.
SLURP!
Ancient demonic characters suddenly appeared on the totem poles that had been pierced into his back.
Strange scenes of dragons and snakes slithering, phoenixes soaring through the heavens, qilins breathing fire, and elephants roaring simultaneously flashed across his mind.
Vast demonic energy surged within the small cage, giving rise to loud rumbles, as if heaven and earth were about to collapse and explode.
Even the net of sword light that had been weaving around the Primal Chaos Kun gave rise to sizzling sounds due to the appearance of the strange phenomenon. The cage was forcibly expanded.
At this moment, the Primal Chaos Kun's hands seemed to be channeling the power of the totem poles, causing the seawater in the entire Starry Ash Sea to stop flowing.
Time and space also seemed to be inexplicably silent.
His hands slowly pressed towards the wisps of yellow lightning that were constantly flying around, as well as the spiritual sword that was as thin as a needle and perfectly matched with his sword intent.
The totem poles behind the Primal Chaos Kun trembled violently, and the howls of demonic beasts shook the highest heavens!
The fish scales on the Primal Chaos Kun's neck suddenly burst forth with dazzling crimson and white light, as if he were possessed by a god!
CRUNCH!
The spiritual sword that the middle-aged cultivator from the Sword Sect was holding in the bloody hole in his abdomen that his hands were pressing against was instantly shattered.
Then, the Primal Chaos Kun's hands that had pierced the bloody hole in his abdomen mercilessly pinched and crushed the short sword into pieces!
At this moment, the Primal Chaos Kun's expression was ferocious as he stared coldly at the middle-aged cultivator from the Sword Sect, who didn't know what to do. With a gruesome smile, he said, "How dare an ant like you resist me."
The Sword Sect cultivator's forehead split open, and his spiritual acupoints instantly collapsed and shattered.
His entire face was badly mangled, and his facial features were twisted into a mess.
"Junior Martial Brother Liu!"
"Senior Martial Brother!"
Kong Banbi and the other survivors of the Sword Sect all screamed when they saw him like this.
The Sword Sect cultivator crashed to the ground. Whether it was his Heaven, Earth, and Human Souls, or his flesh and blood, all of them seemed to have fallen apart. He no longer had any signs of life. He had died from the backlash caused by the explosion of the spiritual sword.
Some of the sword cultivators from the Sword Sect only cultivated one sword their entire lives. Their upper, middle, and lower dantians, spiritual power, blood, and soul were all used to nurture the sword.
Because of their focus, sword cultivators had the most terrifying killing power. However, because of the special characteristics of their cultivation, once the sword that they cultivated their entire lives was destroyed, they would also be severely injured, or even die!
Sword cultivators who had cultivated to the Yin Soul, Yang Soul, and Nascent Soul would have a higher chance of survival as their cultivation increased.
However, that Sword Sect cultivator was only in the Subtle realm, and had yet to become a Yin Soul.
Furthermore, because of the return of a strand of sword intent, the power of his sword had skyrocketed, and the backlash had naturally increased as well.
His cultivation level, body, and three souls couldn't withstand the backlash of the sword at all. In an instant, he had died on the spot, and all of his vitality had been cut off.
"Whoosh!"
The skinny old man who had crushed the sword had a sinister expression on his face. He was no longer standing straight. Instead, he sat down in a cross-legged position like a human cultivator.
Forcefully borrowing the power of the ancient Demon Race totem pole to shatter the spiritual sword that contained sword intent seemed to be a great burden on him.
The wound on his waist that had been torn open and pierced through also required him to spend some time to heal quickly.
When he sat down, the bloody hole that was still exposed had his tendons and meridians pulling on themselves like serpents, miraculously adjusting themselves. Pieces of wriggling flesh could even be seen piling up and growing.
The large torn wound seemed to be quickly stitched up by invisible needles and threads.
"This is too abnormal! His recovery speed is comparable to that of a Grade Nine Great Demon! "
Du Huang of the Ancient Barren Sect ordered all of the sect's survivors to gather behind him as he said to Yu Yuan, "We have to think of another way! He should be able to recover to his original state soon! If we can't find a new way, none of us will be able to escape! "
"Why don't you give him that Fiendish Demon Cauldron?" an Ancient Barren Sect girl whispered timidly.
"Can you all shut up!?" Su Yan's pretty face was filled with hatred and resentment. A sense of helplessness rose in her heart. She felt that she was too weak at this moment and couldn't be of any help.
"Shut up!"
Du Huang also glared at the girl and snorted, saying, "That old man isn't one of us. He has been suppressed by the ancient Demon Race for so many years. Everyone saw his cruel actions just now. Such a cold-blooded creature, even if we give it to the Fiendish Demon Cauldron, it won't stop. I'm afraid that none of us, including those from the Devil's Palace, will be able to escape. "
The girl's face was pale, and her big eyes were filled with sadness. "The Blue Devil's Tear, and this otherworldly monster. Just how many secrets are hidden in the Stardust Sea Region between the Devil's Palace and the Goblin Temple? In the past, every trial was fine. It has never been like this before. "
Because the Meteorfall Star Eye had been filled with the Primal Chaos Kun's special ability, the artifact's soul had been severely damaged. Liu Ying had also been greatly injured and could do nothing.
After the middle-aged cultivator's spirit sword had been destroyed, the others didn't dare to act rashly.
Du Huang wanted to help, but he didn't even have a chance to enter the sword light cage. He didn't know what to do.
Holding the scabbard with both hands, Yu Yuan pointed at the Primal Chaos Kun and felt the sword light fading away. He was secretly anxious and racked his brains for a solution.
Just as he was at his wit's end, the Fiendish Demon Cauldron in his flesh and blood dantian moved again!
Hei Xun, the guardian of the Devil's Palace in the Stardust Sea Region, once again transmitted his soul voice. "Yu Yuan, you're still alive? You should've died after seeing the Primal Chaos Kun, right? The Fiendish Demon Cauldron was taken by force, wasn't it? "
"Are you Yu Yuan or the Primal Chaos Kun?"
Hei Xun asked tentatively. His soul voice was extremely weak and intermittent.
It was as if he was afraid that the master of the Fiendish Demon Cauldron was already the Primal Chaos Kun.
He was afraid that the Primal Chaos Kun's soul consciousness would use the Fiendish Demon Cauldron to determine his location based on his soul voice and follow the clues to find him.
"I'm still alive."
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