"Xuan Yun!"
At that moment, Yan Li's heart was filled with warmth so intense that it almost made him cry.
The firelight illuminated the surroundings once more, revealing Ji Hyun-woon's cold face. He extended his right fist backwards, and the figure of a phoenix bathed in fire appeared. It allowed him to traverse the impossible space with unbelievable speed and arrive before Yan Li.
Faced with the rippling light of the huge skull, he showed no fear at all. He pushed out with his left hand without any fancy movements.
With his palm as the starting point, the space rapidly froze towards the rippling light. It actually froze into the shape of a frost dragon. Due to how quickly it froze, there were ripples of varying degrees, like a soul-stirring dragon's roar. Boom!
Boom! Boom!
The frost dragon collided with the rippling light and produced a chain of explosions.
In reality, the two were completely different in nature.
The former was true essence as heavy as a mountain, while the latter was only true qi in liquid form.
The difference between them was immeasurable.
If it were not for the power of death, Yan Li definitely would not have been able to fend it off.
And what about Ji Hyun-woon?
If it were not for the powerful pushing force provided by the Phoenix Dances on his right fist, he would have been sent flying the moment they clashed. If he was a little unlucky, it would not be strange for him to be killed by the rebound.
The cultivation realms of cultivators were categorized according to absolute rules. It was not just for the sake of pleasantness.
Even with that being the case, the frost dragon still collapsed a few times. Even though Ji Hyun-woon mobilized his true qi as hard as he could, he only managed to maintain it for two seconds.
Two seconds later, he could not help but grunt and fly backwards. He fainted halfway through.
The wave of light paused for a moment, then rushed towards Yan Li in an even more violent manner.
Yan Li gritted his teeth and raised his Leaving Cliff to block it.
Without the power of death, how was he supposed to block it?
He would probably be reduced to ashes from a single touch.
In that critical moment, his true name, which was also Zijian, finally reached the highest point in the sky.
The winds and clouds immediately surged in the Heavenly Plains. Tremendous amounts of stellar origin power were mobilized, condensed, and charged up.
At the same time, all of the swords in Upper Sky Plains.
They were Li Yong's broken Bent Serpent Sword, Yu Qiuyu's Thirteen Obelisks, and the Leaving Cliff.
They were all swept up into the sky.
The aura of the three swords was somewhat lacking.
However, at this moment, the Eight Division Celestial Dragons lay quietly at the side without any strange movements.
"No!" Lone Eagle roared angrily. He felt the God Binding Ring around his neck tighten inch by inch.
Zijian, who was the swordmaster himself, could not even see the shadow demon. All of the true names in a radius of over a thousand kilometers were instantly annihilated.
As long as it existed, it would not allow other true names to materialize.
Lone Eagle's real name was Shadow Demon. He had used Shadow Demon to replace him in the God Binding Ring's binding. Now that the Shadow Demon had disappeared, he lost the effect of the substitute and was naturally returned to his original form. Even his Law Domain and the ultimate skills he used through the Law Domain had disappeared.
Yan Li's mind was circulating the fundamental meaning of the third chapter of the Taibai Sword Sutra, the Eight Groups of Heavenly Dragons. He recited in a low voice, "All things regard themselves as gods. Sword qi penetrates the underworld. Sword will penetrates the subtleties of the world. Sword dao penetrates the gods. Above the world.... "
As Yan Li recited the sutra, the Eight Division Celestial Dragons, who were originally content in their own corners, suddenly went berserk. Millions of them mixed up and went berserk around the swordmaster.
In an instant, it was as if a group of demons were dancing. All sorts of angry roars, roars, and screeches erupted in unison. However, it was useless. Under the powerful curse power of the sutra and the powerful restraints of a first-grade sword master, they could not resist being plundered.
The reason why it was said to be plundered was because each of them could gather a different amount of Stellar Source Power.
These Stellar Source Power were plundered by the swordmaster and used to imbue the host.
This was the Jambu Realm's unique impartation technique, the Eight Division Celestial Dragon. It was the only impartation technique in the cultivation epoch that used spiritual energy to gather power.
An existence like the Eight Division Celestial Dragon had long surpassed the scope of common knowledge. As the master of the first era, it was like the witch ancestor. Its spirit would forever be passed down in the world.
As long as the world existed, this impartation technique would continue to be passed down.
However, based on Yan Li's situation, only a first-grade sword master would be able to master this impartation technique.
This was because Yan Li was cursed. The Eight Division Celestial Dragon above his head was not summoned from nothingness. Instead, it was truly entrenched in his soul.
If it was any other real name, even if it was Yan Shiyi's nine sons, he would at most be on an equal footing with the Eight Division Celestial Dragon. It would be completely impossible to suppress it.
"All things regard themselves as gods. Sword qi penetrates the underworld. Sword will penetrates the subtlety of the world. Sword dao penetrates the gods. Above the world.... "
There were pros and cons.
Since it was not an illusory image that was summoned, how vast was the Stellar Source power that the true will of the master of the first era could gather?
The Lone Eagle reached out and tried to remove the God Binding Ring. However, he cried out in pain from the electric shock. He put down his hand and looked up at the sky.
Within the range of his vision, all the Stellar Source power was sucked away without a trace. It condensed into a huge palace above Yan Li's head.
A palace formed by the Stellar Source power. What kind of concept was that?
Lone Eagle sucked in a breath of cold air before a strange smile appeared on his face.
He slowly got up, slightly arching his back like a zombie. He tilted his head and stared at Yan Li. "Do you think your body can withstand their pressure?"
Yan Li glanced at him expressionlessly and did not respond.
In fact, the Lone Eagle's perception was wrong.
Not all impartation techniques were impartation techniques.
For a palace like that, not only could Yan Li's body not withstand it, even Ji Hyun-woon and Yu Qiuyu, who had already achieved Man Immortal Bodies, could not completely digest it.
The problem for Yan Li now was that he knew that the Lone Eagle's perception was wrong. However, he did not know what to do next.
He thought that he had already understood the fundamental meaning of the Eight Groups of Heavenly Dragons and knew what it was trying to express. However, no one had ever taught him impartation, let alone an impartation technique like the Eight Groups of Heavenly Dragons that had never been done before.
"I know, you don't know how to continue."
The Lone Eagle laughed harshly. Like a living dead, he walked over step by step and raised his hands. From the looks of it, it seemed like he was going to strangle Yan Li to death.
However, when he walked within thirty feet of Yan Li, he was bounced back by an invisible force.
Undaunted, he got up and continued.
After five or six consecutive times, his body continued to distort due to the rebound, becoming more and more inhuman.
On the sixth time, he finally stopped. A sly smile appeared on his face that was still intact. "Let me tell you a secret. I have actually been assimilated by the Shadow Demon a long time ago."
"So what?" Yan Li had not found the next step.
"Nothing." The Lone Eagle laughed harshly. "I just want to tell you that the place you are standing on is also the Death Realm that I command."
He opened his hands as if he was summoning something.
In the next moment, one by one, the specters broke through the ground of the devastated battlefield.
The power of resentment was in the sky, and at this moment, the power of the undead occupied the earth.
The Lone Eagle's laughter was inhuman, but his words were still clear and powerful. "Death Realm, Lifeless Prison!"
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