As these thoughts flitted through his mind, Wang Chong's brow furrowed as he fell into deep thought. He felt like he had grasped the rhythm and pulse of this divine sword.
Upon understanding this, Wang Chong was invigorated.
With no time to think, Wang Chong leaped forward like a leopard, light and fast. Clangclangclang! Countless flying swords clashed against the chains, but Wang Chong dodged them in a breathtaking manner.
"Wonderful! The attacks of the divine swords can affect the first-generation Origin Immortal Sword Formation! "
As he flew, Wang Chong could clearly sense that when he successfully dodged the attacks of the divine swords, the attacks of the thousands of flying swords in the air had weakened. If he didn't have to consider the first-generation Origin Immortal Sword's attacks, even if his strength had been greatly reduced, he would still be more than enough to climb a single chain.
"This … How could this be?"
Bagushidu was just about to step forward when he saw this sight, and his entire body trembled in shock.
Everything before him had completely surpassed his understanding. Wang Chong's current strength was not even comparable to a Profound Martial realm martial artist, much less an expert like Bagushidu. But not even Ishinishidu had been able to move as swiftly as Wang Chong.
"Impossible! This can't be!"
Bagushidu's eyes went wide. Nothing he knew could explain what was happening before him.
"Buzz!"
Almost subconsciously, Bagushidu stepped forward toward the massive chains in front of the stone bridge.
Could it be that Ishinishidu's memories are all fake? Or did something happen in this final trial that I don't know about?
Bagushidu's eyes flickered with shock and doubt. For a moment, he even felt like he and Wang Chong weren't in the same place, were stepping on the same chain.
Buzz!
Bagushidu's right foot finally stepped on one of the chains, but the moment he touched it, Sword Qi buzzed, and all the flying swords in the air shot toward Bagushidu like a swarm of locusts. This grandiose aura was even more terrifying than when he had stepped on the chain.
Bagushidu grimaced, and his right foot that had just stepped on the chain drew back, his face ashen.
"Just how did this kid do it?"
Bagushidu looked at Wang Chong, feeling a deep unease … and jealousy.
Putting aside Bagushidu, the Origin Immortal Sword once more slashed down at Wang Chong while Wang Chong was still making his way up the chain.
This was the Sword of Pride.
It was aimed at those prideful people. But though Wang Chong had been born into a wealthy family, he was not a prideful person.
Wang Chong succeeded in blocking the third strike.
One hundred feet, fifteen feet, seventeen feet … Wang Chong used the weakening of the Origin Immortal Formation with astonishing speed to advance on the chain. The fourth strike was Lust and the fifth was Jealousy, but Wang Chong still managed to block both.
As he swung the sword, Wang Chong's thoughts became clearer and clearer.
… I didn't think that there would be such a sword in the world. It doesn't strike at the body, nor does it sever one's Origin Energy, but it strikes at the deepest depths of one's heart, attacking their most sinful desires.
Ishinishidu was a genius of the Turks, a peerless expert of his time. But he couldn't get past the first barrier of desire. He met the sixth-generation successor on the border of the Tang dynasty, and the sixth-generation's youth, the world's number one Origin Immortal Art, and his endless techniques made Ishinishidu jealous, so he committed the sin of jealousy. Moreover, he wanted to seize the secrets of the Origin Immortal Palace by force, so he committed the sin of greed. Even with Ishinishidu's extraordinary abilities, he would still be heavily injured by these three strikes.
As for Bagushidu, he obtained Ishinishidu's Earthblood Cauldron and inherited all his memories, as well as all his greed, anger, and obsession. In some aspects, these desires are even stronger than Ishinishidu's. Thus, Bagushidu isn't as aloof as he makes himself out to be. It's not that he doesn't want to, but that he doesn't dare!
As these thoughts flew through Wang Chong's mind, his mind became as clear as a mirror.
"Buzz!"
The winds howled and the fog churned. After the fifth strike, the sixth quickly followed.
Rumble! The world seemed to crumble, and in Wang Chong's eyes, the entire world seemed to be tearing apart. This sixth strike was completely different from the previous ones. Before the sword had even slashed down, a blazing red flame had wrapped around it.
Wang Chong grimaced at the sight of this flame, and his feet came to a sudden stop.
Wang Chong sensed a familiar emotion from this sword.
Anger!
This sword was aimed at the anger in the depths of one's heart.
"Damn it!"
Wang Chong's heart tightened, and he instantly lost his composure.
He was not arrogant, jealous, greedy, or lustful, but his anger … In both his last life and this life, Wang Chong had never been able to control it. And his anger was far more intense than the average person's. Without this anger, he would not have been able to stand here and have a chance to start over.
"This is troublesome …"
Rumble!
Just when everyone believed that Wang Chong would be able to survive this tribulation and reach the other side, Wang Chong suddenly trembled, blood gushing out of his skin, and his body began to weaken.
Whoosh! The chains shuddered, and Wang Chong's body swayed as he almost fell off the chains.
But even though Wang Chong had clenched his fists and successfully avoided this calamity, his body was still shuddering along with the chains. The situation seemed extremely dangerous, and he was in danger of falling at any moment.
"How could this be? What's going on! "
On the stone bridge, Bagushidu's expression tensed up. Up until now, Wang Chong had been the person with the highest chance of crossing the chains. If not even he could safely cross, the others would find it even more difficult.
But at this moment, the danger Wang Chong was facing was far more terrifying than anyone could imagine. After the sixth sword, the Origin Immortal Formation's seventh sword followed.
If the sixth sword had only taken half of Wang Chong's life, the seventh was enough to make Wang Chong's blood freeze and plunge him into a bottomless abyss.
The crime of slaughter!
Before the seventh sword had even been unleashed, Wang Chong already knew the name of this sword.
The most evil in the world was slaughter, which was why there were such things as the demonic path and the evil path.
This seventh strike was the strongest strike, and it was also the deadliest strike. Even the time it took to brew this strike was longer than any of the previous strikes.
Wang Chong was the Great General, the King of Foreign Lands, and in his last life, the Grand Marshal who had commanded the world's armies. He had spent half his life on the battlefield, killing countless people.
In the war of the southwest alone, he had killed more than four hundred thousand Mengshe Zhao and Ouzan armies, and in the Battle of Talas and Battle of Khorasan, he had killed more than one million Arab soldiers. At the age of eighteen, he had killed more than one and a half million soldiers. In terms of the weight of slaughter, no one could surpass Wang Chong.
If Ishinishidu had been killed out of jealousy two hundred years ago, then Wang Chong had probably killed too many people and died on the spot.
Buzz!
The seventh sword was still descending, but its energy was still rising, far surpassing the sum of the previous six, and it showed no signs of stopping. Even worse was that this sword had already locked onto Wang Chong. In this situation, Wang Chong would find it extremely difficult to even move.
In the sky, the swords buzzed as if sensing what was about to happen. The thousands of flying swords, broken swords, and broken swords of the first-generation Origin Immortal Sword Formation gathered above Wang Chong like a dark cloud, far more numerous than ever before.
The pressure on Wang Chong instantly multiplied.
"Chong-er!"
Behind him, at the end of the stone bridge, deep in the fog, Chief Wushang and The Evil Emperor had uneasy looks on their faces. At this moment, there was nothing they could do. If they stepped on the chains, they would only increase the pressure on Wang Chong. Not only would they be of no help, they would only drag down Wang Chong.
Moreover, eighty percent of the Origin Energy here was under the first-generation successor's control, and outsiders could not interfere with the Origin Immortal Sword Formation.
In a flash, Wang Chong was in grave danger.
'Rivers of blood, millions of corpses.' Wang Chong was a natural-born commander, a commander who had lived two lives and had killed countless people. If this sword fell, there was no way he could survive.
"Buzz!"
The sword blazed with light, even exuding crimson light. In the face of this sword aimed at his soul, every cell in Wang Chong's body, every strand of his soul, was under unimaginable pressure. A moment later, the sky darkened as the sword rose from the ground!
It was finally the final moment!
"Something's wrong!"
At this moment, Wang Chong's face was pale, his Psychic Energy and Stellar Energy rapidly consumed. In the face of death, Wang Chong was bursting with all his potential. Almost instinctively, Wang Chong sensed that something was wrong.
The Origin Immortal Lord couldn't have set up such a suicidal trap! If that was the case, why didn't he cut down the chains so that no one could get through? Moreover, no one is perfect. Given the characteristics of this divine sword, not only can no one in the Origin Immortal Sect inherit it, no one can even get close to it. Not even the Origin Immortal Lord has the right to use this immortal sword! This couldn't have been the Origin Immortal Lord's intention!
A bolt of lightning flashed through his mind. Cold sweat beaded on Wang Chong's forehead, but his mind was working faster than ever. At this moment, time seemed to slow to a crawl.
"Everyone has their flaws! Desire, greed, jealousy, arrogance, anger, and slaughter … these were practically everyone's weaknesses. No one can escape this, not even the forgers. "
The more critical the moment, the calmer Wang Chong became.
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