In the vast and boundless universe, the ball of sword flames on Jing Jiu's fingertips was as small and indistinct as a firefly, but it was still very eye-catching.
That huge shadow sensed it in an instant, and the intense waves swept back at an unimaginable speed, ascertaining Jing Jiu's existence and location.
Countless tentacles started to wriggle, and under the illumination of the red fireball behind it, they gave off an extremely evil feeling.
At the sight of this, Jing Jiu once again felt a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't recall where he had seen it before.
Just when he was about to slice off those ugly and obviously dangerous tentacles, the intense waves seemed to have turned into some kind of invisible force field, causing the entire space to become viscous. He couldn't even move his body, let alone swing his sword light.
Jing Jiu knew that he had made a mistake. He had underestimated the opponent's power, or rather, he hadn't taken into account the opponent's battle style.
It was obvious that the Heavenly Demon was not planning to capture him but to destroy him directly.
An evil and powerful consciousness landed on Jing Jiu's body, grabbing hold of his divine soul.
If his divine soul were a tangible object, it would have been covered in a thick layer of frost and would be torn into shreds by that consciousness at the next moment.
If it were any other human ascendant, they wouldn't be able to resist this extremely powerful spiritual consciousness at this moment.
However, Jing Jiu had once experienced an even more powerful spiritual consciousness. Moreover, his divine soul had gone through two reincarnations, making it many times tougher than other ascendants.
Not only was he not killed by the evil consciousness of the Heavenly Demon, he even launched a counterattack.
Two extremely bright sword lights appeared in the depths of his eyes, like fish leaping out of the sea, illuminating his eyelashes and everything in front of him.
The universe was still deathly still, but there seemed to be a deafening boom ringing out from somewhere.
The Heavenly Demon trembled slightly, and the countless tentacles on the surface of its body started to tremble at an even faster speed, giving off a great deal of smoke and dust. It looked like a mist of spores shot out from a mushroom.
That evil and terrifying consciousness retreated, and the intense waves also disappeared without a trace. The space that seemed to have become viscous returned to normal, and Jing Jiu was able to move again.
He could not use the All in Creation Sword Formation here. With his opponent's defense and huge body, it would be hard for him to cause any real damage even if he used his sword light to slash at him from a distance. How should he fight?
A streak of sword light flew into the huge shadow.
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That shadow was illuminated from time to time, and a certain part of its skin would occasionally turn transparent. One could vaguely see Jing Jiu flying at top speed inside.
Countless tentacles fell off, silently bursting into sparks in the dark universe.
That evil and powerful consciousness was still chasing after him coldly, without any feeling of surprise or fear.
That tranquil and awe-inspiring sword intent seemed to vanish from time to time, but it would always reappear.
Not long after, everything became still.
The tentacles stopped moving and floated around like seaweed.
The Extraterrestrial Demon also stopped moving. Silent, it floated in the universe.
Suddenly, it shuddered.
The Otherworldly Demon turned into countless fragments and scattered in all directions, no longer having any aura.
The evil and powerful consciousness also disappeared.
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Dust floated in the universe, moving away in all directions.
It looked like a scene from the ancient times.
Looking at the fragments of the corpses of the Otherworldly Demon flying away with him as the center, Jing Jiu showed a tired expression on his pale face.
His white cloth was torn to shreds, and the fragments flew away. His body was full of wounds with gray energy, and his sword source was almost exhausted.
The most troublesome part was that his sword awareness had been damaged too much by that evil consciousness. He felt dizzy at the moment, and he could fall asleep or die at any moment.
This was his first fight after his ascension. It didn't take long, and it was soundless; but it was more difficult than any fight he had fought in Chaotian. This was also the closest he had been to death in both of his lives. It was because his opponent was truly powerful, and he had made two wrong judgments.
When he examined the first corpse of the Otherworldly Demon, he found that the cocoon-like object in his body was the place where the energy was stored.
The energy was frozen into ice cubes by the Snow Girl. He was not sure if it was the same as the fairy energy or the energy of heaven and earth, but he thought it should be usable.
The Snow Girl didn't need any replenishment when flying in the extremely cold universe, but Jing Jiu didn't.
According to his original calculation, he would use the energy in the cocoon-like object to replenish his energy after he killed the Otherworldly Demon.
What he didn't expect was that this Extraterrestrial Demon would choose to self-destruct before it was certain to die.
Those cocoon-like objects turned into the light and heat in the universe, but they did more harm to the Otherworldly Demon.
"You didn't even predict this?" a voice rang out in Jing Jiu's Sea of Awareness.
A band of green smoke drifted out from his body. It didn't disperse, but gradually twisted and deformed until it turned into a small person.
The small person wore a green cloth, with a handsome face and an amiable smile. He was none other than Taiping Zhenren.
A stick of incense had been burning in the ancestral hall of the Zhang Manor in the Green Sky Mirror, but nobody knew what it was for.
Jing Jiu went to the Green Sky Mirror a few days ago. He didn't take the incense with him, but he took the smoke with him.
Jing Jiu glanced at Taiping Zhenren and asked, "Why did you come out?"
Taiping Zhenren said while staring at Jing Jiu's eyes, "Your Sword Discernment was damaged badly, and your Dao Heart couldn't be protected. So I came out."
Jing Jiu said in his mind, "I didn't expect that he wasn't afraid of death, and it seemed that he wanted to die."
Taiping Zhenren let out a faint mocking smile, "You have lived two lives. Haven't you seen those so-called righteous swordsmen who sought their own deaths?"
Jing Jiu shook his head, "Those people knew that they would die for sure, so they wanted to live a happy and peaceful life. But this Otherworldly Demon is exceedingly powerful. I think he can live for many years, even as long as the Round Turtle. But why doesn't he fear death? Why does he seek death? "
The Otherworldly Demon had misjudged his mental energy, and he had also misjudged his opponent's cruel will; otherwise, he wouldn't have been wounded so badly.
Taiping Zhenren said thoughtfully, "Maybe this is why they are called Otherworldly Demons."
"But I've proven that I'm right."
Looking at the small person formed by the green smoke, Jing Jiu said, "So many people have followed you, but it looks like they have all died in vain."
He had repaired the barrier of Chaotian while sitting on the bamboo chair, and killed so many Otherworldly Demons with the Snow Girl. Taiping Zhenren had witnessed all of this.
To put it more precisely, the purpose of Jing Jiu's ascension was to let him witness all of this.
This world was colder and more bizarre than he had imagined, and it was indeed dangerous; but it seemed that it was not impossible to resist.
Many people in Chaotian, including Bai Zhenren, Monk Duhai, and the elders of various sects, had embarked on a path of no return because they believed in his opinion.
From the looks of it now, was it really all wrong?
Taiping Zhenren shot him a glance, "Haven't you found that you've become much weaker?"
"It means that this world is of a lower level," said Jing Jiu calmly.
"Unfortunately, you're going to die," said Taiping Zhenren with a faint smile.
The red fireball was too far away from here, so it was hard to replenish the fairy energy and heal the wound in his body through it.
"I can sleep here for a few hundred more years."
"What is a year?"
Taiping Zhenren's green cloth suddenly drifted up, and the rims of his cloth turned into green smoke again.
Jing Jiu guessed what he intended to do, the expression in his eyes turning cold.
"It's not necessary. You can live for a few more years."
"What is a year then?"
The rims of his cloth tousled again, and the green smoke was moving.
Taiping Zhenren reached out his hands and pushed him gently toward the red fireball.
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After a long while, the Immortal Taiping came to a halt. His body from the waist down had almost turned invisible.
The flames spat out by the red fireball looked more real here, and he could sense them more clearly. They were indeed the fairy energy.
At this distance, he would be able to recover with only three thousand thoughts.
Taiping Zhenren was right. In this universe that was as silent as a huge tomb, there was no such thing as a year.
There was only thought.
Jing Jiu's Sword Awareness had calmed down, and he felt tired. As he was about to enter the trance, he said to Taiping Zhenren, "Big Brother, goodbye."
The green smoke was a sliver of Taiping Zhenren's spiritual soul, which couldn't be resurrected. It could be kept for about ten years in the All in One Sword and the Green Sky Mirror.
It was impossible for him to live any longer.
Taiping Zhenren let out a smile. He suddenly sensed something and looked at a spot in the universe. "It's so beautiful …" he murmured absentmindedly for a moment.
Jing Jiu also looked in the same direction, saying, "Yeah."
"It's a worthwhile trip."
Seeing this spectacular scene, Taiping Zhenren felt sentimental, and then his thoughts dissipated.
Jing Jiu fell into a deep sleep.
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There were innumerable stars in the universe.
Tens of thousands of burning flying swords were flying among them.
In a short time, those burning flying swords had arrived in front of the red fireball and surrounded the two brothers.
The flying swords halted, and the flames retracted to their tails, revealing their true appearances.
Each flying sword was a battleship about five miles long, covered with a grayish white metal, but not reflecting much light.
Tens of thousands of flying swords were equivalent to tens of thousands of battleships.
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At the end of the seventh book … Taiping has seen it! He has seen the battleship! I must let you know this! There is a short speech at the end.)
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