Chapter 1533 — The Tribulation of the Immortal Sword
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The moment the Blind Elder's diagram appeared, all the formation masters became parts of the formation; their magic power gathered and fused into one, transforming into layer upon layer of heavenly palaces, forming in truth a great Heavenly Court of formations.
Even Yan Yunxi became a part of the formation.
She looked up and saw, viewed from below, peak upon peak of that Heavenly Court, raising the Dao of formations to its very peak, and she could not help but marvel.
The Blind Elder was the diagram's nexus; leading the countless formation masters, he strode into the Dao Fire Ancestral Ground.
Together they roared, driving the formation to brand Shen Mu's Dao domain into the sword. At the same time, the Blind Elder controlled the formation, gathering the strength of all to lay formation after formation into the three men's vital-essence hammers, so that those hammers would not be shattered by the sword's aura.
Shen Mu, Li Youran, and the Silent Artisan shouted again and again, hammer after hammer wheeling up and down, ceaselessly forging around the divine sword. The three men's qi and blood steamed; the sweat all over their bodies evaporated into white vapor that danced around them, merging with their qi and blood, white dragons coursing through a sea of qi and blood, almost taking on substance.
As their sweat-vapor flowed, it even gave off wave upon wave of dragon cries and dragon roars. Suddenly the Silent Artisan roared again: "Sword Dao quenching!
" The three retreated in unison, clearing space. Within the Dao fire, the divine sword's aura suddenly broke through the Western Emperor White Tiger's suppression, and a line of blood appeared on her face, on skin whiter than snow.
In the instant the sword's aura broke her suppression, a great gash was torn in the sky above the Heaven Yin Realm; a resplendent sword light shot into the heavens, pierced the Heaven Yin Realm, and swept across Xuandu.
In Xuandu, star after star abruptly winked out; the long rivers of stars and the celestial river were cut apart by the sword light, leaving gaping breaches that long would not heal. The Western Emperor White Tiger gritted her teeth and blew her battle horn, trying to suppress the bursting metal qi.
Just then, thousands upon thousands of divine swords formed a torrent; the sword Dao surging, they roared into the nine heavens of the Dao fire, dancing up and down around that divine sword.
Clang, clang, clang!
Countless sharp notes burst forth almost at once; those divine swords did not strike the giant sword, yet it was as if they did battle with it, and in a single instant nearly all of them were suppressed.
Suddenly a sword light came flying; Kaihuang Shen Ye laid his hand on the Worry-Free Sword's hilt—but the sword did not leave its scabbard; rather, his own body became a sword light.
Kaihuang strode as if flying, plunging into the nine heavens of the Dao fire.
With a ringing zheng, the Worry-Free Sword left its scabbard; his body followed his sword, leaping up and down around the giant sword, and the thirty-five heavens of the sword Dao were unfolded beneath his blade.
Clang, clang, clang—the sharp notes came slow and clear; each of Kaihuang's strikes landed precisely on the giant sword, as though he contended with a grandmaster of the sword Dao. As his sword Dao unfurled, the giant sword's aura began to draw inward, contracting toward the blade itself.
As his sword Dao domain spread, the other sword Dao masters at once felt their burden ease; each unleashed the sword Dao he had comprehended, and the Dao auras of ten thousand divine swords burst forth, each with its own distinction.
Among them, the sword Dao domains of the former Jingping Imperial Preceptor Jiang Baigui and the village head Su Muzhe drew the most attention. The Silent Artisan roared: "Shen'er, brand your qi and blood!