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Chapter 28.1: What's the Relationship Between You Two? — Close Friends?

A single flash of sword light illuminated heaven and earth, with a hundred year old early Void Refinement cultivation, defeating a thousand year old mid Void Refinement cultivator!

Above Nascent Soul, every minor realm of difference was like a chasm apart, let alone for Void Refinement.

Cang Shun gazed deeply at that figure in dark robes with white hair, watching him stand with sword in hand, his bearing sharp and keen, like an unsheathed blade.

This was the bearing of the foremost sword cultivator of the younger generation in this world.

Like the first rising sun, or a bright moon hanging in the sky, casting all the realms into dimness by comparison.

—The next moment, towering black flames surged up, and a coffin hung high in the air, the black covering around it receding, revealing an ancient, weathered bronze surface.

The man with dark green hair soared into the air, his eyes blazing with a fierce, burning light.

"Heh... I say, today fortune favors me, my life is not meant to end here!"

These words fell like a divine decree, and the heavenly light suddenly dimmed, bronze blotting out the sun. An ancient bronze cauldron, vast enough to cover the sky, descended bearing an ancient, surging might, plunging everything within ten thousand zhang into darkness, blotting out all light!

Wu Hao soared upward, standing atop the ancient bronze cauldron, his power surging violently, returning once more to its peak!

Domain of the Path of Fortune!

The reason Void Refinement transcended Deity Transformation was precisely because, upon breaking through to Void Refinement, one could cultivate a Domain. Within the Domain, not only did one's cultivation surge, but one could also borrow part of heaven and earth's laws, like an immortal, ruling the sky with a single hand.

Wu Hao laughed wildly: "You've only stepped into Void Refinement for a mere few years. Come, let this one see your Domain!"

Chen Moqing's expression didn't change. He turned his head slightly, looking at Cang Shun beside him.

Cang Shun let out a light laugh, lifting his chin slightly.

【Just fight】

The Demon Emperor casually raised his hand, countless strands of divine power transforming into a vast sea of stars, flowing outward, unfurling a massive curtain of brilliant light covering the entire Qingluan Prefecture!

Sealing off an entire prefecture!

Cang Shun pressed his palm down again, and another layer of barrier unfurled, sealing off ten thousand zhang of land, cutting it off from the breath of heaven and earth.

Chen Moqing raised his hand, brushing through the snow white fur, a hint of a smile flickering in his eyes. He turned the edge of his long sword, pointing it far ahead at that mid Void Refinement cultivator enthroned upon the ancient bronze cauldron.

"Please, receive this strike of mine."

The ancient bronze cauldron pressed down, as if a colossal hand of heaven were dragging the entire sky down with it. Chen Moqing neither dodged nor retreated, meeting it with a single strike of his sword.

—A sword cultivator's Domain was none other than a sword formation!

The cold, clear silver white sword light descended, splitting the pitch black heavens in two, carving a blazing sword mark a thousand zhang long.

The next moment, ten thousand strands of sword light rose up with a roar, brilliant and fierce, ten thousand zhang of radiant light breaking through the clouds, like the colossal arm of an immortal's might, lifting up a sun whose brilliance would shine through the ages!

The strongest sword formation of the foremost prodigy of the Nine Thousand Prefectures, the one who slew demon gods and suppressed the Demon Abyss—Myriad Phenomena of All Heavens Formation!

To witness this single strike was to witness the heavens collapse, the world overturned! All phenomena, all heavens, contained within a single strike of the sword!

Cang Shun swayed his tail unhurriedly, thinking to himself, how beautiful.

This was true sword cultivation, both magnificent and substantial, gold on the outside, jade within.

He gazed at that white haired sword cultivator standing atop the magnificent, vast sea of swords, and suddenly found it hard to look away.

He thought to himself quietly, he looked very good too.

The cold, brilliant sword light tore through the ancient bronze cauldron, like the bright sun breaking through boundless darkness and chaos.

Wu Hao's figure flew backward, slamming into a wall of bronze, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face turning ashen with shock.

"Heh... a sword cultivator, truly does carry the fortune of the Heavenly Dao..."

His smile was mocking, yet it seemed to mock himself as well, and he slapped a palm against that bronze coffin.

The bronze coffin trembled violently, the sealed coffin lid slowly pushed open a narrow crack, gusts of yin wind blowing out. In an instant, dozens of spirits floated above the coffin, like banners of the underworld fluttering in the wind.

The aura they exuded all above Deity Transformation!

"Come and meet them, my sect's closest kin..."

Wu Hao gazed up at the sky, the corner of his mouth still curled in a smile, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

"Two thousand years ago, Xuanqiong Sect was still a renowned great sect, but just because they took in a disciple like me, born with nine fated spiritual roots, they suffered the calamity of total annihilation, the entire sect erased, with no one in later generations ever knowing of it!"

"The one who slaughtered my sect, was none other than your good master, Yu Bai!"

"Oh?" A cold glint flashed through Chen Moqing's eyes, and he raised an eyebrow slightly: "I don't mind you going to slaughter Tianshu Sect."

Wu Hao raised his hand, and a hundred meter tall, pitch black soul banner appeared at his side: "Heh... over a thousand years, I have gathered the life souls of ninety nine fated children. I'm only one short of being able to defy heaven and reverse fate, and bring my sect back into the world! And when that day comes, I'll bathe your Tianshu Sect in blood once more!"

On the wildly fluttering soul banner, countless ghostly faces rose and fell, tears of blood streaming from their eyes, letting out wave after wave of mournful wails. Some of these ghostly faces were coated with a faint golden glow, carrying a trace of the aura of heavenly destiny.

—A Ten Thousand Souls Banner forged from the lives of tens of thousands of people!

Chen Moqing: "You slaughtered tens of thousands of lives, also for the sake of revenge?"

Wu Hao seemed to have heard the greatest joke imaginable, and burst out laughing: "The lives of ants are as light as feathers, how could they compare to the lives of my sect! Could it be you wish to act in heaven's stead? Haha... did not the Chen Moqing of the past also bathe a sect of five hundred in blood! Just like me, both of us demonic cultivators deserving to be cut into a thousand pieces!"

Cang Shun's eyes turned cold, staring at this Void Refinement cultivator as if looking at someone already dead.

Chen Moqing smiled faintly.

"The way of the demonic cultivator is survival of the strongest, and so—" his sword's edge pointed directly at the enemy before him: "this battle, will decide life and death."

Wu Hao grinned savagely, his mouth twisting into a vicious smile: "Just as I wish!"

He waved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, ghostly spirits howling, the underworld manifesting in the world of the living!

With the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in hand, his combat power surged terrifyingly in this moment, leaping directly past mid and late Void Refinement, reaching great perfection of Void Refinement stage!

Half a step into Body Integration!

"How can the fortune of one person alone match the combined fortune of ten thousand people upon me!" Wu Hao's robes whipped wildly, as if a demon lord had descended into the world: "The Chen Moqing of the past, after today, will become the primary soul of this one's Ten Thousand Souls Banner!"

He pointed the soul banner at Cang Shun, laughing loudly: "You too, the same!"

Cang Shun: "......."

He didn't even look at that demonic cultivator, his gaze fixed only on Chen Moqing.

The young sword cultivator with white hair and black robes stood atop the dark, black sea of underworld souls, looking down at the countless wailing ghosts.

He turned his wrist, his sleeve sliding back over his pale wrist, his long fingers holding a talisman, slowly burning.

The faint light illuminated those deep, dark eyes, reflecting a bottomless cold abyss within his pupils, and within that abyss, countless unredeemed ghostly spirits.

He said: "This talisman is named, the Seven Emotions Ignition Talisman."

The young sword cultivator took another step forward, and an illusory great formation instantly spread out beneath his feet, connecting heaven and earth, its silver light blazing fiercely, sweeping across the sea of ten thousand souls.

"This array is named, the Great Dream of Floating Life Array."

In an instant, Wu Hao's spiritual sense shook violently.

Guilt, grief, despair... in an instant, countless violently amplified emotions surged forth, uncontrollably devouring his mind. Those feelings that had long been severed since he crossed into Nascent Soul reignited from their dead ashes, burning and surging out of control, transforming into a boundless sea of fire that engulfed him!

He stood frozen in place, two lines of cold tears suddenly streaming down. His trembling pupils reflected rows of spirits floating in the air, face after face, all from his sect of the past.

"Master... Senior Sister, Senior Brother..."

The figures from the past turned back, still bearing their old appearances, smiling and speaking to him: Junior Brother, come home.

At this moment, even this great expert with a thousand years of Void Refinement cultivation wept like a young boy.

...No!

In the span of a breath, the grief in Wu Hao's eyes receded like a retreating tide, leaving only fury.

The Seven Emotions Ignition, the Great Dream of Floating Life... all of this was false, all of it an illusion!

Wu Hao raised his hand, about to tear apart the false curtain before his eyes when, the next moment, his expression changed drastically once more.

Unable to move, as if falling into a bottomless abyss, unable to break free.

—The moment his thoughts had stirred just now, he had already taken one step into emptiness, falling into a ten thousand zhang cliff, completely falling into this array, with no strength left to turn the tide.

He had lost.

Wu Hao's pupils trembled slightly, as if countless emotions surged through him once more. His gaze settled back ahead, looking at the old phantoms of his sect. After a few breaths, he slowly began to smile.

"Truly unwilling to accept this, Master, this disciple was only one step..."

A single sword strike, descending from the vast sky.

...

The Void Refinement cultivator perished, his body destroyed and his Dao extinguished.

In Cang Shun's eyes, the young cultivator with white hair and dark robes hung suspended high in the sky, a silver array of flowing talismans beneath his feet flickering in and out of existence, real and unreal, hard to distinguish true from false, like a flower in a mirror, or the moon at the bottom of water.

Chen Moqing raised his hand, and the illusory silver formation contracted, transforming into something the size of a glazed cup, hovering between his fingers.

The Seven Emotions Ignition Talisman once gifted by Ling Xiao, combined with the Great Dream of Floating Life Array taught by Senior Liukong, talisman and array merging together, creating an entirely new talisman formation array of his own design.

This talisman formation array was named Mist Flower Mirror Moon, capable of trapping someone in an illusory phantom, unable to distinguish true from false, unable to tell life from death.

The array of "Unseen Dawn" disappeared, his Void Refinement cultivation dissipating like mist and smoke, his spiritual power running dry. Chen Moqing closed his eyes, his figure swaying slightly.

A great mass of fluffy fur wrapped around him, a powerful snow white tail sweeping him onto the broad back of the massive demon beast.

Chen Moqing sat in the fluffy snow white clouds of fur, and was just about to stroke that soft fur when he saw Cang Shun turn his head, looking at him with a somewhat strange expression.

Chen Moqing stroked the Demon Emperor's fur against the grain: "What's wrong?"

Cang Shun said nothing.

Whether it was Dawn of the Path, the Great Dream of Floating Life, or Unseen Dawn, any of these great formation arrays, once this human had seen them, sensing the array's flow of spiritual power, he could master and replicate them.

In that battle just now, the array path, the talisman path, and the sword path three methods, all combined in a single person.

Both sword technique and dual cultivation paths excelled and shone brightly. Looking across the entire Nine Thousand Prefectures, he was the foremost in all of history.

Cang Shun's gaze passed over that frost white hair, his eyes dimming slightly.

Such a human prodigy, unmatched in all of time, had been pushed off a cliff by his own sect, and had nearly truly perished from this world.

A hundred years old for a human cultivator was so young, he should have been dazzling and brilliant, full of youthful spirit.

His slender tail reached toward Chen Moqing's waist, rubbing against him gently again and again. That great mass of fluffy fur also arched up slightly, enclosing him within its thick, soft fur.

Chen Moqing raised his hand, stroking the Demon Emperor's tail that had come up against his chest. His spiritual sense stirred, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and Wu Hao's storage pouch flew before him.

His spiritual power had already run dry, so he temporarily stored the Ten Thousand Souls Banner away in the storage pouch, planning to release these ten thousand souls for rebirth once he had recovered.

He stroked a few more times, practiced and familiar, the great mass of fluffy fur that kept nudging against him: "Would Your Majesty the Demon Emperor please erase the traces of this place."

This great array, "Unseen Dawn," had a special property: returning to a past state meant the power held there belonged entirely to the past, not interfering with the present so the Chenjie Sword Intent he had summoned just now had not affected the Chenjie of the present, and would not be noticed by Tianshu Sect.

Once the great array ended, the sword aura he had left behind dissipated along with it. The outside world would be unable to sense his presence from the remnants of this battle, but still, an extra layer of insurance was always more reliable.

Cang Shun let out a "hmph", saying: 【Such a small matter】

After speaking, he curled his tail and swept it across Chen Moqing's robes: 【Your spiritual power hasn't recovered yet, leave everything to me】

Chen Moqing patted this Demon Emperor's head: "Good kitty."

Cang Shun: "??"

He turned his head in annoyance, meeting those dark eyes that held a hint of teasing amusement.

He looked for one second, two seconds.

Then said nothing more.

Wordlessly, he raised his head, rubbing against the palm of this human whose smile looked very nice.

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