pertwk Chapter 27: Ascending to Immortality After Slaying Demons and Monsters
Chapter 27: Ascending to Immortality After Slaying Demons and Monsters
"He's a sword immortal!"
"A sword immortal from our Shu region!!" A local resident exclaimed from the crowd, his voice trembling with excitement. Shu has been known for its legends of chivalrous sword immortals since ancient times, and witnessing the scene of sword energy soaring into the sky and one person forming an array, the ancient memories deeply rooted in their blood seemed to be awakened.
Countless onlookers gazed up at the sky, awestruck by the unimaginable spectacle. As far as the eye could see, the world seemed to consist of only two colors: the blazing crimson flames that consumed all things, and the golden sword light that cut through everything.
At the core of the sword formation, the figure in blue and white robes was slowly rising into the air.
As he ascended, countless golden sword shadows behind him, beneath his feet, and throughout the void enveloped by the sword formation, resonated with a clear, melodious sound! It wasn't the friction of metal against metal, but the celestial music of rules and killing intent resonating. The next moment, as if guided by an invisible hand, the myriad swords converged into a golden torrent, surging upwards, piercing through the low-hanging thick clouds and billowing dust, its power seemingly capable of tearing a hole in the heavens!
"fall."
A single word uttered softly, yet it carried the weight of a military order.
The vast, seemingly endless stream of golden swords turned sharply, as if cascading from the Milky Way, rushing towards Norton, who was suspended in the air! Wherever the swords passed, the air was cut into countless fine white streaks, emitting an extremely sharp whistling sound.
Norton roared, his ferocious longsword, Pride, swirling into a destructive storm. Flames roared from the blade, forming walls of fire and blade energy, attempting to block the terrifying torrent of sword energy.
Ding ding ding—!!
The dense, indistinguishable sounds of impact merged into a deafening metallic storm. Sword energy clashed, annihilated, and exploded with flames and blade aura. Every shattered golden sword shadow unleashed a burst of sharp sword light; every extinguished flame was accompanied by a hissing sound of energy.
Under the sheer force of sheer numbers and overwhelming energy, Norton was forced to retreat by the golden torrent! His fiery domain was constantly compressed and torn apart, and he was forcibly pushed back from the city to the turbulent river! Sword energy, like a waterfall, struck his hastily formed fire shield, exploding into a shower of light that made it difficult for him to raise his head and retaliate.
The swordsman, riding the surging torrent of sword energy like a dragon, followed closely behind! His robes fluttered, like a legendary sword immortal descending to earth, a stark contrast to the Flame King who was suppressed by the sword flow.
"roar--!"
Below on the river, the bronze dragon, tightly bound by the steel dragon, let out an anxious roar. Ignoring the tearing and biting of the dragon's claws, it suddenly exerted its strength, bracing itself amidst bursts of sparks and metal fragments, and forcefully broke free of its restraints. Raising its massive head, it lunged fiercely at Zhou Yi above the torrent of sword energy! Its gaping maw seemed poised to devour him along with the endless sword energy!
"combine."
Faced with this sudden attack, Zhou Yi remained calm and uttered only one word.
In an instant, the seemingly scattered, surging golden sword stream suddenly condensed inward! Countless sword shadows merged and overlapped with each other, their brilliance receding and their energy collapsing. In a flash, they transformed into a colossal sword of light that reached the heavens and stood tall! The sword's body was as solid as if it were cast from pure gold, with liquid-like runes flowing across its surface. Its mere existence caused the surrounding space to groan under its strain.
The giant sword took shape without stopping, and as Zhou Yi's gaze shifted slightly, it unleashed a simple and unadorned horizontal slash in mid-air!
There was no sound of wind, no explosions. Only a perfect, thin, golden arc, as delicate as a cicada's wing, silently swept across the space.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment.
next moment--
The bronze dragon pouncing towards them, and the steel dragon relentlessly pursuing them, attempting to coil around them again, both froze simultaneously. A smooth, mirror-like cut slowly appeared on the waist of both dragons.
Boom!!!
The two giant dragons' bodies slid and collapsed along the cut surface, turning into countless bronze fragments and black iron filings, mixed with the still-burning energy turbulence, crashing into the river like two metal mountains, stirring up a hundred-meter-high wave!
One sword, and two dragons are severed!
The offensive continued! After slaying the two dragons, the greatsword's momentum barely diminished. As Zhou Yi pressed down, the horizontal slash turned into a vertical chop, carrying the residual force of the dragons' destruction, and slashed down at Norton, who had just regained his footing amidst the onslaught of the sword flow! This sword strike was meant to cleave the Dragon King and this entire river region in two!
"Insects...how dare you presume to do so!!!"
Norton was utterly enraged, the flames in his golden eyes almost bursting forth. The threat of death and the dignity of a king compelled him to hold nothing back.
"Wake up, my servant!"
A roar seemed to awaken a sleeping evil spirit.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Six sharp, soul-tearing cries erupted from the void behind Norton! The remaining six swords of different shapes—[Envy], [Sloth], [Greed], [Pride], [Lust], and [Gluttony]—simultaneously broke free from his control and floated into the air.
Their shapes began to twist and swell, and the ancient, mottled metal surfaces emerged with lifelike pulsations and scales. The fierce and tyrannical dragon's might, like a tangible black tide, surged wildly from every weapon!
"roar--!!!"
It was no longer the trembling of swords and blades, but a real dragon roar containing different negative wills!
Under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, the six swords transformed into six terrifying dragons with ferocious forms and distinct auras!
[Jealousy] transforms into a shadowy dragon, its form elusive, carrying a chilling, viscous malice that seems capable of corroding the soul;
[Sloth] transformed into a stone dragon as large as a mountain, its movements seemingly slow, yet its body carried a heavy domain of solidified space;
[Greed] transformed into a multi-headed demonic dragon, its numerous heads roaring, its eyes filled only with an endless desire to devour;
[Gluttony] Transforms into a formless black hole dragon, distorting and obliterating even light wherever it passes;
[Lust] transforms into a demonic dragon, its scales reflecting a mesmerizing light and emitting a bewitching fluctuation;
[Pride] transforms into a blazing fire dragon, its form most similar to Norton's original form, purely composed of tyrannical flames and the will of pride!
Six "alchemy dragons," forged from the blood and authority of the Dragon King and of the next generation, roared and tore through space, biting, crashing, and entwining at the golden giant sword that was slashing down from above from different directions!
They are no longer inanimate objects, but terrifying living weapons that possess part of the Dragon King's will and power!
At this moment, even the heavens and earth changed color. Flame, shadow, gravity, devouring, illusion, pure force and arrogance... six forces approaching the level of rules collided violently with the golden greatsword that annihilated all laws!
"A prince of the lowest second-generation of the six-headed bloodline?!" Professor Mans's voice was hoarse.
Caesar's "Kamaitachi" completely malfunctioned, thrown into chaos by the raging dragon's might and the clash of rules. He could only rely on his eyesight, staring intently at the devastating center of the collision, his face pale.
Chu Zihang's golden eyes almost burned, and his body trembled slightly from instinctive fear. The aura emanating from each of the six conceptual dragons sent a frantic warning through his dragon blood.
Lu Mingfei plopped down on the deck, muttering, "This...this final boss in the dungeon even has a second transformation? That's cheating!"
Chen Motong gripped Su Qian tightly, his knuckles turning white, but his gaze could not leave the figure standing on the sword light, facing the seven dragons.
"Alchemy weapon... fully released form." Bai Shanglu's voice was more solemn than ever before. The power of each of the opponent's weapons was comparable to that of the Dragon Slayer Platform. What was unimaginable was that the opponent had six such weapons, no, seven!
"Can we win...?"
Nuwa's exquisite face was icy cold as she spoke into the earpiece, "Immediately notify the Purple Gold Pavilion to activate the highest level of observation and defense plans. The aftershocks of this level of battle could break through the sword formation's barrier at any moment." Her golden vertical pupils reflected the apocalyptic scene in the sky. "Both sides are about to fight to the death."
"The fighter jets and fleet are in position and ready to launch a full-scale attack." A calm and capable voice came from the other end of the headset, signaling the official intervention of the military.
Around the world, behind the scenes, observers gasped and gasped in astonishment across countless encrypted channels. The energy reading dials in front of analysts pulsed wildly, constantly breaking historical records. Within ancient hybrid families, forbidden records, long sealed away, concerning the true terror of the Bronze and Fire King, were urgently accessed. Everyone realized that the battle had entered a new, even more uncontrollable phase.
Ordinary people couldn't see the details of the energy flow, but they could clearly see the sky being torn into countless pieces—golden sword light, black shadows, crimson flames, distorted gloom, and mesmerizing colored light… all sorts of celestial phenomena beyond comprehension intertwined, collided, and annihilated wildly. The tremors came from beneath their feet, the air seemed to moan, and a sense of insignificance and fear, stemming from the instinct of life and the crushing power of a higher being, gripped everyone's heart. Many people unconsciously knelt on the ground, as if witnessing divine punishment, or perhaps the birth of a new god.
The sky had been transformed into a primal and brutal killing field of rules. The golden giant sword fought against six opponents, its sword energy clashing fiercely with the six conceptual dragon breaths. The continuous bursts of light from the explosions tore apart the clouds for dozens of miles around, revealing the dark cosmic starry sky behind them.
Above the river, the domains of flame and sword light clashed fiercely. Norton's flaming battle blade, radiating a destructive aura, faced off against Zhou Yi, who stood atop a golden torrent, his robes billowing in the wind. Their gazes pierced through the chaotic energy currents, colliding once more.
This time, there was no room for probing in the air, only the purest killing intent, icy cold and scorching hot.
And only thirty seconds remain until the "one minute" announced by the I Ching.
The countdown begins, ticking silently.
Zhou Yi suddenly let go.
The "Three Truths and Myriad Laws Sword" that he had been holding in his hand flew out, transforming into a pure golden rainbow that disappeared into the golden giant sword that was fighting with the six conceptual dragons in front of him.
The towering golden sword suddenly disintegrated, transforming back into the vast and boundless torrent of golden sword energy. But this time, the torrent did not disperse; instead, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, it all converged, compressed, and poured into that golden rainbow—the true form of the Three Truths Myriad Laws Sword—without reservation!
The sword emitted a humming sound, both overwhelmed and excited, as if it were about to tear apart.
Zhou Yi stood in the void, one hand held upright in front of his chest with fingers pointing like a sword, eyes slightly closed, softly chanting: "Three Truths, Penetrating the Profound and Re-transforming!"
The Three Truths Dharma Gate Great Divine Power is not a direct attack, but the ultimate in assistance. It can be applied to any of one's own talismans, Dharma bodies, and magic treasures, greatly reducing the consumption of mana in a short period of time while multiplying the power of the laws contained within them!
Om-! ! !
A deep, resonant sound echoed throughout the heavens and earth, as if the strings of rules had been plucked violently.
The next instant, the Three Truths Myriad Laws Sword, which had gathered endless sword energy, suddenly shone brightly! It was not a simple increase in brightness, but rather the conceptual powers it contained, such as "severing," "breaking," "sharpness," and "immortality," multiplied dramatically, like dry wood thrown into a raging fire!
Zhou Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and there was no longer any distinction between the whites and pupils in his eyes, only a pure golden radiance that was so intense that it was almost unbearable to look directly at him, as if two miniature suns were burning deep within his pupils.
"cut."
No goal, just one word.
In an instant, the world lost its color, and all sounds fell silent.
All the onlookers—whether elites aboard the Moniach, observers in distant high-rises, or ordinary people isolated on the other side of "reality"—felt as if their vision was being completely filled with an unparalleled, blinding golden light! It was not a single beam of light, but countless, layered, sword-like streaks of light that were moving to the limit of time perception. They seemed to be frantically "slashing" across everything in their field of vision, cutting through space, separating energy, and severing cause and effect!
There was no sound, because the medium through which sound traveled had been shattered by the sword light; there was no color, because the entire spectrum was covered by that pure gold; there was not even a sense of "process," as if everything in between had been "cut" away from the moment the light shone until it ended.
It's just a fleeting moment, or perhaps a long instant.
The light suddenly receded and dissipated.
In the sky, the six ferocious, roaring concept dragons, exuding a terrifying aura of rules, had vanished without a trace.
Instead, there was a colossal golden sword that stretched across the sky, its blade ancient and gleaming with a liquid-like sheen. And on its broad, plaza-like spine, six enormous dragon heads of various shapes were strung together!
The shadow of envy, the petrification of sloth, the multiple heads of greed, the nothingness of gluttony, the illusion of lust, the blazing fire of pride... Although the six dragon heads had lost their vitality, they still retained a terrifying pressure and a ferocious unwillingness. They were pierced through by that giant sword like spoils of war and nailed to the void!
A figure stood alone at the hilt of the Sword of Judgment, his blue and white robes billowing wildly in the aftershocks of energy. He formed a sword incantation with one hand, pointing downwards, his face calm and expressionless, only the golden light in his eyes gradually fading, returning to its deep depths.
And directly below him, on the surface of the river.
Norton knelt on one knee on the surface of the boiling river, his flaming battle blade shattering into sparks. His magnificent bronze armor was riddled with deep, crisscrossing sword wounds, and golden dragon blood, like molten gold, continuously gushed from his wounds, dripping into the river with a hissing sound and rising in large plumes of white mist. Six dim streaks of light—the six swords [Seven Deadly Sins] reverted to their original forms—flew back with mournful cries, hovering listlessly beside him, their brilliance extinguished.
In that fleeting moment beyond perception, on a scale of time and space incomprehensible to ordinary people, the two had already clashed swords 113,760 times! Each collision was a battle of authority and law. He was outmaneuvered.
This single move has determined the outcome of the battle.
"Damn it... Constantine!!!" Norton roared in a low voice, filled with endless hatred and resentment. This roar was not directed at the enemy in front of him, but rather a lament for fate, for the past, and for the brothers who could not stand by his side.
Zhou Yi looked down at him, his voice coming through the void, calm and undisturbed: "As expected of the most skilled warrior among the first generation of monarchs, but in the end, I am still a step ahead."
"If your skills stop here, then please accept the next move." He slightly adjusted the direction of his raised sword finger, locking onto Norton.
"Traitor!!!"
Norton suddenly roared to the sky, and from beneath his shattered armor, an unprecedentedly intense light erupted from his chest! That light was not fire, but the core of some ancient, more essential alchemical matrix, symbolizing "original sin" and "judgment"!
The seven swords floating beside him simultaneously emitted an extremely sharp tremor, burning their last bit of spiritual light with reckless abandon, transforming into seven streams of light of different colors that flowed into Norton's body.
A vast, complex, and soul-crushing dark red alchemical domain, capable of causing one's soul to sink at a glance, suddenly unfolded around him! Within the domain, countless struggling and wailing dragon phantoms, ancient blood-red runes, and twisted totems symbolizing the seven original sins appeared.
He stretched out his hand, still dripping with golden dragon blood, as if to grasp the sins and punishments of the entire world, and uttered the final and most terrifying sacred words—words of judgment etched into the history of the dragon race and the ultimate taboo of alchemy:
"The day I return to the world..."
"Those traitors..."
"They shall all die!!!"
The ultimate alchemical realm of sin and punishment is fully activated!
This is not the power of words; it is an absolute annihilation of all concepts of "rebels," fueled by the Dragon King's authority and the very essence of life, and ignited by the Seven Deadly Sins! The dark red light devours light, sound, and energy, spreading unstoppably towards the Book of Changes and towards all existences containing the concept of "rebellion" in all directions, eroding and judging them!
And at the same time that destructive judgment rises, on the hilt of the sword.
Faced with this all-consuming "Sin and Punishment" domain, Zhou Yi's expression finally changed slightly; it was a kind of... calmness as if he had finally waited for the final round.
His sword fingers, which he had been holding together, were no longer pointing at Norton, but instead he made a light slash towards the boundless void beside him.
A faint voice replaced the sword's cry, resounding throughout this world shrouded in dragon's might and punishment:
"Slaying demons and monsters...at the moment of ascension!"
The Great Divine Power of Penglai Island is no ordinary technique. It involves burning one's own magical power and understanding of the laws to instantly elevate one's essence, energy, and spirit to the theoretically achievable peak, and then unleashing one's ultimate attack!
The Three Truths Myriad Laws Sword emitted a clear, resonant cry that pierced the heavens and the earth. The six dragon heads strung along its blade instantly transformed into the purest "law-breaking" resources, merging into the sword's body. The power of the Profound Transformation, the sword energy of the Scattered King Sword Formation, the will to sever everything, the determination to destroy all laws... all fused into one!
A sword fell.
Heaven and earth fell silent in shock!
Time lost its meaning, and space blurred its boundaries. The all-consuming crimson domain of "Sin and Punishment," before the blade of the Three Truths Myriad Laws Sword, was like snow meeting boiling oil, emitting a silent wail as it melted and disintegrated inch by inch!
The sword pierced through Norton's last barrier of flames without any hindrance, through his golden eyes burning with resentment and anger, through his supposedly immortal first-generation body, and through the Dragon King's heart that had been pounding for millions of years in his chest.
There was no explosion, no dazzling light effects.
Only a faint "crack," as if something had shattered completely and returned to eternity, echoed deep within the souls of those possessing dragon blood or high-spirited beings.
The dark red area dissipated like a faded curtain.
The Seven Deadly Sins let out a final lament, their spiritual light extinguished completely, and they fell into the river like ordinary iron.
Norton's figure froze on the surface of the river. He lowered his head, as if trying to see the non-existent wound on his chest. The flame in his eyes quickly dimmed and died out, eventually turning into two pools of silent ashes that could not reflect any light.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only a wisp of golden dust drifted away in the wind.
The golden giant sword that stretched across the sky slowly faded and dissipated, along with the six pierced, ferocious dragon head phantoms, returning to nothingness as if it had never existed. Only the lingering, skin-piercing sharp sword intent in the air and the pale golden dragon blood dust drifting on the river surface silently proved that the unimaginable mythical battle just now was not an illusion.
Amidst countless gazes filled with awe, reverence, bewilderment, and reluctance, this earth-shattering, mind-blowing battle finally came to an end.
"One minute, just right." Chen Motong murmured softly, gazing at the river, seemingly speaking to no one in particular.
In the eastern sky, the inky blackness quietly faded, giving way to a faint, pale white. The morning light struggled to penetrate the still-unsettled turbulent energy currents and suspended dust, casting dappled patterns on the scarred yet miraculously intact surface of the river and its banks. The broken waves gradually subsided, and rising steam diffused into a pale golden mist in the dim light.
In the middle of the river, Zhou Yi's figure slowly descended from the void, his toes lightly touching the water, stepping onto the gently rippling surface as if walking on flat ground. A low, satisfied murmur came from his sleeve, and the "Three Truths Myriad Laws Sword" transformed into a gentle golden stream of light, quietly disappearing into the depths of his sleeve, concealing all its sharpness.
The color drained from his face, leaving a faint pallor. The overwhelming sword intent and blazing golden light that had surrounded him had completely subsided. His blue and white robes swayed gently in the fading energy ripples, tinged with dust and lingering golden light, his posture serene. At this moment, he looked no different from any other young man, as if the peerless figure who had just slain dragons and gods, whose sword had cleaved heaven and earth, was merely a fleeting dream amidst the turmoil of the crowd.
Only the pale golden waters in the heart of the river, stained with dragon blood and slowly spreading, and the lingering, soul-chilling aura of the laws still permeating the air, silently testified to how real and cruel everything that had just happened was.
A long wind swept through the broken clouds, emitting a hollow wail, blowing towards the gradually brightening horizon in the distance.
The King of Bronze and Fire has fallen!
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
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