The Fire Dragon Magical Sword, formed from the Five Elements True Fire, flared with a rising blaze, looking just like a real fire dragon. The True Fire was scorching, and it carried the unique, sharp intent of a Sword Cultivator, almost setting the very air ablaze.

Under the impetus of Yang Jing’s Magical Power, it directly shattered the ceaselessly howling gang wind.

The gang wind that Sima Peng spirit-bound was the Nine Breath Gang Wind, a wind that howls endlessly in the upper atmosphere of the Nine Heavens World. This wind was incomparably sharp, similar to a Sword Cultivator’s Sword Gang, but it also possessed an Abnormal Power. A tiny clump of it could generate a continuous stream of gang wind to attack enemies.

Although the howling gang wind was shattered with one blow, it was endless, constantly managing to tie down the Fire Dragon Magical Sword.

Yang Jing raised an eyebrow. The Nine Breath Gang Wind alone definitely couldn’t do this. He looked at Sima Peng, wondering whether to attribute it to the mysterious power of the Cyan Sparrow Ring Magical Treasure or the sheer strength of Sima Peng’s own Magical Power.

While Yang Jing was merely a little surprised, Sima Peng was already horrified.

Just now, when he had spirit-bound the Nine Breath Gang Wind to meet the Fire Dragon Magical Sword in a straightforward clash, a brutish Giant Power had traveled along the gang wind and struck the Cyan Sparrow Ring, making it difficult for him to even hold on to the ring.

This was the Shock Character Sword Technique of Sword Cultivators, which used incomparably fierce Sword Qi to concuss enemies, injuring them from a distance with vibrations.

After Yang Jing acquired the Power Control Qi Magic, the might of this technique had immediately surged.

Sima Peng’s refined Magical Treasure, the Cyan Sparrow Ring, had been infused with the True Blood of the Ancient True Spirit, the Cyan Sparrow, and had the Eight Wind Treasure Prohibition refined into it. It was an Uppermost Grade Magical Treasure. If not for his Celestial Spirit Root of the Wind Attribute, he would have been completely unqualified to possess such a Magical Treasure.

If the ring hadn’t been so innately wondrous, it might have been sent flying by the shock.

Even though he was prepared for the heavy sword momentum, the Five Elements True Fire on the Fire Dragon Magical Sword melted through the Nine Breath Gang Wind and faintly transmitted its heat to Sima Peng’s body, giving him the illusion that his insides were being incinerated.

Yang Jing’s True Yang Body was complete and his physical body was sturdy, so he naturally wouldn’t be harmed from a distance by the opponent’s gang wind. It was rare for him to meet an opponent of similar Cultivation and equal strength, and the will to fight surged within him.

He focused all of his spirit, casting aside his previous disdain for Sima Peng. His mind became a clear, empty slate, his five senses sharpened, and he dedicated his entire being to facing his enemy.

Sima Peng suddenly felt a hidden Giant Power swell within the howling fire dragon, intent on cleaving through the Nine Breath Gang Wind to strike him down directly.

Just as hesitation crept into his heart and he was debating whether to fight or flee, he suddenly felt something shatter within his Divine Soul. A mysterious, cool energy abruptly surged out from his Divine Soul and merged with his Magical Power.

Aided by this cool energy, Sima Peng’s Magical Power immediately began to skyrocket. Moreover, this energy even seemed to possess the wondrous ability to communicate with heaven and earth, allowing him to faintly grasp the pulse of the spiritual winds between them.

’I broke through in the middle of a battle!’

This was the first thought that rose in Sima Peng’s mind, followed by a wave of ecstasy.

Breaking through mid-battle was usually the exclusive domain of peerless geniuses. He never thought that he, Sima Peng, would actually manage it under Yang Jing’s pressure.

But, lost in his ecstasy, he was completely unaware that his own temperament was becoming increasingly alien.

However, the Venerable who was secretly observing the battle thought grimly, ’This is bad. The Primordial Seed has clearly hatched ahead of schedule.’ This seed was the essence of the White God. A Ming Fei would serve the White God and, using the Mingfei Joyful Method to commune with him, could receive a Primordial Seed into her Divine Soul.

The Primordial Seed fed on the seven passions and six desires of the Ming Fei. Each Primordial Seed had vastly different preferences for temperaments. If it favored anger, it would cause the Ming Fei to be constantly enraged. If it favored fear, it would induce the deepest fears in the Ming Fei’s heart, keeping her in a state of constant terror.

The Mages in the White Temple would use various Rituals to serve the Primordial Seed, making blood-sacrifices out of moist intestines, hearts, livers, and stomach sacs to nourish it.

Only at the very end, when all the Spiritual Essence within the Ming Fei’s Divine Soul had been completely drained, would the Primordial Seed ripen and fall from the vine, bursting out of the Ming Fei’s body to become a new Divine Being.

All the great noble families under the rule of the White Temple in the Primordial Storage Realm would send the most talented young women of their clans to the White Temple to serve as the White God’s Ming Fei. Then, they would welcome the newborn Divine Being back to their territory to be worshipped, so it could defend against the nearly endless Outer Gods and Wild Gods of the Primordial Storage Realm.

Although these incubated Household Gods required constant human sacrifices, they were far better than the Outer Gods and Wild Gods, who could destroy an entire region at a whim and were starved for blood-sacrifices and Spiritual Essence.

After Sima Peng arrived on the Western Continent, he had become increasingly jealous, bloodthirsty, and autocratic. This was the work of the Primordial Seed in his Divine Soul.

The Venerable secretly prayed to the White God, hoping that with the Primordial Seed’s help, Sima Peng could quickly defeat Yang Jing. That would give him a chance to use a Secret Technique to force the Primordial Seed back into slumber.

If they were exposed under the noses of those Nascent Soul Cultivators for too long, the anomaly would inevitably be discovered.

As for Yang Jing defeating Sima Peng, in his view, it was completely impossible.

For the sake of a better invasion of the Nine Heavens World, the Primordial Seeds planted by the White God during communion were all of the uppermost, deep-rooted grade. Before entering the Nine Heavens World, they were even served with Celestial Dances, blood-sacrifices, and wondrous music.

If not for this, it would have been impossible to silently implant one into the Divine Soul of someone like Sima Peng—a noble scion from the Nine Heavens World with a superior Cultivation Technique and a profound foundation.

BOOM!

The Nine Breath Gang Wind, which had been continuously shattered and ablated by the Fire Dragon Magical Sword, suddenly erupted like a spring compressed to its limit.

Blown by this ferocious Nine Breath Gang Wind, the brilliant Five Elements True Fire flickered like a candle in the wind, on the verge of being extinguished.

Sima Peng fully unleashed the might of the Cyan Sparrow Ring, which transformed directly into a Cyan Sparrow made of Nine Breath Gang Wind. With a beat of its wings, it moved as fast as lightning. In an instant, it appeared before Yang Jing, its sharp talons, capable of shattering gold and jade, clawing at his head.