Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 982 - 356: Probing Exchange, Protector Golden Roc (Part 2)

Unexpectedly, the greatest obstacle didn't come from the Heavenly Will of the Great Universe itself, but from deep within the Federation, the young man who once called himself the Heavenly Blade.

"Enough with the chatter."

At this moment, a deep, indifferent voice resounded, like a cloud hanging from the sky, stirring boundless murderous intent.

This voice seemed omnipresent, and the instant it sounded, it spread into the minds of all beings and spirits, covering the endless starlit sky.

In just an instant.

The Star Space fell silent.

All sounds between Heaven and Earth ceased, deathly silent like a grave.

The red-haired Daoist reached out and grasped a Killing Sword, nonchalantly swinging it forward.

Under this sword, everything between Heaven and Earth was as if held tightly by an infinite hand, unable to move a fraction, only waiting for slaughter!

With this sword, there was a intent to freeze space and time, slashing toward the united territory of the Federation below.

Just as the sword light, full of endless killing intent, was about to fall, a blade light as fiery as an invasion and as swift as thunder suddenly appeared!

One blade split the Heaven and Earth vertically, with an intense fiery intention surging within, causing the red-haired Daoist's gaze to flicker slightly.

"Unyielding Heroic Blade, cutting karma and self?"

Among the four radiant spiritual lights, from one of them, a Divine emerged... a hero?

With a single breath, like becoming another person, the statue atop the altar for ages suddenly had a human touch, transforming from a calm God into a "young man."

Spirited and full of heroic bearing, with a heroic demeanor.

He reached out and grasped a narrow blade, with heroism as the handle, and Heroic Qi as the edge.

The All Saints watching across the realms didn't expect that the first to strike from the Yanhuang Federation was Yang Qingshan.

He was the last ranked among the seven of the Federation, and in Sword Skill, was overshadowed by both Qin Tianfeng and He Donghuang.

But seeing today, everyone was slightly amazed.

Could his Sword Skill from ten thousand years ago have the vigor of today?

Silent for ten thousand years, he should have made no progress, yet he managed to cultivate this heroic spirit.

The red-haired Daoist said coldly: "Without a Divine Weapon in hand, and you dare stand out?"

The narrow blade was extremely long, its shine like water, as Yang Qingshan dragged his sword with a steady step.

Wuzhou squinted in a smile, commenting: "He's fighting to the death."

With their eyesight, the two could naturally tell Yang Qingshan's current state.

Ten thousand years ago, the Four fled into the Divine Dao, preserving their Fruit Position while ensuring the Federation would not fall into the Spirit Ocean.

But the cost was never advancing again.

Speaking of stepping into the realm of the True Saint, all Dao Power would stall, even overcoming Ten Thousand Tribulations wouldn't increase it in the slightest.

Yet at this moment, Yang Qingshan's burning inner heroic spirit, under the blessing of the Cosmic Heavenly Will, was roaring like fire.

"To the death?"

The red-haired Daoist flicked his fingers lightly, boundless karma, and billions of resentments turned into crimson chains, mocking as he said,

"This is the evil karma of all beings made manifest, can your heroic blade cut through it all? You..."

The words abruptly stopped.

A fiery blade's shadow flashed across the red-haired Daoist's eyes.

Yang Qingshan lifted his head; the Four Demons were supreme, towering over all beings' heads, unchanged even after invading this realm.

...

Deep within the Four Guardian Stars

In an expansive sea, a Chaos Green Lotus took root, reaching the sky and connecting to the earth, towering into the clouds, holding Taoist Qinglian within the lotus flower.

He sighed.

Ten thousand years ago, Yang Qingshan was bound by circumstances, one blade not drawn, had to be seated on the altar, thus severing his Enlightenment Path, with no more opportunities for progress thereafter...

He knew well how long Yang Qingshan had been holding this blade within.

Only, the gap of realm and Dao Power cannot be chased with mere spirit...

...

The Killing Sword clanged, ear-piercing, in terms of killing intent, it was unmatched in the world, the sword body as red as if the God's blood flowed, terrifying and awe-inspiring.

The intersection of three sword lights revealed scenes of life devastation, mountains of corpses, and extinction of stars!

Under the sword light.

The blade light shattered, the blade of Heroism shattered.

Countless citizens of the Federation who witnessed this scene showed their worry.

But neither Wuzhou nor the All Saints watching across the realm harbored any contempt.

Because this blade had already forced the red-haired Daoist to release three Killing Swords.

According to historical records, the last time Death Demon released all four swords, a True Saint was slain.

Wuzhou's smile slightly faded, if all four possessed such Combat Power Transformation, coupled with Mu Shitian possibly hiding in the shadows, or remnants of He Donghuang's powers...

This battle isn't just troublesome.

But a hard battle, even for them.

Yang Qingshan's clothes were bloodstained, the heroic spirit of ten thousand years scattering between Heaven and Earth, like a new form of liberation, bringing an unprecedented atmosphere to Heaven and Earth, indescribable, yet flooding and filling the Cang Ming.

He casually spat, expelling blood foam, not showing dejection, instead, there was a kind of relief, that finally this blade was unleashed.

The red-haired Daoist remained expressionless, reaching for the fourth Killing Sword.

This person's accumulated heroic spirit of ten thousand years scattered, yet by this condensed an indestructible heroic heart.

If not for their plan's success ten thousand years ago, today might have seen the rise of a True Saint.

"You, are rather unfortunate." The red-haired Daoist shook his head, "You should have soared upwards to prove the indestructible Sacred Path, but even if you don't die by my sword today, you will never have the chance to advance further." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The Heavenly Demon Wuzhou sensed that there seemed to be some subtle changes in the world.

But with his perspective, it was difficult to fathom for the moment.

"He's back, why bother with a dead man."

This voice rang out.

All heavens fell silent.

Even those supreme creatures, or even Wuzhou's Three Demons.

Walking out from the spiritual light was the second figure, surprisingly Marshal Ke Qingxiu, who looked at Yang Qingshan, who had undergone a form of liberation, enkindled and scattered the Federation's path, and spoke faintly: