Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone-Chapter 854 - 667: Starfall Grotto Heaven Trembles

Lu Xuanji drew his long saber and struck out.

The Nine-Colored Long Saber shimmered, operating the [Mysteries of the Celestial Blade]. With one stroke, life and death cycled, space-time ebbed and flowed, stars were born and perished, time moved forward, cause and effect altered, destruction and slaughter surged.

From drawing the blade to swinging it in an attack, the speed was extremely fast, performed in one seamless action, seemingly turned into instinct.

The long blade was incredibly sharp, cutting through everything in its path.

Bang! Bang!

The clash of blades carried no superfluous embellishments, only the simplest of hacks, a collision of raw power.

Yet the Golden Lion Ancestor silently exclaimed, "This is bad!"

Under this stroke, his magical power collapsed, as if a wooden blade was meeting a steel one.

The Mysteries were also crumbling, like a thousand miles swept away.

His arm went numb, almost instinctively wanting to retreat.

But the Golden Lion Ancestor thought of the city behind him, of his clan members. What was initially a feeling of dread turned extraordinarily courageous. The fear, dread, anxiety, trepidation, and agitation all dissipated, leaving only the resolve to move forward, to fight for the race.

To battle for survival.

"Human race prodigy, I am not your equal, but I also lack the heart to fight... Take my first saber, to question the worldly path!"

With the change in the Golden Lion Ancestor's mental realm, his aura surged, his magical power infused into the long saber. The once-dull Divine Saber now brightened, like a rising bright moon, with boundless worldly aura rolling in, as if to transform into a myriad of mortal states.

The magical power consumed fiercely, the silver light on the long saber grew brighter, the light focused into a single stream, transforming into a silver string that sliced down directly.

This stroke not only contained physical attacks that could tear apart the enemy's flesh and divine soul, but also questioned the enemy's mental realm, transforming into an attack on the Daoxin.

In an instant, it swept down like snow filling the sky.

In a daze, Lu Xuanji seemed to return to his youth, back when his parents were alive, when his brother was still there, his wife was still there, and his son was still there. There were many, many relatives back then, the worldly emotions, kinship, friendship, and love intertwined.

Scenes from the past appeared in his memory.

Memories buried deep in the spirit were not lost but subconsciously forgotten.

At this moment, they were all awakened.

The clamor was chaotic, yet nostalgic.

The worldly emotions were tumultuous, yet the heart warm.

Later on, as his cultivation grew stronger and his lifespan lengthened, relatives, friends, comrades, and even enemies vanished one by one. Familiar faces grew fewer, those few from the past becoming names forgotten by the world, leaving only the title Lu Ancestor.

Drip! Drip!

At that moment, tears trickled from Lu Xuanji's eyes, turning them red.

This stroke shook his Daoxin.

The long saber slashed down, less than an inch from his forehead.

The sharp killing intent seemed as if it would pierce through his skull.

Lu Xuanji reached out with his left hand, his fingers tapping on the long saber, as if strumming a pipa.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, the stroke was forcibly deflected. Yet the sharp blade pierced through his finger, and blood dripped onto the ground, showing a liuli color, scattering like pearls.

"Second saber, to slay gods and demons!"

The Golden Lion Ancestor stepped forward, withdrawing and slashing down with the long saber.

With this stroke, countless phantoms appeared, all remnants of the Golden Lion Race's fallen souls throughout the ages, attaching themselves to the blade, with a hundred thousand demons roaring and countless vengeful spirits bellowing. The originally azure long saber turned gray after being infused with these remnants.

The Mysteries of Death surged, imbuing it with power.

The void emitted a hissing sound, and the space turned gray, transforming into endless deathly silence.

The Spiritual Qi within a hundred-mile radius was affected, gathering together to form a terrifying Power of Extinction, annihilating forward.

As the saber fell, array patterns within the earth were activated, twelve cities operated, magical power from the Golden Lion Race was drawn and concentrated in the city. At the peak of its operation, the power was bestowed upon the Golden Lion Ancestor, enhancing the saber's might to a new tier, breaking through constraints to reach the level of Harmonization.

As the saber descends, ghosts and gods make no appearance.

"What a good saber!"

Lu Xuanji activated the secret technique, golden liuli halos rose from his body, transforming into nine golden rings. The rings were formed from clusters of golden runes encircling around his figure, emitting sounds of gold and iron colliding in a continuous rhythm.

The Qi and blood within his body boiled, flowing like magma, cascading endlessly; his heart thumped violently like a war drum, emitting waves of destructive sound.

Muscles resonated fiercely, sounding like a hum, every fiber of muscle like a mini bowstring, tensed to unleash endless Power of Annihilation.

Runes on his bones erupted, as if activating the latent power of an immortal divine artifact, powerful and yet to be fully released.

His dantian operated, transforming into black and white colors, black evolving into the Mysteries of Death, white evolving into the Mysteries of Life. The Qi of Life and Death cycled, like an immortal furnace manipulating life and death, evolving into vast Divine Energy; his organs resonated, ancient gods awakening, manifesting into the Mysteries of the Five Elements, bursting forth with annihilating power.