My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult-Chapter 258 - Nightfall on Blue Sky Island

Chapter 258: Chapter 258 Nightfall on Blue Sky Island

Between heaven and earth, a flash of brilliance faded away.

Ye Ding was dead, this figure who had stirred up the storm in the Great Yan Martial World for decades left this realm.

Yu Ying, who enjoyed playing with power and presided over the Heavenly Venerate Hall, also followed his senior brother in death, journeying to the Underworld.

Possibly with his cunning and understanding of Ye Ding, he had anticipated that the trip to Blue Sky Island would lead to his demise, but he still willingly went to Blue Sky Island.

Only his death could allow Xiao Qianqiu to truly act freely, enable the Zhenyi Sect to be reborn, and allow the pine filled with wormholes to regrow its branches and leaves anew.

This path led to the Underworld, and it was crowded with travelers, with the deceased standing on the Naihe Bridge; this was not a tragedy but a reunion instead.

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With the death of two Zhenyi Sect masters, the Zhenyi Sect would surely face a reshuffling that would affect the structure of Yan Country and even the broader world.

The situation changed in the blink of an eye, and no one knew what would happen next in Jianghu.

The turbulence of Jianghu would not cease with the death of two individuals; it might even become more intense.

Ye Ding simply issued an invitation. He did not force An Jing to come, nor did he force other Yan Country’s Jianghu masters or Jun Qinglin, Qi Xuan Dao to come.

But they all came; this was the true drawing into the urn.

Wherever there are people, there is Jianghu, and wherever there is Jianghu, there are conflicts of interest.

Jianghu is a stage of fame and interest. It’s hard to describe a person as simply good or bad.

Within it, each person pursues their own fame and fortune, or just strives to survive.

As An Jing looked at the two piles of ashes, to say he was deeply moved would not be quite accurate, although Ye Ding’s setup ended the previous grievances with the Demon Sect and involved a gift, it also lured the Demon Sect into trouble.

All the instigators were dead, but the battle on Blue Sky Island today had yet to end.

Jun Qinglin looked toward Qi Xuan Dao in the distance and transmitted a message, “He’s barely hanging on by a breath, his strength has increased…”

Just now, in their fight against Qi Xuan Dao, Jun Qinglin had used nearly ninety-nine percent of his strength, but he did not gambit his life like Ye Ding did.

Qi Xuan Dao’s ability to repel Jun Qinglin and slay Ye Ding, who had swallowed the Shattering Origin Pill, was enough to indicate his formidable strength.

“The two of us will join forces.”

Behind An Jing, shadows flitted and flickered, with a chilly wind swirling around, as if stepping out from the Underworld.

This bone-chilling sensation made even Jun Qinglin frown slightly.

Qi Xuan Dao also looked over, the Minghong Blade in his hand still dripping with blood. His gaze was not on Jun Qinglin, but on the Ghost Swordsman with the flickering shadow behind him.

Blue Sky Island was now a sight of devastation, with tree debris, petals, blood, soil, and countless bodies…

“Let’s see if you two can survive my hand.”

A cold smile appeared on Qi Xuan Dao’s lips as he lifted the Minghong Blade.

The next moment, his figure vanished from the spot.

At the instant he disappeared, Jun Qinglin’s body also trembled, and he struck out with a palm towards the incoming blade light.

“Be careful!”

The handprint and the blade light collided violently, forcing Jun Qinglin to retreat three steps. He couldn’t help but shout out.

“Whoosh!”

An Jing’s Evil Suppressing Sword was also thrust forward, emitting a glittering cold light.

Shadow-like, Qi Xuan Dao appeared in front of An Jing, a blue-black streak of light, mad yet deceptively fast, spread out.

Squeak!

The sound of twisting bones rang out, An Jing’s seven orifices bled, and even the surface of his skin oozed strands of blood, turning him into a bloodied figure.

The time for Ghost Transformation was almost up.

True Qi on Qi Xuan Dao’s body quickly concentrated at the tip of his finger, a blue light with a terrifying aura shot out in a burst.

This finger strike was not simple!

Whoosh!

The blue-black light instantly struck right in front of An Jing.

“Break!”

An Jing struck the finger light with his sword.

Clang!

To everyone’s surprise, the indestructible Evil Suppressing Sword actually bent, resembling a fully drawn bow. The next moment, an extremely domineering force traveled along the body of the Evil Suppressing Sword, impacting An Jing’s palm.

“Tat tat tat…”

A thread of blood trickled down from the corner of An Jing’s mouth, winding like a snake. Utilizing this force, An Jing was propelled backwards, staggering to the ground and involuntarily retreating several steps, each step imprinting deep footprints on the ground.

Qi Xuan Dao swung his blade, sending not blade light but countless blue-black ice points across the sky like an overwhelming barrage of arrows, all sweeping toward An Jing.

Seeing this, Jun Qinglin operated the Inquiry of Heaven at full strength within his limbs and spared no effort.

Black True Qi emerged in front of him, holding up a huge light shield.

Crack crack crack!

The ice struck the black light shield and scattered all around, transforming into Heaven and Earth True Qi that dispersed into the surroundings.

Qi Xuan Dao’s eyebrows furrowed slightly at this sight.

Jun Qinglin said indifferently, “That Qi Mechanism isn’t yours, is it?”

“Is it that important?”

Qi Xuan Dao’s left hand gently caressed the ancient blade as his eyes grew increasingly colder.

Boom!

The very next moment!

It was as if a volcano suddenly erupted at that instant, a terrifying True Qi surged upward, chilling the sky around so much that countless shards of ice began to form next to the blade of Qi Xuan Dao.

Qi Xuan Dao looked at Jun Qinglin ahead, his expression cold, the oppressive force weighing down like a mountain.

The overwhelming True Qi rampaged like a storm across the sky, Qi Xuan Dao clenched his hand, and the icy True Qi roared like a tide from his blade.

Qiankun Seven Extremes! Reverse Heaven and Earth!

In the blink of an eye, the path of the blade solidified into a layer of ice waves, followed by an endless cold current. Wherever the cold wave swept, even the air turned into dazzling ice crystals.

The ice wave rapidly expanded in Jun Qinglin’s pupils, his face becoming exceedingly solemn.

Being at the Five Qi Grandmaster realm, improving one or two percent in cultivation was a tremendous boost, let alone what Qi Xuan Dao had achieved beyond that.

Jun Qinglin circulated his True Qi and then swept a leg forward.

Seven Calamities! Calamity Has Intent!

Having stripped from the heavens and earth, unbound by their constraints, this leg carried the force to shake heaven and earth. Even Qi Xuan Dao, a Five Qi Grandmaster, did not dare to be careless.

Countless sword lights burst in the air, fiercely colliding with that leg shadow.

Boom!

It was like two massive mountains smashing into each other.

The very next moment, the ground shook, and the air was filled with extremely cold white smoke.

An Jing’s body flashed, transforming into a dark shadow as he moved to kill Qi Xuan Dao.

Fast!

Incredibly fast!

His speed was even faster than Ye Ding after he had swallowed the Shattering Origin Pill.

This surprised not only Qi Xuan Dao but also made Jun Qinglin significant astonishment.

But even with such speed, there was still a slight gap from the Five Qi Grandmaster.

Qi Xuan Dao circulated his True Qi, and layers of cold ripples surged around his body, the temperature dropping so low that even An Jing’s swift speed was greatly slowed.

So cold that it felt as though his blood was freezing.

At this point, there was no turning back once the sword was drawn.

“Swish!”

The Evil Suppressing Sword flew forward and as the sword body surged, the sharp Sword Light could clearly be seen piercing through the cold flow, creating two swirling waves of air.

The next moment, the Evil Suppressing Sword’s blade split into four Sword Lights.

They stabbed toward Qi Xuan Dao’s throat, between his eyebrows, and his heart, each critical spot with the Sword Skill of the Sixth Realm embedded in them, their oppressive force sharper and vaster than any other Sword Skill of the Sixth Realm Swordsman.

Qi Xuan Dao drew the Minghong Blade with his palm and slashed forward without any hesitation.

The Sixth Realm’s sword intent enveloped the blade, creating an immense oppressive force.

A blue Sword Light burst from the Minghong Blade with incredible speed, charging forward and surrounding the path with numerous icy blue Sword Lights as if clinging by the side of the original.

The collision between Sword Light and Sword Light was also a collision between Swordsmen and Swordsmen.

“Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang….”

The harsh sound of metal clashing created a metallic storm, which seemed to freeze over.

“Boom!”

Finally, a surge of Sword Light came rushing, shattering all the Sword Lights.

“Ah!”

An Jing grabbed the blade of the Evil Suppressing Sword, his organs shook violently, and a spray of blood erupted, and a powerful surge of Black Ice True Qi gushed from the blade.

Black Ice True Qi!

This was the exact True Qi that previously Qi Xuan Dao had forced into Ye Ding’s body, causing his cultivation to not only stagnate for many years but also torturing him for several years.

The moment Black Ice True Qi entered his body, An Jing felt an icy cold rushing towards his Dantian and all over his limbs, and instantly, he began to circulate the Nameless Heart Scripture to forcefully suppress the surging Black Ice True Qi.

At that moment, the final wave of the Ghost Transformation surged fiercely towards his Heavenly Spirit.

“Roar!”

A huge roar erupted inside his mind, as if his brain had become ethereal in that moment, then his eyes turned pitch-black.

No, not pitch black, but rather a void.

Black itself is a color, yet before his eyes everything turned into nothingness, even black disappeared.

“This is that remnant soul…”

An Jing desperately held on to his last trace of consciousness.

Qi Xuan Dao’s gaze also turned icy cold, firmly gripping the Minghong Blade in his palm without making any rash movements, because standing before him was still a master.

Yes, a master in his eyes.

With his current cultivation, few could be called masters by him.

If Qi Xuan Dao was like an incomparably sharp blade at this moment, his hands, eyes, and heart filled with killing intent,

then Jun Qinglin opposite him was more like a sheath, his eyes calm as water, capable of containing that extreme killing intent.

The two men’s eyes burned with intense heat and icy coldness as they stared at each other.

The waves continued to roar, the wind on the island still blew, carrying the blood-stained Sky Blue petals dancing in the air.

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Qi Xuan Dao suddenly felt a chill in his heart, not from a sudden drop in temperature, but a cold emanating from deep within, given to him by the elder opposite him.

The elder, who seemed to have one foot already buried in the ground, still had eyes calm as water, but the feeling he gave was drastically changed.

Actually, it wasn’t him who had changed, but Jun Qinglin.

At that moment, Jun Qinglin’s eyes also filled with killing intent.

The cultivation of a Five Qi Grandmaster is very high, a fact known to all under the heavens, for a Five Qi Grandmaster has already reached the limits of what humans can attain, and crossing this realm means entering another world.

And at this moment, both men stood at the gateway of that world, as if looking down on the vast lands of humanity.

Qi Xuan Dao knew this better than anyone.

How terrifying could a desperate Five Qi Grandmaster be?

Yet even with this knowledge, Qi Xuan Dao’s heart was full of confidence; he believed that he would definitely be the last to walk out from Blue Sky Island, for he was Qi Wushuang, the unrivaled man of the world.

The setting sun lit up Blue Sky Island.

The mountains were covered with broken petals and fresh blood, brilliantly red like fire.

“Whoosh!”

Without saying much, Qi Xuan Dao swung the Minghong Blade forward.

A narrow beam of blade light flew out along the ancient blade’s edge, shattering the land ahead as it rolled forward.

Jun Qinglin did not move, but why did he not move?

Why did he see the sword light of Qi Xuan Dao, a Five Qi Grandmaster, coming towards him and not show the slightest reaction?

His eyes no longer saw the blade light, only Qi Xuan Dao.

Without the blade light, the ‘nonexistent’ blade light naturally could not harm his body.

“Whoosh!”

The blade light seemed to pass through Jun Qinglin’s body and rushed toward the mountains of Blue Sky Island behind him.

Boom! Boom!

As the blade light passed, the ground shook violently, and countless rocks tumbled down.

Qi Xuan Dao’s brow suddenly furrowed, as it was impossible for a person to get through that blade light, which left only one explanation.

The Jun Qinglin of that moment had moved; he had avoided the blade light.

How exactly did he move?

Qi Xuan Dao’s confidence, like the ice, met an intense flame, beginning to show signs of melting, and this complete melting was what happened next.

Standing in the distance, a Ghost Swordsman with a dark silhouette held up his sword and walked towards him.

The Ghost Swordsman’s body was covered in fresh blood, belonging to others and to himself.

These were not the scariest parts; the scariest was the vague dark shadow behind him.

His eyes were devoid of any expression, just like the Evil Suppressing Sword in his hand, seemingly a lifeless object.

The glow of the setting sun shone on An Jing’s face, the orange light which should have been warm added a bizarre chill instead.

As the sunset gave way to night,

and with the deepening night, the shadow that was nearly gone seemed to linger with the sunset, apparently not willing to leave just yet, still greedily relishing the mortal world.

At this moment, An Jing was completely merged into the dark shadow, as if he was the shadow, and the shadow was him.

Qi Xuan Dao couldn’t tell the difference.

Neither could Jun Qinglin.

But in their hearts was a bone-chilling coldness, their hearts uncontrollably pounding, as at this moment they actually felt that neither was the most terrifying existence on the island.

It was that young man, the young man who had fought from the beginning to the end with a sword in his hand.

An Jing gradually merged with the shadow into the darkness, completely becoming one with it.

Everyone knew that darkness was the most terrifying thing.

There was nothing more terrifying than darkness.

Because of the unknown in the darkness, the unpredictability in the darkness.

Now, An Jing himself had become the darkness.

All before him was dark.

The next moment, the only thing left in the eyes of the two men was darkness.

The darkness came quickly, and seemingly left just as swiftly, a flash of darkness passing by in an instant, but it left an indelible mark in the hearts of both men.

Qi Xuan Dao looked at the dark figure, his firm belief melting completely as his brow furrowed intensely.

A sense of retreat blossomed in his heart.

The truly terrifying things in this world were never divine weapons or unfathomable cultivation.

It was people.

People were the most terrifying beings in the world.

The Minghong Blade in Qi Xuan Dao’s hand loosened slightly, then he took two steps back.

He was not willing to fight for his life, nor would he gamble his life against the two men.

Two steps back elicited no response.

“Go!”

As he stared at An Jing for a few seconds, he grabbed the weakened Lv Qiujian and instantly turned into a beam of light, fleeing towards the distance.

Jun Qinglin watched Qi Xuan Dao’s retreating figure, knowing that Qi Xuan Dao did not want to fight to the death. He felt the same and thus did not block Qi Xuan Dao’s retreat.

A fight to the death between the two, no matter the outcome, would be disadvantageous for either, and the only beneficiaries would be those high-seat fishing from their towers.

This was perhaps the best outcome.

Jun Qinglin withdrew his gaze and looked toward the simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar An Jing.

The dark figure behind him was slowly fading away, as the curtain fell with the setting sun’s rays, and the shadow completely disappeared.

The world gradually merged into darkness, and the shadow vanished.

“Shh!”

An Jing’s body went limp, feeling an overwhelming sense of powerlessness invade his whole body. Had it not been for the Evil Suppressing Sword planted in the ground, he might have collapsed headfirst.

He desperately wanted to take deep breaths, but the strength to breathe seemed to be vanishing.

Thinking back to the darkness just now, his heart still palpitated with fear.

Jun Qinglin walked over to An Jing and asked, “How are you?”

“Still… still alive?”

An Jing’s response sounded both like an answer and a question.

He did not know whether he was still trapped in that darkness or had already walked out, only feeling a dim and shadowy light before him.

Jun Qinglin spoke softly, “Qi Xuan Dao has left. He didn’t want to fight to the death with this old man half buried in the soil, or perhaps he was frightened off by you.”

Qi Xuan Dao clearly did not intend to easily give up at the end. Seeing the determined yet enigmatic An Jing, he ultimately abandoned his plan.

If the confrontation had truly gone to the bitter end, not to mention whether Qi Xuan Dao could have won, it would have been impossible for him to leave Blue Sky Island unscathed.

And that was exactly the scene that Ye Ding, the Great Yan Emperor, wanted to witness.

Qi Xuan Dao naturally wouldn’t commit such a foolish act.

Moreover, with An Jing suddenly acting extremely abnormal, not just Qi Xuan Dao, even Jun Qinglin was somewhat surprised inside.

Upon hearing this, An Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

As the Ghost Transformation Secret Technique dissipated, he felt extremely weak; the colossal side effects were much stronger than the last time when he refined the spiritual soul of the Thousand-year-old Black Boa.

If Qi Xuan Dao hadn’t left, the best possible outcome would likely have been both sides suffering heavy injuries.

And mutually assured destruction held no advantage for the Demon Sect.

Exhaling deeply, a sliver of doubt flashed in An Jing’s mind as he subconsciously thought, “What exactly is that remnant soul? How can a fragmented soul produce such terrifying effects……”

The Thousand-year-old Black Boa was an Exotic Beast, and its soul could match a regular Grandmaster. Yet, this fragment of a soul was far more powerful than even the Thousand-year-old Black Boa.

What then, was the whole divine soul?

Was it human or an Exotic Beast?

If it was human, could it be a divine soul of Great Grandmaster cultivation suppressible by the Evil Suppressing Sword?

If it was an Exotic Beast, what kind of Exotic Beast could it be?

But soon, the weakness and pain invaded him, causing his features to twist in agony.

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