Tycoon War God

Chapter 782: A Sword of the Mortal Realm? Ridiculously Absurd!

Outside Heavenly Origin City, in the desolate wilderness, the only sound was the cracking of spatial fissures. Beyond that, there was nothing. It was as if even the wind had been devoured by the rifts in space.

The assault by the five Foundation Establishment Immortals against the Peach Blossom Sword Immortal, Qing Que, had also halted. Even the Foundation Establishment Immortal who had turned into a pool of putrid blood forgot to sweep over Qing Que. His last vestige of spiritual consciousness stared blankly at the deep black chasm in the sky.

A sword that shattered the world! This was a feat that only the Foundation Establishment Pinnacle Exiled Immortal from the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion could achieve two thousand years ago, yet here it was again! And this time, it was replicated by an exiled immortal of the extreme realm in the Qi Refinement Realm. So, who is the *true* exiled immortal of the extreme realm?! We killed the wrong person!

In that moment, an uncontrollable thought surfaced in the minds of the five Foundation Establishment Immortals.

What kind of threat is the Peach Blossom Sword Immortal, Qing Que? Even if another Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion were to rise, so what? We would just have to endure for another fifteen hundred years! But this exiled immortal from the secular world! He was the one who broke through the Ancient Land Gate and forcibly drew the Spiritual Energy of the Ancient Land into the secular world! Now, while still in the Qi Refinement Realm, he has shattered the world with a single sword strike! As long as he lives, the Ancient Land Sects may never know peace. It’s uncertain if the sects will even continue to exist in the Ancient Land! Given his murderous nature, he might just annihilate all the sects of the Ancient Land!

"Lin Wudi, we had no intention..." one of the Foundation Establishment Immortals tried to say, but a flash of crimson light in Qing Que’s eyes silenced him forever.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

The crimson Extreme Realm Consciousness darted between the five Foundation Establishment Immortals. In an instant, all five of them, stunned into helplessness by Lin Mu’s power, were slain.

After the killing, there wasn’t a trace of joy in Qing Que’s eyes. His body was covered in wounds inflicted by the siege of thirteen Foundation Establishment Immortals. As strong as an exiled immortal of the extreme realm might be, he was still merely in the Qi Refinement Realm. The assault from thirteen opponents had left him completely outmatched. If not for Lin Mu’s world-shattering sword, he might have already perished.

But even covered in wounds, he still stared at Lin Mu with eyes full of murderous intent. Gone was any trace of his former weariness.

"You are strong! But you must die!" the Peach Blossom Sword Immortal, Qing Que, declared.

Lin Mu smiled. "I told you. You were destined to die today."

With that, they said no more and attacked simultaneously.

One was accompanied by dancing peach blossoms, his Sword Qi blooming like flowers, resembling a graceful young master from the Ancient Land. The other was unrivaled in his dominance, his overwhelming fist intent filling the air, like the supreme emperor of the secular world.

The young master and the emperor! A battle to the death!

The Peach Blossom Sword Immortal, Qing Que, spat, and a Crimson Longsword Magic Artifact materialized before him. He hadn’t drawn his sword even when besieged by thirteen Foundation Establishment Immortals, but this time, he did.

For nearly a hundred years, Qing Que had traveled the Ancient Land, using worldly wisdom and experience to nourish the sword in his heart. This sword was the embodiment of humanity, condensed from a century of his Cultivation Level and his comprehension of the mortal Conceptual Realm. It could stir the five senses of a Cultivator—joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure. Stir the five senses, and the Divine Soul shall be wounded! The sword was unleashed, shocking ghosts and gods!

This was the sword that Qing Que had nurtured with his lifeblood for a hundred years. He never thought he would have to use it, but today, he unsheathed it for Lin Mu. As he had said, this sword was not for fame or strife. It was for his home, the Ancient Land.

With the strike of his sword, countless phantoms emerged behind Qing Que.

A tavern keeper greeted his patrons!

A peddler hawked his wares on the street!

A child ate a stick of candied hawthorn!

An old man staggered forward!

A mother spanked her naughty child’s bottom!

The myriad scenes of the marketplace all melted into this single sword strike.

Shangguan Shiming, who was nearly blind, had just regained a sliver of her sight after taking a Healing Pill. She gasped, her mouth wide with astonishment at the sight of this sword.

When has such a sword ever appeared in the Ancient Land?! To use the mortal Conceptual Realm as a sword, and the will of all living beings in the Ancient Land as its intent! Is this Qing Que truly someone who holds such compassion for all living things?

Shangguan Shiming was suddenly struck by a ridiculous notion. The Peach Blossom Sword Immortal, Qing Que, was the great hero protecting the Ancient Land. And she and Lin Mu were the great demons destroying the world. This sword strike was Qing Que, empowered by the fury of the Ancient Land’s people, questioning Lin Wudi. It was as if to say, even if you can shatter the world with a single strike, you have no right to destroy the home of all living beings in the Ancient Land!

How will Lin Mu respond?

Shangguan Shiming focused her limited vision on Lin Mu.

Lin Mu remained as tranquil as an ancient well, showing no sign that he considered himself a great Demon King. He simply reached out a hand.

"Slaying Gods and Demons and Punishing Immortals, Twelve Forms!" he declared. "Demonslaying Seal!"

A massive white seal appeared in the void. This great seal seemed capable of suppressing everything; even the spatial fissures appeared to halt their spread, quelled by its power.

When Shangguan Shiming heard the name of this technique, her expression grew odd. As the supposed "great demon," Lin Mu didn’t use Godslaying, nor did he use the world-shattering Immortal Execution. Instead, he chose Demon Slayer—a technique with a curious implication.

Who is the immortal, and who is the demon? By using this strike, isn’t Lin Mu afraid of slaying himself?

Countless chanting voices seemed to emanate from within the seal, filled with both mercy and ruthlessness. Swiftly, the seal’s purpose shifted from suppression to slaughter. It turned from white to black, suffused with a grim, murderous aura.

BOOM!

The Demonslaying Seal collided with the Sword of the Mortal Path.

The eyes of the Peach Blossom Sword Immortal, Qing Que, blazed with light, his face twisting viciously as he pushed his Extreme Realm Consciousness to its absolute limit.

BOOM! RUMBLE!

In the end, the Sword of the Mortal Path was no match for the Demonslaying Seal. It was utterly suppressed. The great seal pressed down with immense force, crashing into Qing Que’s chest.

Qing Que was sent flying for hundreds of meters. He shot through a tall mountain, and the ground beneath him caved in, creating a hundred-meter-deep crater, as if he had been blasted straight through the earth. Even so, the Demonslaying Seal remained locked onto his chest, pinning him down and rendering him immobile.

"You..." Qing Que’s eyes bulged, seeming ready to burst from rage. His heart was overwhelmed with shock.

His Sword of the Mortal Path was a divine soul attack, honed for a hundred years through his contemplation of Extreme Realm Consciousness. This sword didn’t shatter the void, but it could annihilate the Divine Soul! Any Martial Artist struck by this attack—a sword technique powered by the consciousness of the mortal path—would have their own consciousness eroded until both their body and their Dao perished.

And yet, his centennial sword hadn’t even scratched Lin Wudi.

How is this possible! Is he not human? How could he be unaffected by the consciousness of the mortal path?!

Qing Que struggled desperately. Where the Demonslaying Seal pressed against his chest, the crimson Sword Qi slowly dissipated, replaced by wisps of faint black smoke, as if his very body was being scorched by the seal.

"A Sword of the Mortal Path? Utterly laughable," Lin Mu said, standing with his hands behind his back, his gaze indifferent.

In his past life, he had dominated the Immortal Realm, suppressing the ten directions. There was no corner of the mortal world he hadn’t seen, no form of consciousness he hadn’t encountered. Let alone Qing Que’s sword, which contained a mere century of the mortal path’s consciousness. Even if it held a millennium’s worth, it would be nothing to Lin Mu, conquerable with the flick of a finger. To wound him, one might need a Sword of the Mortal Path infused with ten thousand years of consciousness.

When it came to Divine Sense and consciousness, he, Lin Mu, the Emperor Zun, was second to none.

"You’ve won," the Peach Blossom Sword Immortal, Qing Que, said, lowering his head. He looked completely dispirited, the miserable and wretched picture of a defeated general.

Seeing this, Shangguan Shiming felt a pang of pain in her heart and instinctively looked toward Lin Mu. She wanted to plead for the Peach Blossom Sword Immortal, Qing Que.

An exiled immortal of the extreme realm with such integrity and righteousness shouldn’t die! At least, not at Lin Mu’s hands! Staining his hands with such blood might affect Lin Mu’s state of mind!

"Sir..." Shangguan Shiming began to speak.

But Lin Mu suddenly spoke, his mocking gaze fixed on the Peach Blossom Sword Immortal.

"How much longer do you intend to keep up the act?"

Act? Shangguan Shiming was perplexed.