Chapter 466 - 290 Divine Law, Night-Blooming Cereus, Sacrifice_1

Chapter 466: Chapter 290 Divine Law, Night-Blooming Cereus, Sacrifice_1

Jiang Ming had cultivated the Ten Thousand Threads technique to the extent of a single thought birthing thousands, and had developed the Space Art to a kind of ultimate point.

With a flicker of his figure, there appeared a dense mass of shadows.

In his hand appeared the Blood-dropping Sword, which he obtained at the City Lord Mansion. It was a twelfth-grade immense weapon, which he found quite handy after trying and thus kept it for use as a weapon.

Each tip of the sword possessed nine rounds of illusory images, blazing intensely, as if a Great Sun loomed over the World.

It was the Third Sword, Nine Yang Burning Rivers and Seas.

Jiang Ming’s first clash with Emperor Tianyu resulted in his myriad of illusions rapidly shattering, and he was blown away in the span of a breath.

“How little you regard me, to use such Divine Skills,” Emperor Tianyu exclaimed with fury on his face.

“Indeed quite inferior,” Jiang Ming said helplessly, “my actual age hasn’t even reached half a century; amidst my cultivation, there has been too little consolidation, and correspondingly, the Divine Skills I have mastered are far fewer.”

Back then, the comprehension of the Ten Thousand Swords Return to One and various series of swordsmanship seemed somewhat insignificant to him now. Handling peers of the same level wasn’t a big problem.

But Emperor Tianyu, an existence whose talent already stood at the pinnacle of this mortal coil and who was also a realm higher than him, on top of the foundation of the Holy Dynasty and cultivating countless Divine Skills and marvelous methods, made it clear that his previous Divine Skills were indeed far too inferior.

“Not even fifty?” Emperor Tianyu was taken aback, his pupils shrinking to the size of needle tips, as he took in a breath of cold air, his face twisting, “To have reached this level before fifty, you truly defy the heavens.”

More than defying the heavens, it was simply inhuman.

“Not worse than me,” Emperor Tianyu said in a few words before pouncing again, “Bring out all your strength, otherwise, you will die a very miserable, very miserable death.”

“All Tao Return to the Origin, the Ultimate Point Break the Sky Strike!” Emperor Tianyu’s Divine Skill was extremely terrifying, showing signs of condensing all Tao into one, evolving into a point of sharpness that tore through all obstructions.

“Sword Twenty-seven!”

With one clutch of Jiang Ming’s palm, the Blood-dropping Sword hummed and vibrated. He struck from the air, merging twenty-seven types of rules together. Though it had yet to reach perfection, after years of insight and improvement, coupled with using the blueprint of Inner World Evolution, the fusion was already very exquisite.

The fusion of rules could unleash an inconceivable might.

The two collided in an instant.

Rules fusion? So exquisite, not worse than me, now this is interesting!” Emperor Tianyu’s eyes sparkled, his Divine Skills transforming as he exclaimed, “Star-pointing Finger, a star falls from the sky!” “Also a fusion of twenty-seven rules, not bad!” Jiang Ming caught sight of the essence of the opponent’s Divine Skill with one glance, and admired, as his techniques began to change as well.

Both demonstrated the way of fusion, exceedingly intricate and unparalleled in talent.

In this world inside the Chessboard Artifact, they unleashed boundless Divine Skills. Sword Qi burst forth, and Divine Dawn sprinkled down, seemingly evenly matched.

For a time, the two felt a kind of mutual appreciation.

“This is my self-created strongest Divine Skill of fusion, Star-pointing Finger, Return to Hiding!” As the pressure on Emperor Tianyu increased and his astonishment grew, he unleashed a dreadful move.

His talent was peerless, and with the support of the Holy Dynasty, his cultivation conditions were supreme, unrivaled in the world.

Jiang Ming’s pupils contracted, sensing an immense threat.

The Blood-dropping Sword in his hand buzzed, and as he raised his hand, streams of rule power intertwined, layers upon layers woven together, unfathomably profound, making the Chessboard World violently tremble, as if it couldn’t bear the strain.

“Universe One Sword!”

Universe, the number three hundred and sixty-five.

Jiang Ming’s sword integrated three hundred and sixty-five types of laws, though rudimentary, he managed to achieve it.

Merging three hundred and sixty-five rules together, the radiance emitted by the Blood-dropping Sword was overwhelmingly brilliant, like thirty million nuclear bombs detonating, the light piercing through space.

Even as a Twelfth-grade great weapon, it struggled to bear the burden, the blade showing cracks, yet the Divine Skill forcefully forbade its destruction, turning it into an indestructible vessel.

This sword seemed to transcend time and space, colliding with Emperor Tianyu’s Epiphyllum One Finger. The explosive force of energy could annihilate a One-party World.

The Chessboard World twisted and fissured.

Emperor Tianyu’s finger and arm turned to ash in an instant, and he staggered far back.

Covered in cracks and streaming blood, he remained spirited: “Had you not held back, that strike would have been my end. Strong, exceptionally strong, ha ha, so very strong!”

He laughed out loud twice more, then became solemn, “This Divine Skill, in his hands, would be a thousand times, no, ten thousand times more formidable. But that’s not the main concern. As a Divine Spirit, he possesses capabilities akin to a domain, able to suppress All Tao, freeze time and space, eliciting in me a resistance from both body and spirit, a pressure from the very essence of life.”

“But you...” Emperor Tianyu rose into the air, transforming into particulate light, condensing into light feathers, “but from you, I see hope. Brother Jiang, I make a sacrifice of my flesh, my heart, my soul, my will, my wisdom, my martial arts, my memories, all I possess, giving them to you. With my strength, kill him, kill him, kill him...”

With each final cry, he disappeared completely.

Singular powers began to merge within.

Jiang Ming’s heart stirred with the desire to resist, but sensing no danger, he somewhat relaxed his guard and began to accept.

Without any resistance.

Waves of power merged into his being, enhancing his Soul Power and adding comprehension of several perfected rules.

His Inner World expanded once more.

But most important was a memory river, reflecting Emperor Tianyu’s entire life. With a brief glance, from childhood to the present, every small growth was contained within.

There were various cultivation methods, Divine Skills, and conjectures about that Divine Spirit.

Alas...

Jiang Ming sighed softly, feeling a tinge of complexity in his heart.

“Emperor Tianyu, as a minister of Holy Dynasty, yet you aid an enemy, you deserve to die!” Furious voices arose from all over the Chessboard, followed by the emergence of numerous figures.

Yet Jiang Ming was not surprised, for he had known all along.