Chapter 2862 - 2862 Human Realm Saber Intent and Ancient God Will

Chapter 2862 - 2862 Human Realm Saber Intent and Ancient God Will

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The entire space was shattered into countless fragments, following the twisting of the spatial crystal.

The formidable saber intent fragmented into millions of phantoms. Ultimately, Ding Ning’s saber intent failed to pierce through this realm.

After enduring numerous twists and distortions of space, his saber intent gradually dissipated.

Boom!

“Senior Ding Ning!” Qin Yu’s expression tightened.

A spatial crystal mark appeared on Ding Ning’s chest. Before Qin Yu could react, the mark erupted.

The ground beneath his feet cracked into pieces, and the area he stood in was struck by an unparalleled force, turning the ground into an abyss.

A wave of energy slammed directly into Qin Yu’s chest, sending her body flying.

The violent energy between heaven and earth was impossible to resist.

Attempting to confront the Way of Heaven and Earth with mere physical saber intent was underestimating the power of the Burial Heaven Cave’s realm.

Upon witnessing this scene, the surrounding group of God Slayers also exchanged glances.

This could be considered a pinnacle clash within the Saint Kingdom. Despite the extreme danger, many spectators were still drawn to this elite confrontation.

The three Powers of the Ancients, ghost fog, aurora, and crystal all erupted.

In the twisted space, the immensely powerful top-notch martial artists were reduced to nothing but blood mist.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As Ding Ning’s body continued to sink, he clutched his heavy saber.

By now, half of his skin had been corroded by the terrifying power, revealing his exposed skeleton.

How could a mortal body withstand the power of heaven and earth?

“It seems an extraordinary human race has emerged here. This power intends to annihilate all living beings within.”

Above the Burial Heaven Cave, it seemed as though a top-notch cultivator was breathing.

The aura of Ancients Power continued to accumulate, while the Burial Heaven Cave’s breath grew deeper.

Layers of ghost fog piled up, intertwined with auroras and crystal powers.

As the three Powers of Ancients merged, a force that surpassed the Saint Supreme faintly emerged.

Even those far away, like the Immortal Crane and his companions, felt as though they had plunged into hell upon sensing the internal qi.

His saber intent could no longer slash amidst such power. His consciousness even momentarily blurred.

Ding Ning tightly gripped the hilt of his sword.

He felt the power pressing down on him like a mountain, making it impossible for him to lift his head.

This heavy iron saber was the only one his father had forged for him from scrap iron.

This sword accompanied him from a small mountain village into the martial world, eventually leading him to his current position through martial prowess.

“Xiao Ning, do you like swords?”

“I do.”

“Why?”

“Because swords are so cool. They wield power in the martial world and against the heavens. Moreover, I just really like them.”

Ding Ning pointed to the saber his father had crafted for him.

The saber was rough, with many impurities still visible.

However, engraved on its blade was a rough pattern his father had carved. It was a scarecrow, Ding Ning’s favorite, and a flower drawn by his mother in chalk.

Though these traces had long since faded, he could still feel the warmth of his mother’s touch.

Now, the heavy saber had been reduced to countless particles, its traces barely discernible.

Ding Ning waved his hand as if grasping for his beloved saber.

Then, he ascended slowly into the sky, each step firm and deliberate.

Above, Liu Bai floated in the sky.

He raised two fingers, summoning the waters of the great river from the heavens.

Under the cover of these three layers of Power of the Ancients, an immense river appeared.

Everyone sensed a strange feeling as the boundless river’s sword intent forcibly carved out its own space.

How serendipitous.

Ding Ning’s foot landed precisely on the river’s sword intent.

Then, he ascended steadily into the heaven. Each step seemed as monumental as a mountain.

His arm dragged behind him, as though burdened by a saber disproportionate to his size.

It seemed challenging, yet exhilarating.