Chapter 504 - 500: Already Dead

Chapter 504 - 500: Already Dead

"Element!"

Those words weren’t spoken aloud, but a burst of explosive spiritual strength erupted, twisting the surrounding air and space as if it had! From Wei Wuyin’s dantian, King’s Astral Core was illuminated in Annihilation Saber Light, revealing its existence to the world! From within his World Sea, the Nascent Saber Soul released a resonating howl!

"Two Astral Cores?!" All observers were thunderstruck by this scene as they discovered the second Astral Core of a different nature nestled within Wei Wuyin’s dantian. It existed directly beside the still-glowing Elemental Origin Astral Core, releasing cascading waves of light.

Wei Wuyin ignored their shock, ignored their questioning gazes, with his silver eyes revealing only the utmost calm. With a clasp of his outstretched hand, a saber formed. It was constructed from the purest of his innate energies, its physical body representing a strength equivalent to his own flesh and bones.

Feeling the Nascent Saber Soul firmly within his grasp, emitting a saber howl that shook the space, he recalled his brother’s teachings:

"When you use a saber, you must ensure you always follow through. You should never unsheathe your saber unless you’re intending to take a life with it or protect a life with it!"

A stern voice, sturdy back, and clear smile formed within his mind. That figure that passed along his convictions and principles in the absence of his parents, watching over and protecting him, even at the cost of his own life. Everytime he wielded a saber, he would feel his presence, guiding his every stroke.

Since he brought out his saber, his intent to kill had solidified. Even if gods, demons, or ghosts sought to halt his edge, he would bring them all into ruin with it!

He Yanglei was deeply shaken. Two Astral Cores? Both at Thirty-two centimeters! How could such an absurd thing exist in this world? While there were those who had a unique bloodline that could generate multiple Spirits of Cultivation, leading to multiple Astral Cores, he had only ever heard of it.

There were methods that could form multiple Spirits of Cultivation, then merge them prior to reaching the Astral Core Realm. This was something even their starfield had, but the difficulty in cultivating such a method, the heightened lethality of the tribulations, and the need to use far, far more resources to advance, made it not a worthy investment.V/\IssịT n0(v)eL/b(i)(n).co/m for the b/est novel reading experi/en/ce

But a method that allowed one to form multiple Spirits of Cultivation outside of that specific race? Was that even possible? What type of background must one have to even accomplish such a feat? To support it?

A tinge of unease emerged in He Yanglei’s heart, forcing him to reconsider Wei Wuyin’s origins and abilities. What if his Astral Cores weren’t a product of a self-harming method? Unfortunately, this thought was entertained for merely a moment before being dismissed. The concept of two thirty-two centimeters at the Light Reflection Phase went against cultivation plausibility within his mind.

ROAR!!!

Wei Wuyin moved his saber, hefting it through the air, and the nine Origin Dragons violently roared in unison. The voidships shook from the sheer force of their roars, causing those onboard to become ashen as they were bombarded by a wave of spiritual strength.

Woosh!

Without a single verbal command, nine dragons explosively shot towards He Yanglei’s voidship. While standing atop the Metal-Origin Dragon’s head, Wei Wuyin was carried forward. At the moment, with a saber in hand, he seemed like the Commander of Dragons!

The Voidship had no defensive or offensive formations outside of basic protective formations meant to isolate the Dark Chill of the Void and sustain living conditions. They shook from the mere movement of the thousand meter long dragons.

The crew yelled out in anger, rage and fear, wishing to defend themselves against this assault. A few Realmlords felt themselves mighty, jumping off the ship in defense of their Holy Son. Unfortunately, they were met with an unexpected World Pressure and were ruthlessly suppressed.

"They emit World Pressure!" A quick-witted male cultivator at the Realmlord level shouted.

’Just need a hundredth of a second.’

BOOSH!

Not hesitating a single moment longer, Wei Wuyin’s figure shot towards He Yanglei at his greatest speed! He didn’t just blur, his speed had caused distortions to space and the surrounding flow of light, creating countless afterimages in his wake. The distance between them was already short to begin with, so Wei Wuyin arrived before He Yanglei almost instantly!

He Yanglei’s eyes constricted as he felt a sensation of deadly crisis, he urged his astral force inside him to act. With a cold light flickering within his eyes, he was about to launch a violent palm in retaliation!

BOOM!!!

BAAAAAAMMMMM!

The light curtain that shielded the platform collapsed in bits of tiny, scattered lights in the most thorough manner. Even the light platform had been eviscerated, exploding into bursts of light that blinded the audience.

Time seemed to slow for He Yanglei as he felt his vision distort. One moment, he saw Wei Wuyin move, and the next scene had totally changed at such a fast speed that his perception and senses hadn’t been able to register it!

But he felt it.

A cold, icy sensation at his neck.

When he looked down just a little bit, he found a saber just mere millimeters from touching his skin. It emitted an extremely terrifying saber light that caused his heart to fiercely jump. Holding this saber was an exceptionally handsome face with eyes that exuded an unfathomably calm, but heavy sweat dripped from his forehead.

At the edge of that saber were two aged fingers, holding tightly to it, keeping it from moving that last bit of distance into his throat. When his vision trailed those two fingers, he found that familiar skinny body directly beside him.

"You’re an impudent one," the skinny old man remarked. If he had displayed the slightest negligence, the consequences would’ve been disastrous. Wei Wuyin’s speed was terrifying!

Wei Wuyin merely looked at his saber, unafraid. It was as if he and his saber were the only two existences in this world.

He Yanglei felt a surge of terror inside his mind. His guardian had acted? Was he going to die? Confused and enraged, he asked Wei Wuyin in disbelief: "You tried to kill me?"

Wei Wuyin didn’t answer immediately, the sweat on his forehead increasing as the skinny old man’s finger pressed against Element, nearly shattering it! This was just the slightest power of those who surpassed the Mortal Limits!

But in the end, Wei Wuyin smiled with a relieved breath. "Tried?"

Those words caused the skinny old man to frown, his eyes dangerously narrowed. What did this youth mean by that?

"You’re already dead," Wei Wuyin glanced at He Yanglei, and then added as he eyed the skinny old man: "You were a little late."

The skinny old man’s eyes constricted, his head snapping to He Yanglei at an inconceivable speed!

He Yanglei felt his blood freeze from those words, turning to the skinny old man who stood just a few inches away from him, as the two eyes met, he found a trace of fear, pity, and regret.

He wanted to respond, to question, when he felt his vision darken without reason, his thoughts stagnate, and he could no longer feel his...anything...