120: Chapter 120 A Sweep Across Mountains and Rivers, A Sweep Across Heaven and Earth

Jiang Changge expanded his Divine Sense to its limit, reflecting every trace of spiritual energy fluctuation in the surroundings within his mind.

The aura on the left was flickering, the spiritual energy fluctuation on the right was weak; both were mere illusions.

In contrast, the figure directly ahead had a solid aura and surging spiritual energy fluctuations!

Jiang Changge opened his eyes abruptly and swung the xuanchen whisk fiercely toward the front.

A white light, thicker than before, surged from the tail of the whisk, transforming into a silvery-white light Dragon that pounced toward that figure, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

A flash of surprise crossed the Immortal Slave's eyes, then he crossed his hands in front of his chest. A dark red light surged from his palms, condensing into a blood-red shield before him.

The light Dragon collided with the shield, erupting with a deafening roar.

The entire stone cavern trembled violently at that moment, and the rock pillars on the dome broke one after another, crashing to the ground and splashing gravel everywhere.

As the smoke cleared, the Immortal Slave stood in place. More than half of the blood-red shield in front of him had shattered, and several cracks deep enough to reveal bone appeared on his arms.

But no fresh blood flowed from those cracks; only a faint dark red light surged continuously, slowly repairing the damaged areas.

"Interesting."

He looked at his healing arm, the smile on the corners of his mouth deepening, becoming colder as well.

"Mahayana Stage cultivation, yet you can unleash the combat power of a Half-Step Immortal. The whisk in your hand is even stronger than I imagined."

He raised his head, his gaze locked onto Jiang Changge: "Unfortunately, you are only in the Mahayana Stage after all."

"How many times can your spiritual energy sustain you in swinging this whisk? Ten times? Twenty times?"

Jiang Changge looked at the Immortal Slave's still arrogant face, a faint smile appearing on his own.

There was no tension in that smile, only a condescending composure.

"Ten times? Twenty times?" Jiang Changge spoke, his tone flat, as if he were discussing a trivial matter, "You guessed wrong."

As the words fell, the Creation Sutra within Jiang Changge's body roared into operation.

A vast, abyss-like spiritual energy erupted from his Dantian, surging into his limbs and bones. That spiritual energy was continuous, as if inexhaustible and bottomless.

The Immortal Slave's pupils constricted slightly. His perception could not be wrong; this young man in white before him was clearly only at the Mahayana Late Stage of cultivation.

Yet the spiritual energy surging from his body at this moment, both in quantity and quality, far exceeded the scope of an ordinary Mahayana Late Stage Cultivator.

No, it was more than just exceeding; it was a world of difference.

"Your Cultivation Technique!" The Immortal Slave's voice carried a hint of disbelief, "What Cultivation Technique do you practice?"

Jiang Changge did not answer. He merely raised his eyes to look at the Immortal Slave, the white light of the xuanchen whisk reflecting in his eyes, as if reflecting an entire galaxy.

"My turn."

Before the words faded, Jiang Changge moved.

His figure left a lingering image in the Void Realm; his speed was so fast that even the Immortal Slave only captured a trace of his trajectory.

The xuanchen whisk turned into a silvery-white lightning bolt in his hand, and every strand of the whisk's tail emitted a dazzling light.

"Sweeping Mountains and Rivers."

Jiang Changge gave a low shout, and the whisk swept out horizontally.

The might of the xuanchen whisk was pushed to the limit at this moment, carrying the power to destroy the heavens and earth as it crushed down toward the Immortal Slave.

The Immortal Slave's expression finally changed. He instinctively wanted to dodge, but discovered that his body was firmly locked by that power, completely unable to move an inch.

He could only grit his teeth and push all the power in his body to the limit. His hands frantically formed Seals in front of his chest, and wave after wave of Half-Step Immortal power surged from his palms, piling up layer upon layer before him.

However, as the white light fell, the Immortal Slave's pupils constricted violently. His body was trembling; at this moment, he actually felt a long-lost fear.

As the white light dissipated, although the Immortal Slave was still standing in place, his aura had already withered by more than half.

"You!" The Immortal Slave raised his head, his eyes full of disbelief.

He was a guardian refined by an ancient Immortal with essence blood; ordinary means could not harm him in the slightest. Even after clashing with this young man in white several times just now, he had only suffered superficial injuries.

But this strike was different. It ignored his illusory body and acted directly upon his Origin, shaking his Origin—which was condensed from the Immortal's essence blood—into countless cracks.

"Who exactly are you?" The Immortal Slave's voice was trembling.

Jiang Changge stood holding the whisk, his expression indifferent, as if that strike just now had been done casually.

He did not answer the Immortal Slave's question, only saying faintly: "You lost."

The Immortal Slave's lips moved, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

He knew he had lost. That strike just now had severely injured him; if he continued to fight, he wouldn't last ten moves.

The Immortal Slave no longer hesitated and turned to dash toward the light screen. As long as he returned to the Seal and back to his master's corpse, he could use the master's remaining Immortal power to recover from his injuries.

By then, he could continue to tangle with this young man in white.

However, just as he turned and before his foot could step forward, a white light surged from behind, enveloping his entire person.

The Immortal Slave's body stiffened abruptly. He discovered that he could no longer move; that white light seemed to have transformed into an invisible giant hand, gripping him firmly, leaving him unable to struggle.

"I said, you lost." Jiang Changge's voice came from behind, still flat.

As the words fell, he raised his hand and swung. The xuanchen whisk drew an arc in the air, and the white light on the whisk tail suddenly surged.

"Sweeping the Universe."

A profound rune surged from the whisk, transforming into a huge vortex in the Void Realm.

The vortex rotated slowly, emitting an ancient and vast aura; that aura was identical to the xuanchen whisk.

The Immortal Slave felt fear instantly; his body flew uncontrollably toward that vortex.

He struggled desperately, frantically pushing the remaining power in his body, attempting to break free from that restraint. But his power was like an ant shaking a tree before that vortex, completely useless.

"No—!"

The Immortal Slave let out a roar of unwillingness, his voice filled with anger and despair.

His body became smaller and fainter in the vortex, eventually transforming into a dark red light and merging into the xuanchen whisk.

The whisk trembled slightly, the white light on the tail flickered a few times, and then returned to calm.

Jiang Changge looked down at the whisk in his hand; a faint dark red pattern had appeared on the whisk tail.

He gripped the whisk tightly and fixed his gaze back on the light screen.

The Immortal Slave was eliminated; next was the real master.

Jiang Changge stepped toward the light screen. The runes on the light screen flickered violently as he approached, as if resisting his approach.

But those runes had already dimmed by more than half, and the surface of the light screen was covered in cracks, unable to block his footsteps at all.

He raised his hand, and the xuanchen whisk tapped lightly on the light screen.

"Crack!"

A crisp shattering sound rang out, and the cracks on the light screen spread in all directions, centered on the point touched by the whisk.

The next moment, the light screen shattered with a roar, dissipating into a rain of light.

The world behind the Seal was finally revealed before Jiang Changge.