355: Sword God Dugu Moli

Yang Lingchen pushed against the pressure of the Sword Intent, walking all the way toward the central area of Heavenly Saint Mountain.

As he went deeper, the entire space began to fill with thunder and lightning, Sword Qi raged wildly, and waves of invisible pressure surged toward Yang Lingchen.

He continued forward, constantly swinging the immortal demon sword in his hand.

Under this pressure of Sword Intent, Yang Lingchen's God Slaying Sword Art was being polished to a state of greater refinement.

In the blink of an eye, another two months passed.

By now, Yang Lingchen had reached the edge of the ninth layer Sword Intent area of Heavenly Saint Mountain, only one step away from entering it.

Within this area, terrifying pressure from the Sword Intent permeated everywhere.

If someone's talent in the Dao of the Sword wasn't strong enough, it would be extremely difficult for them to enter this area.

“Yang Lingchen, you're here! I thought you'd been killed by Wu Xinyi!” Right then, Liu Xueying's voice drifted from ahead.

“How could that be? I am the Son of Destiny, I'm not that easy to kill,” Yang Lingchen said with a cocky expression.

“You, a Son of Destiny?” Liu Xueying said disdainfully.

“Why aren't you going in?” Yang Lingchen asked.

“Inside there's the pressure of the ninth layer Sword Intent, and the Sword Qi is rampant. I went in for a moment just now and almost couldn't get back out,” Liu Xueying said, her eyes solemn.

By being able to reach this area, Liu Xueying's talent in the Dao of the Sword had already surpassed ninety-nine percent of people.

For countless years, those who could reach the eighth layer Sword Intent area were the top elites of their respective eras.

Up until now, not a single person had been able to enter the ninth layer Sword Intent area. Yet, Liu Xueying had entered; even though she came out after only a moment, she had at least entered and come out alive.

“Is it that terrifying? Even you almost couldn't get out?” A cautious expression appeared in Yang Lingchen's eyes.

“Why don't you try? I think with your talent and the strength of your Physical Body, entering this area shouldn't be a big problem,” Liu Xueying suggested.

“It seems this Sword God Inheritance can only be obtained by a Son of Destiny like me,” Yang Lingchen laughed.

He knew a bit about the Sword God Inheritance. A million years ago, a young Ling Juechen had also come to Heavenly Saint Mountain and had entered the eighth layer Sword Intent area back then.

“Stop bragging and be careful,” Liu Xueying reminded him.

“Mm... mm...”

Yang Lingchen nodded, circulating the Divine Origin Power within his body to form a Protective Barrier on his skin. Then, holding the immortal demon sword, he walked toward the ninth layer Sword Intent area.

Watching Yang Lingchen's back, a nervous expression appeared on Liu Xueying's face.

“Whoosh...”

The moment Yang Lingchen's figure entered the ninth layer Sword Intent area, he vanished without a trace.

“Swish... swish... swish... swish...!”

The instant Yang Lingchen entered the ninth layer Sword Intent area, a terrifying pressure from the Sword Intent bore down on him. Simultaneously, invisible strands of Sword Qi continuously slashed toward him.

“Holy shit, is this looking for a successor? This is clearly a Soul Refining Great Array!”

A look of fear appeared in Yang Lingchen's eyes, and he turned around to head back the way he came.

“Jie... jie... jie...”

Right then, a cold and terrifying laugh rang out. “To think that at such a young age, you actually have such insight.”

“Bang...!”

Yang Lingchen had only taken a few steps when he was blasted back by an invisible force.

“Kid, you can't escape. Don't waste your energy, jie... jie... jie...!” That cold voice rang out again.

A middle-aged man with a blurred figure was floating in the Void Realm. His cold eyes were fixed on Yang Lingchen as if looking at prey.

“Are you Dugu Moli?” Holding the immortal demon sword, Yang Lingchen stared sharply at the middle-aged man in the Void Realm.

“It's been countless years; I didn't think anyone would still remember this seat.”

The middle-aged man sighed with emotion before continuing, “But even if you recognize this seat, you still won't escape death today. As long as I refine your flesh and Soul, this seat can reappear in the world of the living.”

“Dugu Moli, to think that after ten million years, you're actually still alive. And you even set up such a terrifying Blood Soul Great Array. No wonder not a single person has been able to come out of the ninth layer Sword Intent area for all these years.”

At this moment, Yang Lingchen's gaze was incredibly solemn.

Although the current Dugu Moli wasn't the Sword God at his Peak, his strength was definitely not something Yang Lingchen could currently contend with.

Especially in this ninth layer Sword Intent area, where an average person could only exert ten percent of their strength at most.

This was because the pressure of the Sword Intent in this area was simply too strong, and terrifying Sword Qi was constantly raging.

As a result, the geniuses who entered this area over countless years had to divide their strength to resist the encroachment of the Sword Intent and Sword Qi, which allowed Dugu Moli to refine their Souls and flesh.

Of course, Yang Lingchen wasn't without a chance. After all, the opponent was currently just a Soul without a Physical Body.

Furthermore, Yang Lingchen's Sword Intent had already reached the eighth layer Peak. If he could take one more step, he would be able to ignore the pressure of this ninth layer Sword Intent area. At that point, a life-and-death struggle against the opponent wouldn't be without hope.

“Little brat, not only do you recognize this seat, but you even recognize this Blood Soul Great Array. It seems you are quite extraordinary!” Dugu Moli sized up Yang Lingchen with interest.

“Senior, for the sake of Junior knowing who you are, how about you let Junior leave? I'll find someone else to come in for you, what do you think?” Yang Lingchen said.

“Do you think just anyone can enter this ninth layer Sword Intent area?”

Dugu Moli muttered to himself, his tone becoming almost manic. “This seat has waited for this day for a full ten million years! Ten million years! Do you know how I've lived through these ten million years?”

“Senior, I understand how you feel. I can even see that your hands are rubbed raw. As long as you let me out, I'll find a few beauties to come in for you, how about it?” Yang Lingchen said.

As he spoke, he quietly swallowed the bao yuan pill hidden in his cheek while secretly guarding against the opponent.

“Ha... ha... ha...! Stinky brat, to think you actually possess a Pure Yang Body.” Right then, a sharp light flashed in Dugu Moli's eyes.

“This old guy isn't planning to take over my body, is he?” Yang Lingchen murmured to himself.

“It seems the heavens are truly helping me. As long as I refine your Soul and body, this seat can reappear in the world, and it might even be possible to surpass the Cosmic God Realm in the future.” A look of joy flashed in Dugu Moli's eyes.

“Old man, one should be kind, otherwise you'll suffer heaven's wrath,” Yang Lingchen said, his gaze extremely solemn.

If his main body died, he still had a Clone that could continue living.

But if his main body was refined by the opponent, then his secrets would be completely exposed, and his memories would also be refined. At that time, his Clone and family would also be threatened.

“Heaven's wrath? Jie... jie... jie...”

“This seat has killed countless people in my life. This Blood Soul Great Array has refined even more geniuses. If there were such a thing as heaven's wrath in this world, how could this seat possibly be resurrected?”

Dugu Moli gave a cold laugh, his eerie voice sending shivers down one's spine.

“Clang...!”

“Dugu Moli, just because heaven's wrath can't punish you doesn't mean I can't punish you.”

Yang Lingchen directly unsheathed the immortal demon sword, his sharp eyes staring fixedly at Dugu Moli in mid-air.

Since it was impossible for the opponent to let him go, he could only fight for his life.

“Good lad, you certainly have guts.” A look of appreciation appeared in Dugu Moli's eyes.

Over these countless years, quite a few geniuses had entered the ninth layer Sword Intent area of Heavenly Saint Mountain, but this was the first time he had seen someone dare to draw their sword and look him straight in the eye.

One had to know that in this ninth layer Sword Intent area, an average person could only exert ten percent of their Combat Power at most.

Some people couldn't even exert ten percent of their Combat Power under this pressure of Sword Intent.