339: Win

Boom!

A terrifying bolt of lightning exploded out from the center of the churning Tribulation Cloud!

This lightning was a chaotic greyish-white, containing pure destruction and finality!

The greyish-white lightning tore through the deep blue Soul-Eroding Cold Domain, carrying a violent will to shatter all Laws and cleanse the Divine Soul as it struck directly at Ye Qingtian!

Ye Qingtian's expression changed slightly. The Qingtian Sword was held horizontally before him, its deep blue light surging!

"Eighth Revolution: All Phenomena Crumbling!"

His sword stance changed again!

The space in front of him was like shattered glazed glass, twisting and folding layer upon layer to form a small vortex of spatial turbulence that swallowed everything!

That greyish-white Tribulation Lightning, powerful enough to severely wound an ordinary Law Realm Cultivator, was forcibly deflected and torn by this twisted spatial vortex, with most of its power finally being channeled into the unknown void turbulence!

Only a small portion of the aftershock struck Ye Qingtian's protective Sword Gang, causing his body to shake violently and a trace of blood to seep from the corner of his mouth.

"Ninth Revolution: End!"

Ye Qingtian's voice carried a decisiveness that seemed to sever everything.

His Aura climbed to its peak at this moment!

This was the ultimate strike of Ye Qingtian’s Nine Revolutions Sword Body reaching Major Achievement, a fusion of his lifelong comprehension of the Sword Dao!

Facing this final sword strike, the last ripple in Di Qianjie's eyes completely vanished, leaving only absolute clarity and... nothingness!

He slowly closed his eyes.

Buzz—!

An indescribable, pure Sword Intent erupted from within Di Qianjie's body!

His entire being seemed to transform into an embryonic sword just born from the chaotic mother womb!

There was no sharp edge revealed, no earth-shaking Aura, only a pure, ultimate Sword Origin!

His flesh, bones, Meridians, and even every strand of hair transformed into a supreme vessel that carried and resonated with the Sword Dao!

The stray Sword Qi, Sword Intent, and fragments of Sword Dao Laws in the world converged and integrated into him frantically, as if answering a supreme summons!

He was the sword, and the sword was him!

When that terrifying sword light that ended everything touched this pure Sword Domain, it actually stalled for a moment, as if it had lost its target!

In that moment of stalling, Di Qianjie opened his eyes.

Deep within his pupils, there seemed to be a reflection of the singularity at the birth of the Universe, encompassing everything yet being nothing!

"Forbidden Sword Intent... Nothingness!"

He did not swing his sword.

He merely uttered a single word toward that final sword light, toward Ye Qingtian, and toward the world.

"Nothingness."

There was no earth-shaking explosion, no ear-piercing screech.

Time and space seemed to lose all meaning at this moment.

That terrifying sword light, which fused the lifelong cultivation of the Nine Revolutions Sword Body and was enough to end a Law Realm Eighth Level Cultivator, silently... dissolved the moment it touched that word "Nothingness"!

As if it had never existed, it was completely erased and returned to nothingness!

Next was the Nine Revolutions Sword Domain that Ye Qingtian had constructed with all his might!

That majestic and vast Law power, that ceaselessly circulating Nine Revolutions Sword Intent, was as fragile as a sandcastle before that Sword Intent of Nothingness originating from the cosmic singularity.

Silently, the Sword Domain collapsed, and the Laws were annihilated!

Ye Qingtian felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer; he violently spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his Aura, which had been condensed to the extreme, collapsed like a punctured balloon!

The sword in his hand let out a mournful cry, its brilliance fading until it became dim and lusterless.

He himself was like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily from mid-air and crashing onto the edge of the arena, struggling a few times but unable to stand up again.

His eyes were filled with incomprehensible shock and... a trace of relief after a moment of enlightenment.

So... this is the Sword Intent he comprehended... the beginning and end of all things... My Nine Revolutions End, in front of him, is actually just... an illusion... The entire Martial Arts Arena was deathly silent, so quiet that a falling needle could be heard.

Everyone's mouth hung open, their eyes wide, their faces frozen in extreme shock and bewilderment.

What did they just see?

A Tongtian Realm Fifth Level Cultivator, with a single word, had erased Ye Qingtian's ultimate sword strike?

This had completely exceeded their understanding of Realms, power, and the Sword Dao!

"In this battle, Di Qianjie wins!"

As the voice fell, the dead silence was broken, and like a stone thrown into a lake, a deafening uproar instantly erupted!

The wave of sound almost overturned the entire Divine Sword Manor!

The Sword Intent of Nothingness on Di Qianjie's body slowly withdrew, and the radiance of the Innate Sword Embryo Dao Body gradually faded inward.

His face was as pale as paper, and his body swayed slightly; obviously, performing this Forbidden Sword Intent was also terrifyingly taxing.

But his eyes remained bright as he looked at Ye Qingtian, who was struggling to sit up at the edge of the arena.

He walked over step by step, reached out his hand, and a sincere smile appeared on his face, carrying the satisfaction after a great battle and respect for his opponent: "Brother Ye, thank you for the match."

Ye Qingtian looked at the hand extended before him, then looked up at Di Qianjie's pale but brilliantly glowing eyes. The shock in his eyes finally turned into a complex, long sigh, followed by a hearty and relieved smile.

He grasped Di Qianjie's hand, used it to stand up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and spoke in a voice that was somewhat raspy but filled with heartfelt admiration:

"Brother Qianjie, your words 'thank you for the match' truly make me feel ashamed. Only today do I know what true swordplay is! To lose to your Sword Intent of Nothingness, I am fully convinced! How satisfying! Truly satisfying!"

The two looked at each other and laughed. This was the mutual appreciation only found between well-matched rivals and the endless pride of climbing to the peak of the Sword Dao together.

After this battle, the name Di Qianjie would surely resound throughout the Thirty-Six Prefectures of the Eastern Domain!

At the Sword Forging Manor, the noise of the Sword Discussion Assembly settled, but the aftershocks were like giant waves, sweeping through the Thirty-Six Prefectures of the Eastern Domain with unstoppable force.

The three words "Di Qianjie" were like the most blazing divine sword brand, deeply engraved in the hearts of everyone who heard them.

Tongtian Realm Fifth Level, striking across Realms to defeat a Law Realm Cultivator, and finally reaching the top to claim the prize!

This could no longer be described by the simple word "Genius."

Wherever the news went, countless Cultivators were dumbfounded and then filled with excitement; tea houses, wine shops, Sect squares, and Family secret rooms—everywhere was discussing this Sword Discussion Assembly.

However, beneath the great fame, not everyone looked up in admiration. Certain ancient places shrouded in halos sneered at this.

"Hmph, the chirping of a well frog, a summer insect talking about ice!" Deep within Jianzhong Prefecture, inside an ancient Sword Palace shrouded in mist, a cold voice rang out with condescending indifference. "A small skirmish in the Tongtian Realm is worthy of being called a sword discussion? Can true Sword Dao be carried by such a child's play arena? It's just a bunch of mediocre people fighting for food."

The speaker was hidden behind layers of Sword Intent, his Aura as deep as the sea, having clearly touched the Realm above Law.

On the stone wall behind him, countless profound sword marks were carved, each containing a heart-palpitating power of destruction.

Similarly, in the core Secret Realm of Medicine King Prefecture, where medicinal fragrance permeated and spiritual fields stretched for ten thousand acres, several figures dressed in ancient Alchemy robes sat around a furnace, the fire reflecting their indifferent faces.

One of them lightly stroked his long beard, his tone carrying a trace of imperceptible bitterness and arrogance:

"The Di Clan? Just upstarts who obtained some ancient legacies. That Di Qianjie, having luckily won a few matches, thinks he is invincible under heaven? The Alchemy Conference is the true contest of heritage. At that time, we shall see who the true favored child of heaven is."

What they pursued was the ultimate Alchemy Dao; in their eyes, the struggles of the Law Realm were indeed of limited weight.

Even more, some ancient orthodoxies that remained hidden from the world had their Immortal Caves tightly closed, their disciples focusing on bitter cultivation, turning a deaf ear to the noise of the outside world.