The Legend of Futian - Chapter 1069

Chapter 1069: Borrowing the Great Path for the Fight

Ye Futian charged into the midst of the army without care. Yu Sheng and the others were right behind him. Yu Sheng’s form was that of a devil at the moment, looking imposingly huge, cutting up a bloody path with just one swing of his axe. He and Ye Futian were both practically invincible in terms of strength, enabling them to ignore power attacks from enemies, which was why they dared to charge straight into the army. The Sword Saint, Gu Dongliu, Ye Wuchen, Huang Jiuge, Qin Zhuang, and others right behind them unleashed their attacks as well, cleaving up their path.

Li Yao and Yuan Jin scanned the battlefield and found themselves caught in a pincer attack. Be it Ye Futian on one side or Xia Qingyuan on the other, both of them were extremely powerful. After Ye Futian defeated Kong Xuan, all of them knew that Ye Futian’s powers were on par with Xia Qingyuan’s. They were near-invincible below the Saint Plane. It would have probably required saint-level powers to kill them.

“Tian Gan, protect His Highness,” Yuan Jin said to an army of deadly warriors at his side. A group of semi-saint figures circled Li Yao. Those people were top-notch figures under the Saint Plane at Dali Dynasty. They were capable of cutting down enemies when at an advantage and protecting their supreme commander when at a disadvantage.

It was clear that they were at a disadvantage, requiring them to prioritize defense. But then again, if they were to defend and do nothing else, then they would merely be sitting ducks. It was only a matter of time before they were doomed.

What was the meaning behind Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan refusing to cut down the imperial flag? Their enemy intended to kill every last unit of Emperor Li’s Realm’s forces. It was a bold, unrestrained attitude to take in such a war.

“Di Zhi,” Yuan Jin called again. Another legion consisting of 81 people gathered around him. All 81 of them wore pitch-black clothing, looking cold and unforgiving.

Tian Gan and Di Zhi had separate roles. The warriors of Tian Gan were suicide warriors explicitly bred to serve Dali royalty, and there was a limited need for them. As such, they were comparatively less dangerous to deal with.

The ones of the Di Zhi, on the other hand, were meant to perform the most perilous missions. All of them were painstakingly nurtured figures, and many of them began training at a very young age. It enabled them to possess adamant, indomitable will. They were willing to give their all for Dali Dynasty.

All 81 of them took mystical formations. Yuan Jin stood above them at the rear and glimmered. A golden diagram appeared behind him, which spun maniacally. It seemed to be a diagram of the great path, with the mystics of the universe, as well as the likes of five elements and yin and yang in operation.

The light shining from the diagram was incredibly blinding, covering all 81 warriors. Beams of golden threads pierced into the brains of all 81 warriors, and they lit up brilliantly at the same time. It was as if they were all part of a single being without any individual differences.

Terrifying aura burst from all 81 of them. Yuan Jin moved forward and walked in the midst of the 81. At that very moment, all of those warriors received spiritual will commands, entirely under his control. Yuan Jin’s eyes turned to look rather demonic. He looked at Xia Qingyuan on the battlefield.

They were about to suffer absolute defeat. If the enemy were just to cut down the flag, the Battle of Empty Realm would be officially over. Yet, the cultivators from Emperor Xia’s Realm were not satisfied with merely cutting down the enemy’s imperial flag; they wanted to demolish every single one of their enemies instead. If that was what they intend to do so, then they would pay the price.

If we can take out Xia Qingyuan, then we will still stand a chance, Yuan Jin thought.

A beam of cold light flashed. Yuan Jin moved forward, and all 81 moved alongside him. Golden sparkle danced about them. They shone like glittering golden needles, piercing at the incoming army of Emperor Xia’s Realm.

“Look out!” Xia Qingyuan looked up at where Yuan Jin was. She felt a tinge of danger from his direction. Swooping, high-pitched noises were heard, and extremely dazzling golden light sparkled about in the air within a split second. The criss-crossing thread turned into a formless net, flying at extreme speeds.

Pfftt! A faint sound was heard from another direction. Some people had had parts of their bodies—their brows, their throats, or their chests—pierced. A very eerie scene was seen. Yuan Jin’s hands seemed to be taking control of countless threads. All 81 of those semi-saints were like his puppets. Furthermore, it seemed as if the cultivators who had their bodies stabbed suffered the same fate—their eyes showed intense fear.

Dazzling golden light of devastation burst shortly after. Blood filled the air, and all cultivators who had been stabbed had their bodies torn apart by the countless threads.

If Ye Futian were to see what happened on that battlefield, he would have realized that the abilities used by Yuan Jin resembled the ones used by the nine back in the Sacred War of the Nine States. When all nine of them joined hands, their powers were incredibly overbearing, so much so that he had to bring his imperial will to the fore. However, what Yuan Jin was pulling there was far more powerful than what the nine had done back then. It was as if what he did was orders of magnitude above them.

Yuan Jin’s hands continued to shudder. Countless golden threads shot out from the heavens at the army before him. “Block his attack,” a voice shouted. The mighty ones on the battlefield discovered in that very instant how dangerous Yuan Jin was. One legion cast defensive powers in the form of a dazzling barrier of light. But then, those threads seemed to be like needles. They were thin enough to slip through any openings or cracks, burrowing their way into the barrier of light.

Countless threads shot inside and turned into a net. Yuan Jin pulled with both hands, and the barrier was instantly shattered. Those threads continued on their way to slaughter. Untold numbers of mighty ones perished under the attacks of those threads within a heartbeat.

“Overwhelming through saintly might.” Many were able to sense saintly might within those very fine threads. All 81 of the enemy mighty ones moved forward at blitzing speeds, charging at the army. They were heading for Xia Qingyuan, who had been deemed near-invincible on the battlefield.

“Protect the princess!” Tian Ji called loudly. The imperial advisor of Dali Dynasty was versed in many peculiar mystical arts, including some heretic, evil ones. Yuan Jin was probably a student of said imperial advisor. That Imperial advisor of Dali Dynasty would have sent a student to fight in every one of Battle of Empty Realms. They were either tasked to lead the charge or lay out tactics behind the scenes.

Blood spilled everywhere on the battlefield. An aura of massive magnitudes shot to the heavens with frightening might. Mighty ones from Divine Cloud Valley got into formation. Gongsun Zhong unleashed the Divine Armoring Cauldron. Powerful armoring powers burst, refining the powers of the great path around him. He charged forward and held a spear in his hand, streaking through the air like a bolt of lightning as he thrust forward. There seemed to be a beam of light piercing through space within that instant as he moved in on Yuan Jin and the others. All the others unleashed their attacks after seeing Gongsun Zhong making a move. All who appeared on the battlefield were veterans, so they deemed it impossible just to let the chance slip by instead of merely shirking from the enemy’s might.

Yuan Jin watched with an unfazed expression. The golden diagram behind him seemed to be one of the great path. Boundless light shrouded the sky. Within that instant, all 81 mighty ones in his battle matrix unleashed overpowering saintly might as he launched a palm attack forward.

Every single one of the 81 blasted a diagram of the great path, respectively. One diagram after another shut the space down as they spun in a frenzy. All 81 diagrams seemed to have formed a complete whole and resonated with the great path as if they all formed a godly shield.

“Stampeding God,” Gongsun Zhong called as he thrust the spear. The shadow of the attack was towering and brought earth-shattering force onto the diagrams. The diagrams were rattled and light shot into the 81 mighty ones with the diagrams. All of them had devastating light coursing about their bodies as if they had all bore the brunt of the attack at once.

That was not the only attack. Many others came down on the diagrams soon enough, but none had been able to destroy the shield. Countless threads shot out from within the many diagrams and climbed onto Gongsun Zhong’s spear, wrapping around it within mere moments, continuing to move at him.

Boom. Powers devouring everything burst, and the Divine Armoring Cauldron moved forward, intending to cook up all the countless threads about. One figure after another shot forth. The 81 mighty ones quickly surrounded Gongsun Zhong. Golden images coursing about their bodies pulsed with destructive light, shooting at Gongsun Zhong at the same time.

Gongsun Zhong scanned his surroundings and saw countless golden threads shot to the air. The power of the Divine Armoring Cauldron was unleashed at full force. The glittering light from within consumed most of the threads, yet there were still some left that slithered through and headed towards him.

Gongsun Zhong swung the spear in his hand about. Boundless shadows of the spear appeared in his surroundings. High-pitched noises were heard as attacks were launched. At the same time, Xuanyuan Ao and many other mighty ones from Emperor Xia’s Realm burst with their own attacks. The Xuanyuan Sword Spirit shot through and hit one of the 81. Explosions were heard as that one man’s defenses crumbled as if he had been shattered.

Gu Mu, Xiao Sheng, and others headed their way and launched attacks as well. One figure after another was rattled so badly that they spat up blood. The first batch of casualties quickly resulted as the army of Emperor Xia’s Realm surrounded Yuan Jin’s battle matrix.

“Xia Qingyuan, how about we just end this battle right here, right now?” Yuan Jin’s eyes pierced the skies. He gazed at Xia Qingyuan at the rear. After fighting for a while, he felt that taking down Xia Qingyuan would have proven too difficult. Emperor Xia’s army gave him no openings, which he could have used to harm Xia Qingyuan.

Xia Qingyuan took one look at the battlefield on Ye Futian’s side. She had not been doing all that much in that year’s Battle of Empty Realm. That held true for most from Emperor Xia’s City. Ye Futian had been the one laying down the plans in the battle and had enabled Emperor Xia’s Realm to bag the victory of the battle. As such, regardless of what Ye Futian intended to do, she saw no reason to go against him.

“Kill,” Xia Qingyuan uttered, refusing to stop fighting. Yuan Jin was unfazed upon hearing her answer. The cold winds of the battlefield blew on him. His robe and black hair billowed.

“We shall fight for Dali Dynasty,” Yuan Jin said. He sounded very solemn.

“We shall fight for Dali Dynasty!” all 81 mighty ones of the legion of Di Zhi said with determined eyes, as if they had been entirely controlled by Yuan Jin.

In that very instant, the diagram behind Yuan Jin turned even more brilliant. The aura within the bodies of the 81 warriors coursed towards him. Countless golden threads shot to the air and pierced his body. Waves of terrifying power were infused into Yuan Jin’s body.

Divine might emanated from Yuan Jin. The weather in the skies changed. The light of calamity of the divine path was there. Yuan Jin lifted his head to look at the sky. His hair continued to billow as he uttered a single line, “I request to borrow the great path for the fight.”