The Legend of Futian - Chapter 1078

Chapter 1078: Borrowing the Sword Thousands of Miles Away

All the mighty ones from the Nine States escaped by air. There were countless cultivators from Emperor Xia’s Realm, so much so that they numbered in the billions. However, few managed to make it into the pinnacle of the Saint Plane. Fewer were capable of making it to the Holiness of Nirvana.

The Sword Saint of the Void had been one such figure before he perished. But at the moment, only the demon of a person was the true Holiness of Nirvana currently. There was simply no one other than Yaya, who had once been Holiness of Nirvana, capable of stopping him. However, even Yaya claimed that she could not hold him back for long.

The vast Xuanji Mountain seemed to have turned into a mountain of swords at that moment, shrouded in sword will. Boundless swords turned into a Sword Diagram of the Void, pulsing with towering light. Sword aura covered hundreds of miles. Light of the sword out to tear the heavens shot up at what looked like an overbearing devil. The extremely imposing and menacing looks was where Cao Kong, the renowned practitioner of the demonic arts of Dali, was.

The swords coalesced into a river of stars and shot to the heavens. At that moment, Yaya seemed to have returned to her peak state. It seemed as if she had disappeared altogether and had turned into a sword. There seemed to only be the massive sword matrix all over the skies at the moment.

The Village Chief shuddered when he looked back, feeling extremely restless. He had little idea of what would have happened to his mistress in that fight. That was invoking the Sword Matrix of the Void at its pinnacle by force. There was no way that even the Sword Saint of the Void would have been able to beat the Holiness of Nirvana without being at the top of her game.

All of Xuanji Mountain slowly crumbled, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time before the place was reduced to rubble. That scene was harrowing. Ye Futian and the others continued to run for their lives amidst the dust and chaos. Many saints headed for them at the speed of lightning, quickly circling to their rear and getting ready to cordon them off altogether.

“Let’s go,” Saint Xia decided right there and then, heading for the left flank while Saint Li headed right. Both of them were at the second level of the Saint Plane, and they were capable of fighting the intruders off somewhat. The mighty ones at their flanks collided with both of them. As for the ones at the rear of the escapees, they continued to pursue Ye Futian as there was little need for them to stay behind.

Three of them emanated tremendously powerful aura, and they were at mighty ones at the third level of the Saint Plane. Both Emperor Li’s Realm and Emperor Xia’s Realm dispatched many mighty ones to the Empty Realm for the Battle of Empty Realm. Due to having won said battle, Emperor Xia’s Realm continued to send forces to control the Empty Realm. As the loser of the fight, many mighty ones from Emperor Li’s Realm left.

In actuality, the forces of Emperor Li’s Realm in the Empty Realm at the moment were inferior to those of Emperor Xia’s Realm. The number of people that Li Yao was able to dispatch was limited, as well. He needed to resort to trickery to remove the guards that Xia Qingyuan sent to Ye Futian’s side. He had even spent quite a fortune to have many saints from Empty Realm fool Xia Qingyuan, shocking her and buying them time.

It was worth noting that to shock the Sacred General of Tian, he had even invited someone very, very powerful to help with the act. Though this figure did nothing but loiter around, the price was steep nonetheless. As such, he could not have afforded to return empty-handed, which was why he focused all of his forces on killing Ye Futian.

“Where do you think you’re going?” a cold voice said. A devilish figure of extreme might was seen extending his hands, bringing towering demonic might to bear. If the leader of the Demonic clan, Cao Kong, was around, then it only stood to reason that other top-notch figures would show up as well.

The figure that just lashed out with an attack against them was none other than the Demon Saint, who was at the third level of the Saint Plane. As he lashed out with his hand, the aura of the surroundings reserved into his palm. Ye Futian and the others felt as if their bodies were going in reverse, making it impossible for them to move forward.

The Village Chief intended to keep moving forward through the air, yet that frightening, devouring power seemed to be imbued with powers to devour even the great path. The currents seemed to flow in reserve. The level difference could not be compensated in any way. They had no time for games with Ye Futian and his people. Li Yao gave them limited time to kill Ye Futian and Yu Sheng. If Xia Qingyuan were to realize something was off, her people would be able to get to where they were quickly. In short, both sides were racing against time.

The people of the Xiao clan were only able to inform Ye Futian and the others after Li Yao appeared. With the time the mighty ones of Xiao clan spent getting there taken into consideration, Xia Qingyuan might have sensed something was off, and she would have to get Ye Futian as soon as possible. As such, the enemy struck as soon as the people who were sent to protect Ye Futian left, giving Ye Futian and his people no chance to recover.

Terrifying sealing arts rained down on them, blocking off the force of the great path at the rear of the escapees. The Moon Saint’s power paled in comparison to that of the enemy. A beam of light of the sword shot through the air. The seals that the Moon Saint laid out crumbled with a boom. Saints went after the Moon Saint. Saints at the third level of Sainthood did not even bother with him. From their perspective, that saint at the second level of Saint Plane was far less important than Ye Futian; their targets were Ye Futian and Yu Sheng. It did not matter if they were to kill the others around those two.

Despite having been thrown off, the Moon Saint continued to buy whatever time he was able to enable Ye Futian and the others to continue to run. However, that bit of time seemed to have little meaning in the pursuit; life and death hanging by a thread. Such a miniscule amount of time meant almost nothing. There was no way they could escape.

“Please help me intercept the saints in the back,” a voice said. Those of the Holy Zhi Palace heard it, and their pupils contracted a bit, yet they did as they were asked all the same. Among the mighty ones going after them, the three at the very front were all of the third step of Sainthood, so they had no to fight. The ones at the flanks, on the other hand, consisted of saints of the first level and second level. Saint Xia, Saint Li, and the Moon Saint did quite a lot to hold the mighty ones off.

Boom. Douzhan took the lead. Despite being asked to do what he was about to do, he remained pessimistic about his chances. Saints at the third level were simply too powerful. There was no way they could have fought such enemies off.

The few top-notch figures that Xia Qingyuan had assigned to Ye Futian’s side might have been able to fight such enemies and hold them off. Still, all of these figures had already been called to back Xia Qingyuan up, making their situation quite desperate.

The battle between saints exploded at the flanks. Douzhan, Zhuge Qingfeng, and others had not been saints for long, and they were from the Lower Worlds, making it impossible to fight the enemies toe-to-toe. However, at such a time, they had no choice but to fight to the death. But the most brutal thing about the fights there was that even if they were to fight with all they had, they were still unable to see any hope of coming out on top.

Only the Glass Saint and the Village Chief were left before Ye Futian, making it impossible for them to fend off their assailants.

Dazzling light burst from the Glass Saint as she lashed out with the sword in her hand, cutting down all bondage of the great path in an unfazed manner. The devouring powers that shrouded Ye Futian and the others were cut down as well. However, it hardly made any difference to the enemy, and it seemed that said enemy was about to take them soon enough.

“You all go on ahead.” At that moment, a figure was seen turning around, standing before the three top-notch saints at their tail. Ye Futian and the others were shocked, looking at who had just turned around.

“What are you doing, Wuchen?” Ye Futian shouted. Ye Wuchen was but a sage at the pinnacle of his plane. There was no way he would be able to stand against third-level saints. He was practically walking to his grave.

Even those three extremely powerful saints were dumbfounded. That man from the Demonic clan, who was at the third level of the Saint Plane, lashed out with his palm. It circled with demonic might, sucking Ye Wuchen into his hand. There was no way Ye Wuchen could resist such an attack. He was sucked inside like a beam of light. It was as if it would only take the enemy a single thought to thrust him into a bottomless abyss.

“Wuchen.” Ye Futian couldn’t bring himself to move ahead. He turned around to look at the man who stood up for him. He felt defeated. They could have tried to fight the opponent if they were on the first level of the Saint Plane, but the current level difference was just too great. They were of several orders of magnitude lower than the enemy. They were like ants in front of him; beings so pathetic that he could have simply squished them.

However, Ye Wuchen turned around and stood before them.

Ye Wuchen looked utterly insignificant before someone at the pinnacle of the third level of the Saint Plane. He continued to be sucked into the maelstrom of the enemy’s hand. The enemy did not even stop moving forward while doing so. A sage was like an ant, and as such, there was no way the saint would be affected.

Ye Wuchen was about to be sucked into the maelstrom when towering sword wills burst from his body, which did not seem to be his sword wills, to begin with. Boundless sword wills burst from within his body and headed straight for that maelstrom. Ye Wuchen’s eyes looked extremely sharp at that instant as he uttered, “I request your aid of the sword.” A sword shot out from within him as he spoke. The flash of the sword shone brilliantly.

Everything in their surroundings seemed to have been severed when that sword came forth, severing the heavens and the earth, as well as the soul. That sword seemed to be out to sever the 3,000 paths. Towering wills burst from within that sword. The powerful demonic arts practitioner that was trying to devour Ye Wuchen looked on with a shocked, grim expression.

“Look out!” The top-notch mighty one from the Sword Mountain was just as shocked to see the Sword of Lihen. It was not the sword of Ye Wuchen but was of the lord of the number one holy land of swordsmanship of Emperor Xia’s Realm; the sword of the Swordmaster of Lihen, the number one swordsman in Emperor Xia’s Realm. Ye Wuchen was borrowing his sword.

Ye Futian looked ahead. The exceptionally brilliant sword had shrouded the heavens and earth with its blinding brilliance. He recalled the fight with Wang Chuan at that moment. The Swordmaster of Lihen bestowing Ye Wuchen with a sword, and Ye Futian also remembered what the swordmaster said to Ye Wuchen. The Swordmaster of Lihen lent Ye Wuchen a sword. Furthermore, it was not just any other sword.

“It shall be done.” A trembling voice was heard, but it was not Ye Wuchen’s voice. It seemed to have come from somewhere else, replying to Ye Wuchen’s request.

The sword penetrated the maelstrom of that demonic arts practitioner, tearing it to bits. That sword plunged into the palm of the enemy, and despite the towering demonic might imbued within, his hand was penetrated right away by the blade. At the very next moment, that overbearing demonic being was covered in boundless sword will. The aura of the sword shrouded his entire being next.

At that moment, far away at a palace at the 33rd Layer of Heaven at Lihen Heaven in Emperor Xia’s Realm, someone was sitting cross-legged while towering sword will coursed about him. It was as if he was fighting a battle far, far away.

“Cut.” His voice seemed to have traversed through space and resounded at the 33rd Layer of Heaven at Lihen Heaven, as well as beneath Xuanji Mountain at Empty Realm.

That demonic being was crushed bit by bit by the sword aura as the voice spoke. A harrowing howl was heard, and the man was no more!