Eternal Time and Space

Chapter 59 Sword Slash

The gaze that conquered gods and demons swept across the sky, across the earth, across the underworld, and finally landed on Mo Yun.

Upon sensing Mo Yun's cultivation aura, Conquering Gods and Demons was first taken aback, then burst into laughter, his laughter like the beating of war drums, causing the clouds in the sky to churn endlessly.

"You, the creator, is this all the cultivation you've achieved?" The voice that conquered gods and demons was filled with undisguised contempt. "No wonder the world you created is so weak. Look at this sky, as thin as paper; look at this land, as shallow as a bowl; look at these creatures, they haven't even developed intelligence. What kind of world did you create? A wasteland!"

Mo Yun watched as the gods and demons were conquered, remaining silent. The Ten Bright Swords trembled slightly in his palm, their sword chants growing clearer and clearer.

Conquering Gods and Demons stepped forward from the dragon chariot, hands behind his back, looking down at Mo Yun: "I, Blood Army, will give you a chance. Offer this world to me, and I may spare your life."

Mo Yun remained silent.

Blood Army frowned slightly. He was used to the enemy's pleas for mercy, the enemy's resistance, and the enemy's submission under the Great Dao of Conquest, but he was not used to the enemy's lack of response to his words.

"Are you deaf or scared out of your wits?" Blood Army's voice turned cold.

A sharp glint flashed in Mo Yun's eyes.

A flash of golden light appeared.

As the Ten Bright Swords were thrust out, no one could see how Mo Yun drew his sword. All they saw was a dazzling golden light explode. The sword light was incredibly fast, faster than when Mo Yun fought Ji Du, and faster than when Mo Yun killed the pseudo-Pangu. Having experienced the baptism of creation, Mo Yun's speed had reached a level that even he himself could not accurately measure.

In Xuejun's pupils, the golden sword light was rapidly expanding. He wanted to dodge, but the moment the thought arose, the sword light had already pierced his brow.

An extremely terrifying force exploded from the tip of the sword. Amidst Xue Jun's screams, he was cleaved away by the sword, his body flying backward like a blood-red meteor from the sky, crashing through the clouds, smashing through a newly formed mountain range, and carving a trench that stretched for thousands of miles in the earth.

The white bone fragments on the dragon chariot were shattered into countless pieces by the aftershocks of the sword light, and the nine blood dragons let out uneasy roars.

Xue Jun crawled out of the ravine, a deep, bone-revealing sword wound between his brows. Dark red blood gushed from the wound, flowing down his nose and chin, dripping onto his battle robe. But before he could even regain his footing, Mo Yun's sword light descended once more.

Mo Yun gave the Blood Army no chance to breathe. In an instant, the Ten Bright Swords unleashed tens of millions of sword strikes. Golden sword light filled the heavens and earth, like countless golden needles piercing the Blood Army from all directions.

The void was pierced with countless tiny holes, the sky was riddled with holes, the earth was scarred and ravaged, and the blood army's flesh was shredded in the sword light, cut into countless fragments by thousands of sword lights.

However, Xue Jun was, after all, a being of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal level. Although his physical body was shredded, his primordial spirit was not destroyed.

Blood Army's primordial spirit, wreathed in crimson light, burst forth from the storm of sword light, letting out a roar that shook the heavens and earth.

From within the dragon chariot, countless figures burst forth, transforming into a dense, boundless army of soldiers.

Every soldier was clad in blood-red armor, wielding a spear, their faces stiff, their eyes vacant, like puppets whose souls had been ripped out.

And that is indeed the case. These soldiers were all beings conquered by the Blood Army. Their bodies were refined into battle puppets by the Blood Army, and their souls were sewn into their battle robes, leaving only their fighting instincts.

The number of these soldiers was countless—millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions? The army formed a massive formation that covered the sky, and the crimson military aura soared into the heavens, gathering into a blood-red cloud that blotted out the sun.

As the military formation moved, the auras of hundreds of millions of soldiers merged into one, transforming into a terrifying power that could make even a Primordial Golden Immortal change color.

Mo Yun faced the army formation with an indifferent expression. With a slight tremor of the Ten Bright Sword, countless sword lights crashed into the army formation. The army formation composed of hundreds of millions of soldiers was pierced through one huge chasm after another. Countless soldiers fell down in unison like harvested wheat. Their armor, spears, and flesh were as fragile as paper in front of the sword light.

Sword light flashed, as fast as lightning, weaving through every corner of the army formation. The Blood Army could not see the trajectory of the sword light, but could only see their own army formation collapsing continuously in the sword light, and their war puppets, which had accumulated over countless eras, turning into fragments in the sword light.

In the blink of an eye, half of the millions of soldiers were killed by Mo Yun.

Blood Army's heart bled. These soldiers were the fruits of his countless eons of effort, the foundation upon which he conquered the Great Dao. With each battle puppet lost, his strength would diminish.

With a loud shout, Xue Jun thrust his stone spear forward, the ancient stone spear flying from his palm and transforming into a blood-red rainbow that crashed down in front of Mo Yun.

With a gentle flick of the Moyun Ten Bright Sword, the stone spear was sent flying with a crisp clang. The light of conquest on the spear was shattered the moment the sword tip touched it. The stone spear tumbled and flew backward, crashing into the army formation and smashing tens of thousands of soldiers into pieces.

Blood Army's pupils contracted as he recalled his stone spears. Before he could strike again, Mo Yun's figure blurred as a golden sword light pierced through the remaining army formation.

Sword light weaved through the millions of soldiers like a golden fish, blood and flesh flying everywhere, limbs and broken arms pouring down like a torrential rain. Countless soldiers were cut into countless pieces by the sword light, and in just a moment, another 30% of the soldiers were killed by Mo Yun.

With a grim expression, Xue Jun roared, and the dragon chariot shone brightly. The nine blood dragons simultaneously let out a deafening roar, and their massive bodies writhed and swam in the void. A terrifying suction force erupted from the dragon chariot, pulling all the remaining soldiers back into the chariot.

The blood dragon roared, and the dragon chariot transformed into a blood-red rainbow, crashing towards Moyun.

The dragon horns merged into nine blood-red spears, its claws tore through the void, and dark red dragon breath spewed from its mouth. At the same time, the skulls on the chariot opened their mouths and emitted a piercing shriek. Blood Army stood on the dragon chariot, holding stone spears, and blood light soared into the sky around him.

Mo Yun sneered, and golden light swept across the left side of the dragon carriage, severing the carriage shafts. It swept across the right side of the dragon carriage, shattering the wheels. Golden light swirled around the dragon carriage, and countless sword beams struck it.

The cracking sounds were as dense as rain, and countless fine sword marks appeared on the white bone chariot. The sword marks became more and more numerous and denser, until finally the entire dragon chariot collapsed in the sword light.

Blood splattered as the nine blood dragons exploded simultaneously, their scales, flesh, and bones turning into countless pieces of flesh in the sword light, raining down on the earth and staining the land for hundreds of thousands of miles around dark red.