Chapter 670: Famous Throughout Luotian, Decapitating Luotian Art!

Immense Wealth, the first Flying Sword Wang Lin obtained at the Hengyue School, seemed to have been destined for all future events the moment the young man first grasped it years ago.

The losses and gains throughout the hundreds of years of Karma flashed by.

Contained within Immense Wealth was a Soul Skill from the previous generation's Rain Sword Soul. This Soul Skill was not an Immortal Art, nor Daoist Magic, nor a Divine Ability; it was a sword form!

A supremely powerful form inherited from ancient Sword Intent!

Wang Lin gripped the Immortal Sword, watching the grand formation being continuously attacked and suppressed by the Immortal Guard and the Thunder Beast. The moment the formation could no longer bear the strain, he raised the Immortal Sword, the calm light in his eyes fading, replaced by sword light!

At that instant, his entire being merged with the sword in his hand.

The Immortal Sword rose!

And fell!

This simple descent instantly plunged heaven and earth into illusory darkness. Whether it was the Immortal Guard or the Thunder Beast, everything seemed to vanish at that moment.

The entire world was left with only this simple descent!

This single sword strike seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth, tearing the cosmos from Chaos. No Sword Qi was emitted, no Immortal Power circulated, yet this simple descent gave everyone who witnessed it a shock originating from the Soul.

The one who bore the brunt was the Huan Family Old Ancestor. His eyes widened abruptly, revealing an unbelievable shock, and he cried out, "This… this is Rule!"

It was as if heaven and earth were being violently torn apart before his eyes, the sound of the tearing echoing in his mind out of thin air! The darkened world seemed genuinely ripped open!

He was not the only one; Huan Fengshen gasped.

A monstrous killing intent spread wildly the moment the Flying Sword descended, tearing through Huan Fengshen's vision and branding itself onto his mind.

Huan Fengshen's body immediately stiffened.

"This… this is…" Huan Fengshen's mind trembled violently, as if a sharp sword had stabbed straight into his glabella and burst out through his heavenly spirit. He subconsciously retreated several steps. With his Late Stage Soul Transformation cultivation, he couldn't discern the Rule of this sword, but he could clearly feel that this descent seemed to contain a certain Heavenly Dao, yet even more so, a sharpness capable of tearing apart the Heavenly Dao itself.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump. Huan Fengshen could clearly hear his heart beating rapidly. He even had the illusion that he was collapsing along with heaven and earth.

All the direct line members of the Huan Family, whose eyes had been looking toward the sky, immediately showed expressions of shock. That simple descent made them feel as if they were personally present, as if they too were being torn apart along with heaven and earth by the momentum of the falling sword, and the sweat seeping from their bodies instantly soaked their clothes.

With their cultivation, they had no idea why this was happening—why the opponent merely let the Flying Sword drop, despite the obstruction of the grand formation, yet they still felt this way. The fear of death instantly spread.

Not only them, but Qian Kuizi, who had been remotely observing the area with his Divine Sense, also had a brilliant flash in his eyes. He was in a secret room of the Qian Family and suddenly stood up.

"Rule! This sword strike contains Rule! Isn't Rule precisely what the second step of cultivation pursues? The comprehension of Heavenly Dao in the first step is transformed into the Power of Rule in the second step. If this child isn't someone from the Thunder Immortal Palace, how could he possibly execute such a sword strike!"

The Xu Family also noticed this scene. An old man with gray hair from the Xu Family was also viewing the Huan Family battlefield with Divine Sense. He had originally agreed with the Huan Family Old Ancestor to step out and assist, but the foot he had raised was gently lowered.

"This child's sword form is very powerful. Although I am not afraid, anyone who dares to challenge the Huan Family must have a backup plan!"

As the sword fell, all sounds in the world vanished. The Huan Family's grand formation instantly collapsed without any physical contact or strike!

Retracting the sword, Wang Lin's face was pale, but the cold light in his eyes intensified as he stared at the Huan Family below, now unprotected by the grand formation.

The impact of the Decapitating Luotian Art on the body was immense and unrelated to cultivation. Executing this form required the Origin Qi tightly merged with the Primordial Spirit within the body!

The Origin Qi and Primordial Spirit of a Soul Transformation Cultivator are merged and inseparable, but the Decapitating Luotian Art could forcibly separate a portion of it. A Soul Transformation Cultivator has a fixed amount of Origin Qi; if too much is lost, their cultivation will regress significantly. Fortunately, Wang Lin's Origin Qi was slightly more abundant than that of ordinary Soul Transformation Cultivators due to Zhou Yi's Soul Transformation Crystal.

Silence reigned within the Huan Family. Huan Wuqing's gaze grew even gloomier as he stared at Wang Lin and said coldly, "This old man underestimated you. To possess a sword form containing Rule with only Soul Transformation cultivation, you are indeed powerful!

However, the gap between the first step and the second step of cultivation is too vast. If you executed this sword form with second-step cultivation, it might be worth watching, but now, it is useless! Today, by breaking my Huan Family's grand formation, you are certainly going to die!

"I summon the Ancestral Jade!" The Huan Family Old Ancestor roared. Immediately, a Vast and Immense Power suddenly rose within the Huan Family ancestral home. This power was filled with peace and serenity, enveloping the entire Huan Family like a breeze of Immortal wind.

In the Huan Family's ancestral hall far away, a golden Jade Slip slowly floated up into the sky. The power of peace and serenity emanated precisely from this Jade Slip.

The moment this Jade Slip appeared, it seemed to forcibly isolate a piece of heaven and earth on Qianhuan Star, making the Huan Family ancestral home a realm unto itself.

The Huan Family Old Ancestor stared at Wang Lin, a cold sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth. He would not personally intervene unless absolutely necessary, as he was deeply wary of Wang Lin's Sword Qi. He had previously asked Qian Kuizi to step forward precisely to consume that person's Sword Qi.

The subsequent Huan Family grand formation was intended for the same purpose.

But he never expected Qian Kuizi to retreat without a fight, and his own grand formation was broken not by this person using Sword Qi, but by combining the Thunder Beast, the Puppet, and that sword strike of Rule.

Now, he simply gritted his teeth and summoned the Jade Slip of Fortune and Blessing, a supreme treasure left by the Huan Family's ancestor. This Jade Slip contained the Immortal Art of the Huan Family ancestor from the Thunder Immortal Realm. The Huan Family maintained its current status precisely relying on this Jade Slip and an Immortal Treasure left by the ancestor.

"It's a pity the Ancestral Relic disappeared along with Huan Wuxiang thousands of years ago. Otherwise, with that Immortal Treasure here, I wouldn't need to summon the Jade Slip of Fortune and Blessing!" Huan Wuqing thought internally.

The Vast and Immense Power emanating from the Jade Slip was like a spring breeze, and it radiated a dense brilliance. Suddenly, the Jade Slip seemed to melt and transform into a human figure. Although its appearance was unclear, it gave off a sense of majesty.

"The Huan Family's Immortal Jade Slip has unfathomable power. Legend says that the Huan Family's Immortal back then had cultivation comparable to a Nirvana Cleansing Stage Cultivator. I wonder how this Envoy from the Thunder Immortal Palace will resolve this! But it is strange why the Huan Family Old Ancestor didn't bring out his ancestor's relic and instead summoned this Jade Slip." Qian Kuizi's eyes shone brightly as he observed remotely with his Divine Sense.

Inside the Xu Family, the old man smiled slightly and muttered, "The Huan Family's Immortal Treasure must have been taken away by an elder of the Main Clan. That Huan Family ancestor did leave behind a decent treasure, but they probably didn't expect that an Huan Family Cultivator who stepped into the second step would die because of this Immortal Treasure."

Inside the Huan Family ancestral home, the moment the Jade Slip of Fortune and Blessing appeared, Huan Fengshen stared intently at Wang Lin. He saw no sign of panic on Wang Lin's face.

Seeing that Huan Wuqing was about to unleash the Jade Slip's Divine Ability, Huan Fengshen's eyes showed determination. He stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Old Ancestor, my Huan Family will absolutely not participate in this matter. As the Huan Family Clan Chief, I have the right to lead the Huan Family to withdraw from this. The Old Ancestor wants to protect Huan Mei; that is a personal grievance. Please do not drag the entire Huan Family down!"

As he spoke, he looked up at Wang Lin, cupped his fists, and said, "Fellow Daoist, I am Huan Fengshen, the Huan Family Clan Chief. As I just said, this matter is a personal grievance between you and Huan Wuqing. My Huan Family will not participate. I hope Fellow Daoist can distinguish right from wrong!"

The Huan Family Old Ancestor's eyes were icy cold. He looked at Huan Fengshen, a sinister smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. His gaze swept over the surrounding direct line members, and he said gloomily, "What about the rest of you?"

The direct line members of the Huan Family around them remained silent for a moment, then one by one, they walked over to Huan Fengshen's side.

The Huan Family Old Ancestor gave a sinister laugh, coldly swept his gaze over everyone, and slowly said, "A bunch of trash!" Saying this, he raised his head, stared at Wang Lin, formed Hand Seals with his right hand, pointed, and shouted, "Jade Slip of Fortune and Blessing, kill this person!"

The figure formed by the Jade Slip stepped forward upon hearing the command, walking toward Wang Lin step by step. As the figure moved, an incredibly vast Immortal Power erupted from it. This Immortal Power was so dense that it squeezed out all the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Power on Qianhuan Star, creating a series of crashing and shattering sounds that resonated not just in this location, but across the entire Qianhuan Star.

The Immortal Guard Puppet flashed and arrived beside Wang Lin, and the Thunder Beast did the same.

Wang Lin looked at the figure walking step by step. He seemed to be experiencing an illusion; the facial features of the approaching figure seemed to become clear, and under the ethereal Immortal aura, it truly resembled a genuine Immortal.

Immortal Power permeated this figure; a sense of majesty descended. Its gaze treated everything in the world as ants, and faint Immortal Music even echoed around its body.

"Brat, besides Sword Qi, let's see what other tricks you have!" the Huan Family Old Ancestor sneered.

Liu Mei, standing nearby, raised her head and looked at Wang Lin, her eyes still filled with complexity. She touched her Storage Pouch, then lowered her hand.

Wang Lin's eyes were calm. The reason he dared to come here alone, dared to set foot on Qianhuan Star and break into the Huan Family ancestral home, was based on that crazy idea from the past, and it was also his strongest Trump Card right now.

Thinking of the Vengeful Infant in renegade immortal, Wang Lin's heart twisted in pain.

"The affairs of this world cannot escape Karma. The cause of that day is the effect of today. Only by settling this Karma, letting dust return to dust and earth return to earth, can a period of Reincarnation be concluded." Wang Lin slowly closed his eyes.

A resolute call echoed within his Primordial Spirit.

"When this battle ends, I will grant you freedom!"

A sharp, fierce roar wildly erupted from within Wang Lin's Primordial Spirit!

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