Blood Filth Divine Light

By now, the ebony sword had completely devoured the Boundless Blood Mulberry, integrating it into a seamless whole and transforming into a low-grade magic treasure! Its emerald-green blade radiated an aura of extreme sharpness, the sword intent on the edge nearly solidifying into physical substance as if capable of tearing open the void. Qin Sang looked at the ebony sword with fondness. Then his gaze turned cold. Staring at the streak of blood-red escape light, he softly uttered a single word from his lips: "Go!" In an instant, the ebony sword vanished from before Qin Sang. The next moment, a colossal rumble of thunder shook the heavens. The thunder rolled across the four quarters with earth-shattering might, startling ghosts and striking awe into the human heart. Hearing the roar of thunder, the fleeing silver-robed man jumped in terror. A sudden premonition of impending doom welled up within him. Hurriedly looking back, he saw only a blinding streak of sword light flying toward him at an astonishing speed, like a meteor chasing the moon. Over such a vast distance, it crossed the gap in the blink of an eye, arriving right before him. The razor-sharp edge of the flying sword bore an unmatched, invincible might that turned the silver-robed man pale with fright. That earth-shattering roll of thunder had been brought forth by this very sword light. Witnessing this scene, the silver-robed man suddenly recalled a legendary realm of the sword dao—Sword Qi Thunderclap! A sword striking like lightning, startling as a swan taking flight. Legend had it that even among Golden Core cultivators, very few could comprehend this realm of the sword. Only sword fanatics or blessed individuals endowed with innate talent far beyond normal men ever had the fortune to master it. Qin Sang naturally possessed no such genius. He had to race against time in his cultivation and could never obsess over the sword dao, becoming a sword fanatic to contemplate sword intent day and night. Sword Qi Thunderclap was the second divine ability granted to Qin Sang by the *Origin Soul Sword-Nurturing Chapter*. When he broke through to the second layer of the cultivation method, he had acquired the Sword and Man as One and the Shadowless Concealment divine abilities, which had helped him escape danger several times. A few years ago, upon breaking through to the late Foundation Establishment stage and cultivating to the fourth layer, Qin Sang had learned Sword Qi Thunderclap. After acquiring this divine ability, Qin Sang had spent a long period in secluded cultivation to comprehend it thoroughly. He found that Sword Qi Thunderclap truly lived up to its name, being exceptionally powerful. Its most terrifying aspect was its astonishing speed. Combined with the ebony sword's grade as a magic treasure, any cultivator of the same cultivation realm who acted carelessly and stood too close would be utterly unable to react before the ebony sword easily pierced through their spiritual power and flesh. After understanding Sword Qi Thunderclap, Qin Sang had not hesitated to pause his cultivation and spend an entire year in seclusion to master this divine ability to perfection. This was a powerful divine ability capable of turning the tide even in a battle between Golden Core cultivators, and thanks to the *Origin Soul Sword-Nurturing Chapter*, Qin Sang had grasped it while still in the Foundation Establishment stage. With Sword Qi Thunderclap alone, he could easily crush cultivators of the same realm. Were it not for the horrific side effects of the *Origin Soul Sword-Nurturing Chapter*, which made it impossible for an ordinary person to cultivate successfully, every disciple in Shaohua Mountain would have chosen this technique without hesitation! After breaking through to late Foundation Establishment and inscribing the fourth killing talisman upon the ebony sword, Qin Sang had gained a much deeper understanding of the *Origin Soul Sword-Nurturing Chapter*. The spirit sword was harbored within the origin soul, where the four killing talismans alongside the sword intent and killing intent radiating from the spirit sword constantly battered his origin soul. Without the protection of the jade Buddha, Qin Sang would have long since been driven mad. Because of this, Qin Sang admired Senior Qingzhu all the more. Just how immense had Senior Qingzhu's willpower been to endure the relentless battering of sword intent and killing talismans with a fragile origin soul while continuing his cultivation? He had even set a Shaohua Mountain record by forming his core in forty years. Sword Qi Thunderclap was already so potent; who knew how terrifying the fifth layer's divine ability, sword light differentiation, would be? At this thought, Qin Sang's anticipation for Core Formation grew even stronger and more urgent. It was only because the silver-robed man had fled first and created so much distance between them that he was not already a ghost beneath the sword. *Sword Qi Thunderclap!* *It's actually Sword Qi Thunderclap!* The silver-robed man was terrified out of his wits. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that his opponent would be a freak who had comprehended Sword Qi Thunderclap while still in the Foundation Establishment stage. Throughout the cultivation world of the Lesser Cold Domain, ancient tales told of only a handful of individuals who had comprehended Sword Qi Thunderclap during the Foundation Establishment stage, and every one of them had been a legendary figure whose name echoed through history. At this moment, after traveling such a long distance, the ebony sword's momentum was beginning to wane, yet the sword light remained dazzling, carrying the stench of death. In his sheer panic, the silver-robed man hurriedly threw out all the spirit talismans from his mustard seed bag while simultaneously deploying a flower basket. In an instant, various incantations erupted together, filling the sky with shimmering, multicolored radiance that was gorgeous to behold. Yet before the ebony sword, these spells posed almost no obstacle, shattered like dry twigs by the blade. "Another magic treasure!" The silver-robed man's eyes went wide. He felt like he was losing his mind. His master, Daoist Jiupao, was a bona fide Golden Core cultivator. Before the destruction of the Kuiyin Sect, he had been the foremost disciple among the third generation, enjoying every favor from the sect, yet he only possessed two magic treasures. He had expended countless efforts to gather all the spirit materials before he could forge his life magic treasure. His other magic treasure, the Ten Directions Yanluo Banner, had been passed down from their patriarch. This person was clearly a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Not only did he know Sword Qi Thunderclap, but he also possessed two magic treasures—and most bizarrely of all, he could actually wield both. Just when had he provoked such a monster? If he knew that a damaged magic treasure also lay inside Qin Sang's mustard seed bag, awaiting only the required spirit materials to be repaired, who knew if he would cough up blood on the spot. Having hastily deployed the flower basket, the silver-robed man watched as streaks of iridescent rainbow light shot out from it. For a moment, thousands of auspicious rays hung in the distant sky, tangling toward the ebony sword in unison. Taking advantage of the flying sword's waning momentum, perhaps they could delay it for a moment. Just as the silver-robed man prepared to burn his essence blood and continue his escape, a scene unfolded that left him utterly appalled. With a slight sway of the ebony sword, an uncanny, sinister bloody hue suddenly surged across the emerald blade. Immediately afterward, a ray of blood-red light sprayed forth, landing squarely on the flower basket. The moment the blood-red light touched it, the flower basket seemed contaminated by some foul, filthy substance. The lush blossoms covering the basket instantly lost their luster, the fresh flowers withered, and the entire basket was stained blood-red, stripped of all spirituality. *Pfft!* The flower basket was pierced straight through by the ebony sword following close behind. *What kind of blood-red light is that?* The thought had barely crossed the silver-robed man's mind when a searing pain struck his chest. Looking down, he saw that the ebony sword had already pierced through his spiritual power and his chest without him even realizing it. Blood scattered across the vast sky, and his life signs vanished completely. Back on the isolated peak, Qin Sang waved his hand to erase the residual aura of the battle. His figure flashed repeatedly as he flew up into the air. Taking a moment to glance left and right, he noticed many hidden auras stirring in this mountain range. Evidently, they were all cultivators in seclusion who had been disturbed by the commotion of the ebony sword slaying the silver-robed man. Qin Sang was not afraid of Foundation Establishment cultivators, but he worried about drawing the attention of Core Formation stage cultivators from Tianyou City. He was not so arrogant as to think he could stand toe-to-toe with a Core Formation cultivator. That was why he had unleashed the ebony sword's Blood Filth Divine Light without hesitation, aiming for a swift victory. By devouring the Boundless Blood Mulberry, the ebony sword had gained the Blood Filth Divine Light ability, which could severely damage the spirituality of even a magic treasure; dealing with a mere magic tool was child's play. Unfortunately, the Blood Filth Divine Light could only be used once before requiring time to recover.