Immortality from Taming Elephant

Chapter 725 - 320: Ten Thousand Years From Now_2

Xu Guang gazed at Mu Yusheng with a smile that was not quite a smile."Xu Guang!!!!"

An elder of the Holy Land finally became angry, his beard and hair standing in rage. He leapt into the sky, transforming into a giant shrouded in mist.

"Did you come to my Holy Land today just to cause chaos, tarnishing our reputation???"

"Perhaps it is time I represent the true king and teach you a lesson!"

Xu Guang quietly stared at the elder.

He laughed wildly.

"It seems that, after such matters, you’ve decided to protect Mu Yusheng?"

"Pity my friend Han Wangshan, who lived a life of loneliness, cared by none."

"Enough, today, I will for Han Wangshan, cut down Mu Yusheng."

With that, he stepped forward.

Many elders of the Holy Land grew furious, ascending into the sky like giants on the clouds.

But just as they were about to make a move, an antiquated sword pierced through time and space, descending from the unknown to hang above the heavens.

The sword was six feet and six inches long, with intricate and wondrous patterns akin to twilight.

Carved into it were two words, Zixiao.

As the sword appeared, it seemed the world transformed into a twilight, no sight of sun or moon, yet the light of sun and moon persisted.

The Sword of Dusk.

With just one person, everyone from Tianya Holy Land was halted.

Below a saint, all are ants.

Yan Zhen and Xu Guang debated Dao for five days. Leveraging the narrator profession, Xu Guang vaguely grasped a hint of the true king’s intent, nearly capable of destroying someone as supreme in the fifth realm like Mu Yusheng.

And the gap between a true saint and those in the fifth realm is unimaginable.

A sigh echoed.

Tianya Holy Land’s foundation began to revive.

An ancient saint.

Only, the opponent seemed to have lost the courage to fight.

He targeted Saint Zixiao’s aura from afar.

Saint Zixiao did not act, she was merely present to support Xu Guang, not to help him destroy a Holy Land.

Thus above the firmament, saintly power converged, facing off one another.

Below, Mu Yusheng watched Xu Guang approach with his sword once more, a hint of resentment on his face.

"Do you really want to destroy my Tianya Holy Land?"

Xu Guang wielded his sword with precision, breaking the Daoist skill powered by talisman treasure, one sword crossing, as if dividing heaven and earth.

Mu Yusheng’s finger flew high.

"I do not wish to destroy the Holy Land, merely I owe Han Wangshan a favor, fulfilling his wish; none of this would have happened."

"You tasked me to eliminate the eight-hundred-mile demon land, I went, but still you were unresponsive."

Xu Guang believed he was reasonable.

But Mu Yusheng’s face had twisted, no longer composed.

"Again! Let’s see who of us truly dies!!"

He desperately dismantled his Dao body that had appeared with flaws, completely breaking apart the gods within Divine Palace Secret Realm.

In the final moments of life and death, he showed unprecedented courage.

At this last moment, he was not lacking in courage to fight relentlessly, regardless of his usual style, when truly facing life and death, he feared not demise.

Xu Guang’s expression was composed, his sword also composed, even the Five Emperors’ Law Body was composed.

From beginning to end, Mu Yusheng’s turbulent Divine Palace influenced him little.

Or rather, it seemed negligible on the surface.

He almost traded injury for injury.

"Saint Heir!"

Someone saw Mu Yusheng’s state and couldn’t help but shout.

"Patriarch, save the Saint Heir!"

The aura confronting Saint Zixiao finally condensed into a human figure.

It was a long-brow phantom clad entirely in white.

"Friend, regardless of any enmity or grudge, death solves it. What happens after Mu Yusheng doesn’t concern you."

Between the lines, he aimed to revive Mu Yusheng after the collapse of his Divine Palace and the disintegration of the soldiers through mysterious means.

The Buddhist Sect has the path of Nirvana, and naturally, the Daoist Sect has its own, especially ancient Holy Lands like Tianya will possess it.

The Daoist Sect names it soul summoning, reviving a life bears a great cost,

Saint Zixiao nodded, "Alright."

Yan Ruge instantly grew furious.

"Master!"

Xu Guang did not speak further, simply looking coldly at Mu Yusheng.

"I can kill you once and can kill you countless times. The Buddhist Sect has Maha Nirvana, excelling at this moment and that, today, I will sever your past and future, let’s see how you live this second life!"

After hearing those ancient words from the Holy Land, the madness in Mu Yusheng’s gaze receded slightly, but upon hearing Xu Guang’s words, his eyes were filled with anger and rue.

"What enmity or hatred have I with you? Is it just for Han Wangshan?"

"I dislike being toyed with."

With those words, Mu Yusheng fell silent.

At this point, he finally felt a hint of regret about sending Xu Guang to obliterate the eight-hundred-mile demon land.

Had he sent Xu Guang away during their first encounter, surely things wouldn’t have escalated to today.

A sword cleaves the sky, Xu Guang’s long sword, horizontally pressed against Mu Yusheng’s neck.

Decapitation followed.

The life of a fifth realm cultivator is so strong that even without a head, vitality is still astonishing.

Under countless eyes, Xu Guang stepped forward, clutching Mu Yusheng’s divine soul.

He softly spoke.

"I am a person without much sense of security, I fear people like you who are ’resourceful’, to guard against you seeking revenge on those around me one day, I can only go as far as... grinding you to dust!"

As Xu Guang grasped Mu Yusheng’s divine soul, that pale blue glowing soul body suddenly exploded with dazzling brilliance!

"Xu Guang—!!!"

Mu Yusheng’s howl was not through mouth and tongue, but directly resonated in the depths of everyone’s divine soul, filled with ultimate unwillingness, resentment, and madness.

"Do you think you have won? Do you think by killing me, you can seek justice for Han Wangshan?!"

The globule of divine soul struggled intensely in Xu Guang’s palm; even after bodily death, the soul power belonging to a fifth realm cultivator remained formidable, with strands and threads of soul power piercing Xu Guang’s palm like needles, yet easily obliterated by the chaotic streams and remaining Dao rhythm of the Five Emperors encircling him.