Ze Tian Ji

Countless thoughts cycled through the old Daoist nun’s sea of consciousness at unimaginable speeds like streaks of light as she constantly calculated.

But this sword of sparks moved so quickly that before she obtained the result of her calculations, it had already arrived!

The old Daoist nun had no time to think. With a whistle, the horsetail whisk that had been suspended at her side rose up without any wind and fell in her hands, and then was sent swatting towards that sword of sparks!

This horsetail whisk was like one thousand willow branches and ten thousand catkins, each one soft and pliant, surging forth like a tide!

This was an ocean of boundless blue-green, yet utterly lacking in vitality, only containing an aura of silent extinction!

She had no idea of who had caused the sudden appearance of this sword of sparks, but she felt an acute sense of danger, so she used her own Divine Dao Technique!

The horsetail whisk carried along countless tides imbued with the aura of silent extinction and swatted towards the sword of sparks.

Compared to that frenzied tide that spanned across the world, the phantasmal sword formed from gentle sparks seemed all the more tiny, all the more fragile. How could it block this tide? The sword of sparks was in front of Xuanyuan Po, so if it was annihilated, Xuanyuan Po’s body and soul would inevitably be engulfed as well.

Yet when this tiny and fragile sword of sparks clashed with the ten thousand surging tides stirred up by the horsetail whisk, not only was it not extinguished, it instantly began to violently blaze! The Orthodox Academy was instantly bathed in absolute red. The trees, near and far, all seemed to be set ablaze!

The sword, borrowing the strength of the fire, began to flaunt itself, transforming into a sword of fire around seven feet long that exuded an incredibly powerful Qi towards the night sky.

Violent tides like mountains? Cut it down! Silent extinction like the ocean? Cut it down!

Cut apart all things!

With a boom, the sword of fire cut through the ten thousand surging tides. Bringing with it innumerable strands of horsetail whisk, it slashed at the old Daoist nun!

A shocked expression suddenly appeared on the old Daoist nun’s face. With a shriek of terror, she fiercely retreated.

The section of academy wall that had noiselessly collapsed now completely exploded in the face of her violent retreat.

The night sky resounded with the sounds of tearing space. The enormous blazing sword continued to cut towards the Daoist nun as she fell back.

Those innumerable strands of the horsetail whisk that had been severed all danced in the darkness.

The restaurants and houses beyond the Orthodox Academy’s wall collapsed with a boom. The old Daoist nun retreated several hundred zhang and only when she reached the banks of the Luo River was she finally able to stand firm.

The towering tides brought about by her horsetail whisk had all been beaten down. Countless great waves broke out over the Luo River, white waves heaving up and down!

The old Daoist nun stared at that sword of fire which had pursued and cut down at her, her face filled with incredulity. She shrilly yelled, ”Burning Heaven Third Move!”

Only now did she finally recognize the origins of this sword!

The fragile and tiny phantasmal sword of sparks formed from the ashes in the kitchen had ignited when confronting the wind and exploded with an unimaginable might.

Her horsetail whisk, her aura of silent extinction, her endless blue-green sea, had filled up the world, yet it was no match for this sword. But why?

Because a single spark of fire could burn a plain to ash and it could also burn the heavens!

Naturally, this sword was precisely Su Li’s Third Move of Burning Heaven!

As she uttered this cry, the Burning Heaven Sword reached the banks of the Luo River.

The dark Luo River no longer possessed its usual calm. The snowflakes falling from the sky were instantly vaporized into countless puffs of steam by this sword intent.

In the heavy mist came once more a world-shaking boom as well as the mournful and astonished cry of the old Daoist nun.

The mist suddenly dispersed, the dust fell, and three li of the dikes lining the Luo River had already collapsed.