ALL NOVEL Chapter 24: Suppressing the Chaos, Celestial Phenomenon
Wang Heng felt as if everything blurred before his eyes, revealing an unforgettable scene.
It was a chaotic battlefield, countless figures locked in ferocious combat. The air was filled with the sounds of roars, screams, and clashing blades, an endless cacophony. Blood and flesh piled high, forming mountains and seas.
Suddenly, a profound silence fell over the world. A black sword slowly rose into the sky, muting all sound and unleashing a massive wave of sword energy.
This sword energy took the form of a humanoid being, wielding the black sword, charging into the battlefield with unrelenting savagery, harvesting the lives of the strong as if reaping a field of wheat.
It was a terrifying sight. Nothing survived where the black sword passed; all lay in pools of blood, devoid of breath, devoid of life.
Be it humanoid beings, divine beasts, or celestial immortals, none could withstand even a single strike from this sword-wielding figure. The sword style was devastating, destroying primordial spirits and sweeping through heaven and earth, invincible, its power beyond compare, bringing an end to chaos and unrest.
In the end, all living enemies were slain, not leaving a single survivor.
The scene shifted, and Wang Heng snapped back to reality, his heart overwhelmed with shock. This was the power of the "Quelling Chaos Technique"? A sword of primordial spirit origin, capable of slaying demons and exterminating immortals, cutting through gods and buddhas alike, stirring one's soul and filling one with desire.
Just as he was lost in the thought of the technique's unmatched prowess, countless ancient black characters emerged, assembling into a black sword within the void, relentlessly slashing at Wang Heng's primordial spirit.
“Ah!”
Caught off guard by the sudden assault, Wang Heng had no time to defend himself. His primordial spirit was struck by hundreds, if not thousands, of attacks; fragments of his spirit fell at his feet, severed by the barrage.
Intense and piercing pain surged through every part of Wang Heng’s primordial spirit, making it almost unbearable. However, he realized something crucial: this black sword's purpose wasn't to kill him, but to aid him in cutting away the impurities, honing his essence to perfection.
The fragments of his primordial spirit that fell to the ground were not useless. They gathered at Wang Heng's feet, ignited, and started to burn fiercely, becoming fuel and sustenance for his primary spirit. Through the baptism of flames, the strength of his primordial spirit increased rapidly.
The Supreme Soul Seed had already brought him quantitative changes, and now, part of the Quelling Chaos Technique's inheritance was introducing a qualitative transformation.
Suddenly, the black sword dispersed, the countless black ancient characters reorganized into a massive black halberd, fiercely thrusting at Wang Heng amidst the fire, targeting the weakest spots. In the blink of an eye, the halberd had pierced through, leaving a dozen large holes.
Wang Heng gritted his teeth, enduring and continually healing these wounds, allowing the halberd to strike at will. It was helping him to address weaknesses, reducing the vulnerabilities of his primordial spirit.
After this hellish tempering, Wang Heng's primordial spirit was more resilient than ever. It was no longer just quantity without quality, as it was before.
As the frequency of the halberd's thrusts diminished, he thought it was finally over.
Yet, the black halberd disintegrated and once more transformed into another weapon, delivering a new round of assaults on Wang Heng's primordial spirit.
Without a doubt, this was an unparalleled journey of refining the spirit, treating the fragile primordial spirit as a raw form, subjecting it to a thousand hammerings.
The entire process felt like being in purgatory, accompanied by Wang Heng's endless screams and wails.
Finally, the black ancient characters transformed into a weighty sledgehammer, pounding relentlessly on Wang Heng's primordial spirit. Even when it was smashed out of shape and his body contorted, the battering did not cease.
For a moment, Wang Heng felt like he was on the brink of death, nearly crushed into pulp by the enormous hammer. His consciousness was blurred, losing all sense of direction.
He could no longer scream, utterly drained of energy to cry out, his voice hoarse and strained.
At this moment, his primordial spirit no longer resembled a human shape; it had been smashed into a black sword form. As soon as the sword form materialized, the massive hammer composed of ancient black characters disintegrated into countless black words, merging into Wang Heng’s body and disappearing.
The humanoid form of his primordial spirit vanished, replaced by a black sword body that hovered motionless, lying there quietly, faintly emitting an unimaginably sharp sword aura.
"Buzz!"
Heaven and earth seemed to lose their color. Inside the secret chamber, Wang Heng's physical body relaxed its furrowed brow, his eyes snapping open to reveal a jet-black hue. His long black hair stood on end, levitating, as a black ancient sword slowly rose upright from the top of his head, its tip pointing skyward, the sword's aura raging within the chamber as if it intended to slice through the heavens and touch eternity.
"What?"
Wang Mian was astonished. Had he seen correctly? Had Wang Heng, who had just begun the path of cultivation, actually demonstrated the supreme art of the Wang Family's Immortal King's Primordial Spirit Sword Technique?
But now, Wang Heng had shattered his understanding, initially showcasing the unparalleled power of the Primordial Spirit Sword Technique, revealing a world-defying phenomenon just as he embarked on his path of cultivation.
Such a terrifying sight left Wang Mian, a True Immortal, unable to maintain his composure, his jaw dropping in shock.
At the exact moment Wang Heng mastered the basics of the Sword Technique, the feedback from the Supreme Soul Seed concluded, marking the completion of his path initiation with unparalleled success.
“Boom!”
Even as he sat cross-legged in a secret chamber filled with restrictions, he couldn't prevent the manifestation of extraordinary celestial phenomena.
At the heart of this magnificent occurrence, the sky was filled with auspicious clouds, accompanied by the rumble of thunder, as golden lotus descended from the heavens and sweet springs bubbled up from the earth.
This was not the end, merely the beginning. Before long, the auspicious clouds dispersed, revealing a brilliant golden dragon emerging from within, its form vivid and lifelike, swaying magnificently, with a phoenix flying gracefully, giving a long cry to the sky.
After the auspicious scene of dragon and phoenix faded, a grand celestial palace descended, piercing through the clouds, revealing a tip of its icy grandeur with pavilions, terraces, and palatial mansions, a forest of immortal architecture...
...
Within a single day, countless legendary phenomena manifested one after the other.
Such immense commotion naturally affected the entire Immortal King's mansion.
Countless powerful beings looked towards this direction with shock on their faces, engaging in fervent discussions and exclaiming that the Wang Family had produced an extraordinary prodigy.
The news that Wang Heng was about to plant his path was no secret, with many factions secretly monitoring the situation, though they had no opportunity to get close and glean any useful information.
Now, with such a grand and magnificent celestial phenomenon emanating from his place of seclusion, it was unmistakably clear that he had successfully planted his path.
“Witnessing so many top-tier celestial phenomena would be an extraordinary feat for any living being. Just one would mark them as an unrivaled prodigy, capable of making a name in the ancient realms. Yet, remarkably, this member of the Wang Family embodies them all, including some unheard-of, sky-defying manifestations. It is beyond imagination.”
“I can almost already envision a scene where an unparalleled prodigy sweeps across the ancient realms, undefeated and unmatched.”
In a mansion belonging to a branch of the Wang Family, young Wang Yue and the many powerful figures of this lineage watched the scene expressionlessly, a hint of unwillingness in their eyes.
“It seems the Supreme Soul Seed has fallen into his hands, and he has successfully cultivated it.”
“Since there is no hope left here, choose the embryonic cosmic seed of the ancient universe. You have already delayed for half a year; you cannot afford further postponement.”
Wang Yue, although feeling reluctant, could only nod in agreement this moment.
The protagonist has already begun cultivating the path, stepping onto the journey of cultivation.
The plot is about to unfold.
(End of Chapter)
