ALL NOVEL Chapter 44: Defeat
A radiant figure held a resplendent golden halberd that crushed the void and twisted space, charging straight toward the black sword embryo.
“What? Is that an incredibly rare Primordial Spirit Weapon?”
Some descendants of True Immortals exclaimed in shock.
Attempting to wield a Primordial Spirit Weapon at the foundational Dao Planting realm is impossible without an immensely powerful primordial spirit.
Li Daoge holding the golden halberd showcased his terrifying primordial spirit strength, standing out among the prodigies of Immortal King lineage.
Yet, he still felt a chill facing Wang Heng's primordial spirit-turned-ebony sword embryo.
Such a terrifying primordial spirit attack method was a first for him.
In that instant, Li Daoge regretted his earlier words. If Wang Heng went all out, he could certainly annihilate his primordial spirit.
“Chiz!”
In the blink of an eye, the clash of the two prodigies' primordial spirits decided victory and defeat.
The golden halberd cracked in front of the inky black primordial spirit sword embryo, lasting only a breath before shattering into two pieces.
The once golden halberd immediately dimmed and lost its brilliance.
Li Daoge's primordial spirit felt a sudden chill around his neck, and everything seemed to spin as if the terrifying sword embryo had sliced right through him, his head tumbling to the ground.
Was this really the end for him? With his primordial spirit vanquished, what use was his body? All his aspirations, his ambitions dissolved into mere illusions.
At this moment, Li Daoge thought of many things, gaining numerous insights about life.
Just as he sighed, his vision wavered, and he found himself returning to reality.
His primordial spirit stood in the void, dazed and bewildered, surrounded by silent spectators, all watching in astonishment, some with mouths agape, unable to close them.
Li Daoge, confused, reflexively touched his neck where he expected the sword cut, only to find it smooth and unscathed.
He was stunned. Wasn't he just cleaved by the sword embryo?
"So it was just an illusion. I fell for it without realizing it.
How laughable, among peers, I prided myself as being among the best in the path of the primordial spirit. Yet there are always greater heights and deeper depths beyond my reach."
Li Daoge chuckled bitterly, fear gripping his heart, a chill running through him. If this were a life-and-death battle, he might already have been a corpse.
"Friend Li, don't be discouraged. I merely benefited from my father's achievements and have made some progress on this path. Honestly, I haven't truly accomplished anything yet," Wang Heng consoled him.
Li Daoge shook his head, knowing that with this unparalleled soul sword art, Wang Heng would undoubtedly stand atop the ancient world in the future.
Wang Heng said nothing further, for indeed, he spoke the truth.
His current strength was built upon the fusion of their spirits, inherently stronger than others, and enhanced by the Supreme Soul Seed and Supreme Sword Art. Without these strict conditions, his power could never reach its current level.
In comparison to Shi Hao, who expanded territories and created secret realms with his body as the seed, Wang Heng had achieved nothing comparable. He merely utilized existing tools to achieve expected outcomes.
However, he was just beginning and had many opportunities ahead to create and write his own legend.
Li Daoge appeared dimmer, his primordial spirit having lost its initial brilliance compared to when he first ventured out of his body.
Though it was just a single strike, he learned much from this killing blow.
To manifest the primordial spirit's original form and transform all power into attack force as Wang Heng did, allowing the soul sword to cut through anything, was indeed the righteous path.
In addition, Li Daoge gained many other insights and learned a lot.
He turned around and took a step, returning to his body.
Then, facing Wang Heng, Li Daoge solemnly clasped his hands, repeatedly expressing his gratitude.
“This strike has helped me more than a thousand battles, the gains are truly immense. This trip was not in vain, and perhaps I'll achieve another breakthrough upon returning.” He voiced his gratitude with a smile, his face full of appreciation.
This is the true essence of Daoist friendship—being able to aid him in furthering his journey of cultivation.
At this moment, Wang Heng's Primordial Spirit Sword Embryo returned to his body. He opened his eyes, waved his hand, and replied, “It's nothing, just a small feat.”
“Although I've known Wang Ancestor for only a short while, I feel as if we've met much earlier.” Li Daoge laughed heartily, exuding a carefree and unrestrained spirit.
“Congratulations, Brother Li, on your plentiful gains. Truly enviable.”
Shi Jintian, Yucheng Zun, Feng Qin, and others approached to congratulate Li Daoge.
Meanwhile, they joked about wanting to experience the slash of the Primordial Spirit Sword Embryo themselves, thinking it might offer them insights and improvements as well.
Wang Heng was unperturbed by this, willing to exchange Daoist arts and spar with them.
As for those True Immortal descendants, they were quite self-aware, realizing the vast gap between them and the likes of these individuals. Likely, they didn't even have the qualifications to challenge them, hence no one proposed to duel Wang Heng.
At this time, from the direction of the banquet area outside the venue, came two remarkable young beings. One was a youth enveloped in dense purple aura, strutting with the manner of a young emperor walking among mortals.
Another figure stood with palms together, exuding a gentle aura of Buddhist light.
He resembled a young monk clad in an ordinary robe, his body seemingly emanating a faint chanting, as if ancient monks from heavens were reciting ancient scriptures there.
"The heir of the Purple Abode, a descendant of the ancient monks!"
A true immortal descendant exclaimed in surprise.
These two were shrouded in mystery.
One had been hidden by the Purple Abode for years, gradually merging with the unparalleled ancient force of the Hongmeng Purple Qi.
No one knew the extent of his strength. The other trained on Sumeru Mountain and had never ventured into the secular world.
It was rumored that he was the reincarnation of a powerful ancient monk named Huishu.
His appearance represented the ancient monks' pursuit of the reincarnation path, a matter of great significance with widespread implications.
Now, the two walked side by side, appearing at the gathering of prodigies within the Dao-seeking realm.
No one knew their stance, their characters, or whether they were easy to associate with.
Nonetheless, out of courtesy, everyone stepped forward to greet them.
The heirs of the Purple Abode and Sumeru Mountain were surprisingly amiable, especially the latter, who maintained the humble demeanor befitting an ancient monk.
Interacting with them was like being in a warm spring breeze.
Passing through the crowd, they approached the five unparalleled prodigies, their gaze first falling on Wang Heng.