A single sword swept through the heavens and earth.
Two swords eradicated all evil.
With the blessing of the Eternal Tear, Xu Xi effortlessly obliterated the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
However, the battle was far from over. Amidst the ruins of the carnage, numerous malevolent spirits and demons still lurked. Only by completely eradicating them could the battle truly come to an end.
“Rip—!!”
A deafening roar echoed through the sky.
Thunder rumbled, winds howled, and clouds churned. A blinding sword light split the heavens and earth, severing the very foundation of this cursed realm.
It eradicated the pervasive miasma of ghostly energy, demonic aura, bloodlust, and resentment.
His robes billowed, and his sword pierced the heavens.
Xu Xi rushed towards Wang Dali and his group, his blade never ceasing its dance. With every strike, vast swathes of evil spirits and demonic creatures were annihilated.
“You dare, junior of the Heavenly Sword Sect?!”
“Watch as this ancestor seizes your body and continues the great demonic cause, hehehe!”
“Such audacity from a mere junior!”
The souls of demonic cultivators once slain by Xu Moli, nourished by the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, now manifested as ghostly cultivators. They unleashed their sinister techniques, all directed at Xu Xi.
“Roar!!!”
A blood dragon, over ten meters long, soared through the sky. Its vertical pupils were pitch black, exuding murderous intent as it lunged at Xu Xi.
Its tail lashed out, causing boulders to shatter upon impact.
Yet Xu Xi remained unfazed.
“Noisy.”
With a simple, unadorned punch, the blood dragon was instantly obliterated, exploding into a shower of blood that rained down and seeped into the ground.
Then, with two fingers extended like a sword, he slashed through the air towards a ghostly Nascent Soul entity.
His sword radiated a verdant green.
Thunder roared.
The overwhelming vitality, carrying the power to destroy all, shattered the Nascent Soul ghost, leaving no trace of its soul behind.
Golden Core? Nascent Soul?
They were nothing to him!
Xu Xi was brimming with confidence. Unless a Deity Transformation-level evil appeared, he felt no pressure at all.
“Damn it, where did this junior come from? How is he so terrifying?!”
“Everyone, attack together!”
“Today, either he dies, or we perish!”
The evil spirits and demons grew even more frenzied. Fear was evident in their eyes as they gazed at Xu Xi, launching all manner of sinister treasures at him.
Among them were the infamous Ten Thousand Souls Banner, Skeleton Altar, and Human Skin Scroll.
Xu Xi shook his head.
Such treasures, forged through the slaughter of innocents, were naturally countered by him. Moreover, he now bore multiple buffs from the Eternal Tear.
“I’ve walked on thin ice all my life, relying solely on my own hard work.”
“Eternal Tear, aid me!”
Divine Ability: Wood Regeneration.
Sword Technique: Heavenly Sword Style.
A blindingly radiant emerald sword light erupted from Xu Xi, cleaving through the heavens and earth, annihilating countless evil spirits and demons in its wake.
Seizing the moment, Xu Xi swiftly made his way to Wang Dali and his group.
They were in a sorry state.
Many were injured.
This was to be expected. Aside from Xu Xi and Wang Dali, the others were only at the Foundation Establishment level. Facing even a single Golden Core demon would leave them at a disadvantage.
“Brother Xu, just now…”
Wang Dali stared at Xu Xi as if he had seen a ghost.
The once bold and hearty muscle-bound man now stuttered, clearly shaken by the sight of Xu Xi slaughtering Nascent Soul entities like dogs.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Just a small breakthrough,” Xu Xi said with a smile. “You all should leave now. I’ll handle the rest and clear out all the evil here.”
A small breakthrough?
You call that a small breakthrough?!
The other supernaturals exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of disbelief and hesitation.
But in the end, they obediently followed Xu Xi’s instructions, supporting their injured comrades as they retreated under Wang Dali’s protection, moving away from the cursed realm.
They knew that staying would only hinder Xu Xi, offering no real help.
“Senior Xu, we are forever grateful!”
“We’ll leave it to you, Brother Xu!”
Soon, all the combat personnel from the Yanshan City Supernatural United Bureau, except for Xu Xi, had evacuated the cursed realm.
“Now I can unleash my full power without restraint,” Xu Xi murmured.
He turned his gaze to the remaining evil spirits and demons.
Some kowtowed in surrender, others were driven mad by the miasma, some attempted to flee, and a few sought to take Xu Xi down with them.
“Slash—”
His calm voice echoed through the heavens and earth.
The Withered Vine Sword swept horizontally. At first, it was but a faint glimmer, like the first light of dawn—bright yet delicate.
But within moments, the sword light blazed like the midday sun, illuminating the entire cursed realm. Life flourished anew, while death claimed the wicked, eradicating all evil spirits and demons in serene annihilation.
Time seemed to stand still, and all fell silent.
“Huuu~~~”
A gentle breeze swept through.
All the evil spirits and demons turned to dust, dissipating into the wind.
The interior of the cursed realm was no longer the terrifying sight it had been. Only harmless fragments of treasures and remnants of cultivators remained. Xu Xi glanced at them briefly, but most were beyond repair, leaving him no desire to scavenge.
Just as he was about to leave, something unusual caught the corner of his eye.
It didn’t seem like a product of the cultivation world.
“Is this… a magic wand from the magical side?”
Xu Xi picked it up and examined it, suddenly realizing it must have been left behind by one of the magical supernaturals from the Yanshan United Bureau team.
The cultivation world and the magical world were vastly different.
Though both were forms of supernatural power, they followed entirely separate paths.
Xu Xi had little interest in studying it and was about to discard the wand when a prompt from his simulator made him pause.
[Ding—]
[Detected magical anchor medium. Would you like to recharge?]
[Note: The anchor medium will be destroyed after recharging.]
“Magical anchor medium?”
Standing on the wind-swept brown earth, Xu Xi glanced at the suddenly appearing simulator panel, then at the wand in his hand, and suddenly understood.
The so-called anchor medium referred to supernatural items.
“But if that’s the case, why didn’t the simulator prompt me when I studied alchemy, artifacts, formations, or talismans?”
Xu Xi muttered to himself.
It didn’t take long for him to figure out the answer.
Alchemy, artifacts, formations, and talismans were all part of the cultivation world.
And his first simulated world had also been part of the cultivation world.
“I see. The simulator only allows one simulation per type of world. That’s why it emphasized the magical anchor medium.”
“If anchor media were universal, it wouldn’t have specified.”
Xu Xi pondered for a moment, then confirmed the recharge on the simulator panel.
In the blink of an eye, the wand vanished from his hand, completely disappearing as if devoured by some unseen force.
[Ding—]
[Magical anchor medium loading progress: 1%]
[Host, please continue to recharge and strive for a better life.]
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