Taiyi Dao Fruit

The blades coming from three directions were simultaneously blasted away, and amid the tumultuous thunder, three figures were turned into Innate Qi.

After a series of fierce battles, Jiang Li's strength also showed clear signs of decline, and even though he could continuously recover his power, he still couldn't avoid sustaining serious injuries.

Strong recovery didn't mean that all wounds could be healed.

But Zhang Zhixuan was injured even more seriously!

A Sword Light protruded from the void, streaking past the raging thunder, piercing with a thrust.

Zhang Zhixuan's pupils suddenly shrank as the Thunder Sound boomed, jolting his body sideways, yet he was still struck by the Sword Light in his left shoulder.

The overwhelming Qi Mechanism poured in, causing the Great Circle Sword to violently expand, nailing Zhang Zhixuan towards the ground.

Already injured on his left side, now struck through once more, Zhang Zhixuan couldn't help vomiting a mouthful of fresh blood. He then grabbed the Heavenly Gang Nine-Section Staff and struck upwards, sweeping away the Sword Light.

However, as the Sword Light dispersed, a figure was already closing in.

He appeared like a twisted "Dao" character, suddenly flashing into view, pushing out with a palm, the Innate Eight Qi devouring like an evil dragon, striking the Heavenly Gang Nine-Section Staff that was defensively held up.

A thunderous boom resonated in the abyss-like pit, with fierce collisions between Thunder and Lightning and Innate Qi. Zhang Zhixuan took a heavy hit, plummeting into the pitch-black depths like a bird with broken wings. After falling thirty li, Zhang Zhixuan mustered his strength and relieved the falling force, landing on the ground.

Then another figure slowly descended, coiled at the bottom of the abyssal crater.

Tail serpent-like, yet adorned with Dragon Scales, patterns of the Yin Yang Yoke faintly visible on the scales, his upper body clad in armor and a War Robe, and neck covered with scale patterns, tracing faintly up to the side of his face. A pair of sharp, spiraled dragon horns grew from his forehead, slanting towards the sky.

He was gripping the Great Circle Sword, with the fourth of the Military God's Five Weapons floating behind him, and the Eight Sceneries rotating around him, appearing like a Divinity, like a Demon, his body flickering with fine electric light, scorching a faint blood mist, adding a touch more of tragic severity.

Just as Zhang Zhixuan had surmised, Jiang Li had sustained injuries that were difficult to recover from. But at this moment, his fighting spirit had also soared to its peak, with a violent intensity as if determined to win.

"Fuxi..."

Zhang Zhixuan faintly coughed, his mouth showing a trace of bloody red, "So you have this identity too, no wonder the Great Venerable would help you."

"This is also my last trump card."

Jiang Li said somberly, "Let me transform thrice, Body, Qi Body, Dao Body, exhausting all wisdom and power, Sect Leader Zhang, even in death, you should rest in peace."

Since Jiang Li began his path of cultivation, he had never encountered such a challenging battle, showing that a third grade was truly a third grade, pushing even Jiang Li's foundation, Dao Fruit, Divine Skills, to be all out in a fight to the death.

King Shu didn't count.

As he spoke, Jiang Li's brow opened a vertical eye, with sparkling lights twinkling within.

This form bore a striking resemblance to the Yellow Heaven's Eye.

"Do you really think you have me?"

Zhang Zhixuan, though physically weary, stood unvanquished, his brow similarly opened with a vertical eye, emitting white light, expelling Divine Power, with specks of Golden Light gathering around him.

That was the Incense Fire Thought Power of the Taiping Sect, and as the Sect Hierarch, Zhang Zhixuan naturally had the most Incense Fire, which even after enduring a hard battle, had yet to be completely used up.

But then—

"Otherwise what?"

The twisted "Dao" character flickered, and the Sword Light divided, like billions of falling stars.

"You are indeed strong, but you are wounded—"

Sword Light filled Zhang Zhixuan's field of view, wherever his gaze landed, there were sword shadows.

Zhang Zhixuan danced with the Heavenly Gang Nine-Section Staff in one hand, summoning the Thunder Technique again, but the emerging Thunder Light was instantly suppressed.

"You're exhausted."

The Sword Light contained endless intent, even seeking to encompass Zhang Zhixuan's Divine Thought within it, and the surrounding Incense Fire Thought Power was immediately pressed down.

"You're out of strength."

As the Heavenly Gang Nine-Section Staff and the Sword Shadows clashed, the Incense Fire Thought Power scattered like a landslide, swept away in an instant, and even Zhang Zhixuan's will seemed to be on the verge of being suppressed.

Dukes' Sword!

The Three Swords of the World, now elevated to fourth-rank, displayed their might once again, a sword so supreme that it has no equal, lifted to touch the heavens, lowered without peer, moved without comparison. In its upper form, it rounds the heavens to follow the three lights; in its lower form, it squares the earth to align with the four seasons; harmonizing with the people's will, it brings peace to the four borders.

The intent of heaven and earth becomes Sword Intent, attacking the enemy by first daunting their heart.

Zhang Zhixuan, after repeatedly intense battles and falling prey to schemes, showed a weakness in his Mental State, and the Dukes' Sword, by influencing the incense, pressed upon his heart further, causing Zhang Zhixuan to display a disadvantage for the first time in his confrontation with Jiang Li.

"Boom!"

The roar of thunder erupted but was shattered by the Sword Light. Wave upon wave of Heavy Sword shadows assaulted him, and Zhang Zhixuan's three eyes sparked with Thunder and Lightning due to the turmoil in his heart.

He brandished the Nine-section Staff, as the light of the Thirty-six Heavenly Gang Stars burst forth like light and electricity, clashing with the Sword shadows. In an instant, a myriad of sounds echoed, the clash continuous and unending, though there were still Sword shadows that reached Zhang Zhixuan.

"Clang clang clang..."

As if a billion shooting stars were bombarding down, Zhang Zhixuan wielded his Nine-section Staff tightly, emitting blasts of thunder, yet still struggling to fend off the Sword Light.

He fought as he retreated, his figure continuously shifting backward, his body increasingly stained with blood. Each wound was not deep, leaving only fine scars under the protection of his Divine Body, but as minor as they were, the accumulated effect grew more severe.

Jiang Li showed no Martial Virtue, constantly wearing down Old Man Ao, and though initially Zhang Zhixuan was not afraid to endure, by now, he truly could no longer bear it.

Just as Jiang Li had said, he was hurt, he was tired, and he no longer had the strength to continue.

A sense of dejection sprawled like vines within his heart, the external Sword Intent piercing his mind brought a sense of weakness.

Zhang Zhixuan's eyes widened, keenly aware of the anomaly within his mind, he cursed silently at the baseness and quickly tried to suppress the stray thoughts in his heart.

But before he could act, the billions of meteor-like Sword Lights suddenly vanished, replaced by a gray and white world.

The massive Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi roiled, mixed with traces of decay and Evil Qi, space contracted, twisted, even the rays of light bending and twisting like snakes, or like worms wriggling.

At this moment, Zhang Zhixuan was utterly exhausted to the limit, while Jiang Li had expanded the "Yuanjing Conference" around, even drawing upon the Five Vile Qi.

"Heavenly Fall Qiankun."

The lingering voice wandered through the distorted space, sounding like a long chant or a whisper, the light from all directions converged inwards, space collapsed, forming an unprecedented black hole.

This was the final move, also the Magic Door Jiang Li realized after pushing himself to the limit.

In his fight with Zhang Zhixuan, Jiang Li completed the final piece of the puzzle of the Innate Eight Sceneries and used this move to send Zhang Zhixuan on his way.

After this move, if Zhang Zhixuan did not die, then Jiang Li would be defeated!

Zhang Zhixuan too sensed this critical point of victory and defeat, his body erupting with Thunder Light, the blood vessels in all three eyes began to rupture, spilling blood and tears.

"Gang Dou Divine Thunder."

The Thirty-six Heavenly Gang Stars were drained of a large amount of star power, countless star phantasms wrapped around the Thunder Light, blasting outwards.

At the same time, space collapsed and locked down, Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi and the Five Vile Qi squeezed from all sides, eroding the spiritual mechanism with the Five Vile Qi, pressing on the spiritual mechanism with the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi. Although the two forces countered each other, they worked concurrently, eroding the Thunder Light, crushing the thunder, and twisting the lightning.

As the universe contracted, an endless crushing presence was everywhere, engulfing every inch of space. Zhang Zhixuan watched as space twisted, and a figure grew increasingly immense, breaking into his field of vision.

It was Jiang Li!

As space distorted more and more, Jiang Li's figure magnified accordingly, their transformations completely opposed, as if Jiang Li was devouring this world.

'No! It's not him growing larger, it's me shrinking!'

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Zhixuan's mind raced, discerning the truth.

Space was shrinking towards Jiang Li's palm, causing this bizarre transformation.

The momentum of "Heavenly Fall Qiankun" was not as grand as the other moves, only affecting the area covered by the move and not even producing any aftereffects, yet its power far surpassed the other moves.

This was the supreme killing technique created by the integration of all of Jiang Li's Magic Doors.

Space contracted to its limit, shrinking to a tiny point, while Jiang Li's figure swelled to its peak.

This tiny point slammed into the raised palm, Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi and the Five Vile Qi shattered that space, blasting onto Zhang Zhixuan's body.

"Bang!"

Fragments scattered, the collapsing space expanded outward, reverting to its original state, Zhang Zhixuan's figure grew from small to large, like a comet crashing into a rock wall and then rolling to the ground, vomiting a mouthful of fresh blood, the strong scent of blood dyeing the ground red.

"You've lost."