Chapter 1193: The Only One in Chaos

A sharp, piercing sound echoed as the Mistlight sword vibrated lightly. An invisible sword qi sliced horizontally through hundreds of miles of space, distinctly imprinting a long, straight sword mark on the three-hundred-mile Divine Seal Stage.

Leaving even a shallow mark on the Divine Seal Stage was far more difficult than cleaving ten thousand mountains with a single sword.

In the viewing stands, everyone's bodies involuntarily shivered, their hearts filled with dread. This was the first moment Jun Xilei truly unleashed her sword intent and qi. Despite the great distance and the protective barrier separating them, it sent chills down their spines, as if that luminous white sword light was mercilessly pressed against their very backs.

Luo Changsheng's body remained still, but his robes instantly billowed violently. The nonchalance on his face finally transformed into solemnity—the first time he had shown such an expression on the Divine Seal Stage.

After a moment of stillness, Jun Xilei suddenly vanished. Her figure and sword shadow seemed to have merged into a spatial rift, disappearing without a trace.

Then, in the very next instant, before anyone could react, a vast, sky-like sword intent silently descended, permeating every corner of the Divine Seal Stage. The Mistlight sword beam, like a sudden flash of a dark night meteor, shot directly at Luo Changsheng.

In the viewing stands, countless young profound practitioners, including the chosen prodigies of the Eastern Divine Region, all paled in horror. They couldn't discern where the sword beam originated, and the moment it flashed in their pupils, all they felt was terror and... despair.

Luo Changsheng's eyes were like cold stars. With a dull roar, his sword and axe struck out together, accompanied by the twin roar of wind and thunder. Hurricanes and crashing thunder merged and surged forth, directly meeting the sword beam.

CRACK!!!! The sword qi and wind-thunder clashed from a distance. Without physical contact, the sword intent and wind-thunder simultaneously erupted. Immediately, sword qi whistled and wind-thunder roared. The sword qi tore through the wind-thunder, and the wind-thunder shattered the sword beam. The Divine Seal Stage seemed to be struck by a natural disaster, the very atmosphere changing color.

Jun Xilei's and Luo Changsheng's gazes met from afar, piercing through the sword qi and wind-thunder. One was as sharp and cold as a keen sword, the other as formidable and chilling as a piece of ice crystal.

This was their first direct confrontation, yet it left countless onlookers aghast and speechless. The various Realm Kings were also deeply moved.

The Divine Seal Stage, as smooth as jade and believed by many to be impervious to even the slightest damage from the younger generation, quickly became covered in countless spiderweb-like cracks.

BOOM!! With a resounding boom, the disastrous storm exploded, sending both individuals flying far apart. Jun Xilei's graceful figure spun lightly in mid-air, and the Mistlight sword in her hand vanished once more.

“Heart... less... Sword... Domain...”

The light suddenly dimmed. All sounds also vanished. Before everyone's eyes, a wondrous, dream-like, vast starry sky inexplicably appeared.

The space of the Divine Seal Stage turned bleak and gray, its light seemingly devoured mercilessly. Yet, within this gloom, countless dazzling stars shimmered. Jun Xilei, bathed in moonlight, stood amidst the stars, like a divine moon goddess of the celestial realm, revered by a myriad of stars, radiating sacred majesty.

Luo Changsheng, targeted by the myriad stars, appeared dim and shadowed. Within this suddenly expanded world, he seemed exceptionally insignificant.

“This... this is...” “The Heartless Sword Domain!” the Glazed Light Realm King said gravely.

“Legend has it that Jun Wuming only comprehended this 'Heartless Sword Domain' in the late stages of the Divine King Realm,” exclaimed Luo Shangchen, the Saint Universe Realm King. “His successor has actually mastered it at the Divine Spirit Realm.”

“It's not merely comprehension,” Luo Guxie murmured. “She can fully control it.”

“Throughout history, there have been no female Sword Monarchs. No wonder Jun Wuming spent years searching, only to choose a woman as his successor.” Luo Guxie's gaze towards Jun Xilei had subtly changed. “It seems I have underestimated her. Changsheng will likely have to use his full power.”

Within the Heartless Sword Domain, Luo Changsheng's expression grew incredibly solemn. Lightning shimmered around him, emitting piercing whistles, and his pupils gradually took on a deep emerald green hue.

An increasingly potent divine aura permeated the space enveloped by the sword domain.

As everyone watched with bated breath, a wisp of aura was gently stirred.

Instantly, all the stars transformed into terrifying sword beams, like the light of divine retribution, shooting down towards Luo Changsheng. Jun Xilei also transformed into a fleeting shadow, directly pressing toward Luo Changsheng.

“Roar!!” Luo Changsheng roared, the divine energy he unleashed reaching its peak intensity at that moment. With a long cry that pierced the sky, two divine phantoms simultaneously appeared before and behind him.

In front was a giant eagle, and behind, a giant bear.

The giant eagle let out a long cry, stirring up a sky-covering storm. It heavily struck the sword beams and also forced Jun Xilei far away. The piercing sword beams were firmly blocked by layers of yellow light, disintegrating before they could even draw near.

Within the Heartless Domain, all things became swords, every wisp of air became sword qi. Even if sword beams were shattered and annihilated, more would pierce through the air the next instant, seemingly without end.

This was a power that transcended the Divine Spirit Realm, even shattering the understanding of countless young profound practitioners. Yet, such power, such star-like sword qi, was blocked layer by layer by Luo Changsheng, not a single wisp managing to get close to him.

Not only were the young profound practitioners stunned speechless, but the elders also displayed lingering expressions of shock.

The day before, Jun Xilei had instantly defeated Huo Poyun, and Luo Changsheng's wind-thunder had torn through Lu Lengchuan's Blazing Dragon Holy Realm. Both feats had captivated the entire audience.

However, the tremor caused by this scene surpassed everything else witnessed in the Divine Seal Battle thus far.

“This... this... is this truly the power of the younger generation?” A lower Realm King was so astounded he could barely believe his eyes, almost losing his composure.

“More than just the younger generation...” another person gasped, “both of them are only about thirty years old.”

“No wonder they are called 'Divine Children'...”

“Truly the Sword Monarch's successor, truly Young Master Changsheng!”

Whoosh! Boom... Boom!! Jun Xilei's eyes no longer showed any pupils. Within the Heartless Sword Domain, she had also entered a 'heartless' state, with nothing but sword intent in her mind. The endless stream of light and sword shadows sent shivers through countless souls with every passing moment.

“If it were me, I'd probably be dead hundreds of times over by now,” a young profound practitioner muttered, his eyes glazed over. He was none other than Meng Duanxi, one of the top eight in the Divine Seal Battle, considered to be second only to the Four Divine Children of the Eastern Region among the younger generation.

The sword light was like heavenly radiance, and the hurricane grew increasingly violent. Then, amidst an earth-shattering roar, as a strange light flashed in Luo Changsheng's pupils, the phantom of the giant eagle before him and the giant bear behind him suddenly exploded.

All the sword beams were violently scattered and became chaotic. Within the Heartless Sword Domain, a peculiar rift suddenly split open, and then... it completely collapsed.

Jun Xilei's eyes regained focus, and her entire body trembled violently. In the dissipating profound energy storm, both individuals flew horizontally outward simultaneously. When they stopped, they were already a hundred miles apart.

Jun Xilei floated in the air, her body swaying slightly. Her face momentarily turned pale, clearly having suffered internal injuries, but she stubbornly forced it down.

Luo Changsheng also floated in the air, breathing slightly heavily.

A gentle breeze swept by, and his left sleeve suddenly disintegrated into countless fragments. Streaks of blood trickled down his arm, gathered at his fingertips, and dripped to the ground.

On his face, a bloody gash had also appeared at some unknown point.

The viewing stands fell silent.

Luo Changsheng extended his right hand and gently traced the deep blood mark on his face. A bead of blood was carefully pinched between his fingertips.

Gazing at the crimson on his fingertips, he let out a soft sigh. “It has been a long time... since I last saw my own blood.”

He put away his Divine Wind Axe, leaving only the Sacred Thunder Sword in his hand. Then, he suddenly smiled, slowly raising his sword and pointing it at Jun Xilei. “Truly the Sword Monarch's successor. Then Changsheng... shall meet you with a sword.”

RUMBLE!! A deep, muffled roar, like thunder from ten thousand miles away, resonated from an unknown source. Luo Changsheng's already astonishing aura suddenly surged at this moment. An invisible wave of energy swept across the entire Divine Seal Stage, and Jun Xilei's imposing sword aura was like a small boat engulfed by an ocean, drastically diminishing severalfold.

“Ah... this, this, this...” “Just now... that wasn't even Luo Changsheng's full power?!” “The peak of the Divine Spirit Realm's peak... no! It's completely incomparable to this old man's ultimate Divine Spirit Realm power back in the day! This spiritual pressure... it's practically on par with the Divine King Realm!” “...I used to think the rumors about Young Master Changsheng were exaggerated, but unexpectedly... he's far more formidable than the rumors suggest! This generation of the Eastern Divine Region is truly immeasurable!”

Wounded by Jun Xilei's sword, Luo Changsheng finally unleashed his full power. His gaze, his aura, completely transformed. Everyone's eyes were drawn to him as if by an irresistible magnet, firmly fixed on his figure. From that moment on, he seemed to become the center of the entire world.

Jun Xilei's long hair fluttered, and her white robes billowed, as if she stood within a storm. Her bright eyes, like ten thousand embedded swords, became even more chilling and captivating.

Although he only held a Sacred Thunder Sword, Luo Changsheng's aura was far more terrifying than before. He slowly raised his sword, and as its tip pointed skyward, a bolt of lightning struck down from the firmament, attaching itself to the blade, accompanied by a faint wolf's howl.

“Wind Eagle, Rock Bear, Thunder Wolf... Not only does he cultivate in wind, thunder, and earth, but he also possesses three divine bloodline inheritances.” Divine Emperor Shitian's eyes gleamed with an unusual light. “This young man is truly a prodigy.”

“Cultivating three elements is the limit for a person, and simultaneously possessing three divine power inheritances is also the limit. Both are extremely rare, but to possess both limits simultaneously in one body,” the Dragon Emperor's gaze slightly sharpened, “don't just speak of your Eastern Divine Region; throughout the entire history of the God Realm, there haven't been more than twenty such individuals.”

“Furthermore, as the Grandmist aura becomes increasingly sparse, individuals with such heaven-bestowed unique physiques will only become rarer. Currently, throughout the entire God Realm, and even the entire Primal Chaos, there should be only Luo Changsheng.”

“This generation of your Eastern Divine Region will undoubtedly be exceptionally prominent,” the Dragon Emperor said with utmost seriousness.

“Heh heh,” Divine Emperor Zhoutian smiled and shook his head. “I only hope that all this is just my unfounded worry.”

As Luo Changsheng's aura sharply increased, Jun Xilei's cold eyes remained completely unperturbed. The Mistlight sword rose, drawing a full moon in the air, and the surrounding aura moved with the sword, silently forming an invisible sword domain. Instantly, sword qi surged through the air, quickly tearing apart the pressure and surging aura from Luo Changsheng. Her long hair floated and swept upwards, her eyes blazing with sword light. Her boundless sword might actually managed to forcibly repel Luo Changsheng's surging pressure, re-establishing itself over the Divine Seal Stage.

This time, Luo Changsheng moved first. His Sacred Thunder Sword swept through the air, and a purple thunder sword beam shot forth, transforming into a thousand-zhang thunder dragon, its divine might astonishing the world.

Jun Xilei's figure flickered, instantly closing the hundred-mile distance. A bright light condensed on her sword, dazzling everyone's eyes as if pricked by needles.

“Shatter... Star... Art!” The bright light flashed abruptly, piercing through the air in an instant. Behind it, a trail of absolute blackness remained. It was spatial tearing!