Chapter 1299: A Sword Cuts Through Eternity

"For whom are you tolling the bells of death?" Number Nine and the others roared in fury.

"Break!"

Number Nine shouted, standing with his old comrades. He pulled up the tattered great banner and waved it violently. With a thunderous boom, the descending stars continuously exploded!

The starlit river fragmented, and the universe's black chasm cracked open!

The moment they clashed, the ferocity was astonishing, shaking the world.

"I'm here! Nine-Bend Empty River, Ten Thousand Immortals Slaughter, activate!" the Four Tribulation Sparrow cried, initiating his attack.

That moment was terrifying. The vast heavens and earth were permeated with the power of great tribulation, which then interwove in the void, forming a massive sword, as if truly intending to cleave through all ten thousand immortals!

Number Nine and the others trembled, feeling immense pressure. Once the Four Tribulation Sparrow's domain was activated, he adapted it to unleash the "One Sword to Slaughter Ten Thousand Immortals" technique.

Number Two, Number Nine, and the others jointly channeled their power into the great banner, resisting this large-scale killing domain.

The void in this region fractured, and the heavens and earth exploded!

The great banner flapped fiercely, rising as high as the sky, protecting Number Nine and the others, and also guarding the area outside the static sectional world.

"It's just a tattered, broken flag; rip it to shreds. I'll present another grand gift."

At this dreadful moment, a dark shadow emerged. It was a cluster of soul light, black as ink, bringing forth a peculiar item: a putrid toe.

Its voice was familiar, belonging to the one who had earlier beguiled the half-rotten face.

"Empower the domain, go!" It offered up the rotten finger, which landed in a specific geographical formation, making the "Nine-Bend Empty River, Ten Thousand Immortals Slaughter" domain even more terrifying.

"Such a bizarre, ominous remnant exists?" Number Nine's heart pounded. This development was truly beyond his expectations.

Some ancestors from forbidden lands had sent their lingering souls, and moreover, the one capable of guiding the rotten face here was undoubtedly extraordinary, likely of immense origin.

"Have some of the powers behind the forbidden lands begun to emerge?" Number One asked gravely.

"To complete it, present the final remnant of a formidable being from ancient times!" the inky black soul light declared, drawing forth the last half of a hand from a dark fissure, unleashing towering black mist.

The putrid stench was sickening, yet its power was boundless and terrifying. The incomplete rotten hand covered everything, capable of destroying all, and suppressed the First Mountain!

The expressions of Number Nine and the others changed dramatically!

"Hmm, that's enough!" someone said. Everything was under control.

Boom!

The heavens and earth roared. A section of the starry sky poured down, and even black holes approached, seeking to fill and flatten the static sectional world. This was an attack from a master of Star Feather Heaven.

"One Sword to Slaughter Ten Thousand Immortals!" the Four Tribulation Sparrow roared, using the domain to unleash the "Sky-Splitting Sword." It merged with the massive sword form emerging in the void, utilizing the domain's immense power to launch its strongest assault, cleaving forward.

"For you, the death knell!" A mighty one from Chaos Abyss attacked. The entire earth rumbled, and symbols interwove in the void, forming a colossal bell that slammed towards the sectional world!

These combined attacks were truly horrifying!

At that moment, the putrid toe and the half-hand merged with the power of the two great domains, striking out in unison.

Without the putrid toe and hand, the domains set up by the Four Tribulation Sparrow and the Chaos Abyss mighty one might not have been able to activate to their strongest state so smoothly, as this was the First Mountain, which inherently possessed its own domain patterns underground.

Now, however, it was different. Dark energy surged, suppressing the inherent mystical power underground.

At this point, Number Nine and the others truly couldn't withstand it. They coughed up blood incessantly, wrapped themselves in the great banner, and rapidly retreated. They actively dodged, seeking to merge into that static world.

At this juncture, they had no choice but to retreat. Even as powerful as they were, they truly couldn't hold out. The attacking enemies were too numerous, and their methods too formidable.

The energy of Number Nine and the others was similar to the aura within the static world and had long been recognized; if they retreated into it, they would not be attacked.

"Hah, fill this place with stars! Let's see if you can still contain an entire cosmic starry sky!" the master of Star Feather Heaven scoffed, activating his power once more, employing a forceful method to suppress the area. Star rivers cascaded from the sky, surging downwards, and black holes appeared, intending to swallow the First Mountain.

"Freeze!"

At that moment, a creature spoke from the darkness, astonishingly employing a bizarre secret art to prevent Number Nine and the others from leaving. It solidified space and seemingly severed time itself.

It was a terrifying cluster of soul light, slowing down everything for its opponents, hindering Number Nine and the others from retreating into the static world.

"Add more fuel to the fire! Construct a coordinate map to connect the path behind the forbidden land and summon the power of an entire realm to descend! I refuse to believe any legend can last forever. Whoever it is, let them perish. Today, everything here will be obliterated!"

Another mysterious creature emerged, also a cluster of soul light, incredibly ancient and exuding an aura of decay. It was impossible to tell how many years it had existed.

Boom!

There, a portal opened and then exploded. It was summoning something, intending to connect a path for an entire realm to unleash endless energy and sweep this place clean.

It must be said, once these beings went berserk, they unleashed all sorts of contingency plans, truly terrifying. Under normal circumstances, the First Mountain would indeed have been annihilated, ceasing to exist.

Number Nine and the others were coughing up mouthfuls of blood. Even at their immense strength, what they endured had exceeded their limits: the Nine-Bend Empty River, Ten Thousand Immortals Slaughter; the death knell; the rotten hand; the "realm power" surging from a special place connected to a certain forbidden land; and the overwhelming starry sky unleashed by the mighty one from Star Feather Heaven, pouring down...

This was nothing short of an apocalypse, more than enough to slaughter any race.

Especially since Number Nine and his comrades were hindered by a mysterious cluster of soul light employing a secret art, they couldn't retreat into the static sectional world immediately.

Now, all of them were severely shaken, coughing up large amounts of blood, their bodies cracking, their lives in imminent peril. The situation was extremely critical.

At the last moment, the tattered great banner unfurled violently, erupting with dazzling light. Fresh red blood seeped from its surface, emitting battle cries that shook the world.

The great banner flapped fiercely, its surface wrapping around them, protecting their lives!

The clang of weapons and the thunder of horses, battle cries shaking the heavens, as if they had returned to a grand battlefield where a world-shaking decisive battle was unfolding and erupting. All of this emanated from the tattered great banner.

Its sound seemed to reach directly to the thirty-third heaven. It appeared to have sent some kind of message, activating the static sectional world!

Boom!

Suddenly, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami roaring, a dazzling sword light illuminated past, present, and future, erupting abruptly within the sectional world.

Number Nine murmured softly: "We originally thought there would be no need to disturb it, but the creatures from the forbidden lands went mad, employing various forbidden powers. They even found the remnants of beings from the source of darkness; finally, the half-hand and toe were sacrificed, along with realm power. Ultimately, the sectional world has been activated..."

He felt a pang of regret and a touch of melancholy, but in the end, he found solace. At this point, triggering the sectional world was worthwhile.

After all, many 'big fish' had arrived today, revealing some of the forces behind them.

Boom!

The heavens and earth seemed to become discontinuous. A single sword light cleaved through eternity, streaking across several epochs, as if striking from the eternal end. Nothing was unbroken, no enemy was left alive, nothing could obstruct it. Sword energy swept across hundreds of millions of miles, annihilating everything!

The starry sky, torn open and summoned by the mighty one from Star Feather Heaven, was flattened by a single sword strike, exploding. The starry sky was obliterated, instantly vanishing into nothingness.

As for the master of Star Feather Heaven, he was instantly vaporized and evaporated, leaving not even ashes, let alone exploding into a mist of blood.

Under this sword, he was utterly insignificant. Swept by the sword's trace, he would never be reborn, his form and spirit utterly annihilated, vanishing completely without a trace.

The so-called "Nine-Bend Empty River, Ten Thousand Immortals Slaughter" didn't even stir a ripple; it was directly pulverized by this sword light, having no presence whatsoever.

Before its death, the Four Tribulation Sparrow's eyes held only boundless despair and endless frustration. What was "One Sword to Slaughter Ten Thousand Immortals" or "borrowing an epoch from heaven"? They paled in comparison to this one sword, a difference as vast as heaven and earth.

Strictly speaking, the Four Sky-Opening Swords were indeed world-shaking supreme arts, profound and unfathomable. If truly mastered, they might be as terrifying as their name suggested.

But compared to this sword, they simply weren't enough!

The Four Tribulation Sparrow exploded. The ancient lingering soul within it also shrieked, turning to ash and then being cleaved into nothingness!

The mighty one from Chaos Abyss, his own death knell heralded his demise. They were both shattered to pieces, turning into dust, and then vanished.

Nothing could resist this sword. Even the toe and rotten hand of the creature from the source of darkness instantly shattered into smithereens, turning to ash and being eternally extinguished.

As for the creature playing the flute, performing the "Chaos Myriad Spirits Transcending Tribulation Melody," it also instantly vanished without a trace. Its so-called peerless mystical art had no chance to be fully unleashed. With its own inadequate power, how could it compare to this single sword that swept across all creation?

Not only it, but also the mighty one of the same clan from Silent Ridge who appeared with it, turned to dust and then into nothingness.

This one sword sliced through eternity, pierced through epochs. Nothing was unbroken, and no one in the world could withstand it!

The mysterious soul light in the darkness, and the being attempting to open a passage to summon realm power, all exploded at that moment, utterly annihilated.

In their final moments, they could only think with horror of that legend, that forgotten person who didn't exist in ancient history. They wanted to scream.

But in the end, they were all annihilated, becoming nothingness.

This sword not only slew them but also reached deep behind the path they had opened. Some connected areas were penetrated, as the sword light surged into them.

With a boom, nothing was left unsliced, no spirit left unslain!

This sword astonished past and present, shaking the heavens above and the earth below. It awakened countless slumbering powerhouses, both prehistoric and even more ancient, who all trembled.

"Could it be... him?" Someone's voice trembled.

It wasn't that no one knew, but that they had never reached that level!

The Mortal Realm was no longer the same. Connected to other regions, it allowed for the descent of unknown creatures. Ultimately, someone remembered his name!

In certain places, in some great domains, powerhouses shrieked in agony. This sword had severed the enemies in the connected realms. None could stop it, nothing could obstruct it!

And all of this was merely the result of a sword trace left within the static sectional world. Triggered today, it unleashed this strike, vaguely recreating fragmented scenes of that person cleaving through eternity with a single sword.

At this moment, tears streamed down the faces of Number Nine and the others. Standing by the tattered great banner, they watched this scene, their voices choked with suppressed sobs.

"I believe you are still alive, and one day you will reappear!" Number Nine roared.

The sword light acknowledged the great banner, not harming it in the slightest. Number Nine and the others stood there, gazing at the sword light that cleaved through eternity, muttering, their lips trembling.

They wept openly.