LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 29:
Chapter 29: Instant Kill:
As others entered the Ancient Battlefield, they witnessed a shocking scene.
A small fist imprint shattered the intertwining black and white light beams, obliterating the Yin-Yang Diagram.
The Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Sect, Yang Wufa, was surrounded by a protective glow, but that tiny fist imprint broke through the light and struck him directly.
BOOM!
Yang Wufa’s body exploded into pieces.
He was dead.
Dead!
Many widened their eyes in disbelief, rubbing them repeatedly as if they had seen an illusion or made a mistake.
Yang Wufa, dead?
How was this possible?
Lu Ye calmly walked to the remains, picked up Yang Wufa’s storage ring, scanned the area briefly, and then swiftly left in a chosen direction.
A wave of stunned silence followed by an uproar filled the battlefield.
Though the battlefield had random teleportation points, the large number of entrants had caused over a dozen people to gather at the same location. They had witnessed the entire scene of Lu Ye killing Yang Wufa.
Even after Lu Ye disappeared into the horizon, the onlookers were still frozen in fear.
“Wait… that was Yang Wufa, wasn’t it?”
“Seems like it…”
“The Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Sect?”
“Yeah… it looked like him.”
“And he was killed in one punch?”
“Seems like it…”
“How is that possible?!”
“Apparently, it is…”
The crowd was dumbfounded. The Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Sect, a figure expected to be a prominent force in the Ancient Battlefield, was annihilated in a single move.
A group gathered around the scattered remains of his clothes.
They confirmed his identity, their disbelief intensifying.
The fall of a prodigy marked the rise of another.
Back in Nine Dragon Valley, the remaining geniuses were still lining up to enter the battlefield.
Suddenly, a blood-red stone shattered without warning in the Yin-Yang Sect’s camp.
This was a Blood Soul Stone, used to monitor the survival of disciples in the battlefield.
“Who fell so quickly?”
The members of the Yin-Yang Sect turned to look, including the Holy Maiden Luo Yuan, who had yet to enter. She glanced over—and froze.
“The fallen one… is the Holy Son?”
An elder’s voice trembled with disbelief.
BOOM!
The Yin-Yang Sect exploded into chaos.
“How could the Holy Son have fallen? He had already reached the 5th stage Nascent Soul Realm, and his Holy Nascent Soul was unparalleled. How could he die?”
“And so quickly?”
Other sects overheard the commotion and were equally stunned.
“What? Seriously? The queue to enter the battlefield hasn’t even cleared, and their Holy Son is already dead?”
“This year’s Holy Son seems incredibly weak…”
Luo Yuan remained silent, her expression cold and severe. After a long pause, she finally muttered two words: “Useless trash.”
But even trash was still the Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Sect.
Luo Yuan’s robes billowed as she flew toward the entrance. She had to see for herself who had killed Yang Wufa so quickly.
Meanwhile, in the Supreme Empire’s camp, Shangguan Wuchang was pleasantly surprised.
“There’s a strong player out there? Looks like this won’t be boring after all.”
He too flew toward the entrance.
Shangguan Huanling smiled faintly. Not only would it not be boring, but it would also be full of earth-shaking surprises.
In this life, Lu Ye seemed even stronger.
After killing Yang Wufa, Lu Ye felt no emotional ripple. In his previous life, Yang Wufa had also died by his hand.
Back then, their battle had shaken countless prodigies. They had fought for an entire day and night, exhausting all their techniques before Lu Ye finally managed to slay him at great personal cost.
Now, it took only one punch.
Lu Ye’s goal was clear—Stone Sword Cliff.
In his previous life, the Stone Sword was his Imperial Weapon. Though not a Heavenly Sovereign artifact, it was an Emperor’s weapon used during his ascension. It had shattered during the Dark Chaos, and its sword spirit had perished.
After that, Lu Ye stopped using weapons entirely, even after reaching the Heavenly Sovereign Realm. He had the ability to forge his own Heavenly Sovereign artifact, and he had crafted one for each of the eight women in his life, but he never made one for himself.
Lu Ye was sentimental.
When his sword broke, he became the sharpest sword himself.
Now, reborn, he had the chance to reclaim his weapon. This time, his sword would never break.
Stone Sword Cliff was unique, situated atop a mountain closest to the heavens in the second layer of the battlefield.
The summit was rugged, with a peculiar sword-shaped stone formed by absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and bathing in the essence of the sun and moon.
In his previous life, when Lu Ye obtained the Stone Sword, he had feared that a monkey might suddenly jump out of it. Fortunately, nothing that absurd happened.
The First Heaven had many treasures, such as the Heavenly Spirit Pool, the Three Fires Mountain, and the Hundred Herb Valley. But Lu Ye wasn’t in a rush.
His priority was the Stone Sword.
The entrance to the second layer should still be at the Three Fires Mountain if it hadn’t changed in this life.
The Three Fires Mountain was once a single mountain, later split into five, then nine, as one cultivator after another was burned alive trying to claim the divine flames within.
History spoke of a Flame Emperor who had collected seven divine flames from the mountain in a single effort, breaking through seven realms and leaping from the 1st stage Nascent Soul Realm to the 8th.
If he had harnessed the flames’ full potential, he could have reached the Void Refinement Realm. However, he chose to temper his strength and only ascended seven levels, ensuring a stable foundation.
Even so, such rapid ascension came with a six-month period of enforced stagnation to avoid dire consequences.
The mountain burned fiercely, its flames dancing in shades of blue, red, and white. The craters spewed black smoke, intertwined with mystical light.
Some cultivators were teleported directly to the mountain, including disciples from the Mountain and River Pagoda Sect. Their eyes gleamed as they stared at the flames.
For weapon forgers and alchemists, the allure of divine flames was irresistible. But few could withstand the flames, which could burn through even Dao Nascent Souls or Core Formations.
Lu Ye charged forward, heading toward the second mountain under the watchful eyes of many. The white flames roared, yet he seemed unaffected.
His target wasn’t the crater, where the divine flames resided. Instead, he headed for the mountainside of the second peak, disappearing from view.
“What is he doing?”
“No idea!”
“Should we follow him?”
“But the flames…”
“Let’s try!”
The flames on the mountain’s surface were merely residual heat from the true divine fire and not as intense.
Some daring prodigies braved the flames to reach the spot where Lu Ye had vanished.
There, they discovered a hidden vortex—the entrance to another teleportation point.