Chapter Sixty-Four: The Sword of the Immortal Execution, Heavenly Sword

Memories of a previous life and the experiences of this one had made Jiang Ming’s thoughts far more unrestrained and daring than those of the average person. Was cultivation in a single world truly limited to the level of Grandmaster? He did not believe it. Especially after his own strength had reached its peak—capable of warping the void—he’d begun to perceive the invisible chains that spanned heaven and earth, and he had his suspicions. Perhaps this was a restriction imposed by the very world itself.

But what if it could be broken?

He’d conceived of this idea long ago. Only, he had always feared that shattering these bonds and breaking free might mean his own departure as well. So he had delayed taking action until now.

During this period, he devoted himself to the dual cultivation path, merging his being with heaven and earth, guiding Yan Feng and the others to comprehend the mysteries of intent, thus raising their strength. At the most intense moments of union, he blended his own precious essence with theirs, helping them refine and purify themselves, strengthening their bodies and enhancing their very foundations.

For a year, Jiang Ming had spared no effort in his cultivation. It was as the saying goes: the greatest joy in life is dual cultivation. Not only could he help others improve, but he also advanced his own path. Why not do both?

Now, even Lan had reached the realm of Grandmaster. Yan Feng and Commander Jin had become even more unfathomable in their power.

In the distance—

“The very fabric of space is warping,” Elder Zhang exclaimed in awe.

“A black hole has formed,” Lu Yuan gasped. “Brother Jiang is as incredible as ever. Wait—what’s that? Has lightning taken on human form?”

At that moment, all of them were stunned.

“What a terrifying aura!” Yan Feng’s brow furrowed with gravity. “Could it be the will of heaven and earth?”

“The will of heaven and earth?” Elder Zhang’s brows leapt. “Could it be that what Daoist Jiang spoke of—opening the martial path for us—means he must face and overcome the will of heaven and earth, break the shackles?”

“Daoist Jiang deserves to be called the teacher of all ages!” After his doubt, Elder Zhang immediately affirmed this in his heart, his respect for Jiang Ming deepening further. He could not help but bow in salute, paying respect for such fearless pioneering of the martial path.

“Should we intervene?” Lan asked worriedly.

“Be ready. If Brother Jiang is outmatched, we’ll act at once!” Commander Jin gripped his long sword, the force of sword intent surging around him.

There stood Wang Invincible, Chen Yu, and the others as well, all watching in solemn silence. Yet the aura radiating from both Jiang Ming and the humanoid lightning left them trembling with fear. Even with their Grandmaster strength, they dared not approach.

Jiang Ming landed, facing the humanoid lightning. “Are you the world’s will?”

He already understood: this was a test from the ultimate power of this world. If he passed, he would shatter the world’s shackles. Cultivation would no longer be restrained. Those who followed would find breakthroughs far easier—and then… perhaps, ascension.

A thousand thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

Clang—

There was no answer. The humanoid lightning simply drew a spear of lightning from the void and hurled it at him.

The spear howled through the air, distorting space.

Bang—

Jiang Ming charged forward, shattering the spear with a single punch.

But looking at his fist, he noticed his skin had split.

“This exceeds the power of a Grandmaster,” Jiang Ming judged at once. His punch tore open the void, pure yang energy surging forth, his fist embodying an unstoppable, majestic force.

The humanoid lightning moved even faster, closing in for hand-to-hand combat.

Thunder roared—

The two figures merged into the brilliance, clashing eighty-one times in an instant. The force unleashed tore apart the heavens, twisting the sky itself.

They were both enveloped in light.

The Nine Suns Divine Fist unleashed its fiercest, most masculine power—overbearing and mighty. Alongside it, the Inch Fist he had comprehended brought the body’s strength to its absolute limit.

Inch force struck a thousand times, power compounding, terrifying to the extreme.

“Inch Fist, triple strike!”

Thunder crashed—

Fist shadows blurred into one, merging into a single force that burst forth in an instant, directly obliterating the humanoid lightning.

Lightning arced and exploded, air rupturing ahead.

But before Jiang Ming could celebrate, the lightning reformed, the humanoid lightning returning, its aura even stronger. It now drew upon the power of the void, distorting this entire region, transforming it into a forbidden domain.

“Yin-Yang Millstone—perish!” Jiang Ming’s eyes narrowed. Clasping his hands, the flows of yin and yang enveloped the humanoid lightning, spinning rapidly to grind it down.

The terrifying millstone left Elder Zhang, who watched from afar, chilled to the bone—yet the humanoid lightning easily broke free.

Clang—

The humanoid lightning raised its hand, releasing an invisible force that stunned Jiang Ming, his expression turning grave.

He felt immense pressure, bearing down from all directions—from the heavens, vast and weighty, like divine wrath—omnipresent.

It pressed on his body, and even upon his soul.

Snap—

The opponent’s palm descended, irresistible, inescapable. An invisible force sealed off the world, making him feel like a sheep trapped in a cage.

Clang!

The long sword at his back leaped into his hand, slaughterous sword intent shooting to the heavens, carving through the void with the power to slaughter all beings, severing the palm imprint in two.

But before he could rejoice, the humanoid lightning struck again. A single palm, and the void trembled, countless handprints manifesting, each several yards across, all descending upon him.

As if a god from the ninth heaven were attacking.

Jiang Ming’s pupils contracted, and he took a deep breath. Three strange powers fused as one, making the Sky-Splitting Sword in his hand tremble.

Slaughter. Destruction. Death.

All three powers merged into the long sword, transforming into the Immortal-Slaying Strike.

The sword hummed, radiating a light that could destroy all things. Lightning slashed the sky, sword light forming a dazzling ribbon that cut through all obstacles, shattering laws themselves, sweeping away countless palm prints.

“Blade and sword domain—die!”

The Heaven-Slashing Blade appeared behind him, its razor-sharp aura able to cut the world asunder, shattering all.

Beneath the long blade, the sword swept across the sky.

Blade and sword combined, unleashing a peerless attack.

This was a killing move he had perfected through deep insight.

The long blade cleaved the sky, blending yin and yang into one, sealing and confining; the Sky-Splitting Sword merged the ultimate destructive power of the Immortal-Slaying Strike.

Sealing and suppression—yin and yang combined. The Immortal-Slaying Strike—gods and demons alike would fall.

This was a unique fusion of multiple intents, terrifying beyond imagination.

Yet at that moment, the humanoid lightning pointed one hand to the sky, the other to the earth. Instantly, a beam of blue light descended from above, vast and awe-inspiring—capable of suppressing all. From below surged a cloud of murky energy, thick and boundless, unparalleled in power.

It burst through Jiang Ming’s blade and sword domain, merging into the humanoid lightning. The opponent pressed its hands together, then thrust forth, shattering the domain by sheer force.

The terrifying power swept forth, hurling Jiang Ming backward.

“How can it be so strong?” Jiang Ming was deeply shocked.

He tossed aside the Heaven-Slashing Blade; the method of fusing blade and sword was still crude, becoming a burden in such a battle.

He also sensed the nature of the opponent’s power.

Drawing in the vastness of the heavens, the weight of the earth, blending them together—that was the power of the world itself.

The humanoid lightning charged, its hand turning. Day and stars appeared, light bursting forth, then condensing into a formless mountain that pressed down upon him.

The ground beneath Jiang Ming’s feet silently sank.

“It’s channeling the power of the heavens!”

His brow furrowed tightly. Sensing the opponent’s force—mighty as divine wrath—he was stirred, and a wholly new sword intent soared from within him.

At its emergence, the long sword in Commander Jin’s hand began to tremble.

Countless swords within Heaven’s Gate quivered, as if sensing the descent of a supreme sovereign.

“Sword intent of the firmament—no, the intent of the Heavenly Sword!”

Jiang Ming gained sudden insight, but quickly suppressed the aura. With a slight tremor of his sword, he cleaved the divine mountain in two, severing the world.

Immortal-Slaying Strike, second form!