"Impossible! My Star-Moon Arrow contains the power of stars and moon, even infused with the intent of the Star-Moon Dao. How could you possibly block it? This arrow is capable of slaying even a Fate Map realm expert with a single shot. How could it be blocked—let alone shattered outright?"
The prodigy of the Star-Moon Clan stood stunned, disbelief flooding his face. He had never expected that his battle arrow would be forcefully destroyed by a mere human cultivator using a physical divine ability. The sense of defeat was overwhelming—completely unacceptable to him.
"So powerful... Such terrifying physical strength. The moment he struck, the force of his body alone was astonishing—at least a million jin of raw power. And that seal he used contained a power that could suppress space itself. That oppressive might—it could even suppress hell itself!"
"What a tyrannical physical divine ability. That technique must amplify his physical power several times over. With that kind of enhancement, he can crush mountains and tear the heavens apart!"
The prodigies of Evernight watched, expressions shifting to shock and horror.
They recalled the earlier moment when Yi Tianxing shot down Tong Ba, thinking his most terrifying asset was his archery. Yet now, seeing him unleash such brute force, they realized his raw physical might was just as fearsome. Terrifying. Overbearing.
As they watched him, bathed in golden light, stepping step by step toward the riverbank, their expressions all became grim.
"Such strength... Yet Yi Wang has no special innate constitution. Why is his body so formidable? Normally, even body refiners are limited by their natural talent. But his physical constitution rivals top-tier divine and spiritual bodies."
Xiang Yu's Heavenly Dual-Pupils flashed with insight, deep in thought. His gaze toward Yi Tianxing grew increasingly serious—this opponent was not to be underestimated.
"Yi Wang actually plans to cross the Tongtian River alone—he'll be facing thousands of Evernight prodigies by himself. That arrow he fired just now—it's on par with anything a peerless genius could unleash. I wonder how many more like him exist on the Evernight side. If they're all like this... terrifying."
"Quick! As soon as we secure the Ruyi Chain, we can cross the chain and launch an assault. Only then can we foil the Evernight Clan's schemes. Who knows what kind of tricks they still have up their sleeves?"
On the riverbank, many human prodigies watched with awe and urgency on their faces. Their hearts burned with eagerness, longing to storm across and engage the enemy in bloody battle.
"Indeed, Yi Wang's power is far beyond what we've seen."
Zhuge Liang's eyes gleamed with strange light as he looked at Yi Tianxing, who now held the Prison Suppression Seal aloft, bathed in radiant gold, appearing like an emperor descending upon the world—peerlessly mighty.
"Evernight prodigies, do you dare fight me? Let's see if you can stop me from crossing the river!"
Yi Tianxing shouted coldly, his voice echoing through the void, rumbling across the heavens. Even the roar of the Tongtian River's currents was drowned out. It was a public challenge, plain and unrestrained. If you wanted to fight, then come. No tricks, no hiding. Today, he would cross this river—and any who dared stand in his way, he would kill.
"Arrogant! Utterly insolent! A mere native of the Eternal World dares speak such words? If we don't kill him today, our Evernight Clan will lose all dignity. I'll fight you!"
Yi Tianxing's provocation ignited the fury of the Evernight prodigies on the opposite bank. A native from the Eternal World dared to issue such a blatant challenge—if they did nothing, their clan's reputation would be in ruins. Even if it cost their lives, they had to respond. The dignity of Evernight must be upheld—with blood if need be.
As the words fell, a massive, grotesque figure leaped forward without hesitation.
This man had six eyes on his face. The moment he appeared, his robe was torn open to reveal his chest—covered in countless eyeballs. Each eye glowed with eerie light. For anyone with trypophobia, this would be a nightmare—there must have been thousands of eyes.
This was a member of the Thousand-Eyed Evil Demon Clan.
The eyes weren't just for show—they had terrifying offensive potential and innate eye-techniques. Not just one technique, but many. Each member of the Thousand-Eyed Clan awakened a different combination of powers, so no one could predict what they might unleash. Until they acted, their true strength was always a mystery.
And this one was clearly a top-tier prodigy of his race—infuriated by Yi Tianxing's words.
As he appeared, all those colorful eyes erupted with chilling beams of divine light, sweeping toward Yi Tianxing in a massive wave.
Instantly, Yi Tianxing felt his surroundings warp. It was as if he had entered a hellish domain filled with ferocious ghosts biting and tearing at his flesh. The sensation was shockingly real—gruesome and terrifying. Every bite brought genuine pain. A sinister power tried to invade his spirit silently and subtly.
"Illusions? You think they can touch me?"
"Ghosts? They're my daily practice targets—merely prey for slaughter. I have a blade. Let's see if you can stop it."
Yi Tianxing's spirit was unimaginably strong. He trained daily inside the Hongmeng Heavenly Emperor Tower, endlessly battling ghostly creatures and refining his combat techniques. Each time he slew a ghostly wraith, it was converted into pure spiritual energy to nourish his sea of consciousness—enhancing his soul, refining his true spirit.
By now, his Sea of Consciousness Life Aperture had quietly undergone a full transformation. Inside, golden divine light radiated everywhere, and his spiritual power had liquefied, forming a vast golden ocean.
In that ocean, a golden flying blade swam back and forth like a living creature. It shimmered with sharpness and radiated a unique aura—The God-Slaying Blade.
Sea of Consciousness Life Aperture – God-Slaying Blade (斩神刀)A divine ability born from Yi Tianxing's Sea of Consciousness, it is a spiritual technique that directly attacks the soul. Once locked onto a target, unless the opponent's spirit vastly exceeds his own, it will cut through body and soul alike—leaving no trace behind. As Yi Tianxing's spiritual power grows, the blade only becomes more terrifying. At its peak, even great divine cultivators could fall to a single slash. A heaven-defying power indeed.
"KILL!!"
With a cold killing intent, the golden blade suddenly emerged from Yi Tianxing's forehead, its glow flickering with life. It shimmered with a terrifying sharpness—and even had eyes and facial features, giving it the aura of a living weapon.
Shua!
The moment it appeared, the Thousand-Eyed Demon felt a bone-deep chill flood his body—like he'd been marked by a venomous serpent. He was utterly locked in place. Even his soul had been targeted. There was no escape.
"Not good!!"
He sensed the horrifying aura from the blade, and a dreadful premonition struck him—but before he could react, the golden blade traced an arc through the air, flashing once—
—and appeared before him.
Snap!
A crisp sound echoed.
A deep, gruesome gash appeared across his neck.
"What kind of blade is that... What kind of terrifying divine ability..."
The demon's gaze froze. Fear filled his six eyes. He had never imagined he'd be cut down by a single flying blade. It was too fast, too fierce—his protective aura hadn't even resisted. His head was severed effortlessly.
But the worst part was—not just his body, but his soul had been severed.
This blade… could cut through the very soul.
斩神刀 — The God-Slaying Blade.
A spiritual divine ability born from the Sea of Consciousness Life Aperture, it kills by cutting through both body and soul. Once it locks on, unless the target's mental power surpasses Yi Tianxing's by a wide margin, death is inevitable.
This power would only grow stronger as Yi Tianxing's spiritual cultivation deepened. One day, even mighty divine cultivators would fall to a single slash.
This was a divine ability born of a true miracle.
The entire event had happened too fast. From the demon's charge to the final soul-slashing strike, it had taken less than a breath—nearly instantaneous.
The Thousand-Eyed Demon's body crashed into the Tongtian River and was swept away by the current—gone without a trace.
Truly… a corpse offered to the river.
"What kind of flying blade was that? That's a spirit-based divine technique—a soul attack! Be careful! It must consume a lot of energy. Even he can't use it too many times. There are thousands of us—he can't kill us all before exhausting himself!"
The clown-faced prodigy warned quickly, visibly shaken.
Spiritual techniques—silent, invisible, lightning fast. Extremely hard to defend against.
Yet despite that knowledge, all the Evernight prodigies were shaken to the core.
One blade. One kill. Like slicing through an army.