The Fall of Magic Hand

“Damn it.” The Lord of All Demons’s face changed. His body moved like a gust of wind as he rapidly chased after the black-robed Ji Ning. He knew very well how formidable Ji Ning’s true body was—it was comparable to a top-grade innate spirit-treasure and virtually impossible to harm. In contrast, this Primaltwin cultivated the Ki Refining path; its divine body was at its most fragile.

“Go.”

The black-robed Ji Ning turned his head and cast an icy glare.

Swish, swish, swish.

Three streaks of sword-light flew out from his brow, each one ghostly and exceeding the limits of the Heavenly Dao. They swirled around him, intercepting the Lord of All Demons.

“Mm?” The Lord of All Demons tried several approaches and immediately grew troubled. A top-grade Ancestral Immortal commanding Chaos divine swords—moreover, Ji Ning had long surpassed the limits of the Heavenly Dao in speed. Imagine a circle: Ji Ning was at the center, his three divine swords only needed to guard a small radius around him, while the Lord of All Demons had to break in from the outer perimeter. He would need to be far faster than the Chaos divine swords—but there were three of them!

What was most disgusting was that the thirty-six All-Heavens Snowlotus flowers drifting around Ji Ning, their freezing air currents suppressing everything in the vicinity, heavily affecting the Lord of All Demons as well. Even at his peak strength, it was nearly impossible for him to breach this barrier under these circumstances. In fact, Ji Ning had not even employed his Blackcloud Chains yet; once unleashed, they could seal the surroundings airtight.

“Where did he get a set of divine swords with such terrifying power?” After several attempts, the Lord of All Demons could feel the sharp edge of this set of swords.

Swoosh.

Unable to stop the black-robed Ji Ning, the latter continued charging toward the Magic Hand Daofather.

The white-robed Ji Ning also transformed into a bolt of nine-horned lightning and shot forward.

“Then I’ll have to stop his true body.” The Lord of All Demons swiftly gave chase to the white-robed Ji Ning riding the lightning serpent. The distance between them was enormous, but it visibly shrank with each passing moment. Before the white-robed Ji Ning could reach Ink Bamboo Daofather, the Lord of All Demons had already intercepted him again.

“You cannot stop me.” Ji Ning sneered. “Your Seamless Gate has lost this round.”

The Lord of All Demons sighed inwardly. Yes, after discovering that Nuwa’s camp had revealed such terrifying strength, he had racked his brains. He had even split his divine body in two to block the fastest combatants—Suiren and Ji Ning.

But in the end, he was one step short. Ji Ning still had another clone—a terrifying clone with combat power at the top-tier Elder God level!

This clone was the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

The Seamless Gate simply could not squeeze out any more power to resist...

“Should I retreat now?” The thought flickered through the Lord of All Demons’s mind.

If he ordered a full retreat now, although his speed was great, he would still need to rescue one ally at a time. That took time. Nuwa’s camp would slaughter as many as they could in the chaos, and the Seamless Gate would definitely lose a batch of immortals and fiends. Still, it would probably only be a small fraction. If they delayed further, the casualties would be far worse.

“Not yet.”

“The hidden hand behind all this has not yet shown itself.” The Lord of All Demons thought to himself. The true source of this great tribulation had still not been revealed. That alien clan—the Demon-God Cixiu—had made no major moves so far. Everything was strangely quiet. The Lord of All Demons wanted to wait and see.

Boom!

In the midst of the fierce battle, one of the Seamless Gate’s ‘Limitless Fiendgod Formations’ collapsed. The three True Gods and three thousand nine hundred Empyrean Gods who had been commanding the formation fell into disarray. Naturally, Nuwa’s camp took the opportunity to slaughter them.

Whenever a formation collapsed, a massacre followed.

The longer this final battle dragged on, the more mighty cultivators, Empyrean Gods, and True Immortals would die.

“Die.” The black-robed Ji Ning stared into the distance.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Two ice-crystal divine swords and one golden divine sword flew out in a triangular formation, rapidly closing in on the Blood Crane Ancestor and the Magic Hand Daofather, who were locked in combat with the Buddha Tathagata. As the three divine swords flew, the runes on their blades began to glow and rapidly transformed. They seemed to melt together like mist, merging into a single, semi-transparent golden divine sword.

The moment this semi-transparent golden divine sword appeared, its sword-intent stretched for a million kilometers, shocking the entire battlefield.

This sharpness, this might—it was fully comparable to Daoist Three Purities’ Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation! The Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation had already made even the defense-specialist Elder God Master Stonerule struggle. Now, Ji Ning’s ‘Eternal Sword Formation’ was targeting the Blood Crane Ancestor and the Magic Hand Daofather directly.

“Not good, fall back!” The faces of the Blood Crane Ancestor and the Magic Hand Daofather both changed dramatically. They could see that Ji Ning was coming straight for them.

“Don’t even think about leaving.” The Buddha Tathagata’s palms descended, trying to hold them back.

But the Blood Crane Ancestor and the Magic Hand Daofather could no longer care about that. Just seeing the might of the distant Eternal Sword Formation, they had lost all will to resist. Throughout the entire battlefield, the most ferocious offensive powers were the ‘Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation’ commanded by Daoist Three Purities within Nuwa’s Heaven-Repairing Formation, and this other terrifying, unknown sword formation now wielded by the black-robed Ji Ning.

“Flee separately!” The Blood Crane Ancestor and the Magic Hand Daofather immediately split into three directions. Even the Blood Crane Ancestor’s true body and his clone scattered in different directions.

Swoosh.

The semi-transparent golden divine sword directly gave chase to the Magic Hand Daofather! Uproot the weeds and dig out the roots; the Magic Hand Daofather had no clone. Killing her meant true death.

“Come, then.” The fleeing Magic Hand Daofather understood that in terms of speed, she could never outrun that terrifying sword-light. She turned around, her face calm, gazing at the sword-light that traversed the void.

She was dressed in purple, her features exquisite like a celestial maiden.

But she was the most dreadful demon of the entire Seamless Chaosworld. At this moment, she raised her two fair palms very calmly to block the oncoming sword-light.

“No!” The distant Blood Crane Ancestor, still fleeing, saw this and his face contorted.

“Magic Hand!” Master Stonerule also cried out in anguish.

The Lord of All Demons watched the scene, letting out only a soft sigh.

Puchi!

The two palms, clad in Chaos-treasure-grade gloves, managed to stop the tip of the semi-transparent golden divine sword. But the inconceivable impact force stored within the sword instantly shook the Magic Hand Daofather’s body, forcing a mouthful of blood from her lips. Then the transparent golden sword-light turned like a phantom, chopping down again and again.

In the face of death, the Magic Hand Daofather struck out eight times, blocking eight sword-strikes. But the ninth sword-light still passed through her neck, and then a torrent of sword-qi swept through, completely annihilating her body. Her form melted away like snowflakes, turning into fine powder. The gap was far too great.

This scene caused the hearts of every Seamless Gate mighty cultivator on the battlefield to tremble.

Dead?

Magic Hand Daofather—that extraordinary woman known as the demon among demons of the Seamless Chaosworld, a great power who had once crossed hands with Mother Nuwa herself—had perished just like that?

But thinking back to the sword formation Ji Ning had just unleashed, every Seamless Gate mighty cultivator’s heart quivered.

Too strong.

In terms of raw power alone, perhaps the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation could rival it; indeed, it might even be slightly stronger. However, Ji Ning’s ‘Eternal Sword Formation’ not only belonged to the same tier of power, but it was also faster! This sword formation wielded Ji Ning’s sword arts—the finest in all the Three Realms. After two million years of tempering, Ji Ning’s sword arts had reached an inconceivable level.

“Demonlord, we cannot hold on!”

“We can’t take it anymore!”

The Seamless Gate was already weaker in fortune, and their formations could draw less power from Heaven and Earth. With the death of Magic Hand Daofather and no one to restrain the black-robed Ji Ning, the Seamless Gate’s morale plummeted. Two more formations were breached in quick succession. Those two formations had contained nine True Gods/Daofathers and nearly ten thousand Empyrean Gods/True Immortals. They were mercilessly slaughtered. Meanwhile, Ji Ning continued his pursuit of the Blood Crane Ancestor. The situation on the battlefield deteriorated steadily.

“Is this how we lose?” The Lord of All Demons truly did not want to admit it.

He had long foreseen Magic Hand’s death.

When he failed to intercept the black-robed Ji Ning, Magic Hand Daofather’s doom was sealed. But the worsening situation now made the Lord of All Demons anxious.

“What is the true source of this tribulation?” The Lord of All Demons sensed a very faint fluctuation. Suddenly his expression changed. “This is...”

Nuwa’s camp was riding a wave of unstoppable momentum.

They had five Elder Gods/Ancestral Immortals, three clan-protecting formations, and superior fortune. Although the Seamless Gate had racked their brains—winning over Old Man Yuan and two Elder Gods from the alien clan—only a short while into the battle, the Seamless Gate was already showing signs of collapse.

The Buddha Tathagata, Ji Ning, and the others wanted to continue their slaughter and expand their gains.

But then...

Humm~~~ A very faint ripple spread.

Every mighty cultivator and Empyrean God/True Immortal present could sense it, because this ripple originated from the Heavenly Dao itself. The ripple swiftly grew stronger. The Heavenly Dao of the entire Three Realms began to tremble.

“You want to stop me? Three Realms, you cannot stop me!” A furious roar resounded in every corner of the Three Realms, and the Heavenly Dao governing the entire cosmos shuddered.