Immortal Sword Master

Chapter 289: Chapter 285: Forging the Divinity Sealing Tower

”Aaaargh!”

A scream of agony echoed within Ning Jiang’s sea of consciousness. It didn’t come from his own Primordial Spirit, but from the Primordial Spirits of the red-haired elder, the Star Sword Sect’s Grand Elder, and the Fire Cloud Sect’s Sect Leader.

Ning Jiang had used their three Primordial Spirits as sacrificial pawns.

”No, Vice Sect Leader, stop!”

The Star Sword Sect’s Grand Elder roared, but his voice couldn’t escape.

BANG!

Three breaths later, all three of their Primordial Spirits were shattered by Yang Mucheng’s power, dissolving into pure Primordial Spirit Power.

Then came the Primordial Spirits of the other Evil Spirit Sect experts. Although they were weaker than the three God-Seizing Realm cultivators’ Primordial Spirits, their combined power was roughly equivalent to a single God-Seizing Realm expert.

’Good, just like this.’

Ning Jiang sneered inwardly, but his taunts continued aloud. ”Yang Mucheng, is this the Primordial Spirit of an Immortal Realm expert? Is this all you’ve got? What’s the difference between you and a piece of trash?”

”Die!”

Yang Mucheng’s gaze was glacial. He fully unleashed his Immortal Realm Primordial Spirit, sending a relentless barrage of power hammering toward Ning Jiang.

How could he, a dignified Immortal Realm expert, accept being unable to destroy even Ning Jiang’s Primordial Spirit?

’Excellent. With his power, I might be able to forge the Divinity Sealing Tower in one fell swoop.’

Within his sea of consciousness, Ning Jiang took out two Primordial Spirit Treasures to bear the brunt of Yang Mucheng’s Primordial Spirit Attacks.

Forging the Divinity Sealing Tower was no easy task. If Ning Jiang were to do it himself, it would take at least a month or so.

Just refining these two Primordial Spirit Treasures back into their most basic materials was a time-consuming process.

It was like forging iron; tempering it took time.

But now, Ning Jiang was borrowing Yang Mucheng’s power. An Immortal Realm Primordial Spirit was far more efficient at the task than he was.

’He’s still not dead?’

After dozens of attacks, Yang Mucheng was utterly astonished. Ning Jiang had withstood his assaults dozens of times and was still standing there, steady as a rock. It was unbelievable.

’Could he have some sort of treasure? I refuse to believe he has no limit. If dozens of strikes won’t work, then I’ll hit him hundreds of times.’ Yang Mucheng’s eyes turned vicious as he continued to channel his Primordial Spirit Power.

CRACKLE... CRACKLE.

Within his sea of consciousness, cracks slowly began to appear on the two sturdy Primordial Spirit Treasures.

Seeing this, Ning Jiang almost laughed out loud.

Yang Mucheng thought he was attacking him, but he had no idea he was actually helping him, doing all the hard work for someone else’s benefit.

’I should probably give him a little hope...’

With a thought, Ning Jiang deliberately made his face turn pale. At the same time, he circulated his internal qi and blood, making himself cough up a mouthful of blood.

”Hm? He’s on his last legs!”

Yang Mucheng’s eyes lit up. He had no suspicions. The power of his Immortal Realm Primordial Spirit was like a vast, surging tide, relentlessly crashing against Ning Jiang’s sea of consciousness.

Every few dozen attacks, Ning Jiang would make his face grow paler and spit out a bit more blood.

”Die, die, die, die, die! Why won’t you just die!?”

Yang Mucheng’s eyes were bloodshot. Channeling his Primordial Spirit Power for so long was taking a significant toll.

Every time he thought Ning Jiang was about to collapse, the man would stubbornly remain standing.

’Almost there!’

Inside his sea of consciousness, the two Primordial Spirit Treasures were now covered in cracks, on the verge of shattering.

”Yang Mucheng, you piece of trash.”

”Bastard! Go to hell!”

Fueled by his rage, Yang Mucheng’s Primordial Spirit Attack grew even more ferocious.

CRACK! SNAP!

A cacophony of shattering sounds rang out. Finally, the two Primordial Spirit Treasures completely disintegrated.

”Hahaha! Yang Mucheng, thank you for your help! Divinity Sealing Tower, condense!”

Ning Jiang let out a long laugh. Within his sea of consciousness, his three Primordial Spirits simultaneously activated the God Obliteration Technique. The fragments of the two Magical Treasures began to merge with the shattered Primordial Spirit Power of the others.

BOOM!

As they fused, a tyrannical wave of Primordial Spirit fluctuation radiated from his mind. Gradually, a small pagoda began to appear.

The small pagoda was illusory at first, but it slowly solidified.

’The Divinity Sealing Tower is complete.’

Ning Jiang was overjoyed as he looked at the small pagoda.

”What happened? What was that fluctuation just now?”

Yang Mucheng was stunned, sensing that something was wrong.

”Yang Mucheng, I really must thank you. It was your power that helped me forge this Primordial Spirit Treasure.”

Ning Jiang said faintly. A light glowed between his brows, and a small pagoda floated out.

The Divinity Sealing Tower wasn’t very large, currently having only three levels. However, as its power increased, more levels would be added to the pagoda’s body.

”What? You were using me this whole time?”

Realizing that from start to finish he had been helping Ning Jiang temper a Magical Treasure, serving as free labor, his face turned ashen.

PFFT.

Overcome with rage, Yang Mucheng coughed up a mouthful of blood.

”So what if it’s a Magical Treasure? Let’s see how powerful it really is.”

BOOM!

Another Primordial Spirit Attack erupted, powerful enough to obliterate a God-Seizing Realm expert.

BUZZ.

The small pagoda trembled slightly, emitting a hazy beam of light that blocked the attack.

’Now that the Divinity Sealing Tower is forged, blocking attacks from an Immortal Realm Primordial Spirit is no longer a problem. Suppressing an Immortal Realm expert, however, is still a bit difficult.’

Ning Jiang murmured to himself. The Divinity Sealing Tower’s current power was insufficient to suppress an Immortal Realm expert.

According to his estimates, he would only be able to do so once the pagoda reached four or five levels.

Of course, if he were to encounter God-Seizing Realm experts like the Sect Leader of the Fire Cloud Sect, he could just throw the Divinity Sealing Tower at them and suppress and seal their Primordial Spirits in a single exchange.

In short, now that this pagoda was complete, even if he couldn’t defeat an Immortal Realm expert, he could still escape with ease.

”Yang Mucheng, it’s time for this to end.”

”End? Without Meng Daoyi, what are you?”

Yang Mucheng sneered.

”Is that so?”

A derisive smile touched the corners of Ning Jiang’s lips. With a clench of his fist, a long banner appeared in his hand.

Thunderbolt flashed across it, brilliant and blinding.

”That’s...”

Yang Mucheng’s pupils shrank violently. How could he ever forget this item? It was the very thing Meng Daoyi had wielded when he stepped into the Star Sword Sect and forced them to bow their heads.

All at once, he understood.

That Meng Daoyi had always worn a mask, but weren’t his build and figure identical to Ning Jiang’s?

”You’re Meng—!”

Yang Mucheng cried out in alarm, but before he could finish his words, Ning Jiang waved the Celestial Thunder Banner, and a bolt of lightning surged forth.

RUMBLE!

A massive Thunderbolt descended, completely engulfing him.

When the Thunderbolt dissipated, Yang Mucheng’s body had vanished along with it.

The power of the Celestial Thunder Banner was comparable to that of an Earth Martial Realm expert; it was naturally not something Yang Mucheng could withstand.

After putting away the Celestial Thunder Banner, Ning Jiang descended from the clouds.

Within the Star Sword Sect, the great battle was still raging. Both sides had suffered casualties.

The only fortunate thing was that no Primordial Spirit Realm experts on Ning Jiang’s side had fallen yet, though several were severely injured.

Among them, Grand Elder Meng Nanfeng was gravely wounded.

”Hmph, you people dare to attack our Star Sword Sect? Once our Vice Sect Leader finishes off that brat, it will be the end for all of you.”

”So what if three Middle Grade Sects have joined forces? You’re still no match for us.”

Yue Wenfu, Lin Zhan, and Fang Xue were all locked in a bitter struggle, tied down by their opponents.

As an Upper Grade Sect, the Star Sword Sect had a profound foundation, with nearly twenty Primordial Spirit Fourth Tribulation Realm experts. If their Grand Elder hadn’t died, they would have had four God-Seizing Realm experts alone.

”The one who will die is Yang Mucheng!” Yue Wenfu said coldly.

”A joke. Ten of that brat combined wouldn’t be a match for our Vice Sect Leader,” someone from the Star Sword Sect sneered.

”Huh? Someone’s coming out.”

Just then, everyone looked up to see a figure stepping out as the clouds parted.

Upon seeing that figure, the faces of everyone from the Star Sword Sect instantly stiffened, a chill running through their bodies.

”Yang Mucheng is dead. Do you still intend to resist to the bitter end?”

An indifferent voice slowly echoed through the air.

In an instant, a dead silence fell over the entire Star Sword Sect.