Eternal Time and Space

Chapter 35: Four Swords Slaying

Where the crimson sword light passed, the stars were neatly sliced ​​apart; where the dark yellow sword light passed, the stars disappeared silently; where the bluish-black sword light passed, the stars were pierced through from the inside; where the pale sword light passed, the stars were devoured and merged, becoming part of the sword light.

In the blink of an eye, billions of stars turned into countless stardust, scattering like a star rain and merging into the sea of ​​stars.

Mo Yun's pupils contracted, and he dared not hold back in the slightest.

Within the Milky Way axis, a majestic celestial gate appeared, rising from the scroll, continuously expanding and growing taller, blocking Mo Yun's path at the critical moment.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!

Four sword lights slashed at Zhongtian Gate, and the cutting sound rang out again. The Zhuxian Sword Light slashed into Zhongtian Gate, cutting through the layers of space within it layer by layer; the Luxian Sword Light slashed into Zhongtian Gate, obliterating the spatial power flowing within it piece by piece; the Xianxian Sword Light slashed into Zhongtian Gate, and no matter how folded and disordered the space was, it could not escape its penetration; the Juexian Sword Light slashed into Zhongtian Gate, combining with the other three sword lights, transforming into a four-colored interwoven light of destruction.

Countless chaotic spaces were torn apart and shattered, but space is infinitely regenerated. When one layer is cut open, a new layer emerges from the depths of the void; when one piece is obliterated, a new piece is born from nothingness; when one is pierced, a new one folds over, deflecting the trajectory of the sword light.

The sound of cutting continued, but they could not get past Zhongtian Gate. Zhongtian Gate was like an endless corridor. The four sword lights kept advancing in the corridor, but they could never reach the end of the corridor.

Mo Yun looked at Ji Du and saw that the Ten Death Sword in Ji Du's hand had disappeared, replaced by four killing swords surrounding him.

Each of the four killing swords is engraved with an ancient sword name: Zhu, Lu, Xian, and Jue. The aura of the four swords intertwines, transforming into a killing intent that makes the entire star sea tremble.

Mo Yun saw the numbers of the heavens shifting in his eyes and quickly understood that these four killing swords were the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords, known as the most powerful killing swords in the primordial world. They were innate killing treasures.

The Zhuxian Sword is for slaying, the Luxian Sword is for killing, the Xianxian Sword is for catching, and the Juexian Sword is for uniting. When the four swords are combined, they can form the Zhuxian Sword Formation. Once the formation is complete, no one can survive.

Jidu looked at the Zhongtian Gate in front of Moyun with an indifferent expression. As an existence that surpassed the Great Luo Golden Immortal, it was normal for Moyun to possess a Primordial Treasure. Although Primordial Treasures were rare, they were not unattainable for those who had taken that step.

It's not surprising that he himself possesses the Four Swords of Zhuxian, Shenni has the God-Slaying Spear, Hongqing has the Five Banners of Heaven and Earth, and Moyun has a supreme innate treasure.

But Jidu was confident that even if Moyun possessed a supreme innate treasure, he was no match for the Four Swords of Zhuxian in his hands. The Four Swords of Zhuxian were supreme treasures of slaughter, weapons of destruction. In the way of slaughter, there was no supreme treasure in the primordial world that could compare with them.

Slaughter! Kill! Trample! Annihilate!

Four swords swept across the sky, and countless stars in the vast starry sea began to sway. Those ancient stars that had been operating for countless millennia trembled violently under the aura of the four swords of Zhuxian, and countless cracks appeared on their surfaces. Even the Sun Star and the Moon Star, the two most ancient stars in the primordial world, lost their light at this moment, like candles flickering in the wind.

Four swords slashed simultaneously.

Four beams of sword light flew out from the four killing swords, transforming into four infinitely expanding planes that stretched out in the void, encompassing everything in their path.

The four planes intertwine to form a vast three-dimensional space interwoven with four colors. Within this space, sword light, killing intent, and the end are omnipresent.

Mo Yun and Zhongtianmen were swallowed up into this space.

Four colors of sword light intertwined, forming a sword formation. Mo Yun looked at the world before him with a solemn expression.

This is a chaotic space, without up or down, left or right, without past or future, only four-colored sword light flowing in the void, everything is being cut, obliterated, pierced and devoured.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!

Mo Yun's expression was solemn, but there was no fear in his eyes.

The silver-white door frame, like two sharp blades cutting through chaos, forcefully pushed open the four-colored sword curtain; the lintel rose, pushing the top of the sword formation upwards; the doorposts expanded, and the surging tide of sword light was divided to both sides, like raging waves crashing against reefs.

The Zhongtian Gate continued to rise, becoming increasingly magnificent, with silvery light pouring out from its frame, like a cold moon rising over this land of carnage.

The sword formation began to tremble.

Spatial power surged from the Zhongtian Gate, and silver-white light patterns spread like ripples. When they touched the barrier of the sword formation, the barrier began to distort. The spacetime sealed by the four swords was like a crumpled piece of paper in front of this power, and was being slowly flattened by a pair of invisible hands.

The light of the Zhuxian Sword slashed down.

The crimson sword light was like a bloodline cutting through the universe, silent and without warning, only pure and extremely sharp.

The Zhuxian Sword does not sever Moyun's physical body or soul, but rather the connection between Moyun and heaven and earth, aiming to separate Moyun from existence and sever it completely.

A silvery-white light shone forth, and within the Zhongtian Gate, countless layers of space overlapped at the same instant, transforming into an invisible barrier.

The light of the Zhuxian Sword slashed into it, cutting layer upon layer of space into fragments. But as each layer of space shattered, a new space emerged from the fragments. Ten layers, a hundred layers, a thousand layers, ten thousand layers. The sword light cut deeper and deeper, but it moved further and further away from Moyun. It could only ever sever the space itself, while the space within Zhongtian Gate was endless.

The crimson sword light slashed wildly through the layered space, like a trapped beast in a maze, still sharp, but unable to touch Mo Yun.

Zhongtianmen restructured the direction, turning forward into a loop, ascent into descent, and breakthrough into entrapment. The light of the Zhuxian Sword was swirling in an endless corridor formed by space.

The light of the Immortal-Slaying Sword followed one after another.

The dark yellow sword light was like a sandstorm that swept across the sky, carrying the desolation of annihilation. Everything enveloped by this sword light would disappear from existence.

The sword light engulfed Zhongtianmen.

The space inside Zhongtianmen began to differentiate, and the dark yellow sword light was divided into countless fine light threads, each of which was introduced into an independent space.

These spaces are infinitesimally small, smaller than stardust; yet infinitely numerous, as numerous as the sands of the Ganges.

The light of the Immortal Slayer Sword can obliterate everything, but it cannot obliterate infinity.

A single filament of light obliterates a layer of space, and that layer of space disappears. But there are countless layers of space waiting for it, and each filament of light is trapped in its own layer of space.

The dim yellow light was diluted, consumed, and swallowed up in the infinite space, like a sandstorm falling into a bottomless abyss. Every grain of sand was falling, but the abyss could never be filled.

The light of the Immortal-Trapping Sword arrived silently.

The dark blue sword light was like a snake swimming out of nothingness, elusive and unpredictable. Cause and effect were reversed; the sword struck first, then struck. This was the Trapping Immortal Sword.

The sword light pierced through everything; the spatial maze could not trap the Immortal Trapping Sword Light, nor could the confused direction confuse it. The dark blue sword light appeared directly on Mo Yun's body.

But the moment Zhongtianmen sensed the sword light hitting him, Moyun's existence began to fold.