High above in the skies, the Forbidden Martial Array shattered like a mirror, scattering dazzling light everywhere. It was a breathtaking and radiant display.

For the righteous geniuses, it was a sight of immense relief.

The oppressive power suppressing their strength quickly dissipated, filling them with joy.

"Demons!" Han Yuanzhen slowly drew the long blade from his back, his expression turning icy cold.

The others mirrored his determination.

Were it not for the suppression of the array, aside from Sikong Wuque, these demonic geniuses would never have been their match.

Righteous cultivators have always outmatched demonic cultivators. With access to far greater resources, how could they not dominate?

"Now that our shackles are lifted, let us send them all to Nirvana." The red-haired Hui Kong clasped his hands together, his serene expression belying the icy chill in his gaze.

"The Buddha said: Return to the West." Black-haired Hui Ming grinned, his expression ferocious.

"Dammit!" The demonic cultivators' faces turned ashen.

It was all part of their plan, so why had it gone so horribly wrong?

The righteous side was already stronger, and had superior numbers.

Their group didn't even total thirty people.

If only Sikong Wuque could free himself, he might have a chance to reverse the situation.

But now, Sikong Wuque was like a clay Buddha crossing a river, barely able to save himself.

And waiting for him was a monstrous threat.

"Run!" Without hesitation, the demonic cultivators scattered like birds and beasts.

Survival was their only hope.

After all, only half a day remained until the exit from the Wild Sea reopened.

"Where do you think you're going?!" The righteous geniuses gave chase.

Having nearly been wiped out, how could they not seek vengeance?

In moments, the fleeing demonic cultivators were intercepted, and battles erupted.

In mid-air, Meng Changqing glanced at Crimson Sky in his hand.

After unleashing the earlier strike, Crimson Sky seemed deeply satisfied, its blade vibrating with joy.

Sword qi swirled around it, and a faint humanoid shape began to emerge.

Crimson Sky possessed its own spirit.

Through prolonged nurturing by sword intent, it could develop a true sword spirit.

And the Sword Dao Domain, a power even greater than sword intent, might signal its impending evolution.

At the same time, a wave of intense exhaustion swept over Meng Changqing, affecting both his body and mind.

As anticipated, the Martial Dao Domain was meant for Marquis-level cultivators.

Using it at the Life and Death Realm was pushing the limits. Thus, he could only unleash the Sword Twenty-Five once.

Any further attempts would be unsustainable.

But there was no need for more.

The Forbidden Martial Array was broken, and the demonic cultivators no longer posed a threat.

His three perfected intents were sufficient for the battles ahead.

Turning his gaze away from Crimson Sky, he focused on Sikong Wuque in the distance.

This opponent would be the final puzzle piece in solidifying his Unyielding Will!

"My master repeatedly warned me to be cautious of you," Sikong Wuque said, his expression gradually calming.

"Oh?" Meng Changqing smiled faintly.

"I'm just a mere leader of the Southern Region, hardly deserving of such attention from your sect's esteemed leaders."

As the foremost demonic sect, the Eternal Nether Sect's strength was undeniable.

Only the Holy Lands were stronger.

Meng Changqing considered himself a mere up-and-coming talent.

Why would such influential figures concern themselves with him?

"My master divined your fate. The result was void, indicating you defy the natural order.

"Now it seems your power truly transcends reason,"

Sikong Wuque replied.

"Divination, hmm." Meng Changqing raised an eyebrow.

In the cultivation world, some were skilled at divining fate and destiny.

Though not always accurate, they were often close enough.

"Although you've formed a Martial Dao Domain, your Life and Death Realm cultivation likely limits you to a single strike. Without the power of the domain, I might still have a chance," Sikong Wuque declared, his gaze steely with determination.

"Good." Meng Changqing's smile widened.

He feared nothing more than Sikong Wuque trying to flee.

To forge an Unyielding Will, he had to crush his opponents' spirits completely, to take their resolve as his own.

If Sikong Wuque ran, there would be no point.

"Come," Meng Changqing said, gripping his sword.

Behind him, his towering sword intent stood firm!

His palm and fist intents merged into it, further amplifying his power.

The sheer force of his aura made Sikong Wuque's confidence waver.

"Fight!" Sikong Wuque shook off his doubts, his mind entering a state of clarity.

Behind him, two intents surged forth: a tenfold fist intent and an eightfold spear intent!

"Eternal Nether Bloodline!" With a low growl, mystical black patterns emerged across Sikong Wuque's body, emanating an aura of unparalleled might.

Even his eightfold spear intent rose to tenfold.

"Bloodline power, is it?" Meng Changqing mused, activating his Observation Eye.

Basic Information:

【Name: Sikong Wuque】

【Race: Human】

【Cultivation: Life and Death Realm Ninth Level】

Attributes:

【Root Bone: First Grade】

【Comprehension: Exceptional】

【Bloodline: Eternal Nether Bloodline】

【Bloodline Skills: Nether God Reincarnation Codex: First Chapter, Nether Prison Limitless Art, Three Bows to the Nether Emperor…】

【Techniques: …】

"The Ether Nether Bloodline, huh."

Rarely spoken of, but with such a grandiose name, it was undoubtedly formidable.

Still, Meng Changqing cared little for bloodlines.

At most, they provided an edge in the early and middle stages of cultivation, allowing one to inherit ancestral power, skills, and secrets.

But in the later stages, bloodlines became a shackle, preventing one from forging a truly unique path to the pinnacle.

For most, reaching even their ancestors' heights was an accomplishment in itself.

Boom!

Sikong Wuque launched his attack, unleashing devastating strikes at Meng Changqing.

"Nether Prison Limitless: Annihilation God Fist!" A massive black fist hurtled downward.

"Impressive!"

Meng Changqing's eyes shone with excitement.

As expected of the demon faction's leader and a renowned powerhouse, just this one move could defeat any other genius present!

Boom!

The towering sword intent trembled, gathering immense power into the blade.

One slash obliterated everything!

The black fist shattered instantly.

The sweeping sword light sparkled like a meteor, vast as a galaxy, crushing Sikong Wuque beneath it!

The sheer sharpness of the attack disrupted Sikong Wuque's focus, forcing him to retreat.

Even so, he couldn't fully evade.

His right arm disintegrated, reduced to a cloud of blood mist!

The lingering sword intent made regeneration impossible.

"Come again!" Meng Changqing's excitement grew.

His aura surged, ready to embrace the final transformation of his invincible will!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Inches apart, their fists and swords clashed relentlessly.

Sikong Wuque was utterly overwhelmed.

The three perfected intents were already insurmountable.

Coupled with the Martial Dao Domain's enhancements, he had no chance.

Slash!

Meng Changqing's sword pierced Sikong Wuque's chest, shattering his body into a spray of blood mist!

But the mist quickly coalesced, forming Sikong Wuque's figure once more, though his face was now deathly pale.

"Interesting, you survived that," Meng Changqing said, his black hair billowing as his presence filled the battlefield.

He had expected that strike to kill Sikong Wuque outright.

Who knew his opponent could recover?

"It's the effect of the 'Nether God Reincarnation Codex!'" Dongmen Xiangzhong called out, his voice carrying over the battlefield.

"It's a protective technique granted by the Eternal Nether Sect. Sikong Wuque has only mastered the first chapter. The higher levels are far beyond a Life and Death Realm cultivator."

"Enough of your chatter!" Sikong Wuque glared at Dongmen Xiangzhong.

This guy had been running his mouth the entire time.

Did he really need to flaunt his knowledge?