Sage of Humanity

The blood-colored light that swept in from the southeast of Soaring Dragon plunged into the Blood Sea without any pause, directly piercing through the sea and creating a vacuum zone.

Screams erupted as the vast Blood Sea suddenly contracted, revealing the figure of the ancient vampire. However, this elder of the Blood Race, who had been so arrogant only moments ago, now seemed to be severely injured. A gash in his waist and abdomen had his flesh rolling and blood pouring out, rendering his face pale and his eyes trembling.

"What is this thing?"

The ancient vampire was filled with disbelief.

Like Blood Owl, he was a strong cultivator of the Divine Sea Realm. Although his power was limited by this world and could only manifest the strength of the Peak Cloud River, he believed that nothing in a domain like Soaring Dragon could harm him with the profound foundation of the Divine Sea Realm.

This confidence was why he dared to intercept the blood-colored light.

Yet, to his utter surprise, he had just made his entrance and was already heavily injured. If he had not reacted quickly, he might have been killed.

How could such a dangerous being exist in this domain?

When he looked up, he finally saw the true form of the blood-colored light.

A saber!

A saber about one zhang and six chi long, looking as if it were cast from fresh blood. The blade was not smooth; every chi, there was a node slightly bulging. The blood-colored light flowed over the saber's body, menacing as if the saber had its own life, breathing in and out with the light.

During this breathing, an endless fierce aura rampantly filled the air.

And this saber, at this moment, was held by that tall and slender figure, whose cover armor seemed to blend seamlessly with the saber, forming a whole.

Even those who saw them for the first time could clearly tell that these two divine objects shared the same origin.

"Dragon Spine!" The ancient vampire was shocked, his face changing color. When he descended to this place, he only cared about mocking his old enemy Blood Owl and didn't pay much attention to the Dragon King Armor.

It wasn't until now, with the saber meeting his gaze, that the ancient vampire felt its profound mystery.

Within the tall, crimson figure, pure dragon's breath permeated, evidently crafted from a True Dragon's body. And the saber with its nodules was made from an entire Dragon Spine, the nodes simply the spine's own joints.

A blast echoed in his mind, and the ancient vampire's complexion drastically changed as he finally understood why Blood Owl had been defeated in such a domain.

"Dragon Spine Saber!"

Yuen Changcun, covered in wounds and desperately entangled with Blood Owl along with several fellow disciples, stole a glance at the blood-colored saber in Lu Ye's hand. Recognizing its match with the records in the academy, he instantly realized that this dangerous artifact had also emerged.

On the other side of the battlefield, Guang Jing chanted Buddhist scriptures with complicated expressions in his eyes.

The Dragon Throne had two pieces, one was the Dragon King Armor and the other was the Dragon Spine Saber. In the entire Soaring Dragon World, no more than ten people knew this secret. The world assumed that the Dragon Throne was the Dragon King Armor, which was a misconception.

Over two thousand years ago, when the Dragon Spine Saber emerged, it was sealed by the Vajra Temple of that era, up until today.

Now that the Dragon Spine Saber had appeared and was summoned at such a crucial moment, it was clear that the Dragon Throne had recognized its master!

Next to the altar, as soon as the saber was in hand, an endless and wild fierce aura powerfully filled the air.

If before, Lu Ye clad in the Dragon Throne seemed like a dragon in daze, half-asleep and half-awake, then the moment the Dragon Spine Saber was grasped, that dragon had completely awakened.

Members of the Blood Race who had just broken through the defenses of Soaring Dragon cultivators and pounced towards Lu Ye hadn't even reacted when they were hit with the almost tangible fierce aura.

It was like hitting an invisible wall; figures were hurled back even faster than they came.

The impact affected even the Soaring Dragon cultivators guarding Lu Ye.

In an instant, within a hundred zhang around the Dragon Throne, there was nothing left.

Relying solely on the power of the Dragon Throne, Lu Ye wasn't confident he could destroy the altar with one strike, which was why he hadn't made significant moves before—even as Huang Liang shouted himself hoarse, Lu Ye remained inactive.

He was waiting for the arrival of the Dragon Spine Saber!

And now, the moment had finally arrived.

With the saber in hand, everything felt different, as if he himself had become complete.

Lu Ye turned around and raised the Dragon Spine Saber high. He stimulated all his strength like mad. At that moment, he felt as if he were chosen by fate, as if the entire Soaring Dragon World stood behind him, backing him up.

The wind changed, the gathered clouds in the sky turned denser, and amidst the lightning and thunder, deafening claps sounded.

The raised saber resonated strangely with this piece of the world. Lu Ye knew it wasn't an illusion but a reality unfolding.

The Soaring Dragon World sensed that the outcome of this battle hinged on this moment and thus lent him its power without reservation.

Lu Ye's psyche rose boundlessly once again.

He felt an immense confidence emerging within him.

He could cut through anything! Everything in this world would shatter beneath this saber strike!

Countless eyes were fixed as the blood-colored saber swung down heavily toward the altar!

It's hard to describe the might of this saber.

When the saber fell, it was silent, but it seemed as if everything in the world had been cleaved apart.

The world paled, and all fell silent…

Sound, color, perception, all vanished without a trace, and every view reflected the unadorned simplicity of that single strike.

It seemed a mere instant, yet also like eons.

Boom...

When a loud bang sounded, a burst of blood-colored saber light suddenly exploded forth, cutting through the Blood Race's Bridging Altar. The altar, which appeared solid and impregnable, split in two as easily as a piece of tofu.

The momentum of the blood-colored saber light did not diminish as it shot straight into the sky, slashing toward the inclined Blood River below the Sky Ravine.

At this moment, a massive number of the Blood Race were still swarming out of the Sky Ravine, but when the saber light struck, no matter how profound their foundations, they dispersed like smoke in the wind.

The cascading Blood River completely evaporated under the might of this saber light.

The saber light plunged into the Sky Ravine, cutting into the Blood World itself.

Faintly, a muffled groan seemed to emanate from within the Blood World!

It was uncertain who had been injured by the saber light.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, leaving the blazing big sun high in the firmament.

When the dust settled, cultivators of both clans were unable to recover their senses for a long time, still immersed in the terrible power of that single strike. Before this moment, no one knew that someone in this world could wield such a strike.

The Sky Ravine was still there, but the strange presence emanating from it had become much fainter.

This undoubtedly indicated that the Blood World's reliance on the Soaring Dragon World had weakened.

"Kill the enemy!" A furious roar sounded, and it was Huang Liang who was the first to snap back to reality.

In a desperate situation, they saw light once more, and this time, it was indeed an undying light.

The altar was destroyed, the supporting Blood Race suffered heavy casualties under that strike; whether Soaring Dragon could hold on through the day depended on the upcoming fight.

Many Soaring Dragon cultivators roared and desperately charged toward the nearby Blood Race, utterly disregarding their own expenditure and injuries.

With the altar destroyed and their reinforcements cut off, the Blood Race finally fell into chaos. With the Blood World as their backing, they had been unscrupulous, but at this moment, they distinctly felt their connection with the Blood World growing extremely weak.

This was the fundamental reason for their panic.

In front of the altar, Lu Ye stood still, holding his saber.

That strike had not only drained his own strength but also emptied the spirit force accumulated in the spirit energy-storing ring on his hand.

He could even feel a significant waning of his own life force…

The Dragon Throne Saber was ferocious, and this ferocity was not only manifested in its power against enemies but also in its exploitation of the wielder.

Under normal circumstances, when a cultivator wields a Spiritual Artifact, it consumes the cultivator's own power. Once that power is exhausted, the artifact's might can no longer be unleashed.

But the Dragon Throne Saber was different. Even if the user's power ran dry, it would continue to draw upon anything it could, such as vitality, such as Psyche Force...

If Lu Ye had not been holding back before, conserving his strength, even if he could have unleashed that strike, he would surely have perished from depletion.

However, such a sacrifice was ultimately worthwhile.

The altar was destroyed, the Blood Race that came in support died or were injured in untold numbers, and the reliance of the Blood World had weakened…

The Soaring Dragon World now had the capital to confront the Blood Race.

Temporarily setting aside the benefits for the Soaring Dragon World, Lu Ye himself had numerous profound insights flooding his mind.

If he were to enter seclusion for contemplation at this moment, his saber skills would surely make considerable progress.

Furthermore, he perceived something even clearer.

This world… had its own will!

Perhaps that will was still nebulous, but it was indeed a will. He could distinctly feel that the entire world was lending its strength to him when he unleashed that strike.

Otherwise, his strike might have broken the altar, but it could not have possibly weakened the Blood World's hold on the Soaring Dragon.

It was the assistance from the Heaven and Earth's Will that gave that strike such terrifying might. To put it metaphorically, when Lu Ye swung that saber, it was as if an invisible figure stood behind him, gripping the Dragon Spine Saber with him and delivering that earthshaking strike.

And that invisible figure was the nascent will of this particular world.

Before this, Lu Ye had only some speculations about such bewildering phenomena.

But now, his speculation had been confirmed.

This revelation provided explanations for many things that he had previously found incomprehensible.

Such as the Heaven's Augury of the Nine Provinces…

If the Soaring Dragon's world had its own nebulous will, then what about the Nine Provinces? Heaven's Augury was ubiquitous, affecting the survival and cultivation of every cultivator in the Nine Provinces, and it even evolved into marvelous entities like merit and battle merit.

The will of the Nine Provinces' world must be much more mature than that of the Soaring Dragon. If one were to make a comparison, it would be like the difference between an adult and a fetus.

Refocusing his mind, Lu Ye looked up and saw the tragic battle scene between the cultivators of the two worlds.

Although he had shattered the altar and weakened the Blood World's attachment to the Soaring Dragon World, significantly delaying the Blood World's descent and leaving the Blood Race without the support of reinforcements, the current battle was far from over.