"What kind of sword is this?" Ding Xin's face was pale. In a moment of crisis, he disregarded everything, roared, gritted his teeth, bit his tongue, and spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood. This mouthful of blood was his cultivation essence, containing his lifespan and his cultivation. After spitting it out, his cultivation immediately dropped, and he would need to enter secluded cultivation for a very long time to recover.
Almost at the same moment he spat it out, the fresh blood instantly transformed into a crimson mist and was absorbed by the purple mist figure above his head. Immediately after, Ding Xin let out a soft cry.
"Purple Qi Comes from the East!" As his words echoed, the purple-robed figure above his head, which had its back to Meng Hao, slowly turned around in an instant. Its face was unclear, but a surge of purple light could be seen in its eyes!
The moment the purple light appeared, Meng Hao's entire body was violently shaken. A tidal wave of pain enveloped him. He suddenly retreated, spitting out seven or eight mouthfuls of fresh blood consecutively. His entire body rumbled, his consciousness blurred, and like a kite with a broken string, his body fell straight into the North Sea and sank deep below.
At the same time, the two wooden swords trembled. One of them had turned purple, and in an instant, it seemed to escape Meng Hao's control. It did not advance but instead reversed course and fell into the North Sea.
However, there were two wooden swords in total. Ding Xin, despite sacrificing his lifespan and reversing his cultivation to fully unleash his life-preserving technique, could only target one wooden sword. Although the second sword trembled, it remained as sharp and unstoppable as ever. In an instant, it pierced through everything and directly stabbed into Ding Xin's chest. After the sword, now stained with fresh blood, pierced through, it finally lost its spiritual power and fell into the North Sea.
Although the sword pierced through, it did not hit his heart. Instead, it was affected by the "Purple Qi Comes from the East," and Ding Xin managed to avoid the vital spot. Even so, he still let out a mournful and tragic cry, as fresh blood gushed from his chest and mouth.
His hair was disheveled, and his white robe had turned crimson. At this moment, Ding Xin's eyes were bloodshot, and he covered his chest with his right hand, roaring with extreme fury. Since he began his cultivation, even when fighting others, he had never been so severely injured. Now, in this remote Zhao State, which he disdained, and by a cultivator from a small nation, whom he looked down upon, he had been forced to use his life-preserving technique and had suffered such heavy injuries. At this moment, his eyes were gloomy as he looked down at the North Sea.
"Under my, Ding, 'Purple Qi Comes from the East,' you are already dead, but not chopping your corpse into pieces is not enough to punish your crime of daring to injure me!" Ding Xin's chest ached, and his cultivation and lifespan were further depleted by spitting out that mouthful of fresh blood. At this moment, he had fallen to the eighth layer of Condensation, his face pale, filled with extreme anger. He took out a medicinal pill and swallowed it, but his expression quickly changed. He looked down at the blood hole in his chest, a hint of fear appearing in his eyes.
"My spiritual power is actually rapidly dissipating from the wound created by this sword!" This was the first time Ding Xin had encountered such a phenomenon. At this moment, he took a deep breath, and in an instant, he became even more focused on the two wooden swords in Meng Hao's hands. He lowered his head, disregarding his injuries, and headed straight for the North Sea. His body instantly entered the water, wanting to find Meng Hao's corpse and the two wooden swords.
Deep within the North Sea, Meng Hao's body slowly sank. He gradually closed his eyes, his entire body motionless, as if dead. Ding Xin's Purple Qi from the East, especially when amplified by his lifespan and cultivation, though not as powerful as a Foundation Establishment strike, was still a peak Qi Condensation attack. For Meng Hao, at the eighth level of Qi Condensation, death was not surprising.
Now, apart from a faint, unwilling flame burning in his soul, his entire body was icy cold, likely unable to endure much longer. And when that flame extinguished, Meng Hao would forever cease to exist in this world.
His meridians were severed, his flesh and blood dim and lifeless, his Dantian Sea seemed to have withered...
But he was unwilling; he was unwilling to die like this. However, in the cultivation world, the strong prey on the weak, and this was not something the current Meng Hao could resist or fight against. The flame of life within him grew dimmer, gradually extinguishing as his body sank and as this silent world enveloped him.
A sigh emanated from within the North Sea, a sigh carrying immense desolation. As it echoed, ripples appeared in a deep lake within the North Sea. These ripples returned, gradually enveloping Meng Hao's body, causing his form to instantly emit a gentle radiance.
As the radiance spread, waves of spiritual energy from all directions in the North Sea surged forth, continuously pouring into Meng Hao's body, ceaselessly repairing his meridians. Strands of purple blood oozed from his seven orifices and pores, dissolving into the water.
The injuries caused by the Purple Qi from the East within his body were instantly and completely removed. In fact, even his previous injuries vanished. With the influx of North Sea spiritual energy, he quickly recovered to his normal state.
A loud sound resonated within his body; it was his meridians being fully cleared. His body, which had lost its vitality, now, in an instant, regained its life force at an unimaginable speed of regeneration.
His Dantian Sea, which had withered, now, amidst a sky-shattering roar and a massive influx of spiritual energy, once again filled with surging waves, even expanding outwards. Although his cultivation was previously only at the eighth level of Qi Condensation, it had now progressed significantly, even approaching the ninth level of Qi Condensation.
Within his Dantian Sea, the demon core pulsed, emitting waves of eerie light. With each surge of light, the demonic energy generated in Meng Hao's body from devouring the demon core was instantly absorbed by the demon core, making its radiance even more eerie.
Until Meng Hao opened his eyes.
In his calm gaze, there were no ripples, no panic, no surprise. Choosing to fight in the North Sea, Meng Hao had gambled this time that the North Sea Demon would lend a helping hand.
Meng Hao opened his eyes and slowly stood up. Beneath him was a clear lake, so clear that one could seemingly see its bottom. This place was originally a dark corner of the world, but at the bottom of the lake, there was a considerable amount of silver sand, emitting a faint glow that made the area appear somewhat ethereal.
In this hazy place, Meng Hao saw a boat.
The boat looked dilapidated, quietly submerged at the bottom of the lake. Looking at it, Meng Hao suddenly realized it was the very boat he had sailed across the sea years ago.