Chapter 2300: I hope you don't die too quickly.
Chapter 2300: I hope you don’t die too quickly.
Han Muye stood before him, a massive divine beast stepping forward unhurriedly.
Each step it took caused the surrounding mountains and stones to tremble and tumble down.
Its body was enormous, like a mountain, covered in golden scales that shimmered with a mystical brilliance.
Its eyes were like two bright stars, profound and full of power.
The gigantic Dragon Tail swung in the shadowy light, stirring up a strong current of air.
“Pixiu?”
Greedy, brutal, capable of hunting creatures from the Divine Realm.
This was one of the Myriad Spirit Heavenly Beasts within the Myriad Spirit Divine Abyss.
In the Divine Abyss, any strange divine beast or demon beast might thrive.
Han Muye held his three-foot-long sword, gazing intently at the divine beast before him.
He felt the prowess emanating from the Pixiu, an ancient power, formidable and mysterious.
No, it was a dimension!
This Pixiu, the power structure within its body, was not from this dimension at all!
A light shone from Han Muye’s eyes!
He finally understood why everything felt utterly different after arriving at the Divine Abyss—because here, without the Origin, without the life and Death Force of creation, everything seemed more real.
The power of the creator, could it be, not real enough?
“Roar!”
Without giving Han Muye a chance to ponder deeply, the Pixiu opened its mouth, and a ball of golden light smashed down upon him.
“Kill.”
With a low shout from Han Muye, his sword swung through the air, the crisscrossing sword light colliding with the Pixiu’s golden light, resulting in a deafening roar.
The golden light was tangible!
Han Muye’s sword light carried the might of a bolt of lightning. With every sword strike, it seemed as though he intended to tear apart the space before him.
Yet, even with such formidable sword power, he couldn’t breach the golden light protecting the Pixiu’s body.
Real, illusory, the sword in Han Muye’s hand seemed to be transforming.
The interweaving sword and golden lights created a magnificent tableau.
The sounds of the sword’s cry and thunderous roars echoed through the abyss, as if an ancient battle song was being played.
With each sword strike, Han Muye’s comprehension of his own swordsmanship deepened.
Doubt flashed in the eyes of the Pixiu beast as its body, initially immobile, began to slowly dodge the attacks.
“Haha, the Sword of Truth, so that’s how it is!”
Han Muye laughed heartily, the sword light in his hand suddenly condensed.
A brilliant sword light transformed into a meteor, slashing towards the Pixiu.
An irresistible sword Qi, carrying the sharp sound of cutting through the air, aimed directly at the Pixiu’s heart.
Seeing the sword light, the Pixiu’s eyes were filled with terror, and it turned to flee.
Regrettably, it was already too late.
“Boom—”
The sword light caught up to the Pixiu’s body, the converging sword light causing the darkened heavens and earth to seem on the verge of bursting into splendor.
Under this earth-shattering strike, the Pixiu’s body shook violently, and a deep sword mark appeared on the golden scales.
Blood spurted from the wound, staining the surrounding mountains and stones red.
“Roar—”
It let out a mournful cry, its massive body trembling under the sword light.
Afterward, it let out a mighty howl to the sky. Its whole body’s golden light dimmed in an instant, before it collapsed onto the ground.
When everything returned to calm, only Han Muye stood in the abyss, sword in hand.
His sword still bore the Pixiu’s blood, its tip pointing into the depths of the darkness.
His figure appeared so solitary and resilient in the depths of the abyss, like an eternal beacon of light.
“True…”
Raising his head, Han Muye’s gaze fell upon the mountainous body of the Pixiu.
It didn’t turn into a Bloodstone and no spiritual light dissipated; it lay there merely as a mass of flesh and blood.
Stepping forward, he used his sword to slice off a piece of flesh and brought it to his mouth.
The taste was bland, with a faint fishy scent, tough to tear and chew.
“This thing, it has to be roasted to eat.”
With a whisper, Han Muye’s eyes shone with endless radiance.
Since stepping into the Upper Plane, it had been countless years since he had seen demon beasts that could leave a physical body behind.
The bodies of those powerful demon beasts would all turn into Bloodstone, into origin power.
This was the result of power being so great that it underwent rebirth.
Now, at the bottom of the Myriad Spirit Divine Abyss where origin power could not be gathered, Han Muye tasted the true flavor of divine beast flesh for the first time.
Han Muye waved his hand, and a flame rose up.
But looking at the flame before him, a hint of astonishment flashed across his face.
The flame pressed onto the body of the Pixiu, yet there was not a single trace of scorching heat on its massive body.
The illusory flame could not burn the reality of heaven and earth!
In this place, origin power simply couldn’t manifest its strength.
His three-foot-long sword struck a nearby rock, and the immense collision ignited a fierce blaze on the rock, turning it instantly red-hot.
Han Muye cut off a piece of flesh and threw it onto the rock.
“Sizzle—”
The scent of searing meat wafted through the air.
It was a rich aroma that made one unable to stop, emitting a force both distinct from and the same as origin power.
Unable to wait, Han Muye placed a piece of meat into his mouth, and took a long breath in relief.
Exhilarating.
Satiated.
That was the feeling.
Only now did he truly sense the difference of the Divine Abyss from other places.
No wonder those Divine Realm Experts fought so desperately here.
After stepping past the Void-breaking Realm, they could all feel the emptiness and imperfection of origin power.
The flesh of divine beasts within the Divine Abyss could fill that void.
Han Muye could feel his own body’s craving for the meat, that potent sensation of compensating for a high-dimensional deficiency.
“Haha, someone here actually managed to kill a Pixiu divine beast.”
An excited voice sounded from afar.
“What a master, to have slain a divine beast like the Pixiu.”
On the other side, someone with a hearty laugh approached, landing in front of Han Muye.
Seeing the sword in Han Muye’s hand, the newcomer smiled and said, “Sword Dao Becoming a God?”
“Who was it last time, someone with a sword running three hundred million miles in the Divine Abyss being chased by two Heaven-Devouring Beasts?”
The man was dressed in green armor, appeared to be in his forties, and had a tall and sturdy figure.
He carried a long saber on his back, and without further ado, he took the saber and cut a piece from the Pixiu’s body Han Muye had opened, then brought it to his mouth for a lick, his face revealing a hint of intoxication.
“Yes, that’s the flavor.”
He gripped the saber in his hand tighter, and an ash-green aura flowed along the blade.
The saber became red-hot in an instant, cooking the meat thoroughly, releasing an alluring fragrance.
Han Muye didn’t pay him any mind, cutting another piece of meat himself and placing it on the rock to roast.
By now, another man in a black robe, tall and thin, had already approached the Pixiu, his face showing a bit of greed.
But upon seeing the green-armored man, the old man’s expression changed, and he quickly turned to leave.
“You recognize me?” the green-armored man asked calmly, looking up.
“I don’t,” the man in the black robe said softly, as he sprinted away.
No sooner had he dashed a hundred yards away than the green-armored man clutching his saber let out a hearty laugh and charged out.
His figure was accompanied by an Illusory Gang Wind, landing directly behind the man in the black robe, then he brought down his saber with a slash.
The man in the black robe screamed in agony as his entire body turned into pale-golden runes and dispersed.
“Another invader from the Mystic Spirit Realm,” muttered the green-armored man, as he casually grabbed a golden token and gathered the dispersed runes, then turned around, stunned.
Han Muye and the golden body of the Pixiu had vanished without a trace.
It was as if they had never been there.
“Interesting to encounter such in the void creatures,” he said.
“I hope you don’t die too quickly.”
The green-armored man chuckled lightly, his body turning into golden Floating Light and dissipating on the spot.