pjbooks Chapter 39: The Sword Returns to Heaven
Chapter 39: The Sword Returns to Heaven
This should be Jiang Chen's first time in the capital. Because he had never been before, he was delayed on the way, but fortunately, it seems that it is not too late.
Similarly, this was the first time I had seen the legendary apostles, but these apostles did not seem to be very strong.
"It's better to finish this quickly and go back," Jiang Chen thought to himself, and then a powerful pressure burst forth from his body!
It was as if the world had been muted.
The roaring, surging tide of apostles halted abruptly when it surrounded Jiang Chen within a kilometer radius. The five-meter-tall gray apostles hunched over, their claws digging deep into the ground, and low, fearful whimpers emanated from the cracks across their faces, like wild beasts facing their natural enemy, their very instinct to pounce suppressed.
The twenty-odd black giants, each thirty meters tall, froze in place. Their blood-red eyes were fixed on the tiny figure in the air. Their ice-armored bodies trembled uncontrollably, and black liquid seeping from the cracks dripped onto the ground, corroding it into sizzling pits. Yet, they no longer possessed the ferocity they had displayed when they shattered buildings.
The entire capital city fell into a deathly silence at this moment.
On the desolate plains north of the city, Shen Wanshan, Zhao Tiangang, and several others leaned on their weapons, panting heavily, forgetting even the pain of their wounds. They stared intently at the boy in the air, their hearts pounding wildly in their chests, almost bursting through their ribcage.
Shen Qingxue held the broken ice sword, her fingertips icy cold. She looked at the figure floating amidst the countless black ice flowers. He was wearing the most ordinary Jiangzhou Academy uniform, and he was just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, yet at this moment, she saw in him an indifference and majesty that transcended eternity.
In the live stream, the frantically scrolling chat stopped completely. Millions of viewers stared at the boy surrounded by countless apostles on the screen, forgetting even to breathe. Lin Xiaoyu's hand, holding her phone, froze in mid-air; tears still clung to her face, but she forgot to wipe them away.
Only the wind still howled across the wasteland, stirring up the black residue on the ground, and then silently dissipating when it came within a hundred meters of Jiang Chen.
"Noisy."
Jiang Chen finally spoke.
The sound was very soft, without any spiritual power, yet it clearly spread throughout the entire capital, penetrating every building and reaching the ears of everyone.
It wasn't the spiritual power of an awakened being, nor was it any kind of sound wave ability. The voice seemed to emanate from the heavens and earth themselves, resounding from the depths of everyone's soul, carrying an unquestionable, indifferent gaze that looked down upon all living beings.
Upon hearing those two words, the gray apostles let out even more mournful wails and retreated as if they had heard the most terrifying curse.
Jiang Chen lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over the densely packed tide of apostles below.
Having cultivated immortality for a thousand years, he had slain more ancient ferocious beasts than all these so-called apostles combined. He had seen the Kunpeng, which stretched for tens of thousands of miles, the Jiaolong, which could overturn rivers and seas, and the cosmic behemoth that could swallow an entire star field in one gulp.
Three hundred years ago, humanity was almost driven to extinction by these things, but only because they had not yet reached the threshold of true power and were trapped in the shackles of so-called "awakened talent".
Jiang Chen slowly raised his right hand.
There were no earth-shattering hand seals, no desperate roars, not even the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy. He simply raised his hand casually, his index and middle fingers joined together, and a faint, almost invisible glow emanated from the fingertips.
That was not ice, fire, thunder, or wind of this world, nor any known awakened attribute. It was true essence that had been refined over thousands of years, shattered the void, and ascended to the pinnacle of immortality. It was a power powerful enough to rewrite the rules of heaven and earth and reverse the cycle of life and death.
The moment the faint light appeared, the black ice flowers falling from the sky suddenly froze in mid-air.
It was as if time had been paused, with countless black ice crystals suspended between heaven and earth, motionless.
The next second, Jiang Chen's fingertip gently moved forward.
There were no explosions, no roars, and no dazzling light and shadow effects.
Only an invisible wave, starting from his fingertips, swept outwards in all directions.
Wherever the wave passed, everything was silently annihilated.
The gray apostles at the very front didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to the finest dust the moment the wave swept over them, leaving not a trace. It wasn't disintegration, it wasn't burning; it was utterly erased from existence itself.
One row, two rows, ten rows, a hundred rows...
The densely packed tide of gray apostles, like sand paintings being erased by the tide, vanished from the wasteland at a visible speed. They surged across half the capital, crushed countless buildings, and slaughtered thousands of lives, yet they couldn't even offer half a second of resistance before this invisible wave.
On the wasteland, the gray tide receded at an alarming speed, revealing the scorched, cracked ground beneath.
Next came those thirty-meter-tall black giants.
The giant at the very front let out a silent roar, swinging its massive fist, covered in ice armor, towards the wave. Its fist carried enough power to crush an entire residential building, but the moment it touched the invisible wave, its fist, arm, shoulder, torso... starting from its fingertips, turned to ashes inch by inch.
The whole process takes less than a second.
Its massive, thirty-meter-tall body, along with its blood-red giant eye, vanished completely into the wind, as if it had never existed.
The second statue, the third statue, the fourth statue!
Those black giants that the four great families had struggled to kill even one of, were now as fragile as paper, silently annihilated one after another in the waves. They didn't even have the chance to get within a hundred meters of Jiang Chen; they turned into dust just a hundred meters away.
More than twenty black giants vanished completely from the world in less than three breaths.
Seeing this scene, more apostles in the distance let out sharp roars that echoed throughout the heavens and earth!
A massive, dark tide of apostles swept in from all directions, hundreds of thousands of ferocious figures blotting out the sky, their stench causing the earth to tremble, their roars nearly shattering the entire airspace.
He stood alone before the raging tide, his expression unchanged. The moment he slightly raised his fingertips, the entire world behind him was suddenly cleaved open by a chilling silver light!
Countless gleaming sword blades suddenly appeared from the void, first as a few scattered points of light, then instantly transforming into a vast sea of swords—ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million, layer upon layer, densely covering the entire sky behind him, reaching the highest clouds and connecting to the vast earth below. The clear sound of swords clashing was like thunder rolling across the heavens, and unparalleled sword intent swept across the land, even tearing fine cracks into the surrounding space.
Before the apostle horde could reach him, he slightly raised his eyelashes and with a single thought fell.
The vast sea of swords behind them moved in response! Countless sword blades transformed into silver rainbows that tore through the sky and earth, shooting out at an extreme speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye. There were no extra sounds, only the sharp whistling of sharp blades cutting through the wind and the soft sound of flesh being sliced.
In the blink of an eye, the overwhelming tide of apostles, enough to destroy an entire city, was completely pierced and shredded by the countless sword shadows. Hundreds of thousands of ferocious figures didn't even have time to utter a complete scream before they were reduced to ashes in the unparalleled sword power, leaving not even a trace.
As the wind swept away the ashes, silence returned to the world. He still stood there, the sea of swords stretching across the sky behind him had not yet dissipated, like a cascading Milky Way, like divine soldiers arrayed in formation, its boundless sharpness illuminating the entire heavens, stretching as far as the eye could see.