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"Is this the Southern Region? It seems that the ancient Teleportation Array mentioned by Father can indeed be used." A Brute, dressed in rags, looked at the distant city with a somewhat excited expression.
"The genius of the Southern Region, and the Trial Sword Tower of the Southern Region, I, Situ Kong, must witness a competition here." After saying this, he laughed heartily and walked towards the city.
This person is Situ Kong. After hearing about Ren Pingsheng's experiences, he had always wanted to come to the Southern Region to gain some Experience. However, he encountered the Rising Dragon Conference. After returning, he tried to break through in seclusion but unfortunately had no success. Eventually, he persuaded his Father to let him go out for Experience, arriving in the Southern Region through a hidden ancient Teleportation Array.
At the edge of the Eastern Region, a figure looked into the distance with a somewhat regretful expression. It seemed as if something had not gone as desired.
"What a pity, I am leaving the Eastern Region after nine years today. I originally wanted to see you one more time to repay your kindness for gifting me the Thunder Pearl last time. I believe you will be fine; even Spatial Turbulence may not be able to trap you. We will meet again in the Central Domain!"
This person is Leizhen, whom Ren Pingsheng knows. After coming out from Azure Mist Mountain, they parted ways. At that time, he mentioned that he would spend some time in the Eastern Region before entering the Central Domain; now it seems he is preparing to leave. It was unexpected that nine years had passed in the blink of an eye.
From when they parted ways until now, it has been four years since Ren Pingsheng participated in the Rising Dragon Conference. In this Abyss of Demons, Ren Pingsheng has already spent nearly five years.
It seems he is destined to have a connection with the Abyss of Demons. The first time he fell into this Abyss of Demons, he stayed for five years before finally finding an opportunity to leave. This second time, he has also been here for almost five years.
Unfortunately, he remains unconscious in the Abyss of Demons, showing no signs of waking up. The surrounding Demon Corpses are piled high, most being Demons of Demon Sect cultivation, with a small number being Demon Kings. Yet even this small number exceeds one hundred. There are even two whose presence appears more terrifying; they are Demons of Demon Emperor cultivation.
Beside him are thirty gray small swords; now only one remains. This one can no longer be called a small sword because it resembles a true Longsword, nearly three feet long—three times its previous length. The other gray-white small swords have all disappeared.
The reason for this is due to those two Demon Emperor Demons; the battle was too fierce. Just as Ren Pingsheng was about to be attacked and unable to withstand it any longer, the other gray-white small swords automatically dissipated and merged into the last one, resulting in the current gray-white Longsword.
This gray-white Longsword is incredibly terrifying; with one strike, its Killing Power surged dramatically, subtly carrying a mysterious fluctuation that directly dealt with those two Demon Emperor Demons who arrived one after another.
At this moment in the Slaughter Space, Ren Pingsheng faced the Intimidation of a six-thousand-foot tall Demon. The previously three-thousand-foot tall Demon had already been defeated by him. His Sword Momentum could already persist for a moment within it. Now facing the Intimidation of a six-thousand-foot tall Demon, his Sword Momentum spread wildly like spring grass.
Initially just separating from his body slowly releasing to three feet away, then extending to ten feet and finally expanding to thirty feet; at this point further expansion would still be possible but would take more time. So every time it reached ten feet away, Ren Pingsheng would stop and continuously refine this ten-foot Sword Momentum so that it could endure for a long time.
Finally, under the Intimidation of the six-thousand-foot tall Demon, Ren Pingsheng held on until his final opponent transformed into a nine-thousand-foot tall Demon.
After a difficult struggle, under the Intimidation of the Demon of Nine Thousand Zhang, he spent an unknown amount of time, and even approached a breakthrough in the fifth layer of the Soul Refinement Technique, finally achieving his previous results.
"Almost there, I can feel the transformation of Sword Momentum, just a little more. I need an opponent, I need an opponent." Ren Pingsheng suddenly opened his eyes and shouted. At this moment, after undergoing numerous refinements, Sword Momentum had transformed significantly, with only a final touch needed to complete its metamorphosis.
"Roar..." The Demon of Nine Thousand Zhang let out a loud roar, increasing in size once again. However, this time it seemed to grow only slightly, by less than a thousand zhang. To be precise, it was just nine hundred ninety-nine zhang. Now, the Demon had transformed into Nine Thousand Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Zhang.
The terrifying Intimidation swept over him, making it feel as if the entire world was about to collapse. Ren Pingsheng's vision blurred, and he nearly fainted.
"Haha, this feeling is what will ensure the success of the final transformation." Once he regained his composure, he chuckled and began refining Sword Momentum again. This time it was much more difficult; it would take at least twice as long to adapt to this environment.
When his Sword Momentum finally stabilized at ten zhang, he felt it begin to fluctuate continuously, as if undergoing a violent transformation. Just as he was filled with joy, believing all his efforts were not in vain, the Nine Thousand Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Zhang Demon suddenly roared and slapped down.
"Damn it, what's happening?" Ren Pingsheng's expression changed. As Sword Momentum moved, it instantly transformed into dozens of sharp swords that flashed past and slashed at the enormous hand blocking the sky.
"Boom..." A deafening roar echoed as the massive hand was pierced with several large holes. The grayish-white Killing Power spilled out; instead of dissipating, it transformed into individual Demons that surged toward him.
"Kill!" Dozens of sharp swords flew around him, scattering the incoming Demons one by one. With each Demon defeated, a wisp of grayish-white Killing Power merged into Sword Momentum. The Sword Momentum that was already transforming began to undergo inexplicable changes.
Although the attack from the Nine Thousand Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Zhang Demon was fierce, its movements were too slow. Ren Pingsheng's dozens of sharp swords continuously struck it down, causing countless Demons to fall. Among them were those with varying levels of cultivation; some high-ranking Demons from the Demon Sect were even close to the level of Demon Kings.
Ren Pingsheng gradually found himself trapped in an endless Battle, similar to his previous frenzied state. The difference was that he now had clear consciousness.
However, as he killed more and more Demons and absorbed more Killing Power into Sword Momentum, his emotions began to be affected. His surroundings seemed to be slowly stained with Blood as he saw countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood. At that moment, only one thought filled his mind: Slaughter.
The Demons pouring in continued to fall beneath his sword. To him now, these Demons were no longer Demons but living humans. Listening to their wails and screams and watching Blood splatter everywhere filled him with an indescribable excitement.
"No! I can't sink into this! Otherwise, I'll end up like that Second Boy I saw before, consumed by Slaughter. I need to wake up!" Ren Pingsheng still retained a sliver of awareness as he struggled endlessly in the boundless darkness.
At this moment, he realized that the two boys he had seen before must have experienced similar situations. In this endless Slaughter, the first boy persevered and comprehended his own Slaughter Sword Intent. The Second Boy also sank into it but only partially grasped Slaughter Sword Intent; ultimately, he was consumed by Slaughter.
"I am who I am! Whether it's Slaughter or destruction, neither can make me sink." Ren Pingsheng roared defiantly. He held onto his inner self; even buried in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he would not give up the last shred of his rationality.
He knew that once he gave up, the end would surely be devoured by Slaughter. In that case, what was the meaning of comprehending the Slaughter Sword Intent? It would be better to understand the ordinary Sword Intent, as it was quicker and safer. Perhaps this was the price one had to pay for comprehending those supreme Sword Intents.
Gradually, the surroundings left behind not only a river of Blood but also pure Killing Power, continuously flowing into Ren Pingsheng's body, merging into his Sword Momentum. This caused his Sword Momentum to undergo constant transformation, beginning to exceed the Sword Momentum itself and evolving into something entirely new.
"Slaughter? Although I cannot immerse myself in Slaughter, I must understand its cruelty and truth; only then can I truly comprehend and master the Slaughter Sword Intent." Ren Pingsheng thought about these things while battling in the Space of Killing Heart.
"Slaughter! Anyone who obstructs my path to cultivation, kill! Anyone who harbors murderous intent towards me, kill! Anyone who makes a move against me with the intent to kill me, kill! Anyone I deem should be killed, kill!"
"My life shall be spent in Slaughter and Blood, but it will not end in Slaughter and Blood!" Ren Pingsheng whispered as he danced wildly with the Windscar Sword amidst the splattering Blood. At this moment, the Demons were no longer Demons; many had transformed into people he recognized, people he was familiar with.
Yet these individuals still fell one by one beneath his sword. He did not show mercy simply because they were familiar faces or hesitate to act as an Assassin.
Because he understood that cultivation was a solitary journey. There may be friends along the way, but they might not accompany you until the end. Those who truly care for you will not hinder your pursuit. Therefore, he had no hesitation towards these people.
"Crush them! You cannot stop me. My Slaughter is mine to control; as long as I wish to kill all in this world, so be it. If I do not wish to, no one can force me. Sword Momentum, break through for me!" Covered in Blood, Ren Pingsheng swept his Windscar Sword, unleashing countless Sword Qi.
However, within these Sword Qi was a unique charm; each strike emanated waves of Killing Power. Initially weak, the Killing Power within the Sword Momentum gradually grew stronger. The Sword Momentum within hundreds of feet completely boiled over as Slaughter Sword Qi danced wildly. Everything in between was obliterated.
Suddenly, this hundreds of feet of Sword Momentum began to tremble violently. As it shook, it surprisingly started to shrink slowly; from hundreds of feet away, it halved in an instant. After a few breaths, only a ten-foot range remained.
This was not the end; this ten-foot Sword Momentum continued to vibrate violently. The buzzing sound persisted for several minutes before shattering like glass falling to the ground. Then those shards flickered and all merged into Ren Pingsheng's body, disappearing without a trace.
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