Chapter Three...

What’s more, Ji Ning was astonished, and even involuntarily began to incorporate some of the essence from the third chapter of the Five Treasures Sword Art into his Brightmoon Sword Art.

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A vast, dark world.

On the ten-thousand-foot throne, the God King lightly tapped the armrest with his left hand, the rhythmic thumping echoing through the dark world.

“Unexpectedly, this Ji Ning has stirred up trouble again, offering techniques of the Chaos Races. Fuxi even created a formation for him, and gave him a hundred thousand Celestial Immortals and ten million Loose Immortals.” The God King mused. “What exactly are these techniques? And what is the formation Fuxi created…”

Though his intelligence was formidable,

he could not obtain the detailed information on these techniques, nor could he uncover the formation Fuxi had created.

“It seems Ji Ning has created his sword art.”

“Hmm… Darklight Sword Ancestor’s assessment: quite extraordinary, the third level of sword force? This Ji Ning, sparring with some weaklings, actually reached the third level of sword force. Truly…” The God King shook his head. He himself had little study of the Dao of the Sword, but Darklight Sword Ancestor was an extremely fearsome existence in the camp of the Lord of All Things. Back in the Chaosworld of Nothingness, Darklight Sword Ancestor had been the strongest in the Dao of the Sword.

However, after the Chaosworld of Nothingness and the Pangu Chaosworld were destroyed and the Three Realms were born,

Darklight Sword Ancestor was somewhat inferior to Fuyou Daozu!

“This Ji Ning is formidable in heartforce, and now even in sword force. But it’s only the third level, nothing special.” The God King shook his head. “No threat.”

Then the God King set aside Ji Ning’s matters and turned his attention to other affairs.

He had to oversee the entire Lord of All Things; Ji Ning was indeed just a minor figure.

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The stone stele, the World Prison.

In the World Prison, two Primaltwin bodies were active—one dealing with a True God, the other with a female True Immortal.

“Hmm?”

Ji Ning, who had been focusing on comprehending sword arts, opened his eyes and looked down.

The floating bottles, gourds, bracelets, and other treasures around him were continuously releasing water, fire, wind, and lightning, assaulting the area below. At this moment, the opponent’s treasures were faintly trembling, their resistance weakening.

“Fifty-six years. She can’t hold out any longer.” Ji Ning felt anticipation. Perhaps from this female True Immortal, he could obtain techniques or treasures that would greatly aid him.

Ji Ning willed it.

Whoosh.

Instantly, the water, fire, wind, and lightning all flew back into the bottles, gourds, and other treasures. Everything returned to calm. Ji Ning did not want to accidentally burn her to ashes.

“Submit,” Ji Ning said, looking at the female True Immortal.

The female True Immortal also withdrew her treasures and gave Ji Ning a cold glare.

Sensing her resolve, Ji Ning could not help but sigh. “Why bother? You’ve been imprisoned here for endless ages. What does submitting to me amount to? All I need are some treasures and to obtain some techniques from your memories. It won’t affect your strength at all. In the future, you might even have a chance to get out.”

“Don’t dream,” the female True Immortal said coldly, looking at Ji Ning. “You weak little worm, don’t even think of making me, Shuijin, submit.”

“Jin Emperor?” Ji Ning was startled.

Ji Ning had searched the memories of Dongqun True Immortal, so he naturally recognized the famous True Gods and True Immortals of the Nine Directions Chaosworld. Because she was skin and bones, and he could not identify her soul aura, he only now learned her identity when she revealed her name. A domineering True Immortal, stronger than Dongqun True Immortal, known as the ‘Jin Emperor.’

“Jin Emperor…” The female True Immortal’s eyes held a trace of reminiscence. “All in the past, all in the past. The Nine Directions Chaosworld is destroyed; it’s all over.”

“Let me, Shuijin, submit? Submit to a weakling like you? Hahaha… hahaha…” The female True Immortal laughed wildly, a laugh tinged with bitterness.

Whoosh.

The female True Immortal vanished into thin air, her soul scattered.

Only the bitter laughter echoed through heaven and earth.

Seeing this, Ji Ning sighed. Knowing she was the ‘Jin Emperor,’ he understood that it was unlikely she would submit. In truth, which first-rate True Immortal was not extremely proud? Only after being imprisoned for several chaos cycles and worn down by torment might they submit. Yet there were still those who would rather die than submit!

Even so, Ji Ning would not hesitate.

He needed to gather enough power from the World Prison to survive the final tribulation, to rescue his wife, to ensure his daughter Mingyue could live happily and safely, and to let his master and the others live on. So, for these Chaos Races, Ji Ning offered them a path to life—submission. If they refused that path, then… they would die!