It was a scene of unparalleled shock.
This was the power of suppression, the strength of rules themselves!
How could anyone possibly break free from it?
And yet, Meng Changqing not only resisted but also obliterated the suppressive power in his vicinity with overwhelming force.
"You!" For the first time, Sikong Wuque's expression changed.
He couldn't comprehend how this was happening!
Even the culmination of three perfected intents shouldn't have been able to withstand the power of the rules!
"Uncle Master!" Mo Xiaoyu's eyes sparkled with excitement, her adorable face lighting up.
Her Uncle Master was only pretending!
A true undefeated one. Who could suppress him?
"You were never suppressed from the start! You were pretending?" Sikong Wuque's expression turned dark as all the demonic prodigies around him surrounded Meng Changqing.
"You set the stage, and as the audience, I naturally waited to see you perform to the end," Meng Changqing replied with a faint smile.
"What's going on?" Sikong Wuque turned to the coffin-bearer beside him.
"The suppressive array is functioning as intended," the coffin-bearer confirmed.
The array was built on six withered Tri-Colored Silver Vein Grasses, drawing from the fractured rules of the Wild Sea.
The array remained operational, so there was no issue with it.
"How did you manage this?" Sikong Wuque turned back to Meng Changqing, a terrifying possibility forming in his mind, though he instantly dismissed it as absurd.
"You've already guessed, haven't you?" Meng Changqing smiled.
Hearing this, Sikong Wuque's pupils contracted. For the first time, disbelief broke through his calm demeanor.
"To ignore the suppressive power means that I possess equivalent strength to counter it!"
With that declaration, a torrential aura erupted from Meng Changqing.
His black hair danced wildly as an oppressive energy surged outward!
The heavens trembled, the earth quaked, and the sea roiled violently.
A towering sword of light shot up into the sky, resonating with the boundless ripples of energy that expanded outward and engulfed everything within a thousand miles.
In the blink of an eye, the surroundings transformed.
The sea and islands vanished, replaced by a world made entirely of swords.
"What is this…" Everyone was stunned, their jaws slack as they took in the scene — a desolate yet ancient land filled with countless swords.
Some swords were broken, others pristine.
Some loomed large, others were minuscule.
Everywhere they looked, there were swords.
Even sensing them was overwhelming, as if their very spirits were about to be sliced apart.
"This… can't be!" Sikong Wuque was shaken to his core.
For someone of his stature to display such raw disbelief was rare, yet he couldn't suppress his instinct to retreat.
He had considered the possibility of a Martial Dao Domain.
But such domains required one to reach the Marquis Realm at minimum!
A Life and Death Realm cultivator shouldn't even be capable of glimpsing it!
"This is… a Martial Dao Domain!" Dongmen Xiangzhong cried out, his face pale with disbelief.
He had seen True Domains before. His sect's elders wielded them.
The aura before him was unmistakable!
"A Martial Dao Domain?" Those nearby gasped in unison, shivers running down their spines.
The implication alone was staggering.
"No way! A Life and Death cultivator using a True Domain?!" Their minds rebelled against the absurdity of it, yet the evidence was undeniable.
"My heavens, is this man even human?" someone muttered, their skin crawling.
They had thought Meng Changqing's three perfected intents were the pinnacle of his power.
But to reveal a True Domain, this was beyond comprehension!
The Martial Dao Domain could negate the suppression of the rules.
Meng Changqing was now unrestrained and free to act.
The despair that had gripped the righteous faction moments before flipped entirely, hope surged as the tide of battle turned.
"Quick! Kill the righteous talents below!" Sikong Wuque shouted, his face darkening.
The Wild Sea could not be exited early, meaning most of them were doomed.
But they could still make the righteous side pay dearly!
"Decisive," Meng Changqing remarked, his gaze sharpening.
While most would have panicked and lost their composure, Sikong Wuque still made the optimal move under the circumstances.
It was a testament to his strength of mind as the future heir of the Eternal Nether Sect.
The demonic cultivators immediately turned their focus downward, their expressions grim.
Even in suppression, they could achieve something by eliminating their foes below.
"Shameless!" Those below fumed, helpless against the suppression.
"You cowards! Lift the array and fight us fair and square! I'll beat the crap out of you, then shove you back into it!" someone roared indignantly.
But at that moment, Meng Changqing's calm voice resounded.
"Sword… Twenty-Five."
The world trembled violently.
The countless swords embedded in the ground quaked as an overwhelming aura filled the air.
The demonic cultivators halted mid-flight, dread creeping into their hearts.
"What is this?" They froze.
"A True Domain Technique," Sikong Wuque muttered, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.
A high-tier Heavenly-grade technique that could only be activated using True Domain energy!
Even most Marquises couldn't use such techniques, as not all possessed True Domains.
"Impossible…" Sikong Wuque's heart sank.
A sword emerged from the boundless river of swordsmanship, radiant with profound truths of the Dao.
It radiated absolute authority, slicing through the heavens with unparalleled force.
The suppressive array shattered, broken apart by sheer, overwhelming power.