Martial Arts Crossover: That night, Huang Rong descended from the sky.

Chapter 219: The Nameless Heavenly Sword, Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin

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At this moment, Li Ping and his group were already standing in front of the void, about a mile away.

Although the progress of the void is not fast, like a person jogging at the slowest pace—it is said that it used to be much faster, but now it is getting slower and slower—being too close still makes one fear that something unexpected might happen.

The world breaks apart here, and ahead lies only chaos, indistinguishable from left to right, east to west, past to present...

Time, space, matter, energy, causality, logic...

Everything in the known world is meaningless in the face of this nothingness!

Despair, fear, death...

Anyone who sees this emptiness will be overwhelmed with negative emotions like these.

That feeling is nauseating, makes you want to vomit, and even... makes you want to die!

It seems that death is a better choice than disappearing into this nothingness.

Chu Liuxiang sighed, "The closer we get to the border of the void, the more strange things happen, but they don't affect us much, so everyone doesn't need to be too nervous..."

Even though they were all martial arts masters, the closer they got to that void, the more they were shrouded in various negative emotions, with Li Ping being the most severely affected.

"Li Ping, what's wrong?"

Huang Rong looked at Li Ping and saw that Li Ping's face was pale and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Deep down, everyone was afraid, but none of them showed it as obviously as Li Ping, because they didn't share the same feelings as him.

Li Ping now felt as if he were being torn to pieces, skinned alive, and having his marrow drained; the unspeakable pain was beyond description.

But strangely enough, his spirit, consciousness, and body were all completely unharmed.

He seemed to hear a wail, an agonizing wail, like the death cry of a colossal creature...

Finally, Li Ping understood that what was wailing was—time.

Time is clearly just an abstract concept, but at this moment, in his perception, it felt like a living thing.

He could empathize with the pain of being dismembered or even eaten.

Even going back in time was useless; he didn't even know where this pain came from.

Seeing that Li Ping remained silent, Huang Rong became anxious. Su Ying quickly examined Li Ping, but could not find anything unusual.

Finally, Li Ping caught his breath and smiled: "It's okay, I'm just a coward, I've never seen anything like this before, I was scared."

Yeah, right. If you're a coward, then there's no one who's brave.

Huang Rong said firmly, "Let's go, let's leave this place."

Li Ping shook his head: "I'll get closer. You don't need to follow. Don't worry, you all know me. I'm not going to die, what's there to be afraid of?"

Just then, they suddenly heard a loud shout: "Tyrant! Di Xin, your end has come..."

A scene suddenly appeared before them.

It was a luxurious high platform with eighteen floors.

Golden glass pillars reflected the blood-red setting sun, and a person dressed in black armor stood in the center of the platform, with black energy surging around him like waves of ink.

A figure hovered in the sky, his white robes stained with blood, a sword held horizontally in front of him, its blade radiating dazzling golden light intertwined with constantly leaping lightning, crackling and whistling.

The man in black armor laughed wildly, and his dark energy shattered the jade railings inch by inch.

He suddenly waved his hand, unleashing a blade of energy that tore through the sky like a black dragon, heading straight for the white-robed man's heart.

Instead of retreating, the man in white advanced, unleashing a mysterious sword technique, his golden sword energy clashing head-on with the black demonic blade.

With a terrifying roar, the magnificent building collapsed and burst into flames.

The black-armored man's eyes flashed with ferocity. He raised his hand and waved, and dozens of black dragons shot towards him. It was clear that the white-clad man's body was being swallowed by the black energy.

But the man in white raised a shield with mysterious patterns flashing on it.

He soared through the sky, more graceful than the rainbow in the heavens...

Then the screen disappeared.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines. What was this?

What did we see?

They all looked at Chu Liuxiang, but Chu Liuxiang was just as bewildered as they were.

He rubbed his nose and said with a wry smile, "I've been here many times before, but I've never seen anything like this before."

"Before, there were only some sounds and some blurry images; it was never this clear."

Huang Rong said, "That man in white is called the man in black, and the man in black is dressed as an emperor. Could it be Di Xin? King Zhou of Shang, Di Xin..."

"Was martial arts capable of reaching this level in that era?"

Everyone was speechless.

That level of martial arts was a hundred times more terrifying than what Kumārajīva had previously displayed.

Is this really martial arts?

At this moment, Li Ping said, "It could be footage from the past, or footage from a branch of time..."

"There are no fragments of time, only individual images, so there's nothing to worry about."

They hadn't walked far when another scene suddenly appeared in front of them.

It was a gloomy hall, with ferocious beast patterns embedded in the dome and bronze pillars gleaming with a cold light.

Dozens of people were imprisoned in the hall, each of them resembling a martial arts master.

A man dressed in black iron armor stood in the hall, his body radiating a heavy bronze light.

The man clad in black iron armor shouted, "Nameless, you've lost all your power and are nothing but a cripple. How dare you block my way?"

"Today I will let you witness firsthand the martial arts world of the Central Plains..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man in black let out a clear whistle that shook the surrounding area.

Amidst the whistling sound, a sudden change occurred!

The broken swords perched on the corners of the palace, the sabers at the waists of the warriors, and even the long bronze nails nailed to the beams and pillars all broke free from their restraints and, like a swarm of bees flapping their wings, flew into the air.

Thousands of sharp blades hung around the man in black, some real swords and some mere sword energy.

In an instant, the sword intent soared into the sky, even cutting fine cracks into the animal patterns on the roof of the palace.

"All swords return to their origin..."

The man in black raised his hand, his fingertips flicking, and the countless sword blades instantly converged into a silver torrent, crashing down on the armored man like a celestial river pouring down...

The screen disappeared again, leaving everyone stunned.

Inviting Moon was utterly shocked: "Li Ping, is this the 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One' you mentioned before? Could this man be the Nameless One?"

Li Xing pressed his hand to his chest and coughed lightly twice: "Maybe."

Yaoyue was stunned: "His martial arts skills have actually reached this level..."

Li Ping laughed and said, "Different time tributaries might even have different laws. It's not that they are really smarter or more talented than us..."

"Listen to me, don't go any further."

Then, Li Ping strode forward.

Yaoyue tried to stop him, but Huang Rong held her back: "If he wants to go, let him go."

She looked at Li Ping's back and asked, "What are you trying to verify?"

As expected, I was right. Your true supernatural power is actually related to time!

What did you feel?

Li Ping finally stood before that void; before him, no one dared to get this close!

Amidst everyone's horrified gazes, Li Ping retreated in sync with the void, then reached one hand into that void...

The world depicted by Bai Ritianxia is all in "Wuxia: That Night, Huang Rong Descended from the Sky".