Chapter 15

"Grandpa Jiang, I'll take you to the capital to find a renowned doctor to treat your injuries!"

Jiang Zhong's face was pale, and his injuries were getting worse. Ling Dao was extremely worried. Even if returning to the capital would be dangerous, he couldn't afford to hesitate. After all, Jiang Zhong's life was at stake. If this continued, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Your Highness, there's no need. I know my own body well. No matter how skilled the doctor, they can't cure my injuries. Let's not waste time!"

All his internal organs were damaged. Jiang Zhong understood that he didn't have much time left. Returning to the capital to treat his injuries was out of the question; the capital was now the most dangerous place. With their current strength, even a single True Qi Realm martial artist could kill both of them.

"It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, Grandpa Jiang wouldn't be in this state. I'm useless, unable to even protect Grandpa Jiang!"

Ling Dao was extremely self-blaming. If not for protecting him, Jiang Zhong wouldn't be in this condition. It was all because of the countless sword auras in his body, which made his physical body weak. Otherwise, he should have already reached the True Qi Realm.

"Your Highness, what are you saying? If it weren't for the Prince, I would have died long ago in some desolate wilderness. Following the Prince for so many years, through countless battles, has been a glorious life. Even if I die, this life has been worth it.

Now that the Prince is still in the Heavenly Dragon Forbidden Area, I must protect Your Highness. It's my fault that you've suffered so much. If I were stronger, you wouldn't be in this state."

Watching Ling Dao grow up, Jiang Zhong had long considered him family. As the Prince of the Free and Easy King, Ling Dao should have been enjoying a life of luxury, not suffering like this. Ling Dao blamed himself, but how could Jiang Zhong not feel the same?

"Damn!"

Ling Dao was about to say more, but he suddenly stopped. Even Jiang Zhong noticed the change in Ling Dao. Jiang Zhong didn't know what had happened, but Ling Dao was very clear that this time, it was truly a matter of life and death.

"Clang, Clang"

Ling Dao's body emitted a clear sword sound. His already pale face became even paler, and the reflections of divine swords appeared in his eyes. For a long time, his body had been filled with countless sword auras, but they had formed a balance and didn't threaten his life. However, when he broke the Heavenly Martial Sword Array, many sword auras entered his body. These sword auras disrupted the balance, making the sword auras in his body go berserk.

"Rip!"

His clothes instantly turned into pieces. The intense pain made him gasp, and the veins on his forehead bulged. It was as if numerous swords were stirring wildly inside him, causing severe pain in his internal organs.

"Grandpa Jiang, move away! The sword auras in my body are out of control!"

As he spoke, Ling Dao ran away, hoping to get as far from Jiang Zhong as possible. His current situation was extremely dangerous, and he didn't want to drag Jiang Zhong into it. These sword auras came from the Divine Sword Mountain, with immense power. Even the head of the Heavenly Martial Sect, Wu Kuangyun, might not be able to withstand them, let alone Jiang Zhong.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Zhong followed behind Ling Dao, his face filled with worry. Ling Dao's sudden change caught him off guard, especially the sword auras, which seemed to come from the heavens, emitting a terrifying aura.

Around Ling Dao, a field of energy formed, with countless sword auras raging. The ground cracked, and towering ancient trees turned to dust. Powerful shockwaves surged in all directions. Jiang Zhong couldn't get close to Ling Dao and could only watch anxiously from a distance.

"Spurt"

A cut appeared on Ling Dao's body, and in a moment, his body was riddled with wounds. Each cut was a sword wound, caused by the sword auras inside him.

If this continued, Ling Dao would surely die. He had indeed broken the Heavenly Martial Sword Array, but it had brought him a catastrophic disaster. In his current state, the sword auras in his body were enough to tear him into countless pieces, leaving him beyond redemption.

"From the void, the One is born; from the One, the Two are born; from the Two, the Three are born; from the Three, all things are formed. Before the chaos was divided, the heavens and earth were in turmoil, vast and indistinct, no one could see clearly. It cannot be seen, it cannot be heard..."

A faint, ethereal voice echoed in Ling Dao's mind. The intense pain that had nearly driven him to the brink of collapse suddenly made him unusually calm. Even the pain in his body seemed to disappear.

"From the beginning of my cultivation, I had no equal among my peers. In adulthood, I became famous in all directions, and even the elders had to bow to me. After achieving success in cultivation, I suppressed the nine heavens and ten earths, sweeping through the three thousand great worlds! In my life, I have fought countless battles, and I have never lost a single one!

Under the sky, no one was my match. In my leisure time, I devoted all my efforts to creating new cultivation techniques. The Primal Chaos Immortal Slaying Technique, upon its creation, caused celestial phenomena, with the sun, moon, and stars raging, and the six directions trembling. This technique should not exist in the world!"

Ling Dao seemed to see a towering figure standing above the nine heavens, radiating an aura of supreme dominance. He couldn't see the face, only the back, which was so tall and majestic!

"Primal Chaos Immortal Slaying Technique!"

In his previous life, Ling Dao had obtained this technique, but he couldn't unlock it. When he was reborn, the Primal Chaos Immortal Slaying Technique had always been with him, though he didn't know it. He never expected that this time, he would gain a blessing from a disaster and unlock the Primal Chaos Immortal Slaying Technique.

Ancient characters, powerful and vigorous, exuded a primal aura. Ling Dao seemed to see an extremely ancient world, where the Kunpeng soared nine thousand miles, the divine dragon roamed the sky, the phoenix danced in the air, and the white tiger roared, shaking the eight directions...

"Thud, Thud, Thud"

Ling Dao's body emitted a series of dull sounds as the Primal Chaos Immortal Slaying Technique began to transform his physical body. It was as if giant hammers were continuously pounding his body, both inside and out. Each strike caused excruciating pain.

If it weren't for the strong will he had developed from enduring the pain of countless arrows piercing his heart day and night at the foot of the Divine Sword Mountain, he would have fainted long ago. If that happened, the Primal Chaos Immortal Slaying Technique would likely abandon him.

"The sword auras in my body are actually refining my physical body?"

To Ling Dao's delight, the sword auras that had tormented him for years were now refining his physical body and being absorbed by it. He couldn't help but want to laugh, a hearty, unrestrained laugh, as all the years of frustration were swept away!

From now on, the sea is vast for fish to leap, and the sky is high for birds to fly!