Birth of the Demonic Sword

Sword Saint continued to inspect the environment without showing any fear. He seemed confused, but no other intense emotion appeared on his face.

"The light and the lightning bolts are the enemies!" Noah shouted. "We are trying to find a way out of this place. Help us clear the way!"

Noah didn't have time to explain the entirety of the situation. He limited himself to give brief instructions in the hope that Sword Saint would follow them immediately.

The expert lowered his eyebrows and scratched his head. His face still moved among the environment, but he eventually nodded.

Sword Saint lifted two fingers before waving his hand toward Divine Demon. A wave of sharpness shot out of his figure and cut every cracking figure on its path. The light on the way also shattered as the expert's attack cleared a large area on Divine Demon's right.

Everyone could clearly sense Sword Saint's cultivation level at that point. The environment didn't allow them to inspect the expert, but the recent attack removed every doubt about the matter.

'He reached the solid stage in these years,' Noah noted in his mind after inspecting the amount of power contained in the sharp attack. 'He even seems past the halfway mark.'

Noah couldn't help but feel happy about Sword Saint's improvements. The expert wasn't only a friend that had helped him sharpening his sword arts. He was also a valuable asset forced to help the army now.

Sword Saint crouched before transforming into a wave of sharp energy that made him reach Noah's position in an instant. The expert regained his previous shape there, and he couldn't hold back from questioning Noah.

"What is this place?" Sword Saint asked while waving his fingers to destroy a series of crackling figures that had appeared on his side.

Noah used that chance to send a wave of fiery dark matter in that spot. The explosion of his higher energy granted him many nutrients since no crackling figure was in the area.

"Heaven and Earth have trapped us somewhere," Noah explained as his body healed. "Where is the surface? Tell me that Divine Demon is leading us in the right direction."

Noah obviously believed that Sword Saint knew where that place was. After all, the expert had managed to teleport as soon as the flare activated.

"How would I know?" Sword Saint replied and left Noah dumbfounded.

"You just teleported here!" Noah complained before placing his swords on his forehead and unleashing a massive singularity toward enemies that had appeared on his side.

"That has nothing to do with this place," Sword Saint snorted. "I can exist where my sharpness thrives. It's something that goes beyond space. I actually have you to thank for this ability."

Noah felt surprised again, and his mind quickly tried to study Sword Saint's words. His eyes also inspected his figure and cultivation level to learn more about the expert. It seemed that his existence had stepped in the same state as Great Builder and Supreme Thief.

'His law is already past common reason,' Noah thought. 'It's starting to become a world capable of existing past space and death.'

"Do you have another piece of your existence somewhere on the surface?" Noah quickly asked.

"Of course," Sword Saint replied, but he immediately shattered Noah's hopes, "But I can't carry any of you. It's not a proper teleport or dimensional passage. I stop existing in one place to reappear in another."

Countless thoughts ran through Noah's mind. His complete knowledge about laws and higher existences surged through his mental sphere in the hope of finding a way to exploit that power. However, he couldn't find anything worthy of consideration.

Sword Saint's ability could only work for him since it didn't involve the laws of the world. It existed only for the expert.

"Will you bail on us once the situation gets troublesome?" Noah eventually asked as the duo continued to take care of any crackling figures that appeared around them.

"I have a debt to pay," Sword Saint revealed. "You have removed bottlenecks that have kept me in the liquid stage for years. Bailing on you isn't an option."

"Are you willing to die with us?" Noah asked in a surprised tone.

"You gave me this power," Sword Saint honestly replied. "What's the use of my current level if I can't help my benefactor? What would be the point to cultivation at all?"

Noah didn't expect Sword Saint to be so direct, but it fitted his character. The expert had spent his entire life trying to sharpen his sword arts. He was a blade that couldn't allow lies to taint its edge.

"What do you suggest then?" Noah asked while alternating singularities with detonations of fiery dark matter.

"Do you think he knows where he is going?" Sword Saint asked while pointing toward Divine Demon.

Noah moved his attention to Divine Demon. The cultivator was filling his surroundings with dark-blue energy. He had transformed into a dark comet that pierced the whiteness while absorbing its energy.

"I'm not sure "know" is the right verb," Noah laughed while revealing a complex expression, "But he is our best bet. I'll be out of options if this plan fails."

"Let's not make it fail then," Sword Saint laughed before his aura converged in his right palm to give birth to a blade. "I'll take the right side. Do you still remember how to do it?"

Sword Saint withdrew his blade and revealed a challenging smile toward Noah. The latter couldn't help but smile at that sight and imitate the technique.

Noah withdrew his swords and turned toward the left side of the battlefield. His ambition seemed to intensify when it touched Sword Saint's aura. The sharpness unleashed by both experts fused as they released their attack at the same time.

Two waves of sharp energy shot out of the army behind Divine Demon. They pierced the whiteness that tried to near them and killed countless crackling figures in its insides.

The attacks flew far past Divine Demon. They cleared a path before the expert could even begin to affect those laws and ensured a short moment of peace for the entire army.

"I see you have yet to evolve the nature of your attacks," Sword Saint commented.

"I have been busy," Noah snorted. "It's not a simple matter of techniques. I need features that you threw away years ago."

"There is only sharpness on my path," Sword Saint shouted before exploding in a loud laugh and snapping his fingers.

His gesture released sharp soundwaves in every direction. The attacks crashed on the whiteness and forced it to retreat.

Sword Saint's offensive wasn't over. He waved his hands, stomped his feet, rotated his waist, tilted his head, and blinked his eyes. Each of those actions released waves of sharp energy in every direction, and the light could only crumble against them.

"I am the embodiment of the sword!" Sword Saint shouted while lifting his head. "Can you hear me, Heaven and Earth? I exist to cut everything you have created. Let's see what this trap hides!"

Sword Saint was dancing while flying together with the army. His moves launched countless slashes that could match Noah's empowered attacks. He was a storm of sharpness, a fury that nothing seemed able to oppose.