I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 488 The Defeat of the Heavenly Sword
The great swordsman has disappeared.

As he disappeared, the scene before Wuming's eyes changed rapidly once again.

In a daze, he found himself in a huge ice cellar.

Above the ice cellar, four large, elegant characters are carved: "Void Heaven Realm".

"nameless."

A faint, majestic voice suddenly rang out.

Upon hearing the sound, Wuming looked over and saw a huge figure sitting behind the ice. Just by sitting there, he gave people a feeling of unfathomable depth, like the sky or an abyss.

"You are a successor of the Sword Sect. Speaking of which, I was once a disciple of the Sword Sect and even served as its sect leader, learning the Sword Sect's secret technique—Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin. Today, I will use this Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin to test my skills against you, a successor of the Sword Sect."

Before Wuming could speak, the enormous figure sitting behind the ice suddenly waved his hand, and a series of cracking sounds immediately echoed within the ice cave, with cracks appearing on the solid ice.

Then, it shattered with a deafening roar.

These broken ice blocks did not fall; instead, they remained suspended in mid-air, their sharp ends aimed at Wuming, unleashing a torrent of sword energy.

In the nameless perception, every piece of solid ice is an incomparably sharp sword.

Now, countless "swords" are pointed at him.

Nameless remained silent, simply holding the Hero's Sword, quietly adjusting his breathing, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

He was also eager to see just how powerful the Sword Sect's Ten Thousand Swords Return to One technique would be in the hands of its former sect leader.

"go with!"

A soft drink.

Whoosh! !

A loud whistling sound filled the air.

Like rain pattering on banana leaves, rapid and dense.

Countless shards of ice transformed into countless sword shadows, their unparalleled sharpness filling every inch of space. The icy swords, as if blotting out the sky, roared out like lightning piercing the night, flying towards the nameless man like mercury spilling onto the ground.

"This 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One' seems to be lacking something."

Wuming murmured softly in a voice he could hear, and instead of responding with the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin technique, he raised his hand and used the move of concealing his identity.

The hero's sword in his hand instantly transformed into a halo of light, blocking his entire body.

The shards of ice crashed into the light wheel one after another, creating a series of loud "bang bang bang bang" explosions.

Centered on Wuming, the sounds of ice exploding were incessant, and the icy air currents swept outwards in all directions.

After an unknown amount of time, the halo formed by the sword light gradually dimmed, and Wuming's arms began to feel sore and weak.

Wuming knew very well that if he continued to be worn down like this, he would surely be defeated.

With a roar, he unleashed a burst of brilliant sword light from his Hero Sword, deflecting the incoming ice sword and gaining a brief respite.

In that brief moment of respite, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his entire body shot out like a sword, thrusting his Hero Sword towards the figure behind the ice.

There was no other way. Now that they were in an ice cellar, the ice swords were inexhaustible. The person behind the ice had an aura as mysterious as an abyss, and his inner strength was definitely much deeper than Wuming's.

Simply put, he can't afford to waste time.

So, to counter this move, instead of waiting to be killed, it's better to take the initiative and subdue the person who drew the sword.

"Haha, as expected of my descendant, you dare to draw your sword against 'Heaven'. Then take another move from me—Imperial Heavenly Thunder."

Boom!

Rumble!
The entire ice cellar was filled with lightning and thunder, as if only endless thunder was roaring.

After a while.

The scene before the nameless man, covered in blood, changed once again.

After two bloody battles, he was no longer at his peak and had even suffered severe injuries.

But both the battle with the great swordsman and the fight with that mysterious man gave him great inspiration, allowing his swordsmanship, which had remained stagnant for so long, to make further progress.

Therefore, even though he is injured now, he may still be able to fight.

Wuming adjusted his breathing and looked up.

The man opposite him held a Green Dragon Crescent Blade, was nine feet tall, had a two-foot-long beard, phoenix eyes, and silkworm eyebrows. He was handsome and imposing, almost exactly like Guan Yu.

The only difference between the two is that the person opposite her didn't have a ruddy complexion, but rather a fair and jade-like face.

But soon, the face of the man opposite, who looked just like Guan Yu, turned ruddy red, and a blood-red aura emanated from him.

At the same time, Wuming also sensed a blade intent.

An invincible sword intent!
It's as if the moment I draw my sword, all swordsmen in the world only need to bow down.

Under this unparalleled sword intent, even Wuming, a legend in the martial arts world, felt a sense of trembling.

This is a trembling that stems from fear.

There was no excitement, only the trembling of fear!

then.

There's no after that.

Because that cut was too fast.

It was as if it had transcended time and space, moving so fast that even Wuming couldn't see it clearly.

……

Before arriving at the Sword Worship Manor, everyone only saw Wuming enveloped by the light released by Tianku, and he disappeared without a trace.

Then, in just a few breaths...

The nameless figure was suddenly sent flying backward from the light released by the Heavenly Cry, bringing with it a burst of energy that knocked down countless trees. It flew dozens of feet before finally coming to a stop.

His breath was extremely weak. He used the Hero's Sword to support his body, kneeling on the ground with blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes still showed a look of horror, as if he was still in shock.

too strong!
Such an astonishing and extraordinary strike is simply not of human skill; it should never have appeared in the human world.

Speaking of which, the sword technique that the little girl from the Third Tong used earlier should have been derived from that peerless sword strike, but the power and speed between the two are worlds apart.

After a long while, Wuming stood up, looking weak, and said, "Brother Ying, if I'm not mistaken, that slash... was the 'Love of the City' from the Shocking Ranking, wasn't it?"

"Indeed, it is the 'Peerless Blade,' also known as the 'Love That Could Topple a City.'"

"To be defeated by such a single blow is not unjust." Wuming sighed, sat down on the ground, and began to regulate his breathing.

Ying Xun glanced at him and chuckled, "This is the blood of the Heavenly Sword; we can't waste it."

After saying this, he pointed his fingers as a sword, lifted it slightly, and blood floated up from the ground.

Then, with another stroke, the floating blood shot towards the direction of the sword pool.

After a while.

Buzz!
A series of excited, resonant sounds emanated from the sword pool.

Above the Sword Worship Manor, the towering sword formed from sword energy became even more solid, exuding a heroic spirit of "compassion for all living beings and selflessness in the face of death."

Then, the Hero Sword began to vibrate.

Its resounding roar caused the weapons within the Sword Worship Manor to vibrate as countless swords began to fly uncontrollably from their sheaths, twirling in mid-air before plunging straight into the ground, still trembling and swaying incessantly.

He looked just like an ordinary citizen who, upon seeing the emperor arrive, could only prostrate himself and kowtow repeatedly.

The disciples of Baijian Manor were stunned.

However, since they came from Baijian Manor, they naturally knew the reason.

This signifies the birth of a divine weapon.

Without a doubt, this divine weapon is even more powerful than the previous peerless sword.

After all, when the peerless sword was created, there was no extraordinary phenomenon of ten thousand swords submitting to it.

This scene is not unique to Baijian Manor.

It even affected the entire Central Plains, with countless weapons automatically breaking free from their masters' control and bowing towards the direction of the Sword Worship Manor.

In an instant, the martial arts world was in turmoil.

Almost everyone knew that a divine weapon was about to be unearthed at the Sword Worship Manor.

Ice Cave, the Void Realm.

The Void Heaven is the abode of "Heaven".

Only the "heaven" high above can dwell there.

Even the most beloved goddess, Luo Xian, could not cross the line without her orders, or she would face only one fate—death!

Behind that ice wall sat a mysterious and unfathomable figure.

It was none other than the self-proclaimed Indra, also known as Xu Fu, a sorcerer from a thousand years ago.

Suddenly, a power powerful enough to change the very fabric of the world surged into the void.

More accurately, it surged into Indra's body.

This force is vast and boundless, giving one a sense of having no beginning and no end.

If Ying Xun or the Demon Lord Bai Suzhen were here, they would recognize this power as the Heavenly-level Maha created by the God of Immortality.

"Hahaha... I have finally mastered the Heavenly-level Maha. With my nearly two thousand years of cultivation, plus the Maha Boundless, who in the world can be my opponent? In this world, I am invincible!"

Indra laughed heartily, his laughter like thunder, rolling endlessly through the void and causing wave after wave of mysterious fluctuations, shattering countless solid ice crystals.

"All of this is thanks to you, Nineteenth Prince, haha... Nineteenth Prince, once I unravel the secret within you, I will grant you eternal death."

Back then, during the battle between Ying Xun and the immortal god, Di Shitian sensed that Ying Xun had the upper hand and, fearing that he would be besieged by Bai Suzhen and Ying Xun, chose to flee decisively.

However, he did not escape very far.

After Ying Xun and the others left, he returned to the battlefield and found the immortal god who had been kicked off the cliff by Bai Suzhen.

Although that guy was on the verge of death, he ultimately did not die.

Indra saved the other party and obtained the cultivation method of the Heavenly Maha Boundless through his spiritual secrets. He also absorbed the remaining Maha Boundless power of the Immortal God through the Absorbing the Sea Sacred Heart Mantra.

Now, his Heavenly Maha Immeasurable has finally been perfected.

With his unparalleled cultivation and the power of the Great Void, Indra firmly believed that the so-called Ten Strong Warriors, the Demon Lord, and Ying Xun were nothing but ants.

Even Xiao Sanxiao, who has lived for over four thousand years, would not be his match.

Buzz!
Just then, sharp energy emanated from the Immovable Human Realm and the Free Realm like ripples on water.

Indra looked down, his gaze piercing through the ice, and saw the swaying, bowing weapons.

Then, following the mysterious energy, he looked around and his eyes lit up.

"Well done, Young Master Nineteen! You are truly my lucky star. You gifted me with a peerless divine skill before, and now, just after you emerged from seclusion, you have bestowed upon this old minister a peerless divine weapon. Hahaha, how wonderful! I will certainly leave you with a complete corpse."

Amidst the echoing laughter, Emperor Shitian stood up, his majestic voice resounding throughout the Immovable Human Realm: "By order of me, all disciples of the Heavenly Gate, prepare to besiege the Sword Worship Manor."

……

At this moment, in front of the Sword Worship Manor.

As Wuming gradually regulated his breathing, he opened his eyes, glanced at the sword shadow in the sky, and said with a wry smile, "My original intention was to come here to stop the birth of this divine weapon, but I did not expect that I would hasten its birth."

"How can things in this world always go as one wishes?"

Wuming paused for a moment, then stood up and looked at Ying Xun: "Was everything I experienced before the work of the Heavenly Cry?"

“That’s right.” Ying Xun nodded: “The Heavenly Cry records everything from ancient times to the present. I pulled you into the Heavenly Cry earlier and had you fight against three experts. Of course, that was just an illusory realm, based on the mind, not time travel.”

Not only can the Heavenly Cry reveal many secrets of the world, but after five years of research by Ying Xun, it can now also pull others into the Heavenly Cry, allowing them to be defeated by the masters of the past and present in the world of Fengyun.

Unfortunately, the power contained in the Heavenly Cry is limited; if the opponent is too strong, it cannot cause much damage.

It can defeat the opponent, but cannot kill them.

Anonymous is a good example.

Therefore, Ying Xun has recently been researching whether he can integrate his power into the Heavenly Cry.

“Brother Ying, your cultivation is already earth-shattering, and with the mysterious and unpredictable Heavenly Cry, I’m afraid there is no one in the world who can rival you. Why do you need to create another killing weapon?” Wuming looked in the direction of the Sword Pool and sighed.

“You’re wrong.” Ying Xun shook his head and smiled. “Brother Wuming, the Dimensional World is not as simple as you think. Besides the experts on the Shock Ranking, there are other powerful enemies that you can’t even imagine. After my divine weapon is born, I might release another Shock Ranking to broaden your horizons. Alright, this is not the place to talk. Let’s go into the manor and chat.”

"and many more!"

Just as Ying Xun was about to turn around, Wuming spoke up: "I have gained some insights from our three previous encounters, and I would like to ask Brother Ying for some guidance."

“Oh, interesting.” Ying Xun paused, then smiled and beckoned to Wuming: “Come on, let me see what you’ve figured out.”

Wuming's comprehension is beyond question; he reached the Heavenly Sword Realm at a very young age, a feat unmatched throughout history. Coupled with the twists and turns of his life, it is no exaggeration to say that he possesses profound knowledge. What he lacks is simply enlightenment.

It is precisely for this reason that he was able to continuously level up during the Great Calamity of the Ages without losing his divine status.

It's not surprising that he gained some insights after his previous encounters with three unparalleled masters.

But what intrigued Ying Xun was whether Wuming had made further progress and entered the Wutian Sword Realm.

"Brother Ying, watch out."

The nameless man held the Hero's Sword, thrusting it forward, a feeling of sorrow welling up within him.

As the sword was thrust out, layers upon layers of sword light intertwined and covered everything. The sorrow contained in the sword's momentum seemed capable of causing all things to wither and heaven and earth to grieve.

It was a sudden and inexplicable tragedy.

This move may not be the strongest among the nameless sword techniques he created, but it is definitely the most mysterious, because this move is not about the technique itself, nor about internal strength; it is about the grief in one's heart.

The greater the grief in one's heart, the greater the power of this sword strike.

The instant the sword was thrust out, Wuming's wrist twitched slightly, and the aura of the Heavenly Sword was instantly released.

This energy permeated an area of ​​ten feet in radius, transforming into a whirlwind that whipped up countless weeds and leaves.

These leaves and weeds, imbued with the aura of the Heavenly Sword, instantly floated up like swords.

Flowers, grass, and leaves are all swords; ten thousand swords are unleashed simultaneously, stabbing towards Ying Xun.

The move "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One" is a single strike that arrives first despite being struck later.

But that's not the most frightening thing; the most terrifying thing is the Hero's Sword in the Nameless One's hand.

Ying Xun waved his sleeve, which resembled a cloud hanging from the sky, blocking the swords made of flowers, grass, and leaves that first approached him.

At the same time, his eyes were brimming with the power of the Maha Boundless Eyes.

call out!
When Wuming, carrying the momentum of ten thousand swords returning to their origin, thrust forward, Ying Xun also used his eyes as swords to strike out twice.

If the nameless sword is a sword of emotion, a sword of sorrow.

Then Ying Xun's sword is the ultimate sword, the sword of destruction, capable of destroying everything without making a sound.

Two sword energies clashed in a spiral, one pointing directly at the Myriad Swords Return to Origin, while the other collided with the Hero Sword in the Nameless One's hand.

In the blink of an eye, the two sword energies collided countless times with the nameless Flying Flowers and Falling Leaves Sword and the Hero Sword.

Each clash is not only a battle of swords, but also a clash of sword intent between the two individuals.

It is clear that Wuming has some understanding of the Wutian Sword Realm, but Ying Xun has already entered the Wutian Sword Realm level.

The two were not at the same level in terms of swordsmanship, and Wuming's sword intent was naturally inferior to Ying Xun's.

When he was about ten feet away from Ying Xun, the nameless sword intent, filled with inexplicable grief, had been completely extinguished, and the nameless sword could no longer be thrust out.

At the same time, the flowers, grasses, and leaves that flew like swords also fell to the ground as if out of control, like a shower of falling flowers.

"you lose."

"I lost."

Wuming readily admitted his defeat and said with some emotion, "Everyone thinks that the Heavenly Sword Realm is the highest realm of swordsmanship, but they never expected that the Heavenly Sword Realm is not the end. What is that realm called?"

In the end, Wuming was clearly very curious.

"The Boundless Sword Realm, I named it myself."

"After Heavenly Sword comes Wutian, what a good name!"

Wuming smiled, stepped forward and grabbed Ying Xun's hand: "Come on, let's have a detailed talk."

(End of this chapter)