Daqin Zhentiansi

A surge of anger, stemming from being utterly humiliated and slighted, instantly overwhelmed Lei Xiao and Li Jue's reason!

"Insanity!"

"Leave your sword behind!"

The two roared, unleashing an unprecedented killing intent!
At this moment, differences between sects and personal grudges were replaced by a shared hatred of the enemy!

Deal with this arrogant outsider who treats them like dirt!
Lei Xiao was surrounded by purple lightning, and his spiritual sword pointed straight at the sky.

The lightning clouds gathered into a giant lightning sword aura ten times more terrifying than before, and crashed down like a divine sword of divine punishment!
The sword's aura enveloped the entire skeletal platform, its power enough to cleave mountains in two!

Li Jue's face was contorted with rage as his hands moved in a series of hand seals.

Hundreds of golden runes instantly condensed into nine ferocious, roaring golden dragons, spewing out space-tearing energy from their mouths as they lunged at Wu Daoling from all directions!
Each golden dragon contains terrifying power to seal, cut, and explode; its trajectory is cunning and ruthless, making it impossible to avoid!
This attack was a powerful combined strike unleashed by the two men with hatred in their hearts. Its force shook the entire rift valley, and even the spectators on the distant cliffs paled and retreated.

"They held back!"

"This is the real killer move—"

A chorus of exclamations erupted from the surrounding area.

Faced with this terrifying combined attack, which was enough to severely injure even a peak Tongyou Realm expert or threaten a newly entered Dao Asking Realm expert, Wu Daoling didn't even lift an eyelid.

He simply moved his wrist.

He casually drew a semicircle with the seemingly ordinary "Flowing Cloud" sword in his hand.

There was no earth-shattering burst of sword light.

There were no destructive energy fluctuations.

Only one pure and extreme rule of speed is instantly triggered, distorted, and then released!
An arc, almost invisible to the naked eye, lit up, like a thin wound torn open in the void itself.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

"Boom! Boom! Crack!"

The terrifying giant sword of purple lightning shattered and vanished like fragile glass the moment it touched the arc!
The nine golden dragons with their grotesque heads froze simultaneously, and then were silently and smoothly split in two!
The golden runes that made up the dragon's body didn't even have time to be triggered before they completely disintegrated into specks of light and vanished as the arc passed by!
The combined power was effortlessly neutralized by this casual sword strike, as if dust had been brushed away!
"Pfft! Pfft!"

Lei Xiao and Li Jue below were struck as if by an invisible hammer, spitting out blood.

The protective aura and spiritual light surrounding the two instantly shattered, and several terrifying sword wounds, deep enough to expose bone, burst open on their bodies, with blood gushing out like a fountain.

They flew backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily into the distant mountainside and embedding themselves in deep craters in the rock.

The two were extremely weak, clearly suffering from severe primordial sword injuries that would take three to five years to recover without heaven-defying elixirs!
The entire rift valley was deathly silent.

All the onlookers, whether from Lingyun Sword Palace, Yuding Pill Sect, or independent cultivators, felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their faces filled with horror and fear as they stared at the white-clad figure atop the skeleton.

What kind of sword technique was that?
What level of skill is that?!

With a single, seemingly effortless sword strike, he shattered the combined attack of the two most powerful geniuses from the Tongyou realm, severely injuring them both!

This is something that no ordinary cultivator at the Tongyou Realm could accomplish!

Who exactly is this person...?
Wu Daoling's indifferent gaze swept across the desolate ravine, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

He didn't even glance at the broken "Bloodthirst" sword in his hand that had caused the conflict. With a flash of inspiration, he casually inserted it into the huge skeleton at his feet, as if discarding a piece of scrap iron.

Then, his figure transformed into a streak of light and vanished from everyone's sight in an instant.

Only a single, indifferent sentence echoed through the rift, deeply imprinted on the souls of everyone present: "Yongtianzhou, Wu Daoling. Those who disagree may come to me at any time."

It wasn't until long after Wu Daoling's aura had completely disappeared that an incredulous uproar and gasps of astonishment erupted within the rift valley!
“Wu…Wu Daoling?! Yongtianzhou…”

"Yongtian Continent? That land bound by the Heavenly Dao? How could it give birth to such a figure?!"

"This is terrifying... This strength is absolutely unmatched at the Grandmaster level! Among the younger generation of Yangtianzhou, perhaps only those few Dao Sons and Holy Sons who have been hidden away for a thousand years can contend with it..."

"Yangtianzhou...is about to change..."

……

Zhang Yuan's soul had already returned to the rift valley, and he didn't care about the commotion caused by Wu Daoling, as it was all part of the plan.

Let the name of Yongtian Continent and the might of the Nine Yang Sword Immortal be first established in this land where geniuses of Yangtian Continent gather.

He telepathically instructed Pei Lie and the others: "Each of you form a group, a thirty-sword formation, with a hundred people per team."

"Freely explore the first level of the Sword Tomb, seek opportunities, and hone your sword formation."

"Meet at the entrance in three days and go down to the second floor."

"promise!"

The three thousand elite warriors responded with a resounding roar, and quickly transformed into dozens of torrents under the leadership of their respective leaders, merging into the vast and lucrative first layer of the Sword Tomb world.

After everyone dispersed, Zhang Yuan did not join the group, but walked alone slowly across the desolate and bleak land of the Sword Tomb.

Beneath my feet lay cracked black soil, mixed with broken bones and dark metal fragments.

The air was filled with a faint smell of rust mixed with the stench of blood and decay.

A nearly transparent sword spirit slave, shaped like a twisted humanoid and barely formed from chaotic sword energy, staggered toward Zhang Yuan without any sense of reason.

This lowest-level remnant soul of the Sword Tomb is only comparable to an ordinary innate realm martial artist in strength, possessing only the instinct to kill.

Zhang Yuan didn't even stop walking, nor did he use the knife at his waist.

He only glanced at it.

His gaze was sharp as a sword.

The fragile sword soul slave froze instantly, and the chaotic sword energy that made up its body silently dissipated and dissipated, like dust being wiped away.

A faint, almost imperceptible chilling sword intent and a negligible fragment of divine soul flowed into Zhang Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness, like a stream returning to the sea.

This tiny, insignificant thing, when it touched the depths of Zhang Yuan's soul, was like a pebble thrown into an ancient well, instantly rippling out blurry yet shocking fragments of images:

"The sky is collapsing and the earth is splitting!"

My vision was filled with endless shattered light and surging waves of energy.

Above the sky, thirteen colossal sword phantoms, each unique in shape and exuding a terrifying aura that made the heavens tremble, were crashing together wildly!

Where the sword lights clashed, space shattered like fragile glass, revealing the dark and void of eternal chaos behind it!
The world-ending storm swept everything, and the desperate cries of billions of living beings seemed to travel through time and space, reaching the depths of their souls!
The void is crumbling inch by inch!
The stars are falling silently!
That was a true clash of divine and demonic power!

It far surpassed the level of the Saint Realm that he knew!

Every clash of swords seemed to mark the birth and annihilation of a world!
The rules are twisted and broken here!
Finally, all the chaos and destruction, at the center of that boundless torrent of destruction, was slammed down by an indescribable, nameless, and even shapeless grand will that could only be felt as encompassing the primordial universe and all the heavens and worlds, like an endless giant hand, with the supreme power to stabilize the world and suppress all ages!
All the shattering, chaos, and screams eventually subsided into silence.

It has been transformed into this Sword Tomb, which buries all glory and despair...

Zhang Yuanxin was utterly shocked!

The impact of that fleeting image far surpassed anything I had ever seen before. Is this the true origin of the Sword Tomb?

Above the Holy Realm...

Those thirteen deadly swords?

That giant hand that suppresses everything?

He stopped and looked at the unremarkable, rusty, and rusty sword stuck diagonally in the ground in front of him. The sword had long lost all its luster, and its blade was even full of nicks and was almost completely broken.

The sword spirit slave from earlier might have been attached to it.

He bent down, extended his slender fingers, and gently picked up the dusty, broken sword.

The hilt was cold and rough to the touch, as heavy as dead iron.

He casually twirled his sword, the broken blade slicing through the air without making a sound or producing a trace of sword energy.

"Heh, fellow Daoist, this sword has lost all its spirit. In this sword tomb, it is like sand, utterly worthless."

A clear and peaceful voice sounded from behind.

"Even if it is taken out of the sword tomb, its material will be completely corroded and impure by the ancient evil energy, and it probably won't even have the value of being melted down into a low-grade spiritual material."

Zhang Yuan turned around slowly.

A young man of about twenty-five or twenty-six was looking at him with a smile.

This man was tall and handsome, with a resolute air like a rock. He wore an antique-style indigo linen sword robe and carried a long sword wrapped in gray cloth on his back, with only the dark wooden hilt showing.

His aura was calm and composed, like a deep pool or a towering mountain, clearly indicating that he was a sword cultivator at the Dragon Elephant Grandmaster level.

At such an age, to be able to enter the ranks of the elite is already quite remarkable.

Seeing Zhang Yuan looking over, the young man cupped his hands in greeting, his smile sincere and hearty: "My name is Cheng Yue, from Zhao Zhou."

"Judging from your extraordinary demeanor, and the fact that you are walking alone deep into the Sword Tomb, you must also be a fellow Daoist seeking the sword and the Dao."

"This first outer layer is mostly filled with unclaimed remnant souls and low-level swords, and completely decayed ones like this are even more common."

His gaze swept over the rusty sword in Zhang Yuan's hand, and he gently reminded him.

"If you don't mind, I have some knowledge of this area and might be able to recommend a few hidden corners where you can still find swords worth taking?"

"Traveling together means you can look out for each other."

With an invitation that carried the unique, seemingly calm and unassuming yet subtly sharp edge characteristic of Zhao Zhou's swordsmanship, Cheng Yue looked at Zhang Yuan with sincere eyes.

Zhao Zhou… Zhang Yuan’s heart skipped a beat. The fragments of the terrifying scene he had just witnessed had not yet completely subsided when he encountered the sword cultivator Zhao Zhou.

He gripped the cold, heavy, gray, broken sword, feeling the rough, pitted spine with his fingertips, and looked at the young man who called himself Cheng Yue, his deep eyes calm and unwavering: "Yong Tianzhou, Zhang Yuan."

Yong Tianzhou!
Cheng Yue's calm, deep eyes suddenly lit up.

His sharp gaze was fixed on Zhang Yuan, as if he wanted to see through this young man in black robes who claimed to be from "Yongtian Continent".

He took a step forward, his voice filled with barely suppressed curiosity and inquiry: "Yongtianzhou?! The legendary ancestral land where the Heavenly Dao placed shackles, immortals and demons perished, and the foundation of the Nine Provinces' Human Emperor?"

He looked Zhang Yuan up and down, his tone becoming more urgent: "It is said that the Great Dao of Yongtian Continent is sealed, the Immortal Path is in decline, the Demonic Path has disappeared, and only the Martial Path is supreme, with one force suppressing all laws."

"Fellow Daoist Zhang... could it be that you are following the path of martial arts that breaks through realms with brute force?"

Zhang Yuan ignored Cheng Yue's burning gaze, his expression remaining as calm as a deep pool.

He said slowly, "Yongtian Continent is indeed the ancestral land, and some people also call it 'Yongtian'. However, the Great Dao is not sealed off, but reshaped."

"The cycle of calamities in the Heavenly Dao turns. Ten thousand years ago, the world underwent a strange change, and the immortal and magical sects gradually lost their divine origins. It was not that we, the outstanding people, were unwilling to cultivate them, but rather that the Heaven and Earth could not tolerate their manifestation of holiness."

"Martial arts lead to divinity, sustaining oneself through war, and proving one's path through strength. For us humans, this is the most suitable method to protect our territory and forge ahead."

His words, though simple, exuded a profound confidence stemming from historical accumulation and the iron will of the Qin Dynasty.

"What I cultivate is this martial path that can break through all laws."

Cheng Yue's heart stirred slightly as he listened, and the image of Yongtianzhou's martial arts dominating the land seemed to flash before his eyes.

He took a deep breath, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, and then said frankly, "I see... Brother Zhang's words have indeed resolved some of my confusion about Yong Tian."

Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed like lightning, catching the hint of reminiscence in Cheng Yue's expression, and he asked, "You mentioned Zhao Zhou earlier. I've heard it said, 'When the sword comes from Zhao Zhou, its light chills the myriad worlds.'"

"However, what is the current state of Zhao Zhou's swordsmanship? As far as I know, you are also beset by calamities."

Cheng Yue's face instantly darkened, as if shrouded in gloom.

He gazed at the boundless gray mist churning deep within the Sword Tomb, his voice low and heavy with desolation and sorrow: "Calamity? More than just calamity! Brother Zhang... the swordsmanship of Zhao Zhou is already in decline, like the setting sun!"

He paused, as if it took immense courage to mention this matter: "My sect, the Flowing Cloud Sword Washing Pavilion, was once a renowned sect in Zhao Continent."

"However, ten thousand years ago, the true pillars of the sword path collapsed one after another! Our Zhao Continent had three Saint Realm Ancestors whose power shook the starry sea and whose achievements rivaled creation..."

His voice trembled slightly: "It was these three sword masters who, during the cataclysmic upheaval a hundred thousand years ago, stepped into the deepest part of this sword tomb, seeking to wield one of the thirteen fierce swords that were enough to determine the fate of the world!"

"Never to return... His soul and life force were extinguished!"

Cheng Yue's eyes were filled with pain, as if the fallen ancestors were the collapse of a mountain in his heart.

"The place where our ancestors perished is very likely within the core of this Sword Tomb!"

"Without the guidance and suppression of the sage's fortune, the top sword lineage of our Zhao Continent is in decline, many world-shaking sword manuals are covered in dust, and even more evil spirits from beyond the realm are taking advantage of the situation... The brilliance of Sword Continent is no longer what it once was!"

As the two were talking, they arrived at a small valley with strangely shaped rocks.

The mist in the valley thinned slightly, and a simple, ancient longsword emitting a faint blue light could be vaguely seen stuck in the center, seemingly absorbing a wisp of pure sword energy from the earth's veins to nourish itself.

However, at the entrance to the valley, a young man dressed in a robe with flame and cloud patterns was already sitting cross-legged, waiting there.

Seeing Zhang Yuan and Cheng Yue approaching, he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze arrogant and cold, and shouted sharply, "Get out! This place has been chosen by Xue Mang of 'Burning Star Valley'. If you don't want to die, leave immediately!"

Cheng Yue frowned, clearly unwilling to get entangled with such an overbearing person.

He looked at Zhang Yuan, gesturing for him to leave: "Brother Zhang, it's just a low-grade spiritual weapon. Opportunities can be found everywhere. There's no need to cause trouble here."

Zhang Yuan remained calm, seemingly uninterested in arguing.

Just as the two were about to turn around, something unexpected happened!
"Om-!"

The nurtured cyan longsword suddenly emitted a clear and melodious resonance.

As if propelled by some higher will, it flew off the ground with a "whoosh" and landed straight in the hands of the Burning Star Valley disciple who called himself Xue Mang!
Xue Mang gripped the sword hilt tightly, sensing the gentle spirituality emanating from the longsword, and his face instantly lit up with wild joy.

However, this ecstasy was quickly twisted into a fierce and malevolent aura.

He stared at Zhang Yuan and Cheng Yue, grinning maliciously, "Hahaha! It seems my 'Azure Blade Flame-Drinking Sword' also wants to see blood!" (End of Chapter)