Daqin Zhentiansi

Hundreds of figures stood in the air, all dressed in immortal robes and jade belts, surrounded by celestial light, their power astonishing!

The leader was a middle-aged man with a dignified and cold face, wearing a golden robe. His eyes were like lightning, filled with the will of judgment and verdict, and he was fixed on Zhang Yuan in the center of the platform.

"The Blood Sea Butcher! Colluding with the evil spirits of Zhao Zhou's Dark Palace, he has harmed his fellow cultivators, plundered their opportunities, and wreaked havoc on the Sword Tomb! His crimes are unforgivable!"

The golden-robed man's voice was like thunder from the heavens, shaking even the lava, each word like a hammer blow, striking the minds of everyone present.

"I am Xiao Zhengtian, a guardian elder of Zixiao Palace! Zhang Qingyang! Do you know your crimes? Considering you are disciples of the Great River Sword Sect, quickly cripple your cultivation, kneel down and beg for forgiveness, or perhaps you can be spared a whole corpse!"

"Otherwise, today will be the day when all your Great River Sword Sect's demonic accomplices are executed!"

As Xiao Zhengtian spoke, hundreds of immortal cultivators from Zixiao Palace and its affiliated sects in the sky simultaneously unleashed their power. Immortal light condensed into a sea, forming a halo as bright as the sun and the heavens, carrying the pressure of judgment and destruction, and crashed down!
That power was far beyond what small sects could compare to; it was the orthodox power accumulated by a truly top-tier immortal sect!
At this moment, even Yuwen Zhen, Xuan Chengzi and others had extremely solemn expressions. Under the pressure of the immortal army, the pure and mysterious light and the sharp sword energy seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

The demonic energy pillars of the Dark Palace disciples also emitted whimpering sounds, unable to bear the burden any longer.

The immense pressure from the vast difference in cultivation level and numbers caused the Great River Sword Sect's alliance to crumble like a small boat in a raging storm!
Not far away, the local demonic forces of Yangtian Continent, led by the Blood Wolf Alliance and the Lichen Palace, took advantage of the chaos, laughing hysterically: "Hahaha! Elder Xiao, you are wise! Zhang Qingyang colluded with the demon of Zhao Continent, and his crime deserves to be punished!"

"We are willing to lend a helping hand to the immortals and together slay this fiend!"

"That's right! Slaughter these traitors who associate with demons first, then explore the fourth level together! Let's do it!"

The burly leader of the Blood Wolf Alliance licked his lips, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

A barely perceptible glint of cold light flashed in Xiao Zhengtian's eyes, clearly indicating that he was not opposed to the idea of ​​"immortals and demons temporarily joining forces" to eliminate the "tumor".

Thousands of hostile gazes were fixed on the platform below, and a great battle was about to break out!
Ling Hao and the others felt that the gaze was like a tangible sword, piercing their skin and shaking their minds.

At that critical moment, when the air was so tense it seemed about to snap!

"Buzz!!!!"

A sword cry, far more magnificent and pure than any previous sword cry or booming sound, filled with supreme masculinity and majestic fighting spirit, descended fiercely from the horizon!
Like the rising sun tearing through the long night!

The next moment, the sky was illuminated!
It was not the radiant glow of immortals, but a dazzling golden flame that pierced the sky and was scorching and domineering!

"Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh!"

A uniform, metallic clanging sound, like a torrent of steel crushing through the void, rang out!
A massive figure clad in dark gold armor, like a golden-red meteor shower, carrying an invincible battle intent capable of shattering mountains and rivers, crashed down at the forefront of the platform, blocking the path between the Immortal-Demon Allied Forces and Zhang Yuan and his group!
The number of people was exactly three thousand!
The three thousand Xuanjia soldiers exuded a strong aura of warfare and killing, and their cultivation level was at least at the peak of the Vajra Realm!

Their auras were perfectly intertwined, as if they were one person!
A huge, dark military banner, "Nine Suns," which reflected almost the entire surface of the lava lake, was unfurled in a magnificent display.

Beneath the banner stood an old man clad in crimson-gold armor, his hair and beard bristling, his body ablaze with golden sword flames like nine small suns, his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the world.

Yongtianzhou, the Great Qin sword cultivator, Wu Daoling, the Nine Yang Sword Immortal!

The might of the Qin Dynasty, what a magnificent sight!
"Who dares to touch my Great Qin Qingyang Marquis?!" Wu Daoling, the Nine Yang Sword Immortal, snorted coldly, his voice booming like thunder.

He did not draw his sword, but the three thousand sword cultivators from Yongtian Continent behind him suddenly formed a formation!

A thousand black iron longswords hummed in unison as they were drawn from their sheaths a few inches away!

"Qiang——!!!"

A sword cry that resounded through the heavens and earth!
A colossal, crimson-gold sword-shaped phantom, formed purely from the battle intent and boundless sword energy of thousands of sword cultivators, instantly manifested above the military formation!

The sword shadow was as solid as a physical object, carrying the will of iron-blooded conquest, breaking through armies and slaying generals, and crushing everything, and swept across the entire field with a roar!
"Boom!!!"

The vast immortal light gathered by the immortal army, like a foam wall being hit by a raging torrent, let out a groan of being unable to bear the burden, and instantly exploded and dissipated!
The demonic path's clamor crumbled like an avalanche!

The oppressive divine might that had previously shone like the sun was instantly crushed by the killing sword intent condensed in the three thousand-strong army formation!

Xiao Zhengtian, a protector of Zixiao Palace, groaned and took three steps back to steady himself. His face was flushed and pale with shock!
The laughter of the demonic forces abruptly ceased, like ducks being choked, their eyes filled with boundless fear!

The entire lava lake area fell into a deathly silence!
Only the crimson-gold sword shadow suspended in the sky exuded an oppressive aura that suppressed everything!

The allied forces of immortals and demons in Yangtianzhou were no match for the overwhelming pressure from the legitimate dynasty's military government in Yongtianzhou of the Great Qin Dynasty.
Only then did they realize what a behemoth Zhang Qingyang, who had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and had never actually made a move, represented!
That's Yongtian Continent, that's the Great Qin!

In this deathly silence—

"Go!" A demon general from the Li Chen Palace made a decisive decision, roared, and led his demon cultivators without hesitation, transforming into wisps of black smoke and rushing into the twisted and uncertain entrance to the fourth level!
The Blood Wolf Alliance, Yin Sha Sect, and other forces seemed to wake from a dream, scattering like birds and beasts, rushing towards the entrance in a disheveled state, not daring to linger for even a moment longer!
The immortals, led by Zixiao Palace, looked extremely grim.

Gazing at the overwhelming military formation, then at Zhang Yuan, who remained calm in the center of the platform, and the increasingly conspicuous army of Yongtianzhou behind him, Xiao Zhengtian's face contorted with rage, his eyes filled with a mixture of killing intent and humiliation. Yet, he ultimately dared not launch another attack, and could only grit his teeth and shout, "Go!"

He led hundreds of immortal cultivators and rushed into the fourth-floor entrance without looking back.

They came in a raging storm, and left in a state of panic.

However, just as the last immortal cultivator disappeared into the vortex at the entrance—

“Zheng——!!!”

A terrifying sword cry, seemingly carrying the will of the entire Sword Tomb world, suddenly erupted, originating not from any single person's mouth, but from the depths of the Sword Tomb's earth veins, from the Nine Nether Void, and from the past and future simultaneously!

The world changes dramatically!

On the third floor of the Sword Tomb, the entire space was like glass thrown into a storm, violently distorted and shaking!
The scorching lava stopped flowing, the billowing poisonous fog stopped in the air, and even the pervasive smell of sulfur seemed to have solidified!

Only those terrifying sword shadows that appeared out of thin air, stretched across the void, and radiated a world-destroying ferocity!
One, two, three... a total of thirteen!

Blazing fires engulf the heavens, bones freeze into ice, vengeful spirits weep blood, and dragons devour the sky...

Each sword shadow represents a supreme law of slaughter, an ultimate ferocity that ends all things and shatters the cycle of reincarnation!

They varied in form and aura, some were incomplete, some were clear, some were hazy, but without exception, they all exuded a fierce will originating from the primordial era that could suffocate even those at the half-step saint realm!

The projection of the Thirteen Deadly Swords!

The ultimate power of the Sword Tomb was triggered by an unknown upheaval at this moment, manifesting and projecting in the void!

"Not good! Quickly enter the fourth level!" Xuan Chengzi's expression changed drastically, and he shouted.

The pressure of the collapsing space and the indiscriminate, terrifying power sent chills down everyone's spines!

Without any commands, everyone on the platform reacted instinctively!
"go!"

Zhang Yuan finally opened his eyes, and in that instant, it seemed as if chaotic nebulae were swirling and disappearing in his eyes.

He calmly stood up, drew his Yuanyue Heavy Sword, and said only one sentence: "Those who don't want to die, come in!"

Without any unnecessary movements, he took the lead, transforming into a streak of dark light, and resolutely crashed into the violently fluctuating spatial vortex ahead, which seemed to be devouring people!
Cheng Yue, Ling Hao, Yuwen Zhen, and the disciples of Tianxuan Sword Pavilion followed closely behind!
Yin Xiaozi cackled and led the Dark Palace demon cultivators, transforming into a dark green demonic tide that surged in!

Wu Daoling's fighting spirit intensified, but he waved his hand without hesitation: "Form ranks, follow the Marquis, advance!"

Behind him, three thousand Xuanjia sword cultivators formed an unstoppable charging sword formation, carrying their battle intent, and the last batch crushed into the vortex!
Behind them, the entire scene of the third level of the Sword Tomb was torn apart by countless spatial rifts that appeared out of nowhere and distorted projections of malevolent swords!
When they reappeared, the scene before them had changed drastically.

It was no longer a scorching, fiery inferno.

Instead, it was an unimaginably huge, endless, ice-blue corridor!

On one side was a massive curtain of fire formed by raging hellfire, its flames a strange, ghastly white, the heat scorching the space and crackling with explosive sounds.

On the other side is an absolute zero wall of frost and ice, where even light can be frozen, covered with sharp ice shards, and exuding an ancient chill!
Two extremely opposing and incomparably violent forces converged, collided, and annihilated in this "sword corridor," wide enough for horses to gallop, forming countless tiny spatial storms and elemental tides! Ice shards and sparks flew together, and icy air and raging flames danced together!
This is the fourth floor of the Sword Tomb, the Ice and Fire Sword Corridor!
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The fourth level of the Sword Tomb.

Ice and Fire Sword Gallery.

Giant lava sword spiders surged out like a tide from the fissures where ice and fire met on both sides.

They were as large as millstones, with carapaces as red as branding irons, and eight compound eyes that gleamed with a greedy, lava-red light.

Its eight legs stomped on the cold, smooth ground, making a harsh, metallic scraping sound.

What's most unsettling is the silk they spew from the end of their abdomen.

Those were not viscous threads, but streams of bright, dazzling lava, carrying the intense heat of burning gold and scorching stone.

It traced a charred trail in the air, and upon landing on the ground, it instantly solidified into a pillar of lava rock covered with spikes!
"Meet the enemy!"

Wu Daoling, the sect leader of the Nine Yang Sword Sect, bristled with anger, his crimson-gold sword flames blazing forth.

Without needing further words, the three thousand Xuanjia sword cultivators from Yongtian Continent instantly formed an array.

"Clang—Clang!"

A thousand swords rang out in unison, their sound echoing through the Ice and Fire Corridor!
Their fighting spirit surged like a volcano, and a torrent of tangible sword energy frantically coalesced above the military formation.

It was no longer just a simple phantom of a crimson gold sword, but had evolved into a solemn and magnificent scroll painting.

The majestic Sword Mountain hangs atop the mountain, surrounded by the flowing Sword River, where the phantoms of thousands of troops rise and fall within the formation!

"town!"

The shouts of thousands of people merged into a single word, like a decree from heaven!
The mountain of swords overhead crashed down with a deafening roar!

The surging Jian River swept out!

In an instant, the dozens of Lava Sword Spiders at the forefront were crushed as if by an ancient divine mountain, their heavy carapaces emitting mournful cries of unbearable strain.

"Click——"

The shell shattered!

A terrifying torrent of sword energy followed closely behind, engulfing them along with the spewing lava streams and instantly pulverizing them into burning crimson fragments!

The spiderweb-like lava was forcibly severed, disintegrated, and extinguished!
The army formation advanced slowly, like a sophisticated killing machine.

The shockwaves of the Lava Sword Spider crashed into the dam forged from will and sword energy, shattering into countless sparks.

Occasionally, a stream of lava might manage to penetrate the outer perimeter, but it would be blocked and vaporized by the sword energy shields rising from the tightly packed formation.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Wherever the army passed, it left behind only charred and mangled spider corpses and solidified lava.

Amazing efficiency, magnificent momentum!
"Hiss..." Xuan Chengzi gasped, his handsome face filled with solemnity and astonishment, "Not relying on the power of heaven and earth, but purely on the power of battle intent to manifest, creating a mountain and river of swords..."

"Such military formations and killing techniques are almost at the level of the Dao! The heritage of Yongtian Continent is indeed so powerful!"

Cheng Yue leaned on the cracked ancient sword.

Looking at the overwhelming torrent of steel before him, and recalling the horrific battle he had fought alone against the Jurchen warriors, a bitter smile of helplessness and shock appeared on his resolute face: "The Yongtian Sword Formation lives up to its name."

"Such power, if encountered on a frontal battlefield... a thousand men could hold off an army of ten thousand!"

Yongtian Continent is just a legend to most cultivators.

They had never witnessed the might of the Qin army and assumed that this sword formation was the Qin's strongest fighting force.

They didn't know that although this sword formation was powerful, it couldn't directly confront the Qin army's battle formation.

In the shadows, several sect teams or independent cultivators who had managed to reach the fourth level stared intently at the battlefield.

The remaining disciples of Zixiao Palace had a look of fear and deep resentment in their eyes. The leader gritted his teeth and said, "Zhang Qingyang... he can actually command such a powerful army!"

A sect elder whispered nearby, his voice so solemn it almost trembled: "Did you see that? That's a 'Sword Intent Landscape Map' formed from pure battle formation sword intent!"

"Without decades of rigorous training and countless trials, it would be impossible to achieve such perfect control! This military formation... can slay even a Saint Realm cultivator in their early stages!"

The Sacred Realm is a powerful force in Yangtian Continent.

Such a sword formation can slay Saint Realm experts; that means it represents the pinnacle of combat power on Yangtian Continent.

All eyes were fixed on the sweeping sword formation, their expressions complex.

The three thousand sword cultivators formed a sword array and moved forward swiftly without stopping.

On the edge of the battlefield, strange plants stubbornly took root in the gaps where the fire curtain and the frost wall met.

The plant is entirely black, but its leaves seem to be burning with faint white flames.

At the top grow several dark fruits the size of pigeon eggs, with fiery red veins flowing across their surface.

Mysterious Yin Vermilion Fruit!

The battle subsided, and the Lava Sword Spiders had been cleared out.

Wu Daoling clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhang Yuan: "My lord, I have not failed you in your mission!"

Zhang Yuan nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the spiritual plants: "Thank you for your hard work. This is quite good."

He raised his hand and made a grasping motion, and several strands of chaotic true essence rolled out like silk ribbons, precisely avoiding the remaining lava and cold air, and picked all the thousands of Xuan Yin Zhu Fruits.

The process was described in a lighthearted manner, which made everyone envious once again.

This is a Vermilion Fruit, a rare treasure in the world that can directly enhance one's cultivation level.

After collecting the red fruit, Zhang Yuan did not keep it for himself, but distributed it directly.

All the accompanying practitioners received one.

Zhang Yuan's fair attitude immediately excited everyone.

The Vermilion Fruit was distributed, and everyone consumed and refined it.

"Buzz!"

A burst of incredibly pure energy exploded, like a warm current of intertwined ice and fire washing over every part of the body. (End of Chapter)