Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 398 East Sea Sword Gate, Ten Thousand Swords Resound

On the shores of the East China Sea, the clouds are so deep that one cannot see where it lies.

Compared to the solemnity of the capital and the gentle prosperity of Jiangnan, the location of Jianmen in the East Sea has a completely different atmosphere.

Beyond the vast expanse of blue waves, several strange peaks pierce through the sea of ​​clouds, like divine swords from beyond the heavens, soaring straight into the sky.

Amidst the peaks and ridges, clouds and mist swirl, and occasionally, sword light, like a dragon, flashes and disappears, cutting through the flowing clouds and emitting a clear and melodious sword cry.

The air was filled with a chilling sword intent and the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Taking a breath, one felt clear-headed, as if even one's soul was being cleansed by the omnipresent sharpness.

This is the sacred land of swordsmanship in the world, known as the East Sea Sword Sect, one of the three sacred lands!

Today's Sword Gate is completely different from the aloof and cold atmosphere of the past when people were devoted to sword cultivation.

Starting from the mountain gate and extending to the core main peak, Tianjian Peak, deep in the clouds, a "sword path" formed by countless unsheathed swords stuck upside down in the ground shines brightly. The swords reflect the light of the sky and the clouds, their cold light is sharp, and their murderous aura rises to the sky, yet they also carry a kind of worship-like reverence.

On both sides of the sword path, every ten steps, stands a sword sect disciple with a refined aura and sharp eyes.

They were all dressed in uniform moon-white sword robes, their postures upright like pine trees, carrying long swords on their backs, and their expressions solemn.

From the lowest-ranking outer disciples to the inner disciples and elders with profound auras who had reached the Outer Realm or even the Dharma Aspect Realm, they were arranged in order, densely packed, stretching to the end of the field of vision. At a rough glance, there were no fewer than three thousand people!

All the disciples, regardless of their cultivation level, held their breath and focused their attention on the direction of the surging sea of ​​clouds outside the mountain gate.

Their eyes held curiosity, awe, admiration, and an overwhelming sense of pride.

Today, Jianmen will welcome an unprecedentedly distinguished guest—

Li Xijun, the Crown Prince of the Dynasty, the Master of the Palace of Stars, the newly crowned number one on the Earth Ranking, a legendary figure who fought against a Grandmaster in the Thousand Island Lake Boxing Town, and whose Dharma Body was the subject of the battle!

It can be said that the person who has arrived is now the eighth strongest person in the world.

Its prestige, power, and strength were enough to make it equal to any overlord, so the Sword Sect had no choice but to greet it with the highest level of courtesy.

"clang--!

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"clang--!"

Suddenly, three ancient, powerful bell tolls, seemingly capable of severing time and space, resounded from the top of Tianjian Peak!

The sound of the bell was unlike anything in the ordinary; it was more like the simultaneous ringing of thousands of swords, instantly spreading across all the peaks, parting the sea of ​​clouds, and clearly reaching the ears and even the depths of the soul of every person.

"clang!"

Three rings of the welcoming bell!

This is the highest level of etiquette Jianmen uses to welcome its most distinguished guests.

The last time it was rung was decades ago, when the Daoist Master of the Feathered Ascension Sect visited!

The echoes of the bells had not yet faded when, in the distance, the sea of ​​clouds seemed to be parted by an invisible hand.

Two streaks of light, one as clear and cold as the moon, the other as solid and imposing as a mountain, walked side by side, instantly traversing a vast distance and appearing outside the Sword Gate.

The light faded, revealing two figures.

On the left is the Fairy Jinghong, dressed in a pale yellow dress, carrying an ancient sword on her back, her beauty unparalleled, like a sword immortal from a painting.

On the right was Li Xijun, dressed in a simple black robe, exuding a restrained aura, yet possessing an imposing and awe-inspiring presence that commanded respect.

The two remained suspended in mid-air, not falling immediately.

At the very moment they appeared—

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Buzz!"

On both sides of the sword path, the longswords carried by the three thousand disciples standing solemnly seemed to be drawn by some invisible energy at this moment, and at the same time emitted a soft sword cry that gathered into a torrent.

This is Wan Jian's instinctive perception of the strong and his tribute to them!

Immediately afterwards, led by several Sword Sect elders whose auras were particularly powerful and who were clearly at the Dharma Aspect Grandmaster level, the three thousand disciples simultaneously clasped their fists and bowed, their movements perfectly synchronized, as if they had undergone countless trials.

Three thousand voices converged into a clear and resounding sword cry, piercing the sky: "From top to bottom of the Sword Sect—"

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"Welcome, Your Highness the Crown Prince! Welcome, Star Lord! Welcome, Top Scholar of the Earthly Ranking—to Jianmen!"

The roaring sound, imbued with pure sword intent, echoed endlessly among the peaks along the coast of the East China Sea. Its overwhelming power was enough to stir the hearts of anyone who witnessed it.

Li Xijun's gaze calmly swept over the chilling sword path below, and the bowing disciples of the Sword Sect, who stood like a forest, accepting the overwhelming sword intent with equanimity.

He nodded slightly in return, then took a step forward, as if stepping on an invisible staircase, and steadily walked along the gleaming "sword path" towards the most towering and majestic Heavenly Sword Peak deep in the clouds.

The Fairy Jinghong followed closely behind, leading the way for him.

Wherever he went, the disciples on both sides maintained a bowed posture with their heads slightly lowered, to show the utmost respect.

Only when Li Xijun's figure passed by could they catch a glimpse of the hem of his black robe out of the corner of their eyes, and sense the terrifying power that was enough to shake the world beneath the seemingly calm surface.

The group went straight to the main hall of the Sword Pavilion at the top of Tianjian Peak.

Inside the hall, a dozen or so Sword Sect elders, whose auras were powerful and who were at least at the level of Dharma Aspect Grandmasters, were already waiting.

Although they did not bow like the disciples outside, they all stood up and performed the etiquette of peers or juniors, with solemn expressions.

After some introductions and pleasantries, Li Xijun was seated in the honored guest position.

He spoke first, his clear and melodious voice resounding throughout the hall: "Regarding the matter at Thousand Island Lake the other day, I am deeply grateful to Senior Ye of your esteemed sect for his righteous intervention in stopping the Buddhist Dharma Body. I hope that you and Great Xia will remember this kindness and friendship."

With that in mind, Li Xijun took the opportunity to propose further strengthening the cooperation between the Great Xia royal family and the Sword Gate, and promised tangible benefits including resource allocation, joint development of certain spirit mines, and many other benefits.

The elders' eyes gleamed as they listened, clearly extremely satisfied.

This additional gift of gratitude is truly generous.

The potential karmic consequences that might have arisen due to the intervention of the Dharma Body were instantly diluted by these tangible benefits, transforming into a closer alliance.

In an instant, the atmosphere inside the hall became even more harmonious, with the host and guests enjoying themselves immensely, laughing and chatting.

When the atmosphere reached its peak, Li Xijun changed the subject, her expression becoming more serious: "Furthermore, I have come here today to fulfill my promise to Fairy Jinghong and complete the exchange of cultivation techniques."

The "Heavenly Cycle of Life and Death Sword Chapter" is one-third of the supreme divine skill that the Sword Sect has lost for a long time.

It is an unparalleled sword manual, worthy of serving as the cornerstone of a sect!

Countless predecessors have searched tirelessly in vain, but today, it is truly—to return to the sect!

An elder with white hair and beard, of extremely seniority, trembled slightly. After a long while, he slowly rose and bowed deeply to Li Xijun: "Your Highness's noble character and kindness will be forever forgotten by the entire Sword Sect!"

The other elders also rose and bowed respectfully, showering the elders with praise and gratitude.

After their initial excitement subsided, a refined-looking elder in charge of sect affairs cleared his throat. His gaze swept over the composed Li Xijun and the ethereal Jinghong Fairy standing beside her, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. He said, "Your Highness's return of the lost martial arts technique is an immense favor to our Sword Sect. Ordinary thanks are insufficient to express our gratitude."

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"Since Your Highness and Junior Nephew Jinghong have made a prior agreement to verify each other's swordsmanship—in my opinion, why don't Junior Nephew Jinghong accompany Your Highness to the Sword Enlightenment Cliff in the back mountain?"

"Firstly, Your Highness can personally meet with Grandmaster Ye and express your gratitude in person; secondly, Wujian Cliff is the origin of our sect's swordsmanship, and Your Highness may gain some inspiration from it, which will facilitate exchanges and sparring with Junior Nephew Jinghong."

These words, seemingly well-thought-out, actually contained an element of matchmaking.

The Fairy Jinghong is a direct disciple of the Dharma Body, and her status is noble. The fact that she alone led Li Xijun to the forbidden back mountain speaks volumes.

The elders present were all shrewd and wise. Upon hearing this, they all smiled and nodded, repeatedly saying, "Excellent!" and "That's how it should be."

Soon, the welcoming banquet came to a close in a harmonious atmosphere. The elders, with great shrewdness, all excused themselves to take their leave under the pretext of sect affairs, and in the blink of an eye, only Li Xijun and Fairy Jinghong remained in the vast main hall of the Sword Pavilion.

The atmosphere became somewhat subtle and quiet for a moment.

Finally, it was Fairy Jinghong who broke the silence first. She raised her cool eyes and looked at Li Xijun, her voice still calm, but with less of the initial aloofness: "Your Highness, please come with me."

Having said that, she turned around, her dress fluttering, and walked towards the secluded stone path behind the hall that led to a place where the clouds and mist were deeper and the sword intent was stronger.

Li Xijun watched her retreating figure, raised an eyebrow slightly, said nothing, and followed.

The two disappeared one after the other into the swirling clouds and endless sword intent behind the Sword Pavilion.