After millions of years in the library, I became an Immortal Emperor.

"Ling Qianren of the Heavenly Dao Sect, please enlighten me!"

At the top of the giant sword, a man in a white robe stood, and then bowed to Qianhai City amidst the shocked gazes of countless people.

One sentence shook countless people in Qianhai City.

"Ling Qianren, the peak master of Sword Peak of the Heavenly Dao Sect, is a Celestial King!"

Someone exclaimed in horror, staring in disbelief at the people in the sky.

The Celestial King, a supreme being who stands at the pinnacle of all living beings and rules over the fate of countless creatures, has actually descended upon Thousand Seas City.

Whom is he bowing to?

Who could possibly accept a bow from the Celestial King?

Everyone in the academy, and those outside it, looked towards the small courtyard on the cliff, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

It's him!

That teacher at the academy.

In the courtyard, Lin Fan stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky. His sword intent was like the sea, crashing towards the courtyard layer upon layer, yet it could not shake a single blade of grass or tree.

It's as if time and space here have been stripped away from the rest of the world.

"Draw your sword."

Lin Fan spoke softly, yet his voice carried far, reaching the minds of countless people around the world. At that moment, the image of Lin Fan appeared in their minds as well.

Dressed in white robes, he stood quietly under the Bodhi tree, looking up at the sky with a serene expression.

It was as if he was facing not a Celestial King, but an ordinary sword cultivator.

Dragon Palace!

The Northern Dragon King transformed into human form and, supported by Qinglan, walked to the highest point of the Dragon Palace. He then looked down at this human city that he had never paid attention to before.

"Is it him?"

He saw Lin Fan, who remained calm even under the overwhelming sword pressure, showing no sign of using the Primordial Dao Weapon.

Qinglan nodded.

Her gaze also fell on the figure in Qianhai City, and a look of solemnity appeared on her face.

Perhaps this time she will see just how strong he really is.

Then she looked at the sword immortal from the Heavenly Dao Sect, who stood atop a giant sword thousands of feet long, his eyes slightly closed, gathering his strength.

There was wind in the world, constantly gathering towards his sword, causing it to vibrate. Each vibration could stir up a terrifying spatial storm.

Each ripple of sword energy could easily obliterate a Celestial Lord.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

A cold light pierced through the entire world. He reached out, and the thousand-foot-long giant sword beneath his feet disappeared, reappearing in his hand as a three-foot-long green blade.

"I know you are very strong. Li Dao is the most talented person in the history of our Tianyi Sect. His understanding of swordsmanship is no less than mine."

"He respects you because you paved the way for him to become an immortal."

"I'm different; I only respect the strong."

His words echoed between heaven and earth, and the invisible wind seemed to take shape at this moment, turning into countless threads that converged towards the three-foot-long green sword.

"One sword strike decides the outcome."

"If you take this sword strike, you win."

He spoke, and then, under the gaze of countless living beings, he slashed down with his sword at the figure in Qianhai City. The wind swept across the heavens and the earth, and also across the endless void.

It left an indelible sword scar on countless lives.

Then it landed on that small courtyard.

Then there was no more sound.

It was like throwing a huge rock into a pool of water, but it didn't even create a ripple; the whole world remained silent.

What happened?

Where is that sword beam?

Countless people stared at the small courtyard. Some knew it was the courtyard of the academy's teachers, while others did not, but everyone had the same expression.

The Celestial King came for this purpose, his sword strike shaking heaven and earth, but the courtyard remained completely calm from beginning to end; they didn't even see the people in the courtyard.

But this battle seems to have come to an end.

Above the sky, the three-foot-long sword blade hung down. Ling Qianren looked at the people in the small courtyard with disbelief on his face.

That was a sword strike that embodied the accumulated swordsmanship of his countless years, yet the man caught it with just a reach of his hand.

Without any Daoist aura fluctuations, with just a hand, gently probing and touching, his all-out attack vanished without a trace, leaving only a gust of wind that lifted a corner of the man's sleeve.

Above the Dragon Palace, the two people, one large and one small, also looked dazed.

"Without using any Celestial Emperor's weapons, he blocked it using only his physical strength..."

The Northern Dragon King exclaimed in horror, his body trembling uncontrollably. Qing Lan, standing beside him, also stared wide-eyed. He knew that person was very strong, but he hadn't expected them to be this strong.

That's Ling Qianren, the peak master of the Sword Peak of the Heavenly Dao Sect.

He was no ordinary Celestial King.

Is the difference really that big?

for a long time

Ling Qianren came to his senses, looked at the people in the courtyard, and said.

Lin Fan looked at him calmly.

"To be able to comprehend such a sword technique from the winds of all things is already quite remarkable."

A single sentence, seemingly a praise to this immortal king, also made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness; he didn't even have the courage to unleash a second sword strike.

His figure vanished from the sky, and the oppressive feeling that had enveloped the entire lake and marshland also dissipated.

Ling Qianren walked into the courtyard.

This was the first time I had observed this terrifying being who had once killed the Lord of the Boundary Stone up close, and it was not through external force, but solely through his own power.

After a moment's hesitation, he bowed deeply to Lin Fan.

"senior!"

He said that, judging from his demeanor, he seemed to be another Li Dao.

Lin Fan looked at him quietly.

"The sword you sought has already fallen, so why come again?"

Lin Fan's words made Ling Qianren slightly focused, and his expression became even more respectful. The arrogance of a sword immortal was completely gone from him at this moment.

"This junior wishes to have the senior strike me with his sword."

He said.

These words startled both Nanyue and Bodhi.

"Are you out of your mind? You want the Master to kill you with a single sword strike? Even the Boundary Stone Demon Lord was killed by the Master. Do you think you're comparable to the Boundary Stone Demon Lord?"

Nan Yue said, but Ling Qianren simply shook his head slightly.

He looked at Lin Fan with a pleading expression.

Bodhi watched this scene quietly. He understood what Ling Qianren was doing and knew that there would be more and more people like him in the future.

"Then you saw it clearly."

Lin Fan said, and Ling Qianren's expression changed upon hearing this. He took a deep breath and looked at Lin Fan with great seriousness.

Then a hazy sword light slashed towards him.

The next moment, he felt the world before him suddenly become hazy, and his thoughts were stretched out in an instant, as if he had experienced thousands of years in a single moment.

When I woke up again, I was in the Dragon Palace.

When he opened his eyes, the Northern Dragon King and Qinglan were looking at him in astonishment. He focused his mind, rubbed his forehead and stood up, as if trying to recall what had happened just now, but he couldn't remember anything.

It's as if a memory has been erased.

He then sensed that his cultivation level had not changed in the slightest. Of course, he was not injured either, as if nothing had happened.

That person sent him to the Dragon Palace with just one sword strike.