This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

It was supposed to be a discussion, but the Heavenly Emperor immediately produced such a forbidden artifact, so there was no room for discussion.

The quasi-emperor ancestor of the Silent God Dynasty was the first to abstain, directly tearing open the void and leaving the Sword Tomb.

The ancient beast Bai Ze, which had come from the Desolate Mountains, did not hesitate and turned to leave the place.

With these two gone, the other three quasi-emperors, from the Primordial God Clan, the Boundless Immortal Mountain, and the Heavenly Feather Emperor Clan respectively, also departed one after another.

Since the Heavenly Emperor has brought out such a forbidden artifact, it is basically destined that they will not be able to snatch the Yin-Yang Sword Lotus from the Heavenly Emperor's hands.

Given this, it's even less likely that they would do the work for the Heavenly Emperor and help him resist the sea of ​​swords.

In the end, only the Heavenly Emperor and Chang Geng of the Hongyu Imperial Clan remained at the scene.

The two exchanged a glance, and Chang Geng said coldly:

"Even if you have the Pseudo-Mirror of All Beings, you may not be able to break through this sea of ​​swords."

"Your Mirror of All Living Beings is a replica, but the sword inside the Sword Tomb is a genuine Imperial Weapon of the Great Dao..."

The Heavenly Emperor smiled and nodded upon hearing this.

"I know."

Chang Geng frowned slightly, then suddenly realized what was happening.

"You deliberately drove them away? You didn't intend to take the Yin-Yang Sword Lotus yourself?"

The Heavenly Emperor still wore a kind smile.

"How can such a treasure be forced?"

"Besides, the Sword Tomb has existed since ancient times, at least two million years ago."

"Over the past two million years, there have been lucky individuals who have entered the Sword Tomb, but why has the Yin-Yang Sword Lotus never reacted at all?"

Upon hearing the Heavenly Emperor's words, Chang Geng's heart suddenly tightened, and his eyes widened in surprise:

"You mean...this sword lotus already has an owner?"

The Heavenly Emperor put away the False Mirror of All Living Beings, put his hands behind his back, and looked into the depths of the Sword Tomb with an inscrutable expression.

"It's highly likely. Perhaps this lucky person is still weak, and we can subdue him with sheer force."

"But the Sword Lotus, such a peerless divine object, cannot be obtained by brute force."

"Rather than that, it's better to leave him a chance..."

At this point, the Heavenly Emperor turned to look at Chang Geng and smiled:

"Besides, I simply cannot bring myself to kill and rob..."

Chang Geng stared blankly at the Heavenly Emperor.

Suddenly I understood a principle.

Why has the Heavenly Court been able to dominate the Heavenly Realm for millions of years and remain standing?

There were once peerless immortal sects in the celestial realm, but they rose and fell over millions of years, and in the end, only the Heavenly Court remained...

If every Heavenly Emperor were like this, how could the Heavenly Court not become powerful?

Chang Geng slowly exhaled, scattering the surging sea of ​​swords with a wave of his hand, and nodded slightly:

"In that case, I'll take my leave..."

Having said that, Chang Geng vanished in a flash.

Only the Heavenly Emperor remained at the scene.

He looked again into the depths of the sword mound, his eyes gleaming as if he had seen through something.

"This aura... seems somewhat familiar..."

After muttering this nonsensical remark to himself, the Heavenly Emperor shattered the void with one foot, and an ancient starry road appeared beneath his feet. He entered it and disappeared.

After these quasi-emperors left, the sea of ​​swords in the Sword Tomb gradually calmed down.

The strange phenomenon caused by the birth of the Yin-Yang Sword Lotus in the sky also disappeared.

It was as if nothing had happened.

However, there are still many martial arts masters lingering outside the Sword Tomb.

Given the Heavenly Emperor's pride, he would disdain doing anything like murder and plunder.

But such things are extremely common in the Xuanhuang Great World.

Therefore, the purpose of these people staying here is self-evident.

After all, that is an immortal elixir, and there have only been five of them in the entire Xuanhuang Great World, across the Three Domains and Nine Provinces, from ancient times to the present.

Who wouldn't be tempted?

It's just that the result was destined to disappoint them.

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Deep within the Sword Tomb, in the center of that endless ocean of sword energy.

Qingfeng maintained the posture of transmitting magical power.

However, his body was already depleted, and he could no longer summon any magical power.

The death energy, which had been suppressed below the knees, began to spread rapidly.

Qingfeng was in a daze, with only a sliver of consciousness remaining.

He had no idea how much of a sensation his actions had caused.

But he knew he was about to die.

Or rather, his physical body was about to completely decay, thus losing all connection with the Great Dao.

Just as Qingfeng was beginning to feel despair, the lotus seedpod seemed to have finally completed its final transformation.

All the strange phenomena were collected within the lotus pod.

It burrowed into the two lotus seeds.

Suddenly, an extremely dense spiritual energy erupted.

Two lotus seeds, one gold and one blue, flew out from it, intertwining and fluttering about.

In the last moment before Qingfeng lost consciousness, the two lotus seeds finally fell, one on the left and one on the right, into Qingfeng's palms.

Qingfeng also fell into a coma, and his primordial spirit entered a state of self-preservation and began to sleep. In order to prevent his primordial spirit from being affected, he had no choice but to give up his physical body.

But Qingfeng didn't see that after the two lotus seeds landed in his palm, the golden one immediately burst out with a pure and extremely high-grade power.

The blue lotus seed slowly withdrew all its light and divine intent, becoming ordinary and unremarkable.

The golden energy contained the purest and most vibrant sword intent in the world. Without Qingfeng needing to refine it with magic, it autonomously entered his body and traveled along his meridians.

The deathly aura that had been lingering in Qingfeng's body and could not be eliminated was like frost and snow meeting a raging fire, being forced out of his body at a visible speed.

The moment it appeared on the island outside Qingfeng's body, endless sword energy rushed towards it, only to disappear completely in an instant.

Meanwhile, Qingfeng's body, which had been so decayed that it showed no signs of life, was recovering to normal at an incredible speed.

In just a few breaths, there was no damage whatsoever.

But this was only the most insignificant change in Qingfeng.

The true transformation is invisible to the naked eye; his internal organs, bones, meridians, flesh, and even every cell are undergoing transformation.

A sword intent flowed naturally from his body.

And it travels along the meridians straight into the Divine Court and Purple Palace.

Qingfeng's dormant primordial spirit was suddenly awakened.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, a long sword of indistinct form drifted in.

Qingfeng subconsciously reached out, and the longsword landed in his hand.

This sword is neither metal nor stone, neither air nor illusion.

Without a physical object, it's like a concept, or rather, an idea.

It contains an ultimate light and vitality, as if it were not a sword meant to kill.

Rather, it is a sword of creation capable of cleaving through nothingness and creating all things.

"This is..."

A flash of inspiration appeared in his primordial spirit.

He suddenly understood where the sword came from and what its origins were.

With a thought, the formless sword of creation merged seamlessly with Qingfeng's primordial spirit.

In an instant, they merged into one, becoming indistinguishable.

This also signifies that Qingfeng has completed its final transformation.

He opened his eyes suddenly, having been unconscious for an unknown period of time.

In an instant, the island was surrounded by seas on all sides.

The seawater, formed from endless sword energy, surged and churned, as if celebrating or scrutinizing.

Qingfeng, holding the Spring Breeze in his hand, stood in the center of the island, looked around, and with a thought, spoke:

"Certainly..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sea of ​​sword energy subsided, and in an instant, the ocean of sword energy returned to calm, without any further ripples.