Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

The Sword Tomb fell silent.

True quiet.

The snow is still falling.

But all those shouts of fighting, killing, eliminating demons, and upholding justice for the common people have vanished.

The righteous path is gone, the demonic sect is gone, and the seven good disciples are gone too.

All that remained were corpses scattered on the ground and broken swords strewn across the mountain.

Gu Changjin's figure was still floating in mid-air.

His old robe fluttered in the wind, his white hair was disheveled by the wind and snow, and he still looked old.

But no one dares to say he's old.

At least, those who are approaching the Sword Tomb dare not.

Gu Changjin looked down at his hands.

He was very withered and thin; the blood and energy beneath his skin had deteriorated to the extreme.

After that sword strike, the last bit of life force in this body was almost completely drained.

It's not that I'm tired.

It's time for them to die.

The centenarian swordsman's body, which was essentially another self, was not going to last long to begin with.

Now that the obsession is over, the Dao traces should return to their rightful place.

Gu Changjin could feel that the Dao Fruit deep within his sea of ​​consciousness was pulling him back.

The harvest time has arrived.

However, before it completely collapsed, he sensed many auras approaching from afar.

Not weak.

And it's very neat.

Not a wandering swordsman.

He is a member of the imperial court.

Gu Changjin's lips twitched.

Sure enough, with the martial world in such a chaotic state, how could the imperial court possibly remain completely silent?

The righteous path, the demonic sect, and the Sword Tomb were all thrown into chaos.

The imperial court has probably been keeping an eye on this for a long time.

These people are quite tolerant, though.

Only after he had slaughtered both the righteous and the demonic factions did he dare to approach.

It's smart, but also pretty boring.

Gu Changjin suddenly had a mischievous urge.

Since we're already here, it would be a disservice to this centenarian sword god not to put on an act.

He lightly touched the ground with his feet, and his figure rose higher again, standing in mid-air, with the wind and snow swirling around him.

He suppressed the last wisp of spiritual energy into his voice, which then spread in all directions.

"For a hundred years I have sat in solitude before the sword tomb, where once a single sword pressed down upon the old rivers and skies."

"Today, having killed my disciple, my worldly ties are severed; only now do I realize that I am no longer of this mortal realm."

"The righteous and the demonic are all turned into snow before the mountain, and ten thousand swords sing in unison to send me off as an immortal."

"If you ask where the embers have gone, they will bloom again above the azure sky."

The sound faded.

The imperial experts who had just arrived from afar all froze in place.

at the foot of the mountain.

Thousands of armored soldiers stopped in their tracks and looked up toward the Sword Tomb.

Pei Hanshan, the commander of the Zhenwu Division of the Great Jing Dynasty, wore a black cloak, held a waist knife, and his pupils contracted sharply.

What did he see?

The mountain was littered with corpses.

The righteous masters are dead, and the demonic masters are dead.

The Black Lotus Demon Lord is dead.

Even Gu Changjin's seven personal disciples were all dead.

And that centenarian sword god was standing in mid-air.

White hair flying, sword intent pressing down on the sky.

Like a person.

It doesn't look like a human.

The next instant, a white light shone from Gu Changjin's body.

It doesn't seem to be the work of internal force, nor does it seem to be a phantom image refracted by light.

It seems more like heaven and earth are guiding something.

Pei Hanshan's expression changed drastically.

"Sword God!"

He had just uttered two words.

The aged figure in mid-air was gradually fading in the white light.

Finally, it disappeared completely.

Just like that, right under everyone's noses, it's gone?

As the wind and snow fell, only the sword mark that had just cleaved the mountain remained on the Sword Tomb, as if the sky had been split open.

The court officials were all dumbfounded. A young guard from the Zhenwu Guard murmured, "My lord... what is this?"

Pei Hanshan remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he looked at the mountain full of corpses, then at the spot where Gu Changjin had disappeared, his voice hoarse.

"Ascension to heaven in broad daylight."

Later, rumors circulated in the martial arts world.

On that day, Gu Changjin, the Sword God of Ash Snow, slaughtered both the righteous and demonic factions at the Sword Tomb, quelling the chaos in the martial world in one fell swoop, and then ascended to heaven in broad daylight.

As for why he ascended to heaven, there are many theories circulating in the martial arts world.

Some say that Gu Jianshen committed too many killings in his life, and in his later years he had an epiphany, severed all karmic ties, and ascended to heaven.

Some say that Gu Jianshen walks the path of ruthless swordsmanship, and killing his disciples is only the first step; truly severing worldly ties is to kill both the righteous and the demonic.

Even more outrageous, some people have even come up with a so-called method for ascension.

He kills his disciples to prove his path, and severs his relatives to ascend to immortality.

For a time, many reclusive old monsters scared their disciples so much that they fled overnight.

of course.

Gu Changjin was unaware of these matters.

……

The secret chamber of Lingdao Peak.

Gu Changjin suddenly opened his eyes.

The next moment, his eyes changed.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the Dao Fruit trembled slightly.

The figure of the centenarian swordsman finally became clear from its blurry state.

White hair, old robe.

A man with a sword stands before a mountain covered in broken swords.

Then, the figure scattered like a candle flickering in the wind, turning into countless tiny specks of light that disappeared into the Dao Fruit.

Immediately afterwards, it flowed into Gu Changjin's body along with the Dao Fruit.

boom!

Gu Changjin let out a muffled groan.

It doesn't hurt.

is too much.

The centenarian swordsman's lifelong swordsmanship experience, memories of battles, understanding of sword techniques, and life-or-death struggles all poured in.

Swordsmanship and internal energy cultivation are indeed at a lower level compared to the cultivation world.

To put it bluntly, it's not very useful.

But the understanding of swordsmanship isn't calculated that way.

A sword is just a sword.

A sword in the hands of an ordinary person is still a sword.

The sword in the cultivator's hand is also a sword.

Moreover, that old man is no ordinary person.

The more Gu Changjin received, the brighter his eyes became.

Finally, he couldn't help but curse.

"Holy crap."

Is he or I cultivating immortality in this martial arts world?

Limitless Sword Body.

This centenarian sword god was born with the Limitless Sword Body.

However, that world had no cultivation traditions, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was pitifully thin, so he could only use martial arts to refine his sword, relying on mortal martial arts to hone his sword body to its limit.

No wonder he could dominate the martial arts world for sixty years with a single sword.

No wonder he was still able to kill both the righteous and demonic factions so badly that they couldn't even raise their heads.

Even more outrageous is...

He also comprehended the essence of swordsmanship.

It's not sword momentum, nor sword energy.

It is the true prototype of sword intent.

In the cultivation world, normally only Nascent Soul sword cultivators would be qualified to touch this thing.

And now, it all belongs to Gu Changjin.

"Okay, okay."

Gu Changjin smiled.

This is a huge profit.

The Dao Fruit continues to operate.

Everything remaining of the centenarian sword god—his physical body, blood and qi, martial arts internal strength, and remnants of his soul—was refined into a pure power by the Dao Fruit.

Gu Changjin gave this power a very catchy name.

Return to the One Dao.

After the traces of the Dao return to oneness, they nourish the primordial energy of one's true self.

The moment the Dao Yuan entered his body, the golden core in his dantian trembled violently.

The golden core, which was originally covered with fine lines and on the verge of collapse, was smoothed out again as if by an invisible hand.

The cracks disappeared, and the decay dissipated.

The radiance was restored to its full glory.

Flawless and without omission.

Immediately afterwards, the sword intent of the Ember Sun swirled around the Golden Core.

boom!

Gu Changjin's internal energy surged.

Mid-stage Golden Core.

Peak of the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm.

Late stage of Golden Core!

The array in the secret chamber lit up instantly, and layers of restrictions were activated, forcibly suppressing the aura that spread out when he broke through.

Gu Changjin slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

As he exhaled that breath, he felt as if he had become decades younger.

Of course, she still looks old.

But that stale, decaying smell of impending death was gone.

Lifespan increases dramatically.

Three hundred years.

What was originally a life of at most three months suddenly became three hundred years.

Gu Changjin felt an unprecedented power within his body, and the smile on his face grew wider and wider.

The lifespan crisis is resolved.

The Golden Elixir was damaged and repaired.

His cultivation level jumped from the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm to the late-stage of the Golden Core realm in one go.

More importantly, he is now a sword cultivator in the late Golden Core stage.

He also mastered sword intent.

This is interesting.

The deadly battle three days from now...

Gu Changjin leaned against the futon and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Do they all want this old ancestor to die?

Now this old ancestor is no longer dead.

What should you do then?

I really want to see the faces of those filial sons and grandsons of the Gu family soon.

And then there's the righteous and principled Sect Leader Yun.

If she knew that the old man she had pushed to his death had not only survived but had become even stronger.

She looks very well.

Gu Changjin laughed for a while, then quickly regained his composure.

He didn't bask in his joy for long.

Having lived two lives and received the memories of a hundred-year-old sword god, he understood one principle very well.

If you can make money in one round, you should start thinking about the second.

Since the Dao Fruit can guide once, it can naturally guide a second time.

If there were no restrictions, he might as well go into seclusion and not come out.

Forget about deathmatches, sects, and the Gu family—put them all aside for now.

Just keep attacking him until he becomes an immortal before you leave.

stable.

That's too stable.

Gu Changjin immediately immersed himself in his sea of ​​consciousness, trying to sense the second figure of himself.

result.

No response.

The fruit of the Dao hung there silently.

The countless figures remained blurry, yet not a single one lit up.

Gu Changjin frowned.

The next instant, an invisible wave emanated from the Dao Fruit.

He instantly understood.

It's not that we can't continue.

He can't handle it now.

The Tao fruit integrates the self and others, and is not the superficial or fleeting experience or mere recollection that ordinary people might think.

Instead, it fused together all of his swordsmanship, divine intent, remnants of true spirit, and even his lifelong obsession from that lifetime.

His past life was a mortal world, his present life is a foundation for the Dao, plus the heaven-reaching sword intent of that hundred-year-old sword god who almost burned out his divine soul before his death.

The three lifetimes of mind and divine will intertwined within his Niwan Palace, completely filling his existing Golden Core Sea of ​​Consciousness. Even the edges of his Niwan Palace were beginning to crack due to the immense and complex divine will.

The Niwan Palace of a cultivator is the 'container' that holds the true spirit.

If one cannot find a supreme secret technique or a treasure to expand one's soul, broaden one's sea of ​​consciousness, and temper one's soul, blindly attempting to create another self will only lead to one fate...

When multiple souls of the other self collide, the Niwan Palace (a point on the head) explodes on the spot, and the true spirit of the self is also washed away by the violent karma of the other self, turning into an unconscious idiot.

"Tsk."

Gu Changjin felt a little regretful.

But it's acceptable.

One should not be too greedy.

Of course, that's just what I said.

I'm still greedy at heart.

He slowly opened his eyes and began to rethink the situation before him.

The death match will take place in three days.

In name, it was the Xuan Yang Sect and the Chi Xiao Sect vying for the Cold Marrow Mine.

However, in the original owner's memories, things weren't that simple.

The mineral vein is just the stated reason.

The real cause was Yun Qingli's precious junior brother, Lu Huaizhen.

Mid-stage of foundation building.

Pseudo-spiritual root.

However, his cultivation speed is not slow.

He usually appears cautious and low-key, and does things cleanly, yet he is very trusted by Yun Qingli.

The death of the direct disciple of the Crimson Cloud Sect was also related to him.

Gu Changjin tapped the futon lightly with his fingers.

He has a pseudo-spiritual root, cultivates quickly, is cautious, and gets protected by the female sect leader after causing trouble, even having others fight to the death for him.

Gu Changjin narrowed his eyes.

Ok?

Element detection in progress.