Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

"The majesty of a supreme being is not so easily trampled upon... Wait, who is that woman in gorgeous clothes...?"

Some people recognized Ba Sheng; they had witnessed his intrusion into Jianba Mountain years ago, and some were even survivors of the event.

"How could someone from the lower realms have such a long lifespan, living to this day? Wait, wasn't she dead?"

"Even if he were alive, it wouldn't matter. Back then, the Heavenly Sword God was only in a weak period of rebirth, and this woman had the upper hand in sword intent. Moreover, since then, the Heavenly Sword God and the other supreme beings have reached new peaks. Even if ten more Ba Shengs came, it would be useless!"

As Chu Mingkong drew closer, the flying swords materialized into human form, with cultivators dressed in sword robes standing on various parts of the mountain rocks.

The heatwave blew by, sending sparks flying from the swordsman's robes.

"Is this a process of overcoming obstacles and slowly fighting my way through you, or what kind of procedure is it?"

Chu Mingkong said as he walked.

His massive black body cast long shadows across the lava-covered landscape. A black python, emerging from his heart, coiled around his left arm and climbed onto the halberd in his hand.

On his shoulder, Ba Sheng sat with his legs crossed, his sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes looking down at this land he had visited once before, with a calm and indifferent expression.

Faced with Chu Mingkong's question, the cultivators of Sword Tyrant Mountain were speechless for a moment, none of them daring to take the lead.

Going to stop them would be tantamount to suicide. This demon from the lower realm is capable of easily defeating a Saint Venerable. What use would it be for these cultivators to stand up to him?

But if we don't stop them, it's tantamount to letting this person run rampant.

This is Sword Overlord Mountain, not the forbidden area of ​​the Spirit Palace where he hides!

Chu Mingkong seemed to understand what these sword cultivators were thinking, and smiled considerately:

"You talk about how the people of the lower realm are, but you're actually terrified. I won't make things difficult for you. Just send someone to lead the way. Otherwise, even if you all die, you won't be able to hurt me much."

Suddenly, a sword's cry seemed to come from the heavens above.

The sword cultivators' bodies trembled violently, their knees buckled, and they crashed to the ground. A sense of awe and submission welled up in their hearts, and they all looked back in unison.

The chaotic, thick clouds in the sky dispersed, shaken apart by the sound of the sword's cry; there was no sky there, only a void.

Because all the spiritual energy and the essence of heaven and earth were devoured by that enormous being in the void.

That is the Heavenly Sword God.

Its blade blotted out the sky, as if it were the sun of Sword Overlord Mountain. Looking up at it from afar, the oppressive feeling was so strong that it was suffocating.

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The three holy maidens of Xuechuan Divine City stood outside the territory of Jianba Mountain.

They could feel the terrifying pressure emanating from the Heavenly Sword Body from afar, and couldn't help but wonder if they could really save Chu Mingkong even if they came.

"This is what it feels like when supreme beings unleash their power... Even the wrath of the heavens cannot surpass this."

"The Palace Master is also such an existence; only an existence of the same kind could possibly stand against him."

"Will we be able to save Chu Mingkong in time?"

"We can only hope that he can use the Palace Master's attack in time to save his life. Maybe we will be able to see the Palace Master make a move after so long!"

On the other side, the Heavenly Demon Saint Venerable's feelings were no different.

They had intended to step forward and express their stance on behalf of the Heavenly Demon Clan, but now they are hesitant to make any progress, fearing that they might be affected by the power of the Heavenly Sword God.

"Before these supreme beings, we holy beings are no different from mortals... Why is this so?"

"The ultimate goal of diligent practice seems to be to stop indulging in delusions and understand that effort is ultimately futile..."

Chu Mingkong became the only one standing in this place, and the extremely Yin aura surrounding him eroded the pressure of the Heavenly Sword God.

But in his heart, there was more emotion than anything else:

"It's been a long time coming, we've finally seen one of the pinnacles of the Heavenly Realm!"

The Heavenly Sword God also spoke at this moment, his emotions were calm, but his voice was like thunder!

[A region is indeed unique, always able to give birth to some special people and special powers... Perhaps we should no longer allow the region to waste the resources of heaven and earth like this. The more extraordinary people and fruits it gives birth to, the more it is wasted. I need these powers.]

Back in the era of the Witchcraft Tribe, we were truly young. We forged our souls with divine energy, even plundering it from our companions. After achieving great mastery, we couldn't wait to shed our old bodies and fly into the celestial realm, never imagining that the underworld held so many hidden treasures of heaven and earth.

Amidst the terrifying, almost tangible sword intent, a figure, either male or female, appeared on the hilt of the colossal sword.

His skin was grotesque, broken into pieces, like porcelain shards forcibly pieced together.

His sword intent was even more bizarre. Stripped of that oppressive aura, his sword intent became unintentional, devoid of any sword comprehension, yet possessing the purest power.

"Back then you still had your own sword intent, but now you've lost it."

As Ba Sheng spoke, he frowned slightly.

Even without intent, it is still intent, because strength is not determined by anyone's understanding of the sword path. No matter how perfectly you hone your sword intent, does it matter in the face of absolute cultivation level?

Furthermore, an excessively strong sense of self can even hinder the absorption of sword intent.

"Absorption of sword intent?" Chu Mingkong stared at the ever-changing figure.

Tianjian Shen was in a good mood and didn't mind chatting with Chu Mingkong and the others for a while longer.

This pleasant feeling probably stems from the certainty that the other party will inevitably face defeat, and then one can wash away the unfortunate loss suffered at Ba Sheng's hands in the past.

Yes, Buddhism draws upon the vows of believers to nourish its own soul. Look at those Buddhists, they offer up their vows and give away most of their souls, leaving only emptiness in their hearts. And they can still call this enlightenment.

The intense sword intent would make me reject the sword intent of others, making me feel like I am the only one who matters. But I abandoned that stubborn sense of self and accepted the sword intent of those sword cultivators, letting them be the only ones who matter.

No matter how high a cultivator stands, they are always within the realm of heaven and earth. Therefore, heaven and earth are the most powerful forces, and since they are impartial and selfless, only by abandoning one's stubborn, egotistical sword intent can one reach that level of power!

"So, your Sword Tyrant Mountain uses people as materials for forging swords, and you use sword intent to nourish souls?!"

In Chu Mingkong's mind, the Yin-Yang Chaotic Soul Array that had nearly refined his master and the other sisters flashed by...

Then, there came that strange apprentice-recruiting team...

All of this was to provide "nourishment" for the Heavenly Sword God!

[Enough of this idle talk. My subordinate, the Holy Venerable, is powerless against your extreme Yin energy, but before the difference in cultivation levels, your power is nothing but an illusion!]

In the words of the Heavenly Sword God, Chu Mingkong was directly referred to as the power of extreme Yin, as if he were a kind of tonic, food, or material.

The figure on the hilt raised its hand, empty, yet its posture resembled that of someone holding a sword.

A sword that is invisible and intangible.

At the same time, the towering sword in the void began to move. It was lifted up by an invisible force, and its porcelain-cracked blade poured out endless sword intent, because the Heavenly Sword God had already plundered the sword intent of countless sword cultivators over countless years.

This sword is named, the Sword of Selflessness and the Sentient Beings!

The cultivators of Sword Tyrant Mountain all hurriedly retreated. They had only just sensed the power of that power, and they all felt that they were facing endless sword intent. Each sword intent was unique and completely different. However, with the blessing of the Heavenly Sword God's cultivation, the power of these sword intents was amplified to an unimaginable degree.

"No, this sword strike has absolutely no extreme Yang power. We have to find a way to force it to use its extreme Yang power!" Chu Mingkong secretly communicated with his companion.

So now we have no choice but to withstand this sword strike. We must apply enough pressure to make the Heavenly Sword God take the power of extreme Yin seriously!

Chu Mingkong gritted his teeth, brandishing the Black Python Halberd, and flew into the air, transforming into a black meteor to crash against the opponent's blade. His other hand, like a sharp claw, firmly gripped the opponent's sword. Extreme Yin power spread from his claw, but the erosion was slow.

As expected of one of the few supreme beings in the Heavenly Realm, the Heavenly Sword God was so powerful that Chu Mingkong could hardly see any way to stop his attack when the two weapons clashed.

Black Blood's body was slammed straight down, dust billowed up, and a large crater appeared in the ground. Chu Mingkong stood on the ground with difficulty, his legs still pressed into the earth by the enormous force. Moreover, the power of the Heavenly Sword God's sword had not even been fully released, and the pressure Chu Mingkong felt continued to deepen.

This sword strike is meant to cleave the entire land of the Heavenly Realm in half!

Chu Mingkong, who could easily deal with the Holy Venerable at this time, was still caught off guard despite having prepared himself mentally.

Precarious.

Zuo Donglu manipulated a series of agile flying swords, their tips meeting and their blades joining together, like a drill to meet Chu Mingkong's attack.

Ba Sheng's expression was solemn. The power of rebirth from the underworld divine kingdom condensed into a red and black sword in her slender hand. The hilt was decorated with spider lilies, and the blade surged with a ghostly aura.

"The Sword of Selflessness and All Beings, before I was dealing with the sword intent of you, Heavenly Sword God, but now it has become the sword intent that you have devoured."

[All beings are me, and I am all beings. What, you think your sword intent can break my power?]

"My sword intent is long gone; I'm borrowing the power of others."

The power of rebirth manifested as a female phantom behind Ba Sheng, who unleashed a sword strike with breathtaking force.

A gigantic abyssal beast lunged out from the sword strike, its black light colliding with the Heavenly Sword God's blade.

This is the ferocious beast that the Asura King and she fought in the depths of the abyss. Ba Sheng lured it into the underworld.

Meanwhile, chaos reigned on the front of Sword Tyrant Mountain, with sounds of fighting rising and falling, as Zuo Qiuchi rampaged through the area.

In the constant clash of sword intents, her Fallen Immortal Sword Technique and sword intent complemented each other, growing stronger with each battle, and she never saw an upper limit.

In other words, she just used the sword cultivators from Sword Tyrant Mountain to enhance the power of her own sword techniques.

"Here it comes! You brat, I'll only use this one sword strike!"

A figure in a white dress rushed towards her, Zuo Qiuchi striding with explosive power and lithe legs, dragging the Extinction Heavy Sword as she charged forward.

The power of the Fallen Immortal Sword Technique has reached the limit of what she can control, and also the limit that the Extinction Heavy Sword can withstand—an inconceivable limit.

The sword, battle-hardened through countless battles, developed cracks. The tip of the sword did not touch the ground, but after she passed by, deep fissures appeared in the earth.

Zuo Qiuchi, though seemingly rough, was actually quite meticulous. She locked onto the spot that had been eroded by the extreme Yin power and swung her sword at it.

The Extinction Greatsword appeared extremely small in front of the Heavenly Sword God's enormous, all-encompassing blade.

However, after the two blades clashed, the Heavenly Sword God's sword was actually chipped open by the tiny heavy sword!

After this sword strike, the Extinction Greatsword shattered and turned to ashes.

The figure standing in the void seemed to show a slight surprise, which quickly turned into greed and longing.

If I possessed this sword intent, I might even be able to break through the limits of power and slay the other fellow Daoists!

Only a few other supreme beings could be addressed as fellow Daoists by the Heavenly Sword God.

Chu Mingkong quickly absorbed Zuo Qiuchi into the Black Blood Body to prevent her from being attacked.

In this initial exchange, Chu Mingkong had to use almost all his strength to block the sword strike, leaving everyone feeling heavy-hearted.

Outside Sword Overlord Mountain, more and more Saint Realm experts were attracted, and even the eyes of those supreme beings were secretly watching.

They were wary of each other, but their focus was on the battle within Sword Tyrant Mountain.

Even though the Heavenly Sword God was unharmed, these Saint Realm experts were all amazed and horrified by Chu Mingkong's side.

These eighth-tier Saint Realm cultivators are, in theory, the group whose cultivation is closest to that of the supreme beings.

But they knew perfectly well that if the supreme beings got serious, they wouldn't be able to withstand even a single blow!