Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Zhang Ruochen stood at the top of Mount Sword, high-spirited and full of energy. He raised his voice and said, “A swordsman should show his sharpness, break the clouds, and split the Moon. One shall not sleep here and turn into rust. Seniors, are you willing to leave with ? I will pick the fated ones among the new civilization in Swordsphere to inherit your Swordsmanship.”
Clang!
Thousands of swords chid in unison, their voices lasting for a long ti.
“Okay!”
Zhang Ruochen pressed his hands on his temples and activated Shenwu Mark of Ti and Dinsion between his eyebrows. He collected all the thousands of swords on Mount Sword and placed them in Qiankun Realm.
Then, a sword domain enveloped by a strong sword comprehension appeared in Qiankun Realm.
Most of these swords had lost their spirituality and were like scrap tal. However, there were still so famous swords that would last forever. They were genuinely divine weapons.
Zhang Ruochen’s words weren’t nonsense. He truly wanted to revive Swordsphere.
On Battlefield of Celestial-Hunting, Zhang Ruochen had promised Southern Sword Realm’s Supre Lord to protect Southern Sword Realm for ten thousand years and pass down his teachings to Southern Sword Realm. At the ti, he had only treated this as a deal.
Later, he competed with Dishastan, Hall of Permanence, and Roopkund Sea. That was only because he had wanted to fulfill his promise.
However, when he ca to the tomb forest of the Swordsmanship, he had obtained 0.01% of Canon of Swordsmanship, received the purification of myriad swords, and the sword soul of Ancestral Swordmaster. He had also seen the glory and destruction of Swordsphere. He was deeply moved. It was as if he had beco a part of Swordsphere.
Therefore, reviving Swordsphere and promoting Swordsmanship was neither a deal nor a promise. It was sothing he wanted to do from the bottom of his heart.
Zhang Ruochen walked in the desolate tomb forest. His footprints were deep. He looked at the mottled tombstones and the scabbard in front of the gravestones.
There was a tomb, but no one was there.
There was a scabbard, but the sword did not return.
He could not help but feel emotional. He chanted,
“The 3,000 divine swords left the scabbard, but no one returned to the hundred-mile sky tomb.
“The people who buried the swords lost their courage, but we will win in the future generations.”
...
Zhang Ruochen and Le set out on their way back.
Zhang Ruochen had obtained the Canon of the Swordsmanship, the sword spirit, and condensed Heaven Sword Soul in Hundred-Shackle Realm. The trip to Fane of Origin had been completed.
Two more things needed to be done.
First, he had to see if Bai Qing’er had lured cultivators from the major forces to Fane of Origin.
For her, this was the final test to steel herself before she beca a god. Thus, she would definitely co. Moreover, the bigger the matter, the better it is. The more chaotic it was, the more she could retreat successfully.
This was precisely what Zhang Ruochen wanted too.
Second, Zhang Ruochen had to think of a way to protect Southern Sword Realm as much as possible.
This was a change of attitude after going to the tomb forest of Swordsmanship.
Before this, he just wanted to save more creatures of the Southern Sword Realm. He did not have such a strong sense of responsibility.
The more he got, the heavier the responsibility.
There were only two ways to save Southern Sword Realm.
Either he kept Southern Sword Realm away or lure the gods elsewhere.
Southern Sword Realm was vast. With Zhang Ruochen’s current cultivation, he could barely bear the growing Qiankun Realm. Obviously, he could not take it into his Sea of Qi.
Ordinary gods wouldn’t be able to carry a macroworld like Southern Sword Realm. Only Gods that had to survive the Yuanhui tribulation could.
However, since Fane of Origin was also in Southern Sword Realm, it was likely that only a deity would be able to keep Southern Sword Realm in his own Divine Plane.
If Zhang Ruochen wanted to protect Southern Sword Realm, he could only think of ways to lure the gods elsewhere.
However, he was only a Hundred-Shackle Realm Supre Saint. Let alone lure the gods away. One strike from the gods, and he’ll be dead.
Just as Zhang Ruochen was thinking hard, Intergold Tiger’s voice rang out. “My Intergold Divine Plane could hold it for a short ti if Fane of Origin is taken away, and only Southern Sword Realm is left.”
“You can release divine power and take over Southern Sword Realm?” Zhang Ruochen asked in surprise.
Intergold Tiger said, “Of course, I can’t release too much divine power. I can only release the Divine Plane. Moreover, you will have to bear the Divine Plane. Only then can we hide from the heavenly’s perception. Otherwise, when the heavenly punishnt cos, we will all die.”
“Okay, that’s decided for now.”
With Intergold Tiger’s help, Zhang Ruochen felt the burden on his shoulders lighten. He also felt more confident.
...
Fane of Origin had long been reduced to ruins. There were broken walls everywhere.
There were broken walls that were hundreds of feet high. Colossal Kylin stone carvings were standing in the rubble. There were sword tablets that fell under the ravine. They were so broken yet so magnificent.
There were also broken arrays and ancient Divine Marks of slaughter scattered everywhere.
Even if a Supre Saint barges in, one could trigger the formation and invite death.
However, Sikong the Elder and Sikong the Younger could not care less. Their robes were tattered, and their mouths were full of blood as they fled through the ruins.
Every ti they triggered the formation, Sword Qi would fly out and strike them, causing the two monks to scream in pain.
Yet, they did not dare to stop. Behind them, the sound of water breaking could be heard. There were dozens of Supre Saints chasing after them.
“Master, you should go first. We will stop them.”
Zhen Sha, Zhen Tan, and Zhen Wang’s bodies released powerful Death Qi and Precept Domain. They turned into three bright light beams and charged toward the pursuers behind them.
The three of them were all in Banshi Isshou stage.
With the power of the three of them, they were able to defeat dozens of Supre Saints without using any weapons. If they weren’t rciful and didn’t have any killing intent, a Supre Saint might have already died.
A loud shout ca from afar, “You are the White Reapers from Fane of Death, not a Buddhist cultivator. Get it straight.”
The voice contained a mighty spiritual power and death telekinesis.
Zhen Sha, Zhen Tan, Zhen Wang’s spiritual power, and saint soul were stunned and stood rooted to the ground.
Nan Sheng and the four Supre Saints of Fane of Death flew over quickly. Their bodies cut through the thick water, leaving behind five streaks of white water ripples.
When they saw Nan Sheng, the dozens of Supre Saints around them looked at each other in dismay. They revealed fear and frightened expressions as they retreated quickly.
They all knew that Sikong the Elder and Sikong the Younger had a lot of origin sacred dicine on them, so they were unwilling to give up. They continued to wander far away, waiting for an opportunity to fish in troubled waters.
Nan Sheng stood on the shoulder of a broken stone sculpture more than 30 ters tall. He glanced at Sikong the Elder and Sikong the Younger, who was running away. He laughed mockingly. “Two re Neverwilt Realm Supre Saints want to escape after seeing .”
“Nan Sheng, don’t kill them. Since they call Zhang Ruochen senior uncle, they might be useful to capture him,” said a Fane of Death Supre Saint with a crocodile head.
Nan Sheng nodded. He released his spiritual power and ford two gray chains.
The gray chains were ford by heavenly and earthly precepts. Like two spiritual snakes, they wrapped around Sikong the Elder and Sikong the Younger.
“Don’t hurt my two masters.”
Zhen Sha neutralized Nan Sheng’s spiritual power. Buddhist light appeared in his eyes. He pressed his palms together, and a giant sword a hundred feet long appeared above his head.
He slashed down with his hands, and the huge sword followed suit.
Boom!
The two spiritual power chains broke.
“Well done, Zhen Sha.” Sikong the Elder turned around and could not help but praise.
Nan Sheng was at a loss at first. Then, he turned furious. He could faintly hear the laughter of the Supre Saints from afar.
It was unknown whether they were mocking him or Fane of Death.
Fane of Death’s White Reaper had turned into a Buddhist cultivator. In turn, they beca the enemy of Fane of Death. Was there anything funnier than this?
Zhen Tan and Zhen Wang also neutralized Nan Sheng’s ntal suppression. They each ford a Buddha seal. A sword of slaughter condensed above their heads and attacked Nan Sheng.
“You two go and capture those two monks. I’ll suppress these three detestable things.”
Nan Sheng’s expression was dark. He took out a green rune fan and fanned it forward. Dense runes flew out and turned into hundreds and thousands of lightning bolts. They struck Zhen Sha, Zhen Tan, and Zhen Wang and sent them flying.
The four Supre Saints of Fane of Death went around and chased after Sikong the Elder and Sikong the Younger.
“Nan Sheng is too terrifying. He is also at Banshi Isshou Realm but can fight against three of them.”
“He is fighting against three of them? With a wave of his hand, he can defeat three of them. His battle prowess is comparable to that of a Paramount Realm Supre Saint.”
“The disciples of the Seven Elders are legendary figures of Deathkin. Do you think they are ordinary people? Let’s go. With Nan Sheng here, we can forget about taking advantage of them.”
...
The weakest of the four Supre Saints of Fane of Death was in Hundred-Shackle Realm.
However, this was Fane of Origin. They were worried that they would trigger the array formation and the Divine Marks of slaughter. Hence, they chased them for a long ti but failed to capture Sikong the Elder and Sikong the Younger.
They had launched long-range attacks and spiritual attacks before and managed to hit the two monks.
Strangely, Sikong the Elder and Sikong the Younger seed to have an indestructible body. They would spit out two mouthfuls of blood every hit and imdiately get up to continue fleeing.
“The Golden Body of the Buddhist Bodhisattva is actually so powerful?” The Deathkin Supre Saint with the head of a crocodile asked in astonishnt.
His attack from across space could have killed a peak stage Neverwilt Realm Supre Saint. However, after the fat monk was hit, he only rolled around on the ground like a rubber ball, imdiately got up, and continued to flee.
“Perhaps they are not only at Neverwilt Realm,” a Deathkin Supre Saint guessed.
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s suppress them first. They entered Fane of Origin before us. They must have picked a lot of sacred dicines.”
The crocodile-headed Deathkin Supre Saint was speedy. In an instant, he had caught up to Sikong the Elder. The hamr-shaped weapon in his hand glowed with the Light of Death. He suddenly raised it and smashed it at Sikong the Elder’s head.
The power of this hamr was not weaker than a full-powered strike from a Supre Saint in the Great Perfection stage of Hundred-Shackle Realm. He did not believe that the fat monk could still withstand it.
“Senior Uncle, you are finally here. Save .” Sikong the Elder looked ahead and was overjoyed.
The crocodile-headed Deathkin Supre Saint smiled coldly. He was not moved at all.
This fat monk had already used this move twice. Does he actually want to use it a third ti?
Just as the war hamr was about to land on Sikong the Elder’s head, the sound of a sword rang out.
Whoosh!
Ancient Abyssal Blade turned into a streak of black sword radiance and slashed at the crocodile-headed Deathkin Supre Saint’s body. His hand’s war hamr and body were broken into two as he was thrown backward.
The blood of the Deathkin Supre Saint dyed this area of water red.
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