"Those three people, who lured Xuan Yue to the Demon Realm Rift to seal it, all deserve to die!"
In Xuan Chi’s eyes too was an angry expression, "Has Sister Xuanqing captured them?"
"Of course, I have captured all three of them, right outside the Wuchen Residence! No matter who they are or what status they hold, for committing such a grave offense, death would not be enough to absolve them of their guilt!"
Xuanqing said with murderous intent.
Upon learning that there was a chance for Xuan Yue to beco the master of the World Sword, all the Devas of their main lineage were overjoyed to the point of near madness.
They spared no effort in teaching Xuan Yue over the years.
Whatever resources or cultivation techniques he desired were at his disposal, all to ensure that he would be grood as quickly as possible.
They did not need him to reach too high, just as long as he could cultivate into a Deva, then in the future...
If Master Wushi unfortunately passed away, with the power of the Divine Weapon after acknowledging its master, Xuan Yue would be able to uphold the sky for their lineage and contend with the Yuxu and Qingxu lineages.
However, if the news of Xuan Yue becoming the next master of the World Sword were to spread, there was no guarantee that the people of the Yuxu and Qingxu lineages wouldn’t have other ideas. Therefore, they had always kept the existence of Xuan Yue a strict secret, only allowing him to live within a few miles of the Wuchen Residence.
Yet, it was precisely their strict blockade, even their reluctance to let Xuan Yue have any contact with the outside world, that triggered his rebellious nature. Half a year ago, he suddenly escaped, intent on traveling the world.
The result...
When those three people sent him back, he had already been heavily injured by the Demon Spirits.
"Although we do not wish to disturb the Master, with such injuries... only the Master can take action."
Xuanwu said.
"The Master once personally guided Xuan Yue’s cultivation and acknowledged him as a disciple. He will not simply stand by and watch his soul be corroded by the residual demonic nature of the Demon Spirits."
Xuanqing nodded, his gaze turning toward the small courtyard built between the green mountains and clear waters.
According to rumors outside, the greatest master and the only Earthly True Immortal of Qiantian, Master Wushi, might have already fallen, yet nearly all the higher-level Devas in the Sanqing Hall knew that this great figure from a hundred years ago still existed in the form of a magic stabilizer.
Master Wu Nian and Master Wu Zhong fought fiercely, but always stopped short of destruction, all because of the deterrence from this Earthly True Immortal.
Only, for so unknown reason, ever since a hundred years ago, the Master has never again left the Wuchen Residence, and often there wasn’t even the slightest fluctuation emanating from his presence, as if he were in a state akin to suspended animation, causing them to dare not disturb him with anything trivial.
Soon, the three people arrived outside the Wuchen Residence.
An old man who had been guarding this manor imdiately stepped forward.
"Uncle Master Wu Zhen."
Seeing the elder, all three greeted him in unison.
"Is this Xuan Yue, that youngster?"
Uncle Master Wu Zhen did not pay heed to the three, his eyes fixed on the unconscious youth.
"It’s him."
Xuanqing nodded and then asked, "Has the Master... woken up?"
"The boy is lucky indeed, my brother has been conscious for a whole month now."
"A month?"
The expressions of Xuanqing, Xuanwu, and Xuan Chi, the three great Devas, could not help but reveal a hint of joy.
You see, in the past, it was only an hour, or even the duration of an incense stick that the Master maintained a conscious state.
Being conscious for an entire month like it was now...
"Is the Master going to fully awaken?"
Xuanqing asked in anticipation.
"This..."
Wu Zhen seed hesitant.
At this mont, his expression changed as if he had received so ssage, "I will take you to see my brother."
No sooner had he spoken than he led the three of them and the comatose Xuan Yue into the Wuchen Residence.
Passing through a adow, they arrived at the edge of a small, crystal-clear pond that spanned three acres.
At that ti, under a centuries-old tree by the small pond, an old man with white hair and a beard that reached nearly to his waist was sitting cross-legged, looking at a painting on the stone table in front of him.
To be precise, there were three paintings.
The three paintings appeared to be layered, one on top of the other.
And in the painting at the bottom layer...
There were more than a dozen irregular circles.
So of these circles stood alone, while others were encompassed within a larger circle.
Yet all the circles were contained within one large circle.
Just as the three paintings were layered upon each other.
"Master."
Xuanqing, Xuanwu, and Xuan Chi looked at their Master, whom they had not seen in three or four years, their faces filled with excitent as they approached to pay their respects, their eyes ablaze with fervor.
This was their Master!
Master Wushi!
The greatest master under the heavens!
The only Earthly True Immortal in Qiantian!
A Supre genius in his own right!
In those days, he had reached the status of a Deva in just twenty years!
Yes, he began cultivation at the age of twelve and beca a Deva at thirty-two!
Even though his parents were high-ranking mbers of the Sanqing Hall and he was established with Treasure dicine from a young age, such talent was still seen once in a thousand years.
Master Wushi did not look up, but his gaze fell on those dozen or so irregular circles, sighing as he erased one of them.
After erasing that circle, the weariness in his eyes deepened.
Even...
He seed overwheld.
After a while, he raised his head again and looked at his disciples.
There was no ripple in his eyes, like a pond without any hint of disturbance, dead still.
In it, even the three disciples saw an essence of death.
"Master?!"
Xuanqing couldn’t help but cry out in alarm.
"It is of no concern."
Master Wushi’s gaze settled on Xuan Yue, whom they had brought...
"Let have a look."
He said directly.
"Your disciple is unfilial, needing to trouble the Master for such a trivial matter."
Xuanqing stepped forward, placing Xuan Yue down and laying him flat.
As she looked at the Master, white-haired and increasingly aged, a pang of sorrow struck her heart.
And when she thought of the three main culprits responsible for Xuan Yue’s injury by the Demon Spirits...
"Is it Zong Xuan?"
In her heart, she was already considering how to vent her resentnt.
While their main lineage dared not offend the people of the Yuxu and Yuqing lineages, apart from these two, there was no one in the world they could not kill.
"Demon Spirit Injury."
Master Wushi spoke indifferently, seemingly untroubled.
The world knew him as an invincible Earthly True Immortal.
But what they didn’t know was that two hundred years ago, when he had already made a na for himself as the unsurpassed top figure, he chose to walk the Heavenly Master Path because there was no further progress to be made.
Although Cultivation on the Heavenly Master Path required refining essence into energy, which could affect one’s cultivation base, by that ti, he was already standing at the pinnacle of the Cultivation World, so a partial loss of Essence wasn’t significant.
Moreover...
Compared to the Cultivator System, he was more gifted in the Heavenly Master Path.
In fact, he had achieved the status of Heavenly Monarch even earlier than Wan Wusheng and Zhang Daoyan, who were recruited by the Royal Family.
The term "supre genius" seed to be created just to describe them in their youth.
With just a glance, Master Wushi had a clear understanding in his heart.
He calmly reached out, extending a thread of Spiritual Sense into Xuan Yue’s body, intending to extract the demonic nature.
But just as he touched this demonic nature, it seed as though a soul-stirring sword cry echoed between heaven and earth.
"Clang!"
The sword cry shook the heavens.
Like the ringing of a grand bell, it resounded in the spiritual world of everyone present, reaching deep into their souls.
Not to ntion Master Wushi, a Heavenly Monarch, even the Devas like Xuanqing, Xuan Chi, Xuanwu, and Wu Zhen felt it distinctly clear.
Through the haze, they seed to see a sword with Great Sun Brilliance piercing through the clouds, releasing endless light and heat, illuminating all between heaven and earth with its vast and mighty force.
That sharpness, that ferocity, that destruction...
Froze the thoughts of all four Devas.
"Sky Extre Sword!"
After a long while, Wu Zhen, who had the most profound cultivation, let out a roar full of shock and anger.
The sword light that burst forth from Xuan Yue’s body and soared upwards along Master Wushi’s Spiritual Sense, was shattered by Master Wushi manifesting his True Spirit.
But as the sword light was destroyed, an even more fierce, wild, and sharp sword light had already crossed the sky, coming at breakneck speed while Master Wushi suppressed the sneak attack from the Sword Qi.
And seeing that figure, Xuanqing, who had been jolted awake, widened his eyes.
His face filled with disbelief.
"Zong Xuan!?"
That’s not right!
Zong Xuan is so unknown nobody!
The true Sword Master of the Sky Extre Sword is...
"Venerable Xuan Tian!?"
"Rumble!"
Sword Qi breaking the sky!
The atmosphere of heaven and earth beca solemn and deadly!
The void within a radius of dozens of miles seed as if it would be torn apart by this stormy sword Qi.
"Sky Extre Sword."
Master Wushi said sowhat sentintally, instinctively reaching out to grasp sothing...
But then, as if rembering sothing.
"It’s gone..."
In that mont of distraction, the boundless sword light of the Sky Extre Sword that illuminated and threatened all creatures, was already upon Master Wushi.
...
Almost at the sa ti.
In a mountain range thousands of miles away from Wuchen Residence.
This was the location of the Yuxu Lineage.
At this mont, inside a palace, an old man in his fifties, dressed in Daoist robes and exuding an aura of immortality, was silently contemplating the profound mysteries of "The Way of Peace."
But at this mont, the sabre he wore around his waist, which was constantly bathed in his Divine Thought in an attempt to refine and recognize it as his master, began to tremble.
"Wushi!?"
The elder opened his eyes suddenly: "You promised that every person would comprehend the Divine Weapon for a hundred years. Do you want to break your word? You think I don’t know you’ve found a new master for the World Sword? You want to take it back now? In your dreams!"
The next mont, he fiercely slapped the sabre on his waist, and his powerful Divine Thought burst forth. Behind him, a Divine Thought projection tens of ters tall manifested, and then, the violent Divine Thought Power surged like a torrent, bombarding and cleansing the sabre upon him. Soon after, the trembled sabre quieted down again.
...
The sword light of the Sky Extre Sword was bright beyond asure.
Master Wushi’s face showed no panic.
Even as the sword light of the Sky Extre Sword was almost within reach, and the re edge that escaped cut through the void so that Xuanqing, Xuan Chi, Xuanwu, and Wu Zhen, the four Heavenly Monarchs nearby, let out painful screams, their bodies seemingly continuously sliced by the sword light, even showing lines of blood...
But still, he calmly made a sword gesture with his fingers, pointing them bit by bit towards the sword light of the Sky Extre Sword.
However, as he made his move, he seed to sense sothing.
The "Spirit Light" in his eyes dissipated substantially.
As if...
He was about to re-enter that state of apparent death and slumber.
He forced himself to try to stimulate his spirituality, wanting to wake himself up.
His gaze even passed through the void, reaching the True Spirit Realm.
Reflected in the True Spirit Realm, it seed a life with terrifying Spiritual Power was rolling tumultuously, even shaking a good portion of the True Spirit Realm.
In that part of the True Spirit Realm, there was a vague figure.
He was like a lighthouse holding a torch high, casting a beam of light in the True Spirit Realm, dispelling the darkness.
This figure seed identical to Master Wushi.
But at that mont, he too sensed sothing, letting out a long sigh, stepping toward that rolling and shaking spirituality.
In front of the Sky Extre Sword, Master Wushi, who tried to "wake up," found after so attempts that he was powerless.
In the end...
He gave up.
"Sky Extre Sword... has a master."
As he looked at the unmatched Divine Weapon radiating endless sharpness and sword light, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, the once vibrant spirituality in the eyes of this supre genius, the only Earthly True Immortal in the Qiantian World after Emperor Tianji’s death, burst forth under the Sky Extre Sword.
"This is... good."
"Swoosh!"
The Sword Qi pierced through.
The blade of the Sky Extre Sword instantly penetrated Master Wushi’s head.
He looked at the new master of this unparalleled Divine Weapon.
The unprecedented genius who achieved Deva status with the Lucky Qi of Daqian—Venerable Xuan Tian.
Under the Sky Extre Sword, the spirituality of the world’s most formidable martial figure dissipated in an explosion.
"This is... very good."
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