Legend of Swordsman

The Great Si Region was vast, but it ultimately had its limits.

The universe, too, had its confines.

Controlling a domain or a realm did not mean much to those who stood at the pinnacle of the cosmos.

In the Heavenly Palace of the Great Si Region, Emperor Zhen Wuyang had taken the first step in controlling the entire Great Si Region.

To achieve this step was to surpass the brilliance of the Ancient Era.

Although these skeletons did not acknowledge Emperor Zhen Wuyang, in reality, he had already grasped the entire Great Si Region and successfully taken that step. Even if the being beneath these skeletons were to resurrect, they would not be a match for Emperor Zhen Wuyang, not unless they also controlled a complete Celestial Realm and took that same step.

The five Emperors of the Ancient Era were truly spectacular!

In the neighboring Celestial Realms, Emperors were born in different eras, and some eras had no Emperors at all.

But Emperor Zhen Wuyang was different. He not only lived in the era of the five Emperors but also shook the entire ancient world time and time again. In the end, he managed to shatter the ancient Heavenly Palace, seize the Great Si Region Celestial Realm, and become the first among Emperors to take that step.

The Great Si Region, the Heavenly Palace.

Emperor Zhen Wuyang gazed at the serene colored clouds, his golden eyes flickering.

At this moment, he no longer cared about Jian Wushuang; his focus was on the being that was gradually reviving.

“The times have changed. What can you do now?” Emperor Zhen Wuyang remained composed, completely indifferent to the anomalies in the vast Great Desolate Wilderness, standing proudly at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Palace.

In the Great Desolate Wilderness, beyond the realm border, Jian Wushuang and his companions remained unaware, while several powerful beings had already taken an interest in this place.

The phantom of the Buddhist bell became increasingly real, but the ferocious Monk’s aura gradually dissipated.

Under the Buddhist bell, the War God Gu Yuan, with one eye wide open, couldn’t break through the bell’s defenses in a short time.

Jian Wushuang took advantage of the outbursts of the several Monks and had long since retreated.

If he did not leave now, he would be letting down these great karmic beings.

The Buddhist light emanating from the Monks’ outbursts greatly weakened the strength of these skeletons, and the threatening power naturally caught the attention of the central figures among the skeletons.

“Qian He, take your people and kill them. I don’t want our Lord to see any of Zhen Wuyang’s followers once he revives,” spoke the figure in the azure armor, who sat quietly at the highest seat. His entire body was remarkably preserved, except for his face, which had long dissolved, leaving only a dark void and a pair of blue flames.

Qian He was among the Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortals, and she was the only female among them. She had been a top-tier cultivator even during the Ancient Era, her strength placing her at the pinnacle Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortals.

“Understood, I’ll leave right away,” Qian He’s voice was slightly hoarse. Unlike Gu Yuan, she wasn’t as manic, but she wore crimson armor and had a gruesome wound on her chest. Her facial disfigurement was similar to Gu

Yuan’s, both possessing a massive scar. However, her bones remained intact.

Despite being female, she was bald with exceptionally smooth skin, except for the terrifying remnants of her injuries.

The massive sword on her back was also missing half of its blade. She moved incredibly fast, blinking through the void and arriving at the center of the battlefield.

Gu Yuan, still trapped under the Buddhist bell, saw Qian He standing in the void, further fueling his anger.

“You damn worms, you’ve thoroughly infuriated me,” he growled.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The spears continued to strike the Buddhist bell, but the pressure did not diminish, and Gu Yuan’s strength was gradually waning.

Qian He’s gaze turned icy. “What a fool!”

She had already noticed the oddity of the Buddhist bell from the outside. To break it, one would need strength surpassing it by tens of thousands of times— brute force over magic!

Clearly, Gu Yuan’s strength was diminishing, and he was incapable of breaking it. Even she could only rely on her most powerful strike to shatter the bell. If that single blow failed, the unleashed power would fill the entire bell, making it hundreds of times harder to break.

However, the Buddhist bell had its weakness: even if it could suppress enemies stronger than itself, it could only trap them and posed no real threat. Such a powerful bell could only be maintained by a Three Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal for a short time. Once it broke, the backlash would likely cause the rough Monk to perish.

Instantly discerning the nature of the bell, Qian He turned away, ignoring Gu Yuan trapped within. He faced no immediate threat to his life. Breaking the bell from the outside would also take some time. Instead, she decided to deal with the other foes.

Jian Wushuang held a young samanera with one hand and wielded his sword as he ventured into the midst of a sea of countless skeletons.

Most of these skeletons were ordinary Grand Yan Immortals, and many of them were held back by several Monks who were willing to sacrifice their lives. Moreover, their strength had been weakened by the Buddha’s light. This allowed Jian Wushuang, the eccentric, to go on a killing spree among them.

No one could stop him, not even those with the cultivation of Three

Revolutions Grand Yan Immortals. They were forced back by his Sword Qi.

Jian Wushuang’s eyes remained fixed on the front as a Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal rushed towards him.

His body showed no signs of fatigue, and in the face of a Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, he did not slow down either.

The Wushuang Sword Dao ointed directly to his heart, and First move

Galaxy Lake Sea Sword Intent began to separate at that moment.

In the face of extreme adversity, Jian Wushuang’s heart, like a sword, remained calm and began to transform, and his Sword Dao started to evolve.

What is the ultimate?

At this moment, Jian Wushuang asked his own heart.

Star River, Star Lake, Star Sea.

Jian Wushuang, at this moment, was comprehending the Dao among the countless skeletons!

And his Dao expanded as rapidly as his speed.

Countless skeletons in front of him?

Cut down with a single stroke!

Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal?

In the narrow passage, a single strike was enough to kill!

Boom!

Jian Wushuang saw this scene in his eyes, as if it had happened countless years ago!

This was his battlefield of slaughter!

“Heart Sword Trial.”

“My heart is the only one!”

The sword of faith in the heart, this is the way of the sword!

This sword technique erupted in the depths of the Great Desolate Wilderness, and no one could feel its power because they had no heart.

At this moment of enlightenment, the Dao was right in front of him, and the cage of the Yan Immortal was completely broken.

At the same time, with the combined efforts of one person, the four Monks who had erupted completely were forced to retreat one by one. This was the power of the Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal. No matter how hard the Three Revolutions Grand Yan Immortals tried, they appeared tiny and powerless.

“Jian Wushuang!”

Surrounded by 3,000 Buddhist beads, the clean-faced Monk lowered his eyebrows and murmured, “Surprisingly, it’s the Heart Power. Outside of Buddhism, there are still practitioners of the Heart Power.”

“Before parting, I will give you another opportunity!”

The clean-faced Monk, at this moment, changed his usual demeanor and shouted angrily.

The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, and the Vajra’s eyes blazed!

A towering Buddha appeared behind him.

“I am willing to pass on this legacy to Jian Wushuang and earnestly request the Supreme Lord’s approval.”

The appearance of the towering Buddha instantly suppressed the entire battlefield, and even the top cultivators in the center skeletons couldn’t

move.

“What is this?” The green-armored figure who sat quietly in the center of the skeletons, holding an axe in his hand, trembled slightly.

The giant statue gazed at the short piece of wood that flew out of the clean-faced Monk’s chest, and the Buddha’s face twitched slightly.

“Karma, karmic calamity, Heart Power… How rare!”

“Virtuous!”