Chapter 261: Chapter 17: The Leader of Swordsmen, The River of Sword Qi, The Inverted Whirling Sky_2

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Yu Qinghan fell silent for a moment, as if in deep thought, and said, “Could it be that the Hierarch Hai I saw by the spiritual pond was just one of the three corpses, the virtuous corpse? If that’s the case, where are the other two?”

Elder Bai’s eyes were deep as he said, “Five hundred years ago, he sealed his primordial corpse and demonic corpse in the depths of the spiritual pond, which is the entrance to the Illusory Southern Sea. And the weakest, the virtuous corpse, guards the shore, fishing for spiritual objects.”

Zhao Huai was suddenly surprised and said, “Just one of the virtuous corpses had such a cultivation level that could suppress the Mighty in the Metamorphosis Realm? No wonder he could guard the Illusory Southern Sea alone. Not everyone can do that.”

However, Yu Qinghan was worried and frowned, “Hierarch Hails fusion of his virtuous corpse means that the seal of the Illusory Southern Sea will be loosened again. Won’t this give birth to a great demon?”

Elder Bai sighed helplessly, “It can’t be helped. If we don’t act now, the Limitless Immortal Sect might really be destroyed by this crisis.” Hearing this, both Zhao Huai and Yu Qinghan fell silent.

“Boom!”

Thunderous tremors came from the sky, and the surrounding Immortal Peaks shook continuously, with floating stones falling.

“Hai Shengming, do you really think you can defeat us with just one of your three corpses?!”

“Demonbred, lend me the Wand of Thousand Bone Hell.”

Bloody Slaughterer coldly shouted at Situ Huan, who heard him and threw the Wand of Thousand Bone Hell to Bloody Slaughterer without hesitation.

The thick blood on Bloody Slaughterer’s body surged into the Wand, and a dark demonic light suddenly lit up.

Complicated black runes appeared on the Wand’s bones.

Only those who are above the Metamorphosis Realm can unleash the true power of the Ancient Demonic Weapon, although not completely, but still, a significant portion of it.

Bloody Slaughterer has unleashed the Ancient Demonic Weapon.

The initially slightly advantageous Astral Sea illusion began to tilt more heavily.

“Not good!”

Elder Bai cried out in surprise upon seeing this scene.

All the disciples of the Limitless Immortal Sect were extremely anxious. If their new Sect Hierarch couldn’t even defeat the four devils, then there would be nowhere left for the sect to retreat to.

At this critical moment, a sky-reaching sword column rose.

Under the hollow sunlight, the endless mountain ranges in front stretched out, desolate and lush.

A Heavenly equal long sword, the sword radiance competed with the sun.

Carrying the unparalleled sword qi that shook the world, it reverberated for thousands of miles.

An elder in a deep blue Taoist robe appeared in the sky, with the sword patterns on his clothes particularly conspicuous.

He pointed his sword towards the direction of the four devils.

“The First Sword-wielder”, Elder Bai said slowly as he saw the man’s attire.

“Does the First Sword-wielder not have a name?”

Zhao Huai asked.

Elder Bai shook his head, “They have no names. They are the guardian gods of the sect. When they are not needed, they are silent, but once they appear, they are astonishing. They nurture their swords for a hundred years, and when they draw them, it is the moment of their death.”

Zhao Huai stared blankly at the lonely figure in the sky.

Only his voice echoed between Heaven and Earth.

“The First Sword -wielder of the Immeasurable Immortal Peak, Jiu Xuan, is here for death!”

Hearing this, Zhao Huai’s heart was shaken, and he clenched his fists.

He would remember the name Jiu Xuan, the First Sword-wielder.

Although the two men didn’t know each other, the impact Jiu Xuan had on Zhao Huai was enormous.

Gu Tianji, Limitless Immortal Sect Hierarch, Hai Shengming, Sword-wielders.

Zhao Huai wasn’t an overly emotional person, but he had seen too many people get injured and die because of him.

It made him wonder.

Was the immortal path he pursued right or wrong?

From the beginning when he just wanted to stay alive, to later seeking his wife for their reunion, and now.

Unknowingly, he had already come so far on his path.

By the time he had reached this point, Zhao Huai suddenly realized just how much he had taken on himself.

So, what is his path now?

Before Zhao Huai could figure it out, a loud noise came from the sky.

This sword was very powerful, and its sword qi covered thousands of miles around it.

“Hum!”

From within the nine-layered sword pavilion, countless long swords shot out, forming a sea of swords.

With every step the Sword-wielder took, there was a dazzling sword radiance flashing.

Cultivating the sword for a hundred years, just for this one strike.

In an instant, the primordial spirits of the four devils in the Heavenly Devil Palace were shattered by this sword.

“Crack! ”

The sound of shattering echoed, and the sword power still remained.

With the cultivation of the Metamorphosis Realm, he gathered countless sword qi, and as the ten thousand swords sang together, they transformed into a sword qi river that rotated upside down in the sky, the light of which was so intense that it was impossible to look at directly.

This sword was both penetrating and cold.

The sound of the sword echoed between Heaven and Earth.

The inverted sword river kept flowing and rotating, stirring and dissipating the endless demon clouds above the Spiritual Mountain.

Bloody Slaughterer, Cold Night Devil, Stone Lord, and Flower Queen were all shocked in their hearts.

After this sword was slashed, a long wall of sword qi formed, filling the gap in the ancient formation and creating a solid barrier.

This wall of sword qi undoubtedly divided the boundary between the Immortal Sect and the Devil Sect.Those who follow the evil way shall not take even half a step into the Limitless Immortal Sect!

The elder, who was the First Sword-Wielder, looked up to the sky and laughed wildly:

“I have been cultivating this sword for five hundred years! What do you think?” The arrogant and domineering voice echoed throughout the sect. Everybody in the Limitless Immortal Sect was in awe, and many had tears in their eyes.

This was the sword-wielder of Immeasurable Immortal Peak.

With this sword, he could contend against gods and men.

When he drew his sword, even those in the Great Vehicle would have to bow their heads.

At this moment, Zhao Huai finally understood what real sword skill was.

In front of the sword-wielder, his own sword skill realm was not even enough to qualify him to draw his sword.

Cultivating the sword for five hundred years, he no longer cared about how high his cultivation was, nor how solid his sword intention was. What he focused on was the momentum of his sword!

A sword strike that was certain to kill!

The sword-wielder wielded his sword for the sake of all beings in Ling Mountain, and so his momentum had accumulated for five hundred years, only to have such a powerful presence today.

For whom is the sword in your hand?

It is of utmost importance to figure out this question.

At this moment, everyone’s gaze was fixed on the elder sword-wielder in the sky, their hearts and souls were engaged by his fearless words, making them worthy of being called their senior.

Zhao Huai stared steadily at the scene in front of him.

After about ten breaths’ time, his mind gradually calmed down.

For the next ten years, today’s sword would ensure the peace of Limitless Immortal Sect.

The crisis of Ling Mountain this time had been overcome.

When the sword qi river that filled the sky finally dissipated, the hoarse voice sounded.

“We, the sword cultivators, should keep in mind that to cultivate a sword, we must start with the bone, cast our soul with the core of the sword, and never regress on the magnificent path of sword cultivation!”

The sky cleared up, and the afterglow that gradually disappeared from the sword radiance, like the setting sun, fell on the elder sword-wielder.

In the void, there was a mournful sound of sword.

He was caught and froze in mid-air, the hand holding the sword unyielding and steadfast.

Until the last moment when the sword qi on his body scattered, and his body gradually declined, the vitality in his eyes slowly faded away, and his mouth still carried an arrogant and full-of-pride smile.

As his body fell, not even having touched the ground, he was caught by the disciples below, passing him from person to person.

At the top of the mountain, Zhao Huai watched this scene and muttered:

“The sword in my hand is for the sake of all beings, and I will never regret my unwavering determination on the path of sword cultivation. I received your message.”

As the words reached their latter half, his eyes gradually became resolute.

“Whoosh!”

A faint light appeared around Zhao Huai’s body.

Suddenly, his understanding became a lot clearer, and his accumulated sword skill realm finally broke through.

Officially stepped into the Eighth Realm of Sword Scripture – Return to Simplicity.

He was just one step away from entering the sanctified realm of sword skill.

“Dammit!”

Outside Ling Mountain, on the deck of the devil boat.

Even the refined and elegant Situ Huan couldn’t help but curse in anger.

The shattered formation in front of them had reemerged as an indestructible wall of sword qi.

In the future, the Devil Sect would have a hard time invading Ling Mountain. “Respected Demonbred, the other four Immortal Sects have sent people. It’s time to leave.”

Bloody Slaughterer reminded them indifferently.

The four of them did not explain their situation at the Limitless Immortal Sect, but having eaten the elder’s sword that had taken 500 years to accumulate, their primordial spirits were damaged, and in such state, they naturally could not fight the old ancestors from the other Immortal Sects.

Situ Huan’s face flickered with uncertainty. Failing to complete this mission would cause the Devil Lord to hold him accountable!

Two things he hadn’t anticipated happened during this mission.

First, Hai Shengming’s three corpses didn’t die.

Second, the strength of the sword-wielder that the Limitless Immortal Sect had hidden for a hundred years was so against the heavens.

“The Demonbred shouldn’t worry, it won’t be long before Ling Mountain collapses on its own.”

The old dwarf man known as Cold Night Devil chuckled.

Situ Huan raised his eyebrows.

Cold Night Devil sneered: “To withstand us this time, Hai Shengming actually merged with his good corpse. Before long, the seal on the Illusory Southern Sea will loosen, and it will become more and more difficult to suppress. By then, even if the Devil Sect doesn’t do anything, Ling Mountain will be unable to hold on.”

Bloody Slaughterer also nodded in agreement: “That’s right, the Illusory Southern Sea connects to other worlds, and there are many terrifying powerful demons with cultivation that have lasted ten thousand years, which are common sights. The most terrifying are those demon emperors who have been cultivating for one hundred thousand years, whom even we would find extremely troublesome if encountered.”

“I hope so.”

Situ Huan said coldly, ordering their return.