The Sword Immortal Wei Jin of the Wind and Snow Temple had tracked down the Qing-clad swordsman, only to be abruptly intercepted by a handsome young master with a gourd hanging at his waist, presumably used to nurture swords. The young master stood before the Qing-clad swordsman, extending a palm to block Wei Jin’s sword light entirely. He then flicked his wrist, his palm, once charred black, instantly restored to its pristine state.

This great demon, who goes by the name Qinghua, occupied a throne neither high nor low within the ancient well.

His exquisitely crafted face, capable of bewitching women, was, upon closer inspection, a patchwork of stolen visages.

Within the sword-nurturing gourd resided countless remnant souls of sword immortals and shattered flying swords.

The great demon Qinghua smiled at the young swordsman behind him, the undisputed first among the hundred sword immortals of the barbaric world, and said, “Little junior brother, had your fun?”

The Qing-clad swordsman nodded. “Be careful.”

The great demon once again blocked the approaching sword of the sword immortal. Having been buffeted by two successive strikes from Wei Jin, Qinghua hovered above a vast crater, his voice soft and delicate as he smiled and said, “What’s there to be careful about, Senior Brother? I’ve been careful enough, haven’t I? Or else, I would have gone to look for Chen Qingdu?”

Lu Zhi arrived on her sword, saying to Wei Jin, “Continue the pursuit. Leave this effeminate fellow to me.”

Qinghua smiled at the female Great Sword Immortal with half her face ruined, “Is this the peerless Lu Da Sword Immortal from the Sword Qi Great Wall?”

Lu Zhi remained silent, answering with a sword strike.

At one end of the city wall, a blood-soaked monk resembled a golden Buddha, the Sword Qi Great Wall serving as his lotus pedestal.

The middle-aged-faced Buddhist saint’s cassock fell away of its own accord. His hand, devoid of fingers, gently lifted the cassock into the air. In an instant, it expanded to the size of a sea of clouds, stirring the wind and clouds as it grew ever larger, its Buddhist light illuminating the mortal realm.

Finally, the cloud-sea cassock, vast and radiant, descended, covering the battlefield outside the city wall, transforming into countless specks of golden light, attaching themselves to the sword cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

The monk sat cross-legged, a lotus lamp appearing before him, with a lit incense stick.

Then, within the time it took for the incense stick to burn, all injuries, great and small, of the many sword cultivators on the battlefield were transferred to the monk.

Upon the Register of a Hundred Sword Immortals, there was a seal whose inscription was copied from the Great Bright World by the young Hidden Official.

“The Reincarnation of the Fixed Light Buddha descends to the mortal world as a commoner.”

As the incense stick neared its end, the monk clasped his hands together, looked up into the distance with a smile, and passed away peacefully.

Yet the lamp before him remained lit, and not only that, it shone even brighter.

The three saints, including the monk, had, from beginning to end, been engaged in a fierce battle.

For example, this Buddhist saint, expended his vital essence to alter the world, assisting the Sword Qi Great Wall in overwhelming the barbaric world. Together with the other two saints, he created a golden river three times, shed a body of parasitic worms, severed ten fingers to transform them into golden dragons, and relinquished his cassock to protect the sword cultivators…

There was the brutal slaughter of the siege, blood flowing like rivers, coupled with the Confucian saint’s Yellow River Flood Diagram, and crucially, the Buddhist divine power enveloping the battlefield.

Nurturing his sword for so long, so very long in Wu Chengpei’s estimation, he finally unleashed his natal flying sword, Sweet Dew, with all his might for the first time.

This Sweet Dew was ranked among the top three in the evaluation of flying sword divine powers at the Summer Retreat Palace.

On the battlefield outside the city wall, tens of thousands of demonic creatures were enveloped in a rain of blood rising from the earth, instantly stripped of flesh and blood, their souls annihilated by each raindrop containing the sword intent of Sweet Dew.

The throne of the Great Demon Bai Ying was among the foremost, though some distance away from the battlefields of A Liang, Chen Xi, and Qi Tingji.

Upon a throne constructed from hundreds of thousands of accumulated skeletons, this great demon possessed not a shred of flesh, its bones as white and lustrous as jade, still treading upon that severed head.

Upon seeing Wu Chengpei unleash his natal flying sword from the city wall, Bai Ying kicked the head away, stood up, and stared with great interest at the slowly rising rain screen.

Bai Ying shifted its gaze slightly. On the battlefield, a pitiful little Jade Purity Realm sword cultivator, having lost an arm and having one ankle neatly severed, somehow bypassed the three sword formations opened up by Qi Tingji and others, heading straight for the throne.

The man stopped, facing the throne of bones, raising his sword, not looking at the Great Demon Bai Ying, but staring fixedly at the head, saying, “The Guanzhao lineage, sword cultivator Gao Kui, with my final sword, I seek guidance from the founder.”

Bai Ying glanced at the head on the ground and laughed heartily, “I think not. I can casually slap you to death, allowing you and your descendants to keep each other company.”

An empty gray robe, devoid of a person, floated over and slowly landed upon the throne of bones.

Upon its appearance, Bai Ying immediately sat back down, no longer daring to utter a single word.

The gray robe stood at the edge of the throne.

In the distance was Gao Kui, who sought to ask about his final sword in this life.

A raspy voice sounded, “Guanzhao receives the sword.”

Two great demon thrones hovered side by side, both occupied by female figures.

The Great Demon Yang Zhi revealed her true form, a human-headed serpent, wearing an emperor’s crown and a black dragon robe, seated upon a dragon throne, her massive serpent tail dragging on the ground.

The throne’s Great Demon, Fei Fei, did not reveal her true form. Her youthful face bore a pair of crimson eyes. The thousands of warp and weft threads of her robe were each a river or stream she had refined. A bracelet made of natal jewels of the dragonkin adorned her wrist, and the tips of her embroidered shoes were embellished with two large black pearls.

Yang Zhi had just retreated from the battlefield, enduring a direct sword strike from Qi Tingji. Now, she had to reveal her true form to heal.

In the cultivation of demons, taking on human form allows for faster progress, but for healing, reverting to one’s true form allows for quicker recovery.

Yang Zhi’s gaze was gloomy, fixed on Qi Tingji in the distance, who occupied a vast battlefield with only a sword. This old sword immortal who inscribed words upon the Sword Qi Great Wall possessed the handsome visage of a young man. According to the earliest deductions of Tuoyue Mountain, Qi Tingji had ambitions that reached for the heavens, refusing to die a meaningless death. He would have betrayed the Sword Qi Great Wall along with the Hidden Official, Xiao Xun, delivering a fatal blow to a Great Sword Immortal at a crucial moment, just like Xiao Xun’s punch to the back.

Unexpectedly, Qi Tingji had changed his mind, which shouldn’t have happened. As long as Qi Tingji was willing to leave the Sword Qi Great Wall, only Chen Qingdu could kill him, but if Chen Qingdu chose to strike, the wild grand ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain, who had been watching with his arms crossed like in the Jiazi account, would also act. The only explanation was that Chen Qingdu had given Qi Tingji a better prospect for the Great Dao.
The Crimson Consort hovered beside the Dragon Throne. Compared to the massive, humanoid-serpentine Great Demon, Yang Zhi, the Crimson Consort appeared tiny. She glanced at the two youngsters standing on the Dragon Throne’s armrest, smiled faintly at one of them, and then transmitted a thought to Yang Zhi, “You’ve failed in your supervisory duties, you’re essentially in disgrace. Shouldn’t you make some sort of gesture? See how perceptive Huang Luan is.”

Yang Zhi’s expression darkened further, her serpentine tail dragging on the ground, lightly slamming. Within a hundred zhang radius, the earth trembled and shattered.

She and Huang Luan were in the most precarious situations.

Yang Zhi had once been the Sovereign of the Yieluo River and inevitably had a rivalry with the Crimson Consort for mastery of the Grand Dao. However, under the witness of Mount Tuoyue, Yang Zhi gifted the entire Yieluo River domain to the Crimson Consort.

In exchange, the Crimson Consort would help Yang Zhi become the sovereign of all the mountains and rivers of the Nine Provinces of the Great Bright World when it aggressively seized the world’s aquatic fortunes. Yang Zhi would become the mistress of all the dynasties, all mortal rulers, with her word law regarding the five sacred mountains, mortal incense offerings, the life and death of deities, and the flow of martial destiny.

And Yang Zhi would also help the Crimson Consort fulfill her greatest wish, which was to devour the last True Dragon embryo, complete her Grand Dao, and ultimately bring all the aquatic fortunes of the Savage Desolate World and the Great Bright World under the Crimson Consort’s control.

Thus, their deadly rivalry over the Grand Dao in the Savage Desolate World transformed into a future of mutual assistance and alliance.

Upon the huge armrest of the Dragon Throne stood Yu Si and Young Tan, two sword immortal candidates from the Jiashen Troop.

Yu Si only learned after that encirclement that Tan was actually Yang Zhi’s direct disciple.

And Tan only then learned that Yu Si was addressed as “Young Master” by the Great Demon Crimson Consort of the throne.

After that, the atmosphere in the Jiashen Troop became somewhat strange.

Aside from Mu Ji, the rest of their colleagues could no longer interact with them calmly, with a fear that was almost impossible to hide present in their eyes.

So today, the two sword cultivators had come here to relax.

Tan said, “It seems there’s been no trace of Chen Ping’an.”

Yu Si nodded. “Then it’ll be hard to have a chance to avenge Liubai.”

Yu Si was dressed in a black mage robe, but his hair was tied up with a white ribbon, a distinct contrast that made him quite handsome.

Tan’s expression turned somber. “Sister Liubai has been given a new physical body, but her sword heart is somewhat unstable.”

Yu Si knelt on one knee, gazing at the distant battlefield. “If it were me, it would be just as hard to maintain my previous pure sword heart.”

Tan gritted his teeth. “I will definitely kill Chen Ping’an!”

Yu Si smiled. “Count me in.”

He turned to look at the Great Demon Crimson Consort.

She smiled. “Once that dilapidated fence is smashed, I’ll find that young Hidden Official for you, Young Master.”

Yang Zhi hesitated for a long time, glanced at the city wall, where the Confucian Sage had unleashed the Yellow Flow Great Ford Diagram, causing a continuous stream of water to pour onto the battlefield, blocking the demon race’s siege.

She took out a scroll from her sleeve, reluctant to part with it.

As the former Sovereign of the Yieluo River, before handing over the domain, she had refined three ten-thousand-mile-long rivers, one of which was the Unfixed River, teeming with white bones and ghosts.

Yang Zhi threw the scroll towards the Sword Qi Great Wall, dodging dozens of sword cultivator’s flying swords, and it rolled on the ground. A torrent of the Unfixed River collided with the Yellow Flow Great Ford, instantly stirring up thousand-layered waves.

Yao Jia, the Great Demon of the Throne, who had not made a single move in the previous battles, looked up at the old Daoist from the Azure Vault World, said to be a city lord from the Fifth Floor and Twelfth City of the White Jade Capital.

The mountain beneath the Great Demon Yao Jia’s feet was inverted, its high platform as smooth as a mirror, gleaming and dazzling.

This inverted mountain, with its shattered body, was no smaller than Dao Laoer’s Mountain Seal left in the Great Bright World, and was known as the Golden Essence Throne of the Savage Desolate World.

It was refined from countless fragments of mountain and river deities from the history of the Savage Desolate World, hence it required iron chains made from the corpses of Great Demons to connect the varying sizes of golden fragments, the mirror-like platform, resembling the largest Golden Essence Copper Coin in the world.

The Great Demon Yao Jia, dressed in a golden robe, situated at the center of the mirror surface, was still shrouded in the light of the great sun, radiant and blazing, concealing its true form, without deliberately using illusion techniques.

The Great Demon Yao Jia, situated at the center of the mirror surface, swiftly disappeared with the mountain beneath his feet, rushing to the sky above the battlefield, directly using the entire Golden Essence Throne to block the scorching power of the great sun reflected by the old Daoist’s multi-treasure mirror.

The old Daoist had previously used the multi-treasure mirror’s divine power to connect to the great sun of the Savage Desolate World, aiming at a Jade Purity Realm demon race military strategist, burning and killing his resilient physique, while simultaneously using a petrification spell. In the end, Yue Qing, one of the top ten sword immortal candidates, beheaded him with his sword “Majestic Town of the Five Peaks”, shattered his body, and used two natal flying swords, “Hundred Zhang Spring” and “Skylark in the Sky”, to suppress the demon race’s nascent soul on the spot.

Yue Qing won a moment to catch his breath, glanced around, there were no demon races interfering in this battle, stepped on the demon race’s head, and lightly flicked his wrist, shaking off the blood stains remaining on the sword.

Satisfying.

Yue Qing went south with his sword.

This great sword immortal with extremely high killing power had once openly sneered at the incense offerings of the Literary Sage’s lineage, and had also taken the initiative to find the young Hidden Official to thank him and apologize in person.

Honest and straightforward.

The old Daoist nodded slightly, Yue Great Sword Immortal was being too polite.

Then frowned, the multi-treasure mirror in his hand shifted angles several times, the treasured light was still being dragged towards the Golden Essence Throne, the old Daoist sighed in his heart, his cultivation realm was no longer at its peak, there was nothing he could do.

The molten magma from the multi-treasure mirror continuously overflowed from the mirror surface of the golden throne beneath Yao Jia’s feet, madly splashing out like flying swords. Whether sword cultivators or demon races, whoever was touched would be instantly annihilated and die on the spot.

Yao Jia laughed and asked, “Old Daoist, you clearly have plenty of lifespan left, but you’re going to die here, is it fun?”

This old Daoist, highly respected in the Azure Vault World, had two of his most important natal objects damaged. The mirror surface of the multi-treasure mirror had numerous cracks, like a spider web. Each time a tiny crack appeared, the old Daoist’s golden immortal physique, originally flawless, would have a black thread, eroding his Daoist practice, his life flowing away visibly. As for the whisk, it was mostly destroyed, only the handle remaining.

The old Daoist held the mirror high in one hand and stroked his beard with the other, laughing, “Fun your mother.”

Using the most venerable Taoist demeanor, he spoke the most vulgar and unbearable words.
It’s hard to imagine that this is the same elegant old immortal who once said, “When the peach blossoms bloom, especially with orioles perched amongst them, it’s so moving that one dares not blink, lest one’s very soul be stirred.”

Even harder to fathom is that when the old Daoist priest lectured and imparted the Dao within his own city of White Jade Capital, many high-ranking immortals who had journeyed from other cities and towers sat on prayer mats, often finding enlightenment.

Yaojia didn’t care and remained silent.

The two sides were simply deadlocked, expending some fragments of the golden bodies of mountain and river deities, while this old Daoist priest was rapidly consuming his own lifeblood of the Great Dao.

This small achievement of slaying one of the three sage figures of the Sword Qi Great Wall would be happily accepted by Yaojia.

According to the pact, Tuoyue Mountain had promised to offer a continent’s worth of land from the Vast Heaven, where all Confucian academies and institutions, officially sanctioned mountain and river deities of the dynasties, and even minor lewd shrines and golden images of gods, would be smelted into one, leaving none alive.

Especially hearing that many ancient spirits had reincarnated in the Vast Heaven, which was crucial for Yaojia to attain the Great Dao, these would all be refined. Then it could become a blazing sun in the sky, overlooking all living beings as a supreme deity, truly achieving Great Immortality. Let the Great Dao flow as it may, even the so-called all-encompassing net of heaven, and the flow of the river of time, would have to make way for it!

The Great Demon stretched out a hand and slowly raised it. Along the outermost edge of the mirror surface, a series of golden inscriptions appeared. The characters were enormous, each golden word manifesting as a golden-bodied deity tens of feet tall. Among them, the seven characters for sun, moon, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth acted as the core of the formation. The manifested deities were especially majestic, reaching hundreds of feet in height. Especially the deities born from the characters “sun” and “moon” had radiant halos of sunlight and moonlight, respectively, swirling behind them. Streams of golden lava drifted about, like the celestial robes and ribbons of figures in murals.

Suddenly, the old Daoist priest stood up and laughed loudly, “In the future, if any sword cultivators travel to the Azure Abyss, remember to visit my city! The scenery is excellent, and the celestial maidens are even more beautiful! Having spent so many years with you all, this poor Daoist is content!”

After these words, the old Daoist priest’s body dissolved into his soul, ultimately transforming into a brilliant rainbow light. It first went to the suspended treasure mirror, and then burst out, directly colliding with the golden essence throne.

Even the Great Demon Yaojia couldn’t control the throne to avoid the rainbow light, and could only watch as the old Daoist priest’s soul and spiritual intent melted into the golden essence throne like snow.

Then, a crack appeared on the entire mirror surface, torn open by the old Daoist priest with his soul. His final, true words, were only three characters.

“Please unleash the sword.”

Great Sword Immortal Mi Hu poured all his power into a single sword strike, cleaving the entire golden essence throne in two along the crack.

After this battle, the Great Demon Yaojia, whose natal item was damaged, had no choice but to withdraw from the battlefield, striving to repair the severely damaged golden essence mountain.

At the entrance of the Jiazi Camp.

The bearded man and the grey-robed elder stood side by side.

Liu Cha said, “Chen Xi and Nalan Shaowei, something isn’t right.”

They shouldn’t be fighting so desperately, not to the point of sacrificing their lives.

The grey-robed elder nodded.

Conversely, Qi Tingji and the Old Deaf Man were normal. They appeared to be attacking fiercely, but they left themselves a way out on the battlefield, at most losing a realm.

But Chen Xi and Nalan Shaowei, the two heads of the prominent families of Taixiang Street, were heading towards their deaths.

As for Dong Sangeng…

The elder looked up at the suspended full moon, far from the sky and not close to the ground. Judging by the situation, Dong Sangeng didn’t plan to return to the city walls. Not only that, but when this man completely perished, it would surely be a grand spectacle.

Though divided by allegiances, the grey-robed elder still felt regret for Dong Sangeng.

Such a hero.

As for the life or death of the Abbess of the Lotus Temple, the grey-robed elder didn’t care. Secretly refining half a lunar soul behind Tuoyue Mountain’s back was an act of transgression deserving of death. Now, facing Dong Sangeng, she had the advantage of time and place, yet it was also a prison.

Liu Cha asked, “According to the latest deduction from the Jiazi Camp, is the Confucian Temple going to give half of that realm to the sword cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall?”

The grey-robed elder nodded. “A grand gesture indeed.”

That young Hidden Official, with an extremely pragmatic formation, helped the Sword Qi Great Wall take a breath, while also fighting with constraints for several years, which also allowed the sword cultivators to vent some pent-up frustration. That fellow who descended from the sky, went to the Azure Abyss and ran back, also dispelled some of the gloom in the sword cultivators’ hearts.

The lineage of the Ritual Sage had a sage sitting in town here. The lineage of the Sub-Sage had A Liang, the Pure Confucian Chen Chun’an. The lineage of the Literary Sage even had the Great Sword Immortal Zuo You, and the Hidden Official Chen Ping’an.

These scholars who had traveled far and wide were all reasoning in their own ways, trying to get the Confucian Temple of the Vast Heaven to agree to this matter.

On the battlefield, Li Cai stopped in her tracks.

A hundred feet away, a Great Demon of the throne race, Huang Luan, appeared, her whole body shrouded in ethereal immortal energy.

This Great Demon passed through the demon army and directly found Li Cai, who had been digging deep into the formation alone.

Huang Luan smiled slightly. “You’re called Li Cai? I heard you bought that Tingyun Pavilion. What a coincidence, it’s mine for the taking. Drop your sword and kneel, become my servant, and I’ll spare your life.”

Huang Luan was silent for a moment, squinting her eyes. “Well, the term ‘servant’ is too harsh for a female sword immortal. Let’s just say sword attendant.”

Along with Li Cai’s Tingyun Pavilion, carved entirely from green jade, the Wanhuge Residence, where pine waves rustled every moonlit night, the Zhongyu Immortal House, the Armor Storage, and all the private residences left by sword immortals, should be his spoils of war.

Li Cai was covered in wounds at the moment, but most were hidden by her robes. Just speaking of her face, her cheekbones had been smashed by a military strategist demon, her skin was tattered, and her bones were exposed.

Li Cai spat out a mouthful of blood, tugged at the corner of her mouth, and grinned. “You even know that I bought the Tingyun Pavilion?”

Huang Luan nodded. “There are some sword cultivators who are afraid of death and cherish their lives.”

Li Cai sheathed her sword, her movements swift and powerful, her sword intent stirring. A ripple the height of a person spread out in all directions, and in an instant, countless demon soldiers’ heads fell as the demon army surged forward from either side of her and the Great Demon Huang Luan.

Huang Luan pinched two fingers together, reached out in front, and shook them gently, scattering that formless, refined sword intent. “Since you’re already at your wit’s end, don’t show off empty gestures.”

Li Cai asked, “Then do you know that even if you, a beast, went to Tongye Continent, you’d be stabbed to death with a single sword?”

Huang Luan chuckled, reminding her, “My mood isn’t very good right now.”
The Yellow Oriole, originally a Great Demon enthroned, presiding over the immense sword cultivator formation of the Desolate World, was clearly an existence upon whom the grey-robed elder of Mount Tuoyue placed great hopes.

Firstly, the Great Demon Yellow Oriole held an extraordinary status in the Desolate World, rarely engaging in disputes with other Great Demons. Secondly, the item Yellow Oriole sought in the Grand Azure World was considered worthless by other enthroned Great Demons, possessing little value. Furthermore, Yellow Oriole itself harbored no grand ambitions. As one Great Demon put it, Yellow Oriole would merely be a junk collector in the Grand Azure World. Therefore, Mount Tuoyue entrusted Yellow Oriole with overseeing the momentous battle.

However, the unparalleled sword duel, which should have been a cataclysmic clash with tens of thousands of sword cultivators on each side, exchanging flying swords and torrents of sword qi, did not see the Desolate World overwhelm Sword Qi Great Wall. Instead, they suffered greater losses than anticipated.

This forced Yellow Oriole and the Great Demon Yang Zhi to intercept Sword Immortals attempting to reinforce Sword Qi Great Wall behind the battlefield, hoping to redeem themselves.

Moreover, Yellow Oriole had been compelled to hurl half of its painstakingly refined and collected jade towers and pavilions at Sword Qi Great Wall.

Evidently, the grey-robed elder of Jiazi Accounts was displeased with Yellow Oriole’s performance.

Li Cai glanced back, realizing that she had unknowingly strayed far from Sword Qi Great Wall.

“This proves my swordsmanship is quite formidable!” she mused.

Yellow Oriole declared, “I’ll give you one last chance to live.”

Li Cai unleashed a sword strike.

Yellow Oriole seized the sword light, snapping it in two. Sword light erupted from its palm, yet did not harm Yellow Oriole in the slightest.

Li Cai bent low, darted forward, and instantly drew her sword.

Yellow Oriole’s robe unfurled, expanding its domain.

The small world within turned entirely white.

Li Cai’s desperate strike, fueled by her forcibly elevated spirit, merely breached Yellow Oriole’s small world.

Yellow Oriole’s claim that she was at her limit was undeniably true.

Unable to deliver a second strike, Li Cai retreated, coughing up blood.

Yellow Oriole ignored the woman’s wretched state, raised a sleeve that had been shattered in many places, examined it briefly with regret, then looked up and chuckled, “Your sword intent is truly remarkable, worthy of a sword cultivator from Northern Ju-lu Continent. I’m determined to have you as my sword servant. After capturing you, I’ll have Bai Ying help me refine your soul anew. Once we reach Tongye Continent, you can witness firsthand whether anyone can pierce me with a single sword…”

As it spoke, Yellow Oriole pressed a hand down.

In a flash, a colossal vortex appeared in the sky, and a pavilion the size of a mountain crashed down upon Li Cai.

Just as Li Cai was about to unleash her sword, an elderly man appeared beside her, saying, “Forgive me,” and pulling Li Cai back. Simultaneously, the old man hurled his longsword to meet the pavilion.

The longsword and sword light shot straight upwards, supporting the pavilion as if a lone tree propping up a precarious building.

Yao Chongdao, styled Lianyun, was likely so fond of the name “Lianyun” that he named both his sword and his Natal Flying Sword “Lianyun.” He was an Immortal Realm cultivator.

Before arriving, the old man had exchanged a sword with Shou Chen; the demon race Sword Immortal had already withdrawn from the battlefield.

Yellow Oriole sighed, “I truly have no interest in war merits. I am seriously wounded. Why come here to court death? Still, I cannot refuse a free head.”

More immense structures crashed down upon the pavilion, one atop the other, causing the sword light of the ‘Lianyun’ sword to bow slightly.

Yellow Oriole was trading the consumption of Yao Chongdao’s Great Refinement object for the wear and tear of its own Medium Refinement items, without hesitation.

With a flicker of Yellow Oriole’s mind, Immortal abodes came crashing down one after another. The tip of the ‘Lianyun’ sword was already fracturing.

However, the old man’s Natal Flying Sword had yet to appear.

Yellow Oriole intended to see if this wounded Yao Chongdao could unleash a brilliant trump card.

Just as Li Cai was about to rejoin the battle, the old man roared, “Li Cai! It’s not that I look down on women, but I look down on your Jade Purity Realm. Get back!”

Li Cai could only curse under her breath and resolutely abandoned the idea of charging forward.

Yellow Oriole looked up at the dazzling sword light that had pierced the entire pavilion and laughed, “I thought it was a feint to sacrifice a sword to save yourself and others. Very well, since you’re determined to squander your life with me, I’ll grant your wish. Killing a Sword Qi Great Wall Immortal will more than compensate for my mistake.”

The old man, clad in the uniform robe of Sword Qi Great Wall, his sleeves fluttering, suddenly asked, “Do you know my grandson-in-law?”

Li Cai didn’t want to be redundant and distract Yao Chongdao, nor did she want to retreat just yet. She distanced herself and began to nurture her flying sword in place.

Upon hearing this, she nodded, “Yes, I know him. Quite well, in fact.”

Yao Chongdao hesitated for a moment and said, “Then please trouble Sword Immortal Li to tell that boy that he doesn’t need to come to propose marriage. I don’t care for empty formalities.”

Li Cai was speechless.

This Great Sword Immortal Yao definitely did care, but he couldn’t very well grab that guy’s collar and drag him to the Yao family to propose.

Li Cai had wanted to say that she had a direct disciple who had been bewitched and was deeply enamored with that guy, but the words caught in her throat.

Li Cai said, “Senior Yao, I can switch places with you, giving us a chance to retreat together.”

Yao Chongdao was too lazy to expose the true intentions of this Northern Ju-lu Continent woman. What was the point of dying here at such a young age?

However, the old man chuckled, “Never underestimate the trump cards of an enthroned Great Demon. If a young girl like you were to die together with an old geezer, it would look like a suicide pact. What kind of business is that?”

The old man leaped lightly, sat cross-legged, and clouds formed beneath his feet.

He placed his hands on his abdomen, and from his palms, mist rose, slowly lifting a snow-white miniature flying sword.

Yellow Oriole remained composed. Yao Chongdao’s Natal Flying Sword was suitable for large-scale battles, similar to Wu Chengpei’s Sweet Dew and Yue Qing’s Skylark in Heaven, not particularly strong in one-on-one combat.

Yellow Oriole gently exhaled a wisp of five-colored mist, which vanished in a flash, creating no significant phenomenon.

However, it sent shivers down the spine of Li Cai, who was quite far from the battlefield.

Every enthroned Great Demon was a monster who had lived through countless years.

Yellow Oriole had spent those long years gradually refining hundreds of Five Elements natal objects, constantly discarding and replacing them, and had ultimately obtained two Immortal Armaments and three Half-Immortal Armaments.
As for those magnificent and imposing palaces, save for three, all the others were merely the byproducts of Zhong Lian’s cultivation, collections of numerous ancient ruins and immortal abodes—nothing more than a hobby to alleviate his boredom.

Yao Chongdao murmured to himself, “Ning girl, from now on, I entrust her to your protection. Don’t think she’s strong enough not to need it. What kind of man wouldn’t protect the woman he loves? It was good of you to stop her and fight Li Zhen outside the city for her sake. Even better that you won and lived to tell the tale.”

“So there’s nothing to worry about. I’m at ease.”

In an instant, the old man’s brow, temples, neck, chest, and abdomen seemed to be pierced by five colorful flying swords.

After being pierced, the old man’s muscles, bones, flesh, soul, and sword intent were frantically devoured by those five inconspicuous holes.

Huang Luan was evidently displeased that Yao Chongdao’s sword light had destroyed too many buildings.

Except for that Li Cai, who had clearly resolved to strike her next sword, even if it meant death.

And in the distance, a young woman was already arriving on her sword, her momentum like a rainbow.

It was Ning Yao.

Without warning, the old man shattered his natal sword and closed his eyes, smiling softly, “Though I did not draw my sword, my death is well-deserved.”

Clouds and mist concealed the mountains.

Yao Chongdao used his soul, sword intent, and natal sword to create a world.

In the next moment, Huang Luan found herself in a vast expanse of white mist.

An Immortal Realm swordsman, whose flying sword was not some innate divine power for creating small worlds, had actually managed to imprison a King’s Seat Great Demon.

What was the point?

Yao Chongdao was already dead, beyond any doubt.

Who could kill me?

Li Cai? Or that Ning Yao, who was merely in the Nascent Soul Realm?

Far away, a certain damned fellow, who was single-handedly fighting two King’s Seat Great Demons, disappeared out of thin air, directly breaking through two magnificent small worlds.

One was a burly giant with three heads and six arms, with a golden futon always following beneath his feet.

He had once been the first to ascend the Sword Qi Great Wall, only to be struck down by Chen Qingdu with a single sword, after which he deliberately left the deep ravine-like sword mark behind.

There was also a diminutive old man riding a sword, his eyebrows and hair all white, carrying a long staff on his shoulder, who came to the giant’s shoulder and asked in puzzlement, “So strange?”

A moment later.

At a battlefield, the clouds and mist dissipated, revealing the truth.

A man, using Yao Chongdao’s Continuously Connected Jade Sword, pierced the head of a Great Demon, raising it high into the air, and said calmly, “Yao Chongdao, A’Liang, is the slayer of Huang Luan.”

Above the great moon, which was the battlefield and already on the verge of collapse, an old swordsman with a tall stature stood on the corpse of a gigantic demon race member, laughing loudly, “A’Liang, how was it?!”

Dong Sangeng alone had slain the Abbess of the Lotus Flower Convent.

The old man, who had destroyed his natal sword but could still return to the Sword Qi Great Wall, shattered his sword intent, enveloping the entire great moon, and then transformed into a colossal dharma form, dragging the great moon towards the earth, smashing it towards the dense formation of the demon race army in the Desolate World.

The bright moon began to crumble, and the old swordsman’s figure gradually dissipated.

The great moon fell to the ground with overwhelming force, so much so that six Great Demons, including Yang Zhi and Fei Fei, had to work together to meet the bright moon, the old swordsman surnamed Dong.

A’Liang raised his arm high and gave a thumbs up.

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