The city beside Wine Spring Sect was bustling, even more lively than the Cloud Pattern Dynasty’s capital. Most were demon cultivators below the Fifth Realm, their forms not yet fully refined. Aside from those selling and drinking wine, nearly all were outsiders, either trading wine or traveling. The countless taverns and wine shops resembled the early days of the Sword Qi Great Wall: money earned was immediately spent on wine, awake one sat before a cup, drunk one slept beneath the table.

The depth of the Savage Desolation’s sects was immediately apparent: it all depended on how many “people” they had. However, Wine Spring Sect itself lacked strength; overtly and covertly, it was far inferior to Immortal Hairpin City. The sect only had two cultivators above the Fifth Realm: an immortal old sect leader who constantly considered stepping down, and a Jade Purity Realm law enforcement ancestor who stubbornly refused to inherit the position. The remaining sect members, male and female, were mostly skilled in brewing and fond of drinking, true alcoholics who spent their entire lives immersed in vats of wine.

Qi Tingji, a guest here, habitually sipped slowly, while Lu Zhi drank heartily from a large bowl, her face flushed.

Earlier, Qi Tingji had specially chosen two types of Wine Spring Sect’s fine wines, which A’Liang had called “staple drinks”, giving one pot to each of them; they were cheap and good.

A’Liang, during his secret travels to the Savage Desolation, would always linger around Wine Spring Sect for a few days before returning, never leaving sober.

Lu Zhi raised her thumb and wiped her mouth. “Having been at the Sword Qi Great Wall for so many years, I never really felt particularly happy or particularly sad.”

Some say that drinking is an act that requires either great anger, great desire, and great inebriation, or great joy, great sorrow, and shared drunkenness, to truly taste the flavor of wine and allow one’s sorrows to resonate with heaven and earth.

Qi Tingji smiled. “So you’ve never truly been drunk, which is quite a pity. I look forward to seeing Lu Zhi’s drunken state at Dragon Spring Sword Sect someday; cursing heaven and earth is fine, crying a river would be even better.”

Lu Zhi shook her head, not thinking she would ever become so undignified. She glanced at Qi Tingji. “You seem truly willing to settle down in the Great Bright World.”

The Sword Qi Great Wall has always had no shortage of handsome men and beautiful women, and this old sword immortal certainly counted as one of them.

Qi Tingji gave his answer. “In my opinion, the Great Bright World is like a person’s body: the core is strong, even if the limbs are ill, there will be no major problems. And each recovery from illness is a form of growth. So it’s inherently suitable for establishing a sect and expanding its branches. Besides, we’ll have lower sects in the future, like in the Savage Desolation and the Five Colors World. Managing a family or expanding a sect is completely different from cultivating in seclusion alone.”

Lu Zhi became annoyed at the mention of serious matters, so she picked up her wine bowl and drained it in one gulp.

Lu Zhi suddenly turned her head, and Qi Tingji frowned slightly. Just now, a flash of day and night alternating, yin and yang inverting, caused a great shock to heaven and earth.

Such a phenomenon could only be caused by a Fourteenth Realm great cultivator. Judging from the general direction, it seemed to be deliberately targeting the Tattoo of Guixu?

Lu Zhi quickly dismissed it, too lazy to think more about it. Among their group were the cunning Qi Tingji and the meticulous young Hidden Official; why should she bother racking her brains?

At another table in the tavern, a demon cultivator’s eyes lit up. He subtly lifted his buttocks and lowered his gaze, looking at the alluring scenery below the woman’s waist, leering intensely. “This woman’s face is kind of ugly, but she’s got some long legs! If you cover her face…”

His companion immediately chimed in, “Why bother covering her face? Just make her bend over and stick her butt out.”

Lu Zhi slapped her thigh, without even turning her head, and said, “Come and touch it.”

A chorus of hisses erupted from the tavern, accompanied by loud table banging, encouraging the demon cultivator who had started the conversation.

The tavern owner was used to such scenes. After drinking, who wasn’t a sword immortal? Drink enough, and you’re a new throne.

The demon cultivator laughed loudly. “Really? You asked for it?”

Qi Tingji smiled silently.

This was something even A’Liang wouldn’t dare to do.

Qi Tingji poured himself a bowl of wine, the pot already empty. After finishing this bowl, he would head to the River of Uncertainty, wondering what Chen Ping’an sought there.

As the demon cultivator stood up, the long-legged woman simply drank her wine, but within the tavern, sword light instantly crisscrossed, a dazzling white.

The standing cultivator, from head to toe, was sliced as if by a knife, instantly dismembered, splitting into three.

The remaining drinking cultivators were either beheaded by a streak of light, or cut in half at the waist.

Except for the tavern owner, who remained unscathed and whose legs went weak, forcing him to lean on the counter with his elbows to avoid collapsing, lest any slight movement be mistaken as a provocation by the woman sword immortal, the dozens of demon cultivators drinking there were instantly killed.

Collateral damage? Mistaken killing?

This wasn’t a table at the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Lu Zhi glanced at the two empty wine pots on the table and said, “The bill.”

The tavern owner, just an old Dragon Gate Realm cultivator, was dry-mouthed and speechless.

Lu Zhi took out a Lesser Heat Coin and placed it on the table.

Skipping out on a bill after drinking was too dishonorable; Lu Zhi couldn’t do such a thing.

As Qi Tingji stood up, he took out a Grain Rain Coin and said to the owner, “Tell Wine Spring Sect that I’ll help pay off the wine debts A’Liang owes here.”

Lu Zhi laughed. “What if this isn’t enough to pay off the debts? Wouldn’t that be awkward?”

Qi Tingji said, “No refunds, no extra charges.”

Then, the two sword cultivators traveled together to the next market town, located on a mountain beside the River of Uncertainty in the Yiluo River region. At the foot of the mountain was a shrine with almost no incense offerings. Even the mountain god shrine didn’t dare to build on the mountaintop with its wide-open view, indicating the difference in status between the mountain and water deities within the jurisdiction of the Yiluo River.

As soon as they appeared, they saw a strange painting: a great flood suspended in the air, reflecting a vast green landscape of mountains and rivers. Interlaced water networks filled the sky, like a fallen towering tree with hundreds of branches prostrate on the ground. And each colorful “branch” extending away from the riverbed was a tributary of the Yiluo River.

Qi Tingji soared into the sky on his sword and gazed into the distance, following the main channel of the Yiluo River. He saw the former throne great demon, Scarlet Consort, who hadn’t revealed her demon form. She was relying on sitting in her own small world and her innate water magic, to unleash a ten-thousand-zhang dharma form that seemed to rival the Lotus Crown Daoist in height. Scarlet Consort’s dharma form stood with its feet on two Yiluo River water mansion buildings that were quite far apart, stepping through their rooftops. The ruins around her feet were scattered with broken glazed tiles of bright yellow and turquoise.
Crimson Consort, her knees slightly bent, reached out and seized the suspended Yeluoch River, her body leaning back.

She possessed the appearance of a young woman, with a pair of scarlet eyes. The magic robes she wore were named “Water Veins,” and the thousands of warp and weft threads were all rivers she had refined, some from the wild lands and some from her acquisitions in Tongye Continent. On her wrist, as white as congealed fat, was a string of golden bracelets, crafted from dozens of natal treasures of the dragon species, rippling with circles of emerald-green ripples, like halos of divine figures. On her feet were embroidered shoes, the tips adorned with two large black pearls, which were currently engaged in a frenzied struggle with the Taoist’s dharma image for the river’s water fortune, stabilizing the Yeluoch River’s flow.

In the desolate lands, some great Dao disputes were exceedingly cruel, like small fish being eaten by shrimp, and then larger fish eating the smaller fish, until nothing remained. The cultivators at the pinnacle of the great Dao preferred to have a single path of ascent behind them, with no other travelers. At most, there would be some insignificant existences halfway up the mountain, and then a dense crowd clustering at the foot, descending the mountain when hungry to devour, and then refining it into their own great Dao fortune.

Previously, Yang Zhi and Crimson Consort had divided eight-tenths of the wild lands’ water fortune, but neither had managed to achieve Dao integration and ascend to the fourteenth realm. Both had been stuck at the peak of the Ascension Realm for thousands of years.

Suspended rivers were being shattered on the spot by the tug-of-war, causing torrential rain and widespread flooding.

However, the water fortune of every drop that fell had been completely divided between the two, flowing into the Taoist’s sleeves and the Crimson Consort’s shoe tips.

Lu Zhi came to Qi Tingji’s side and said, “Compared to this, our sword cultivator fights are indeed less visually appealing.”

Qi Tingji joked, “What is this, some sort of countryside ditch grabbing contest?”

Lu Zhi nodded, “No wonder our Hidden Official is so skilled, it seems he’s returned to his old profession.”

Crimson Consort raged, “Chen Ping An, do I have a feud with you? Why do you have to come to Yeluoch River to cause trouble?!”

If it had been a sword questioning from a Sword Qi Great Wall cultivator, even an old sword immortal like Dong Sangeng, even if their sword strikes were fierce, the Yeluoch River’s water fortune would only be depleted to a certain extent. Even if hundreds of rivers were disrupted and severed by sword qi, after all, the sword cultivators couldn’t take away the water fortune. At most, it would cause Crimson Consort to deplete centuries of cultivation, delaying her breakthrough and Dao integration. Crimson Consort could simply run to another place to seize water fortune, robbing Peter to pay Paul. As long as Mount Tuoyue didn’t obstruct her, she could always replenish the loss. She never expected to encounter this young Hidden Official, who seemed to be naturally attuned to the great Dao of water, engaging her in a great Dao dispute that was no less than the one with that old hag Yang Zhi.

Crimson Consort clenched the turbulent Yeluoch River in her dharma image’s grasp, pulling back with all her might, gnashing her teeth and saying, “If you have the ability, go and wreak havoc on Mount Tuoyue!”

Firstly, Crimson Consort’s great Dao was related to water, and secondly, she was also an old throne demon. Her discernment was definitely higher than that half-baked Ascension Realm Xuanpu. She was certain that the true form of this ten-thousand-foot dharma image was none other than the last Hidden Official, Chen Ping An.

As for how Chen Ping An had transformed into a fourteenth-realm great cultivator, Crimson Consort had no interest in getting to the bottom of it. She was just cursing Mount Tuoyue in her heart for allowing this fellow to penetrate deep into the wilderness.

Beside Qi Tingji and Lu Zhi, a purple-gold lotus flower hovered, its spiritual energy gradually dissipating, as if it could only support them for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, helping the two sword cultivators isolate themselves from the heavenly secrets during this time.

It was definitely Lu Chen’s handiwork.

Ning Yao stood on the bank of the now waterless Wuding River, with a lotus flower slowly rotating around her.

Having participated in the Zhongtu Confucian Temple conference, Chen Ping An had actually said that since he had returned to his hometown, he wouldn’t interfere with anything. Anyway, he couldn’t interfere even if he wanted to. He would just focus on managing his own cultivation.

As a result, he was still so worried and worked so hard. He was truly a workaholic.

The Taoist’s ten-thousand-foot dharma image, working together with Crimson Consort, gathered hundreds of rivers from the entire Yeluoch River water area, merging them into the main channel, stretching it into a suspended river hundreds of thousands of miles long.

The Taoist began to stride forward, repeatedly wrapping the main channel of the Yeluoch River around his arms like a rope, strangling countless aquatic monsters within.

A misty Taoist in blue robes, with a vague face, stood on the shoulder of the lotus-crowned Taoist dharma image, holding a horsetail whisk named “Fuchen,” waved the whisk, pointed towards the Yeluoch River Water Mansion in the distance, and smiled, “The myriad heavens separately establish stars, the constellations obey the decree and return to their positions, the sun and moon are commanded to shine again.”

Within the hundreds of dry riverbeds in the Yeluoch River water area, green bamboo poles were erected, as many as three thousand six hundred, corresponding to the highest Taoist ritual number of the Luo Tian Grand Offering.

A bald little monk riding a fire dragon, with a long sword and a page of golden scripture hanging from his waist, stood on the fire dragon’s head, clasped his hands together, and silently recited, “The Buddhist Dharma propagates in the human world, acting as a lion among the crowd.”

As his words became law, a golden lion as large as a mountain landed, full of vigor, and roared, shaking and killing countless aquatic ghosts of the Yeluoch River. This lion, imbued with Buddhist Dharma, shone with radiant light, leaping towards the Crimson Consort’s dharma image.

Amidst these heaven and earth phenomena, an inconspicuous figure descended from the sky, and was slightly redirected by the Qi dynamic mid-air, arriving at a remote wilderness on the edge of the Yeluoch River water area. It was the penal official, Hao Su, returning to the human realm from the bright moon.

A Lu Chen doppelganger, transformed from a wisp of his mind, was sitting on a tree trunk, dangling his legs, admiring the young Hidden Official’s battle with Crimson Consort from afar. Since ancient times, humans are busy while gods are at leisure. The Third Master of White Jade Capital recited, “This wisdom is in the eye that sees the ten directions, this insight is in the heart that benefits the three lifetimes. The three lifetimes and ten directions are immeasurable, the hands and eyes manifest in countless forms. Such wonderful function is like a reflection of the moon in the water, clearly visible but intangible. If a person sees the Bodhisattva in this way, that person is the son of the Bodhisattva.”

Lu Chen gently patted the tree trunk, nodded to himself with a smile, and said, “To seek strange and special things elsewhere, is to destroy the right Dharma.”

Hao Su wasn’t surprised by Lu Chen’s Buddhist language.

Lu Chen asked with a smile, “Is that moon-chasing talisman still working well?”

Not being in the Azure Billow World, that moon-chasing talisman of his might be greatly discounted here.

Hao Su nodded, “It’s very effective, truly a great talisman.”

Lu Chen’s moon-chasing talisman, along with the Year-End Palace Mistress Wu Shuangjiang’s jade axe talisman, and the Supreme Purity Light Body Talisman, also known as the White Day Ascension Treasure Record, which was hailed as the Upper Corpse Dissolution Talisman, were all worthy of being called great talismans. There was an unwritten rule among talisman masters, that whether they had created an original talisman, and whether it could rank among the universally recognized “great talismans.”
In the Azure Heavens, the Grand Master of White Jade Capital, Daoist Sun of the Great Xuan Capital; the late junior of the Old Abbot, slain by Yu Dou with a sword; Yu Xuan, the talisman master of the Vast Expanse; the successive Grand Celestial Masters of Dragon Tiger Mountain; the Great Demon Yellow Oriole of the old throne in the Wildlands; the Abbess of the Lotus Hermitage; and the long-vanished Palace Master of the Jade Talisman Palace – all were acknowledged as the most supreme talisman masters.

It seemed that, apart from his swordsmanship, Lu Chen possessed insight into six of the seven orifices of enlightenment. He was proficient in all other esoteric arts; there was no unorthodox path Lu Chen had not explored.

However, this Third Master of White Jade Capital, in the Azure Heavens, had no recorded deeds of battling any Fourteenth Realm Great Cultivators.

As one of the three disciples of the Dao Ancestor, he was responsible for rotating the stewardship of White Jade Capital every century. Each time it was Lu Chen’s turn to preside, he scarcely intervened in matters. If any Great Cultivator violated the rules, Lu Chen would simply call at their door to record the transgression. Even if he was denied entry, he would never force his way in. He would only remind the offender from outside, reciting similar words: “Be sure to live for a few more years, and await my Second Brother’s return from beyond the heavens for a reunion.”

Lu Chen flicked his sleeve, jesting, “It was a gift from the Hidden Official to the Punishing Official. I truly envy you, Senior Immortal Qi and Sister Lu had to bend over to pick up scraps, yet you have it so easy.”

From within his Daoist robe’s voluminous sleeve, he shook out the Profound Enclosure True Body, still containing the Ascension Realm demon core. This merit alone would suffice for Hao Su to give an account at the Confucian Temple.

Hao Su tucked the Xuan Serpent into his sleeve, raising an eyebrow. “On someone else’s territory, Chen Ping’an can still slay an Ascension Realm, and even preserve a complete demon core?”

He had assumed that this expedition to the depths of the Wildlands would, at most, yield the slaying of two Immortal Realm demons. He had not expected such an unexpected windfall.

Lu Chen shook his head, smiling, and explained to the Punishing Official that the City Lord of Immortal Hairpin City was killed by his master, Wuti.

Hao Su grew more perplexed. “Was the Profound Enclosure so inept at combat? It was completely slain by Wuti within less than an incense stick’s time? The Profound Enclosure couldn’t even escape the Ancestral Hall?”

This Great Demon of the Ascension Realm…did it feel like the South Illumination of the Vast Expanse?

In Hao Su’s impression, the Great Cultivators of the Ascension Realm in the Wildlands were quite formidable. Even if their lethality was not outstanding, they were at least skilled at escaping.

Lu Chen clapped his knees with both hands, squinting his eyes as he chuckled, “The annual harvest of Immortal Hairpin City is not good, one crop worse than the next. You haven’t seen the Immortal Realm Silver Deer, it was even more paper-thin. There’s no way around it; if the craftsmanship of the Vast Expanse is teaching one’s apprentice to starve the master, then in the mountains here, it’s often teaching one’s disciple to strike down the master. The old ones all hide a few tricks up their sleeves. The young ones all try to secretly decipher the oath made long ago in the Ancestral Hall. That’s right, since none of them are human, why trust human hearts?”

Hao Su glanced at the “tug-of-war” on both sides, casually asking, “When do we draw our swords? Are we just going to watch this play?”

Lu Chen looked at the distant Dharma Idol of Scarlet Consort. “No need to rush. We’ll wait for the Hidden Official to find the right moment and give the order. Scarlet Consort is still quite cautious at the moment, with several escape routes still available. It’s likely the Hidden Official first ensured you didn’t make a wasted trip, and is now devising a plan for Lu Zhi. Doesn’t she want to inscribe words on the city wall? If she can truly slay the Scarlet Consort of the old throne with one sword, then upon returning to the Great Wall of Swords, inscribe the character ‘Lu’… haha, that’s a great character to inscribe! I’ll talk to Sister Lu about it later; as long as she is willing to inscribe ‘Lu’ instead of ‘Zhi’, she doesn’t need to return the Sword Chest.”

Lu Chen sighed and rubbed his chin. “Unfortunately, the opportunity to inscribe the words exists, but it may not succeed. If you want to jointly slay the Scarlet Consort, temporarily serving as the Waterway Overlord of a world, it’s naturally not a matter of insufficient swordsmanship, but it might lack a bit of luck.”

Hao Su recalled something and asked, “Now that the Silver Deer has been ferreted out, why didn’t Chen Ping’an find an opportunity to kill the Ghost Immortal Wuti as well?”

It wasn’t that Hao Su coveted the merit, but given the deadly feud between Immortal Hairpin City and the Great Wall of Swords, he should not have let Wuti off.

Lu Chen explained with a smile, “The Profound Enclosure deserved to die, it had to die. Leaving it in Immortal Hairpin City was a calamity. Wuti is more expendable. A Ghost Immortal who can only linger on the Path of the Underworld is not enough to cause complications for our trip. Moreover, Chen Ping’an has his own considerations. He doesn’t want the Wildlands to lose someone who squats in the latrine without shitting, otherwise, once Wuti vacates a Great Dao position, it would be fine if the Wildlands only gained a replacement Ascension Realm. What if the added luck from the deaths of the Profound Enclosure and Wuti allows a peak Ascension Realm to break through the Great Dao bottleneck, creating a brand-new Fourteenth Realm?”

Hao Su nodded. “Apart from choosing me as the Punishing Official, the Old Sword Immortal’s eye for people is indeed excellent.”

Lu Chen curiously asked, “How did the Old Sword Immortal persuade you to stay?”

Hao Su didn’t seem like someone who would listen to persuasion, and Chen Qingdu would not force Hao Su to stay either.

Hao Su was silent for a moment, then took out a pot of wine, broke the seal, and took a hearty gulp. “The Old Sword Immortal only said two sentences to me back then.”

Lu Chen grew even more curious. “Which two sentences?”

Hao Su gave the answer.

“I don’t care if the Wildlands gains another Ascension Realm sword cultivator.”

“Regarding the matter of revenge, if you were to kill someone as a demon cultivator, it would be different from avenging as a righteous sword cultivator of the Vast Expanse.”

Lu Chen nodded vigorously. “Those are indeed the words that Old Sword Immortal would say.”

“He actually advised me with only two sentences, but there was also a heartfelt word of advice.”

Hao Su smiled. “The Old Sword Immortal reminded me that if I insisted on going to the Wildlands to practice my sword, then so be it, he wouldn’t stop me. But if I were fortunate enough to ascend to the Fourteenth Realm one day, and then dared to appear on the battlefield of the Great Wall of Swords, he would take me down first.”

Lu Chen sincerely praised, “Old Sword Immortal is truly a benevolent and kind senior who persuades people to do good!”

Hao Su smiled. There was another sentence he was unwilling to say.

Back then, Old Sword Immortal patted the young sword cultivator’s shoulder. “It’s good for young people to have vigor, but don’t be in such a hurry to reveal your edge. It’s no different from a child running around in the street with an open-crotch pants, showing his ass and his little bird.”

After that, Chen Qingdu walked away with his hands behind his back, strolling alone on the city wall.

Hao Su squatted on a tree branch, casually tossing out the empty wine pot. “Why did you look at me with such high regard?”
Lu Chen arrived in the desolate wilderness, initially intending only to travel the azure skies with Xingguan. But, through a careless accident, he boarded the young Hidden Official’s treacherous ship.

Lu Chen laughed, “Your cultivation is high, a sword cultivator of the Ascension Realm. Do you think there are many in the Azure Heavens? Not many. Besides… we’re kindred spirits, both carrying regrets, big or small, in our hearts.”

Lu Chen’s regret was failing the Dragon Girl.

Hao Su, before ascending from his blessed homeland with his sword, had made a promise to a woman he admired, that he would return for her.

Hao Su suddenly asked, “What kind of person is the real Lu Chen?”

The Third Patriarch of Bai Yujing before him, might share a similar Dao with the one who sailed the seas of Haoran in search of Immortals, but their words and deeds were as different as clouds and mud.

Therefore, Hao Su always suspected that this Lu Chen was not the true Lu Chen’s real self.

Lu Chen clasped his hands behind his head and offered three sentences one after the other.

“Green waters, a traveling boat; azure mountains, a passing guest; weary of the world after a thousand years, ascending to Immortality, riding upon white clouds to the Emperor’s homeland.”

This was Lu Chen speaking of his path of cultivation, growing tired of Haoran and seeking another place. For a cultivator, home is where the Dao heart rests.

“The mediocre trouble themselves; the trees on the mountain invite the axe; though vast is Heaven and Earth, and myriad are all things, I alone know the cicada’s wing, focused and single-minded.”

This was perhaps Lu Chen’s perspective on the world.

“Concealing the world within the world, taking Heaven as my teacher, this is called a True Man.”

This was likely the root of Lu Chen’s Great Dao, but it seemed impossible for outsiders to learn.

In the tug-of-war, the ten-thousand-foot-tall Daoist Dharma Aspect had already seized forty percent of the water luck from the Yieluo River domain.

Lu Chen clicked his tongue. “A native cultivator from the desolate wilderness, plus us outsiders… so many Great Cultivators of the Fourteenth Realm seem a bit excessive.”

Besides Lu Chen himself, there was also the Great Ancestor, Chu Sheng, returning from beyond the heavens, and Xiao Xun, the former Hidden Official who had betrayed the Sword Qi Great Wall.

There was the old blind man who continued to remain neutral, the dragon-slaying sword cultivator Chen Qingliu, and the Military Strategist Wu Shuangjiang, who was merely traveling.

Of course, there was also Zheng Juzhong of White Emperor City, who kept his true strength hidden.

If Lu Chen’s deductions along the way were accurate, the desolate wilderness might very well gain another Fourteenth Realm sword cultivator, a brand-new “Zong Yuan” created by Mount Tuoyue specifically to target Aliang and Zuo You, Mount Tuoyue’s trump card, undoubtedly a crucial contingency left by Wen Hai in the human world.

What kind of Qi cultivator is most capable of slaying Ascension Realm sword cultivators? It’s simple: a pure sword cultivator of the Fourteenth Realm.

What’s more, there was also a peak Fourteenth Realm Great Cultivator who had not set foot in the desolate wilderness for ten thousand years.

Bai Ze!

This time, there was no doubt that Bai Ze would choose to stand on the side of the desolate wilderness.

Lu Chen suddenly stood up and sighed, “Let’s go. Since we can’t kill Consort Fei, let’s conserve our strength for greater things.”

Hao Su frowned, “Why?”

Chen Ping’an was clearly holding Consort Fei back completely. How could he leave Yieluo River without even drawing his sword?

Lu Chen did not give an answer, only smiled and turned to give a Daoist bow to a place not far away. Then, a wisp of Lu Chen’s mind returned to the Lotus Flower Dojo.

Hao Su hesitated, but ultimately did not draw his sword.

After Lu Chen and Hao Su left, a tall, slender man appeared out of thin air on a nearby tree branch, his expression desolate: Bai Ze.

The formation of Mount Tuoyue was instantly activated, and the surrounding tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were filled with rising water mist. A River of Time, ten thousand years old, encircled the mountain like a moat.

The demon cultivators in Mount Tuoyue were on high alert, without exception, their eyes fixed on a place at the foot of the mountain, where clouds and mist billowed, obscuring the sky and sun.

One person was the first to emerge from the River of Time, followed by Ning Yao, Lu Zhi, and finally, Qi Tingji and Xingguan, Hao Su.

Ten thousand years ago, the Sword Qi Great Wall had three criminal sword cultivators, led by Chen Qingdu, who, with Dragon Sovereign and Guanzhao, jointly attacked Mount Tuoyue.

Ten thousand years later, five sword cultivators from the Sword Qi Great Wall had come to visit the mountain together.

A return gift for the desolate wilderness’s ten thousand years of attacking the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Beyond the heavens, a white-clothed woman casually twirling a star between her fingers, gradually disappeared, and finally, from the vast and boundless endless void, transformed into a dazzling pillar of light, heading straight for that incredibly small desolate wilderness.

At the foot of Mount Tuoyue, the person in the center, Chen Ping’an, stepped on his sword, Night Wanderer, and floated in the air, his right hand, with two fingers together, slowly swept to the right, and a golden ray of light appeared before him.

A long sword with killing power beyond the heavens came from beyond the heavens to this human realm.

Chen Ping’an held the sword in his left hand.

At this moment, Chen Ping’an was like the true wielder of the sword ten thousand years ago, among the Five Supreme of the Ancient Heavenly Court, the earliest wielder of that sword.