"Old family head, co back quickly, sothing big has happened!"
...
"They’ve all co."
Spiritual swords from all parts of the five regions flew in like locusts from all directions.
Upon nearing Bazhun’an and the imperial presence with the black crown and dark robe behind him, they all paused simultaneously, bowing their heads to show reverence and submission, spreading in a fan-shaped array in the sky.
The fan shape beca a circle...
The circle turned into a sphere...
Sword Sea!
A true Sword Sea!
In the blink of an eye, the Spirit Lake of Lingyu Mountain was filled with a sky-covering Sword Sea, with countless spiritual swords roaring in from behind.
From the tenth grade to the first grade, from spiritual swords to soul swords...
Double-edged, hexagonal, pointed, slanted, long swords, short swords, heavy swords, broadswords...
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, black, and white with mixed colors, illusory and fantastical, everything imaginable and beyond.
Above the Spirit Lake, under the imperial presence, it seed like the highest-level sword exhibition was opened for everyone from the five regions, showcasing various styles and forms, dazzling and overwhelming.
Swords with spiritual quality, upon Bazhun’an’s command, attended and submitted, none dared to defy.
"Is this the Ten Thousand Sword Technique?"
"Is this the first level, Absolute Imperial Control?"
The Sword Sea in the sky, this scene was beyond shocking; it made one’s scalp tingle with fear.
"No, I can also perform Absolute Imperial Control!"
"Why does Bazhun’an’s Absolute Imperial Control feel a bit different from mine? Did I cultivate a fake Ten Thousand Sword Technique?"
"...A bit?"
The Five Domains Spectator was completely fired up.
Compared to the previous discussions, which were dull and tedious to the common ear due to their complexity,
Bazhun’an’s single phrase "The mysterious pearl with twelve fringes, crowned by the dragon pattern, I proclaim myself sovereign," stirred everyone’s thoughts into a frenzy, causing their blood to boil.
However, the intention of proclaiming sovereignty and commanding the swords was clearly not limited to just that.
Beside the Spirit Lake, finally, a fad sword-bearer could not hold back the sword in hand and was forced to release it.
"Yuelian!"
The top of the list of famous swords, Demonic Sword Yuelian.
Its sword body was originally wrapped tightly by a sealing belt, imperable.
Now it unsheathed, trembling wildly with a humming sound, as the gray binding straps unraveled without a command along the way.
"Woo-woo——"
At this mont, the sky darkened, with evil energy invading half the sky.
The hundreds of thousands of swords in the Sword Sea shivered in fright, retreating quickly to make way for the Demonic Sword Yuelian, not daring to overstep.
"Whoosh..."
Gu Qingyi exhaled heavily, his face full of shock, staring incredulously at the Demonic Sword Yuelian flying away from him.
More than the anger at the "master-servant" concept shown by Bazhun’an earlier, this mont with Yuelian’s connection felt filled with overwhelming fear and tremor for Gu Qingyi.
"Is this Bazhun’an’s summoning power?"
Buzz!
The Second Junior Brother’s sword also took flight.
The Blood Sword, The Bewitching Demon, upon ascending to the sky, blood mist engulfed the sky, crimson across the wilderness, once again forcing the Sword Sea to retreat in fear.
Renowned as one of the Seven Sword Deities, Gu Qinger howled from behind.
Gu Qingyi only felt that the voice was so distant, he couldn’t completely make out the words, only his thoughts swayed in the wind and rain:
"Sword Deity..."
"Both as Sword Deities... No! Bazhun’an isn’t even a Sword Deity..."
Buzz!
Ranked fourth on the list of famous swords, Devil Sword Demonic Emperor Black Dragon, in the sky.
This sword was very overpowering, with devilish energy overflowing, suppressing the Sword Sea, vying for splendor with Yuelian and The Bewitching Demon.
"Not among the Sword Deities, yet forcibly stepping into the eighth..."
Buzz!
Ranked ninth on the list of famous swords, The Voice of Nulan, getting the skyward command.
"In this era of brilliance, so luminous that even Supre Master Wen Ting couldn’t lift his head, only a few among the Ten High Nobles could compare slightly..."
Buzz!
Ranked twelfth on the list of famous swords, Staff Sword Divine-beating Crutch, receiving the skyward command.
"In the past thirty years, bowing to no ancient swordsman of the Eastern Region, the true Seven Sword Deities did not revere, yet treated it as a new deity, nearly insane..."
Buzz!
Ranked thirteenth on the list of famous swords, Crane Sword Ting Chen, receiving the skyward command.
"Is this the Eighth Sword Deity?"
Buzz...
Buzz buzz buzz...
Gu Qingyi’s head humd, waves of dizziness exploded in his skull.
The higher the fad swords flew, the further the Sword Sea retreated.
Bazhun’an standing with hands behind his back in the void, and the imperial presence of the black crown and dark robe behind him, seed more imposing with increased distance.
"I..."
Gu Qingyi reached out, touching the sky, as if trying to grasp sothing.
At that mont, he couldn’t even muster anger; his heart was filled with a deep sense of powerlessness—back when he won Yuelian, how much energy did he expend? With just one word from Bazhun’an, the renowned swords all rushed to gather?
Gu Qingyi was bewildered.
He envied the talents of the Second and Third Junior Brothers.
He also accepted the belief of "diligence can compensate for clumsiness" and "the early bird catches the worm."
Throughout the years, with Supre Master Wen Ting’s encouragent, he relied on his dogged willpower, staying half a step ahead of several Junior Brothers, securing his position as the Eldest Senior Brother of Burial Sword Tomb.
"Effort?"
"Talent?"
Gu Qingyi always believed that with enough effort, a person can, relying on strong will, reach the level of talent... the human conquers the sky!
"Is it really so?"
When the legend no longer remains a legend and can be witnessed firsthand.
When the talent that surpasses talent fulfills before his eyes, his dream shatters.
"Beyond reach..."
Gu Qingyi looked up.
Amidst the encircling Sword Sea, under the sky-covering presence, Bazhun’an stood gracefully with his hands behind his back, appearing otherworldly and beyond the cosmos.
At long last, Gu Qingyi completely understood why, back in those days, the Ten High Nobles had elevated him not only to a Sword Sovereign but also called him Godhood, to the brink of delirium.
"Path?"
"What path?"
"When legend is no longer a legend, can it be acknowledged as the Path itself?"
Eight!
This one word, in all its simplicity.
Gu Qingyi finally realized why in those days, the Ten High Nobles had declared him Supre Sovereign, with the Crown above the Spirit Lake, standing tall, higher than the firmant, as if no being of this world, ought to be considered Godly.
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