"Look quickly, who is that!"
At the Spirit Lake Sword Sea, just as everyone was eagerly anticipating, the world suddenly lost its color.
The entire world dimd in an instant, as a burst of strong light shot from the sky, forcefully drawing everyone’s gaze.
As they looked up, they saw a backlit black figure strolling effortlessly, like an immortal casually walking, with an awe-inspiring presence.
"Buzz!"
The Sword Sea trembled in unison.
The myriad swords gave birth to sword cognition, transforming into aether, flowing upward.
Originally, the myriad swords, that were forced under the dominance of Bazhun’an, seed to have welcod a second Sword Deity, unexpectedly turning and bowing "uncontrollably" to the figure.
"This..."
The Five Domains Spectators were all shocked as they watched.
In today’s world, who can, like the Eighth Sword Deity, manipulate so much sword cognition and reputational strength for their own use...
Counting on one’s fingers, only a few could achieve this!
"Lord Shou, perhaps?"
"It has to be him!"
"Absolutely! At least at tis like these, Lord Shou never misses out."
This little thing...
i Siren’s eyelids twitched; he didn’t even need to look.
As soon as he noticed that the list of fad swords missed the Fla Python, he knew what his student, Xu Xiaoshou, wanted to do.
Big Brother Shou...
Su Qianqian looked up, her mind flashing back to the small awkwardness when Big Brother Shou taught her the Reverse Sword Subduing.
Now, he has used the Reverse Sword Subduing, from the Tiansang Spirit Palace Windcloud Competition, to hover above the heads of all ancient swordsn in the five regions.
Young Master Xu...
Xiao Wanfeng’s eyes also held an intense anticipation.
No matter how self-assured and arrogant the ancient swordsn or the younger generation are, when Young Master Xu appears, everyone instinctively takes a step back.
"Lord Shou! It’s Lord Shou!"
Around the Spirit Lake, everyone was focused, their eyes blinking with their thoughts stirring.
Lead by the matchmaker preacher, the scene instantly zood in on the high figure in the sky, passionately shouting and interpreting innurable glorious victories.
"The heavens stand high at Bazhun’an, the saints stand taller at Xu Xiaoshou!"
The legend of the Eighth Sword Deity suppressing a generation has beco a story for leisure in later generations’ tea-ti chatter.
In this era, no matter young, old, or those in between, almost everyone lives under the shadow of Lord Shou.
Bazhun’an was once defeated.
Lord Shou, until now, has never lost!
Even if the Holy Emperor and Ancestral God were present, he handled matters skillfully.
Everyone wanted to shut the door on him, but he never accepted; instead, he kicked the door open, causing the owner inside to tumble more than once in his hand.
"Rushing and jostling, I still made it to this lively scene... Bazhun’an, I didn’t arrive late, right?" A light laugh echoed from the sky, halting everyone’s drifting thoughts.
The auspicious clouds scattered, the crane shadow departed.
The tall figure, surrounded by various phenona, solidified, his robes fluttering, youthful and elegant, undeniably Lord Shou.
The gaze of the masses did not make him feel uneasy; on the contrary, he enjoyed it thoroughly, and when he glanced around, not many dared to et his eyes, giving him a sense of pride.
"Hiss!"
Striding in the void, he took a long inhale.
Feeling the entire world’s gaze following him, feeling the nourishnt of fa, the newly erged Jin Ren shuddered with pleasure, as if he had just relieved himself.
—It’s this simple, crude thrill!
He swept his gaze over Gu Qingyi, Zhang Mu, Xiao Kongtong, Xiao Wanfeng, Lei Shuangxing, Luo Leilei, Feng Tingchen, Gou Wuyue, Master Siren... and everyone bowed their heads.
Those who did not bow, Jin Ren assud were respectfully watching.
Good!
All sentient beings fear ; this is what it ans to be a true man.
This was ant as only my honor could enjoy such treatnt.
But now, as Jin Ren, I get to experience it once—dying so many tis, just to enjoy this mont, my true self, you really are inhuman!
My true self once had a dream: to shout "I am an Innate-stage fighter" among ten thousand people, thus earning ten thousand passive points.
Jin Ren smiled.
He did not have such shallow dreams.
His dream, under the spotlight of the entire world, was to publicly tell a long-planned legendary story:
"Thirty thousand years ago..."
Jin Ren lifted his chin, his voice ethereal, setting the scene.
"Xu Xiaoshou!"
Not far away, Hua Changdeng’s gaze fixed as he sternly interrupted, clearly intending to settle old matters.
Trash.
Even my Jin Ren Emperor cannot discern it.
The Dao Extre Realm of the Great Path of Will, how could those mortals understand beneath their Super Taoization? The entire world is under my Jin Ren’s guidance!
Jin Ren ignored Hua Changdeng, waved dismissively, indicating the ants to keep silent, and continued speaking to the five regions.
His dream wasn’t grand.
In Qianshi, my true self fishes, revealing himself before the demon, dicine, and pestilent Third Ancestors.
It is seen that he is enjoying it, wise eyes could see—his death is near.
So dreams must be realized early, for if left late, it might need the next incarnation of Jin Ren to pretend:
"Thirty thousand years ago, Sword God observed the moon atop the Sword Tower."
"For three whole days and nights, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, the creations of heaven and earth, and then felt a resonance..."
Sword Ancestor’s business?
Hua Changdeng squinted his eyes, truly pausing his following words.
This story, he had never heard before; could it be that Xu Xiaoshou went to the Sword Tower and returned?
"Lord Shou is really top-notch, even Hua Changdeng is ignoring him?"
"Sword Ancestor’s past, could it be related to the Eighth Sword Deity gathering the 21 fad swords, wanting to give Bazhun’an so enlightennt?"
"Anticipation, anticipation, rubbing hands, rubbing hands, so what next did the Sword Ancestor feel?"
Wearing a black crown and dark robe, emperor-like Bazhun’an inexplicably felt a sense of anxiety.
Why did Xu Xiaoshou appear?
What does he want to do?
Jin Ren ignored everyone, continuing on his own, yet when all awaited, he shifted his tone:
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