Within the storm-torn spaceti, Sky City floated, and the ancient Raging Giant, born a thousand feet tall, with innate talents stronger than the beasts of the Sea Country and the abilities of mortal physique cultivators, even devouring all laws to strengthen itself, drew ever closer.
"Sizzle!"
That still inexplicable sword light reappeared.
The vision before Saint Xin was instantly shredded, blood streaming from both eyes, as the Prophet’s Eye was completely shattered, turning into the Eyes of the Unknown.
He did not know how long he pondered, and when he looked up again.
All powers gathered in his left eye, transforming into a holy divine light.
But in his right eye, devilish energy grew, power still weak, yet beginning to devour all fear and confusion, rapidly growing.
"Destiny, divided among the myriad worlds."
"My divine power has evolved to the limit, the remaining path, I must walk alone."
Saint Xin, feeling sothing, raised his head to gaze at the sky.
He must ascend to the Heavenly Realm, to seek a divine object to rely on the foundation of his own Dao, and to cut off the inner demons; otherwise, in the future, there will be no possibility of advancent.
"Life, evil technique, martial force, giants, all must die!"
"And also, the sword!"
...
"No——"
Saint Xin finally let out a wail of agony, which is only heard in enemies.
He was defeated.
Completely and utterly defeated.
Defeated under that continually elusive sword light, defeated at the mont long foreseen today.
The Nine Major Sword Techniques, Eighteen Sword Forms, and 3000 Sword Styles!
Human power could reach this level, developing the Way of the Sword, establishing a cornerstone, and granting paths to various sword techniques for steady advancent.
Unlike his Holy Path, purely bestowing upon others.
Perhaps, cultivators need this thod more, needing to compete through survival of the fittest, to gain insights... pigs?
The five swords of the Heavenly Pillar, Xuan Cang, Venerable, Angry Immortal, Four, Taicheng, the five pearls of the Earth, Evil sword, Fla Python, Qingfeng, Ting Chen, Double Needles, could instantly release unmatched magnificent power.
Perhaps, I also need to perfect a holy weapon unique to myself, pushing them to the extre, standing beside , rather than rely as tools, in reliance solely on fists and spiritual cultivation thods?
"Who on earth are you..."
"My na is Gu Mu, from tens of thousands of years hence, seeking defeat."
"Invincible? Ha... In this realm, in the Thirty-Three Heavens of the Heavenly Realm, descended from the Ancestral God, seventy-two in number, all feed on us Lower Realm cultivators, though gaining Ancestral God Fate Chart to rely on the Path, countless treasures and divine dicines, spirits in thousands, not unless necessary, never ascend lightly to the Heavenly Realm..."
"Heavenly Realm, is it?"
Saint Xin perished.
Perished under the witness of the continent.
The inner demons, however, successfully took root, sowed in the heart of Gu Mu.
Witnessing Gu Mu planting Sword Hemp on Eastern Mountain, engraving achievents, forging the sword tower, crafting twelve swords, suppressing inner demons, ascending to the Heavenly Realm.
Gu Mu could not return.
Because once His devil’s Saint Xin, cultivated the Blood Demon Reverse Fate Technique in this tower, returned to the past, reliving the invincible life of God’s Saint Xin, and preparing in advance to plunder the destiny of life, evil techniques, martial force, giants foretold by the Prophet’s Eye.
Saint Demon unite and return to zero, Gu Mu must either die at the hands of the Ancestral God in the Heavenly Realm, die on the way ho, or die from the backlash of fortune.
"Devil’s Saint Xin, the first, and will be the only Ancestral God!"
...
"No——"
The sword light glimpsed by the Prophet’s Eye, was not Gu Mu’s sword light, but Bazhun’an’s half-Qingju.
That sword not yet unleashed, Saint Xin seed to once again experience the tragedy of being rcilessly slaughtered by the Nine Major Sword Techniques, Eighteen Sword Forms, and 3000 Sword Styles.
In the Spiritual Cultivation Era where all ancestors perished in the Dragon Sword Battle against Heaven, and all fortunes plundered and returned, he, Saint Xin, had laid so many preparations, yet in this world a swordsman so extraordinarily gifted was still born.
It is ti!
It is fate!
Both pursued the sword, outdone their predecessors.
Luckily, the layout of billions of years cannot be undone overnight.
Even if Bazhun’an surpasses Gu Mu, he has nowhere to display it, having to journey through ti to explore past realms, with undoubtedly only one result, inevitably getting lost!
A lost sword, no matter how strong, cannot strike at oneself.
See off Bazhun’an, welcoming Shen Nong Hundred Grass, Cursed Yin, still in a stalemate.
It is apparent, Snake Sword battle, Heaven Technique pill, various fortunes, can be acquired, except for the Dao ancestor, Xu Xiaoshou, who slightly transcends control, bursting forth halfway.
"If not, once the Blood Demon Reverse Fate Technique opens, Dao, bottom, and ti, the three converge, witnessing Saint Xin as the one and only."
"But thinking of it, these leftover three are also unlikely to force out the Blood Demon Reverse Fate Technique."
...
"No——"
The Blood Demon Reverse Fate Technique was opened.
The Reverse Prohibition Reincarnation also opened simultaneously.
During the Dragon Sword battle against Heaven dicine Ghost technique, the fortune of all Eight Ancestors, all returned to Saint Demon, Ten Ancestors beca one, the great montum was ford, unstoppable.
Why?
Why can’t I defeat, re Xu Xiaoshou!
In the past, in the Prophet’s Eye, the saw sword light, was neither Gu Mu’s pillarless, nor Bazhun’an and Qingju, but Hidden Bitter Heavenly Unravel!
"I..."
When that sword, slashed from the distant spaceti, targeting Devil’s Saint Xin, what semblance was there in Gu Mu traveling from future eras, crossing to cleave God’s Saint Xin with a sword?
Yet, it is not the sa!
Gu Mu’s era has passed.
No matter how strong Bazhun’an is, he cannot return from the ti realm.
The Ten Ancestors fought until now, not one remained, all power reclaiming to myself, every plan was complete!
Why...
Does this sword still dare strike at supremacy?
In that mont of Hidden Bitter Heavenly Unravel, Saint Xin’s life flashed by like a revolving lantern in his mind, until his death, he could not comprehend how Xu Xiaoshou could achieve this.
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