"Hahaha..." The voice of the Ancient Ancestor of the Demon Path, tinged with a hint of madness and a touch of admiration, resonated, "The Transformation of Heaven and Earth has occurred; no wonder no one has surpassed you in a thousand years... Despite such severe injuries, you still managed to reach this stage..."
"In the Nine Provinces Cultivation World, there are few who can compare with you now..."
"It’s a pity you’re missing your true Divine Sword! Today, it is our honor to witness your fall here..."
The two Ancient Ancestors of the Demon Path did not persuade the Sword Sect to give up resisting, nor did they persuade them to hand over the Heavenly Revelation Secret Treasure. Instead, they spoke with a tone of respect, recounting what seed to be an already determined fact.
Yan Qingwu looked into the distance, her eyes devoid of fear of death, and devoid of attachnt to the world.
To her, life and death seed to be very ordinary things.
In her eyes, there was only the sword, only tranquility.
She looked towards the Heavenly Vault, her gaze unclouded. The Sword Heart hidden in a place beyond anyone’s scrutiny held a warmth unnoticed by all, simply imperceptible.
Suddenly, in the distance, a giant tore through the external barrier, revealing an ancient face full of the vicissitudes of ti, shining with an immortal brilliance.
The expressions of the six turned solemn.
The flas that had ignited in their eyes were, as if doused by heavy rain, instantly diminished by more than half.
"It has finally co," Cheng Tianyong sighed lightly. "If only I had discovered it earlier..."
"Brother, you’re not to bla..." Zhong Xiao said softly. "Who could have known that such an Ancient God would be in the Mountain Mist Sect..."
Ancient Gods were a part of history after the Transformation of Heaven and Earth bestowed fortunes upon the Nine Provinces.
These histories proved that before the Transformation of Heaven and Earth, an even more ancient era existed. During this ti, a group of more powerful beings lay buried within the ancient lands of the Nine Provinces, along with even more ancient histories. Only after the Transformation of Heaven and Earth did hints of their existence begin to surface.
For hundreds of years, many Sects focused on exploring these ancient myths. And hundreds of years ago, the first Ancient God’s Corpse was unearthed.
Claid to be tens of thousands of feet tall, the Ancient God’s Corpse nearly led to the destruction of a province, causing countless disasters.
They were enveloped with the Principles of Heaven and Earth, impervious to Magic, unreachable by Divine Sense, and possessed almost immortal bodies. Once awakened, even an Ancient God of the Divinity Transformation Realm possessed trendous Heaven and Earth Power.
After the Transformation of Heaven and Earth, there were nurous wonders in the Nine Provinces, among which the Ancient God Relics were considered top-tier monsters.
Now awakened by the Holy Daughter of the Abyss Sea Hall through a Secret Technique and turned into an Immortal Zombie, its terrifying aura was enough to make one lose the desire to fight at a re glance.
"Kill..."
An ancient accent murmured from the mouth of the Immortal Zombie, Yun Huan.
His tensed veins bulged like towering mountain ranges, and a single strand of his hair seed capable of crushing an entire forest.
With a lift of his hand, boundless corpse energy spread, covering the sky and indiscriminately affecting friend and foe.
The radiance he exhaled was like the fetid qi from the abyss.
With each step he took, mountains and rivers seed to invert, and the sun and moon hung upside down. Everything was overshadowed by that terrifying presence...
BOOM!
The Immortal Zombie punched out, like a star falling to the earth, and the Big Formation ford by the six instantly shattered.
The six scattered, their eyes filled only with horror...
Afterward, the Immortal Zombie seed to sense a unique aura and gazed directly at the snow-white figure in mid-air...
With the Big Formation broken, the entire Sword Sect was as if stripped naked, exposed on Gu Yun Mountain.
Between heaven and earth, it was as if everything had beco starkly clear, with no further changes.
Yan Qingwu gazed at the Immortal Zombie, a white glow emanating all around her. Her resolute eyes held a hint of nostalgia, as if recalling sothing.
Unafraid of life and death, she then looked towards the Heavenly Vault again, seemingly without any fear of the Immortal Zombie.
"What a state of ’Sword Heart No Self Heavenly Realm’..."
The two Ancient Ancestors of the Demon Path stood proudly in the distance, just quietly watching with no intention to intervene. This was mainly because they could no longer do so; they had suffered heavy injuries.
But now, this Immortal Zombie was enough to wear this Sword Immortal down to death, unless she chose to flee. Unfortunately, that was impossible.
If it were another great power from the Sword Sect, perhaps they would choose to escape and plan further.
But this Yan Sword Immortal possessed such an unyielding temperant that to ask her to flee, or even take a single step back, would be a disrespect to her very identity.
That unique will of the Sword Immortal, passed down through a thousand years, had long transcended fear of life and death to reach the highest realm.
Thus, as Ancient Ancestors of the Demon Path, they admired her. They admired her to the point of being content to watch her fall.
Facing such an enemy, they wondered how the ancestors of the Three Great Demon Sects had fallen in the past.
To die at the hands of such a person was truly no injustice.
「anwhile.」
「Heavenly Sword Peak.」
Accompanied by a flicker of light, Wang Mu landed on the ground.
"Here we are."
Nanrong Biyou looked around, slightly frowning, "Your Heavenly Sword Peak is still quite clean. No Master, no Disciples, and no need for those Demon Cultivators to break in."
Afterward, she glanced into the distance, shaking her head, "The Mountain Protection Array has been broken, and you Peak Leaders have suffered heavy injuries. Currently, it seems you’ve lost much of your fighting strength."
The distant snow-white silhouette did make Nanrong Biyou pause for a few seconds.
"She’s really tough, still holding on till now..." Nanrong Biyou snorted. "She’s truly a fine Sword Immortal, stubbornly refusing to leave..."
"Look, that Elder Yan of yours is over there... That dark shadow on the other side, like a tall mountain, that’s the Immortal Zombie."
"We can’t stay here. In a mont, I’ll let you leave first..."
Wang Mu shook his head slightly. The long-distance teleportation made him feel as if his body were being torn apart. As it was his first ti, he found it sowhat difficult to adapt. Fortunately, his body was extrely robust; after a few breaths, he regained his composure and looked towards the distance.
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