Chapter 96

Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source!

Han Muye clenched his fist and stood at the bow of the ship.

That was Master Mo Yuan.

The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Swords.

With his凝聚气修为, he controlled a single sword intent, condensed thousands of sword auras, and shook the area within ten miles, his sword slicing through the sky.

This sword, named Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source.

This sword, was very powerful.

But it was not a match for the Grand Elder of the Tai Ling Sword Sect, the perfected Core Formation realm expert Mu Tieyang.

Han Muye knew why Mo Yuan had to use this sword.

To repay the two hundred years of support from the Nine Profound Sword Gate.

To protect the Elder of the Sword Pavilion on his final journey.

To, with Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source, challenge a half-step Celestial Realm expert.

Also, to let the world know that we mortals can use ordinary swords to battle the Celestial Realm!

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source." Watching the sword that supported the sky move forward, Han Muye whispered softly.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source?" Bai Suzhen's eyes sparkled, and she slightly tiptoed to look into the distance: "Is that the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Swords?"

"What a move, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source!" He Zang's body was filled with spiritual energy, his gaze fixed on Mo Yuan who walked forward with his hands behind his back: "Our cultivation should be like this."

Bai Suzhen nodded.

Despite the peak Earth Realm ahead, he did not yield, advancing with his sword raised.

This is what a sword cultivator should be!

"Boom—"

Before the giant sword, a bronze sword light rose.

The sword light was ancient, yet it had a grandeur that was hard to look at directly.

That sword, was terrifying.

The cold and icy sword light turned the sunset into a cold blue.

The sword light met the illusory giant sword, and the sound of the sword resounded through the heavens and earth.

One breath.

Three breaths.

Ten breaths.

After ten breaths, a long sigh, the illusory giant sword shattered, and Mo Yuan's figure flipped backward, falling down.

"Ultimately, he is weak." He Zang shook his head, speaking with regret.

Weak.

That was a half-step Celestial Realm, the peak of the Western Border, the sword technique of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Swords, no matter how strong, could not resist.

To hold for ten breaths was already the limit.

The sword light condensed by the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Swords shattered, and the bronze sword light pursued and cut down on the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Swords.

Han Muye's eyes narrowed, just about to leap out, but suddenly stopped.

Behind him, the purple flames and green shadows trembled.

In his sleeve, the flying sword hummed softly.

Beside him, Bai Suzhen and He Zang's bodies emitted the sound of swords.

Not just here.

Ahead, the sound of swords, like heavenly music, echoed.

Within a hundred miles, ten thousand swords resonated!

All the sword artifacts, as if meeting their king, longed and bowed in reverence!

Sword lights condensed into rainbows, spanning the heavens and earth.

"This sword of Daoist Mo is excellent, after a hundred years of dedicated cultivation, it can cut through the Celestial Realm."

An aged voice sounded, covering all the sword sounds.

Wearing a green robe, with white hair and beard, the Sword Pavilion Elder, standing tall like a sword, stepped onto the sword light rainbow, hovering a hundred feet in the air.

He reached out his hand into the void.

The giant sword that Mo Yuan had been shaken apart slowly reformed.

The sword emitted a brilliant light, dazzling to the extreme.

"Gao Changgong of the Nine Profound Sword Gate's Sword Pavilion, invites Daoist Mu Tieyang of the Tai Ling Sword Sect to face death."

The voice of the Sword Pavilion Elder, as if descending from the heavens, echoed for a hundred miles, causing a great rumble.

This, was the power of the Sword Pavilion Elder, the hundred-breath Celestial Realm!

In these hundred breaths, he could battle the Celestial Realm.

When he drew his sword, below the Celestial Realm, he could cut through!

Han Muye stood at the bow of the ship, his face showing anxiety, but his body could not move at all.

"Young man, watch carefully."

"This sword, I have nurtured for sixty years."

The voice of the Sword Pavilion Elder sounded in Han Muye's ear, gentle, with a hint of satisfaction, and immense pride.

The divine soul sword in Han Muye's divine treasury trembled, unable to break free.

He thought that by reaching Lu Yuan Mountain, he could stop the Sword Pavilion Elder from drawing this sword.

He thought that the divine soul sword in his divine treasury could replace the Sword Pavilion Elder in drawing this sword.

But standing here, he realized that his divine soul sword, in front of the Sword Pavilion Elder, did not even have the qualifications to draw a sword.

A divine soul sword nurtured for sixty years, was not about how solid the sword intent was.

This sixty years of nurturing a sword, was about the essence, energy, and spirit, the momentum of a single sword that must kill!

"Good, to be able to receive a sword from Daoist Gao, I have no regrets about life or death."

Ahead, an old man in a black robe held a bronze ancient sword, facing the Sword Pavilion Elder from a distance.

His long sword pointed at the Sword Pavilion Elder, and a towering mountain shadow floated around him.

Sword momentum!

Although illusory, it had already formed a half-step great momentum!

Half-step sword momentum, peak Earth Realm.

Could this level of combat power resist the hundred-breath Celestial Realm?

At this moment, everyone's gaze was fixed on the two figures in the void ahead.

Not just within a hundred miles, but even a thousand or ten thousand miles away, countless people were drawn to this battlefield.

This sword today would determine the great momentum of the Western Border for a hundred years, and the fortune of the two major sects for a hundred years!

Han Muye's gaze was fixed on the front.

At this moment, his emotions gradually calmed down.

Just like Master Mo Yuan drawing his sword, the Sword Pavilion Elder had waited for this sword for countless years!

Nurturing a divine soul sword for sixty years, wasn't it to battle a strong expert like Mu Tieyang, to fight for a bit of fortune for the sect?

Cultivation, sword cultivation, beyond immortality, was it about killing?

To kill a half-step Celestial Realm, no regrets!

Just as Han Muye understood, all the suppressing forces on his body dissipated.

Ahead, the sword in the Sword Pavilion Elder's hand thrust out.

The sword light shone brightly.

Brighter than the sunset, as if the light of the sky had reversed.

The sword tip was cold and clear, seemingly freezing a thousand miles of mountains and rivers, making the grass and trees wither.

Fast.

This sword, in a flash, was faster than a meteor.

"Clang—"

The sound of the long swords colliding echoed.

This sound seemed to be right by the ear, yet it also seemed to be ten thousand miles away.

The sword light dimmed, and the setting sun had disappeared from the horizon.

In the void, the sound of the sword mourned.

The Sword Pavilion Elder stood in the void, hands behind his back, unmoving.

In front of him, the Grand Elder of the Tai Ling Sword Sect, Mu Tieyang, held a broken sword, one hand pressing on his chest.

"Unable to turn the tide..."

Mu Tieyang's figure fell, and several figures rushed out from below to catch him.

No one spoke, and the disciples of the Tai Ling Sword Sect flew away in retreat.

The sword aura around the Sword Pavilion Elder began to dissipate, and his figure slowly fell.

Han Muye took a deep breath and said calmly, "If we become enemies in the future, I will let you off once."

After speaking, his figure moved, like a flash of sword light, already rushing down from the flying boat.

On the flying boat, Bai Suzhen's eyes flickered, and she finally broke into a light laugh.

"This guy is quite interesting."

Beside her, He Zang turned his head to look, then looked at the falling Han Muye, and ultimately did not speak.

"Let's go, my appearance here will leave a handle for the Shangyang Demon Sect." Bai Suzhen whispered, turning to step into the cabin.

The Shangyang Demon Sect, the second of the nine sects of the Western Border, the leader of the Western Border demon path.

The sect master of the Shangyang Demon Sect, Li Mu Bai, was the first expert of the Western Border demon path, a Celestial Realm expert.

He Zang nodded, his body enveloped in spiritual light, the flying boat wrapped, and he murmured softly: "Actually, this kid is pretty good..."

...

Han Muye flew down to the mountain, and sword lights flashed in warning, then retreated.

He was wearing the inner disciple clothing of the Nine Profound Sword Gate, and no killing intent emerged from his body.

Landing on the mountain rock, Han Muye flew forward, taking large steps to the mountain peak.

At the mountain peak, several inner disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Gate held swords to protect, in the middle, was the seated Mo Yuan, standing on a green stone looking at the distant Sword Pavilion Elder, and the green-robed Fire Vein Elder Su Yuan.

"Young man, how was my sword?"

The Sword Pavilion Elder turned his head, looking at the running Han Muye.

"Majestic heavenly power, one sword can sweep away the demons and evil spirits of the world." Han Muye spoke loudly.

The Sword Pavilion Elder laughed heartily, pointing at Han Muye: "Did you come just to see me draw this sword?"

Han Muye shook his head, walked forward, exchanged a glance with Mo Yuan, then raised his head and said: "I came to bring you back to the Sword Pavilion."

"Back to the Sword Pavilion..." The expression on the Sword Pavilion Elder's face changed, he turned around, and looked at the last trace of the setting sun disappearing.

"Good, back to the Sword Pavilion."