Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather.

Chapter 1075 Rebirth Through Soul Borrowing
Two hours passed, and the battle in Zhenyang Immortal City came to an end.

Without a doubt, the Soul Control Hall won the battle and completely occupied True Yang Immortal City.

The Tianyun army was routed, with countless cultivators dying on the battlefield. The cultivators within Zhenyang Immortal City suffered even greater casualties, with only one or two out of a hundred escaping.

The once bustling and prosperous immortal city has now become a gloomy ghost city, with no living beings inside except for the ghostly soldiers exuding a sinister aura.

Thousands of miles away, Yunxiao led the Lava God General out of the void and plunged into the Myriad Scales Mountain Range below.

At this moment, Yunxiao was in a terrible state. His robes were torn, and he had lost an arm. His left arm was empty, and spiritual energy was constantly leaking from the wound on his left shoulder.

The Golden Core Dao Body has long since transcended the limitations of the mortal body; it is a primordial body formed by the tempering and fusion of spiritual power and physical form.

It is a body of flesh and blood, a reservoir of spiritual energy, and a manifestation of the Dao. Without deliberate effort, it is surrounded by a faint Daoist aura. When injured, it does not bleed, but only releases a few wisps of spiritual energy; when fasting, it does not feel hungry, relying entirely on its spiritual reservoir to circulate the essence of heaven and earth.

While ordinary injuries are nothing to a Golden Core Dao Body, the injury of limb amputation is still very serious, and it would take a considerable price to regenerate the severed limb.

Yunxiao sensed his surroundings and, after confirming that there were no enemies around, let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Finally got rid of them! I wonder how they are doing!"

At this moment, he was somewhat worried about Yang Zhengshan, after all, Yang Zhengshan was facing Ji Wusi.

As for himself, although he was also in a dangerous situation just now, it was far less dangerous than Yang Zhengshan's situation when facing Ji Wusi.

He was only facing the heavily wounded demon king's soldiers; although those guys were numerous, their strength was mediocre. Moreover, he had the Lava God General to assist him.

However, he was only worried for a moment, and then quickly sealed the wound on his left shoulder.

"Are you alright?" he asked the Lava God General beneath him.

"Something's wrong! My spiritual energy is completely depleted, and my body has suffered severe damage. I've lost my left leg, my chest armor is badly damaged, and I've been hit hard on the head!"

"Uh, I need to be retrained!"

"It's lava," the Lava God said in a deep, muffled voice.

Yunxiao looked down at it. Well, it was even more miserable than itself. Its huge body was covered in wounds.

The glossy black armor was shattered, revealing large patches of fiery red bone. Much of the molten flesh had also been lost, leaving a small portion of the body resembling a skeleton.

However, its skeleton is different from a human's, so this skeleton is not scary at all.

"As long as you don't die, that's fine. As for being remade, we'll talk about that when your master returns!" Yunxiao shook his head with a wry smile.

"I can't sense my master's location!"

"Hmm, he should be in the Great Void!" Yunxiao couldn't help but worry again.

The connection between a magical artifact and its owner is through the soul, but this connection is very weak, only about two or three thousand miles away. Beyond that, it is very difficult to sense.

As for the connection between the real world and the void, it is not that there is no connection, but the connection is much weaker.

If Yang Zhengshan were in the nearby Taixu, the Lava God General would still be able to sense him. Obviously, Yang Zhengshan is not in the nearby Taixu.

"Let's go back first!"

Yunxiao examined his body and found that his injuries were quite serious and he had consumed a lot of energy. He would not be able to recover in a short time. To recover, he needed to find a safe place with abundant spiritual energy.

They weren't far from Yang Family Blessed Land at this time, and they would be able to return soon.

I just hope the Impermanent Ghost Sect won't attack the Yang Family's blessed land, otherwise it will be a real problem.

……

In the vast emptiness, the glint of swords and the shadows of blades crisscrossed.

The sharp sword energy and the snow-white blade collided continuously, bursting out countless blade energies, blooming like fireworks in the void.

The battle between Jian Changhe and Leng Xuan has lasted for more than two hours, but the two are still unable to determine a winner.

The two were evenly matched, and after fighting for more than two hours, the situation remained evenly contested.

Jian Changhe's sword intent was extraordinary, but Leng Xuan's saber intent was equally formidable.

Among immortal cultivators, those who cultivate the sword path are relatively few, but they do exist. Leng Xuan is probably the top sword cultivator in the entire Wanhua Domain.

"Your sword is quite good!" Leng Xuan looked at the cyan-gold sword in front of Jian Changhe, a rare serious expression on his face.

His mind is indeed not very sharp, but it's not always so. In battle, his mind works better than many others, especially now.

Jian Changhe deflected the swarming blades with a single sword stroke and said coldly, "Your sword is rather ordinary."

In Jian Changhe's eyes, Leng Xuan's way of the sword is heresy.

It's not that the way of the sword is heretical, it's that Leng Xuan's way of the sword is heretical.

Leng Xuan's swordsmanship is not pure; it is mixed with too many other things, which is obviously inconsistent with Jian Changhe's dedication to the swordsmanship.

Kendo may not be pure, but it must never be mixed up.

Both Jian Changhe and Yunxiao possessed a pure and unadulterated swordsmanship.

There are also a group of sword cultivators from Hidden Sword Mountain, all of whom are pure sword cultivators. Although they also practice magic and supernatural powers, they insist on focusing on the way of the sword.

Leng Xuan's swordsmanship clearly does not align with the principles of Hidden Sword Mountain.

Leng Xuan stared intently at the bone blade before him.

"You're right, I've actually been wanting to get a better knife, but I just can't find one!"

The long sword stands tall, its strokes as swift as a dragon.

Jian Changhe held a sword in one hand and made a sword incantation with the other. The sword intent emanating from his body was as vigorous as a volcanic eruption. In an instant, an invisible sword intent rushed straight towards Leng Xuan.

Eight bone blades spun rapidly around Leng Xuan, their thousands of sharp edges creating a storm that kept Jian Changhe's sword intent three zhang away.

"Although I don't have a good sword, I have a good sword spirit!" Leng Xuan's eyes suddenly turned deep.

The next instant, a dense, sinister aura suddenly erupted from his body, his presence as deep and cold as an abyss.

"Hehehe~~"

"Haha~~"

He laughed, laughed loudly, his laughter growing increasingly manic, and his face becoming more and more ferocious.

"Boy, how dare you say my knife is mediocre!"

His voice also became shrill, as if he had become a different person.

Jian Changhe's expression changed slightly. He sheathed his Azure Gold Sword and looked at Leng Xuan warily.

Leng Xuan at this moment is very different from before. Although Leng Xuan before had a sinister aura, he was still mainly focused on sharp sword intent.

But Leng Xuan has completely changed now. His blade is concealed, and a sinister aura pervades, making him look like a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell.

"Haha, Blade Soul Prison!"

A piercing laugh echoed through the silent void, and a terrifying, sinister aura transformed into countless cold blades, which were no longer bright but had turned a dark, sinister color.

That wasn't a knife; it was a gigantic demon.

But this demon was covered in endless blades, inside and out.

To be precise, it is made up of blades.

Sensing the terrifying sharpness and sinister aura, Jian Changhe's expression grew increasingly solemn.

"Sword intent reaches the divine level!"

Sword intent surged throughout his body, and his internal magic power violently poured into the Azure Gold Sword. Jian Changhe's soul trembled, as if something was trying to break free from his soul.

Sword Intent to the Divine is the strongest secret technique of Hidden Sword Mountain, or rather, the most profound sword-wielding divine power of Hidden Sword Mountain.

It was created by the Heavenly Sword True Lord and hidden within the Hundred Swords Diagram. Jian Changhe's sword techniques were comprehended from the Hundred Swords Diagram.

Faced with Leng Xuan's sudden change, Jian Changhe had no choice but to use his strongest methods to deal with him.

However, just as Jian Changhe was about to unleash this sword strike, his soul suddenly emitted a crisp cracking sound.

No, the cracking sound didn't come from his soul, but from the lapis lazuli sword in his hand.

Jian Changhe stared in astonishment at the sword in his hand, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Before his very eyes, the Azure Gold Sword shattered inch by inch, turning into dust in the blink of an eye.

"Hey~~"

A sudden sigh rang out, echoing through the void.

Along with the sigh, a sword light appeared. The sword light, which was ten feet long, looked unremarkable, yet it was so special that it firmly attracted Jian Changhe's attention.

The sword light flew out and fell into Leng Xuan's Sword Soul Prison.

In an instant, the sinister and terrifying Blade Soul Prison collapsed, revealing Leng Xuan in the middle.

Leng Xuan's ferocious face was also filled with astonishment. He didn't understand why his Blade Soul Prison had disappeared. He couldn't figure it out and didn't understand it.

However, he no longer needed to understand.

The cyan-gold sword light brushed against his body like a gentle breeze.

A thin line appeared on his head, running from the top of his head to his forehead, then to his brow, nose, mouth, and chin, and finally down to between his legs.

The thin lines became more and more obvious, and seemed to be getting thicker.

His face still bore a grotesque look of astonishment, but his body had been split in two.

Jian Changhe stared at this scene in horror.

Leng Xuan was even more confused. When he looked down at him, a look of fear finally appeared in his eyes.

"No!"

It wasn't just his body that was severed, but also his soul.

He only managed to utter a short sound before he breathed his last.

Just then, another figure appeared beside Jian Changhe, with a faint aura emanating from him.

"Sword River!"

"Who are you?" Jian Changhe looked at the figure in front of him in fear.

"You're very good!" the figure said approvingly.

"Who exactly are you?" Jian Changhe felt his thoughts were in disarray; he didn't understand why things had turned out this way.

The figure did not answer his question, or rather, answered his question in a different way.

A hand grabbed Jian Changhe's arm and pulled him out of the void, placing him in a desolate mountain forest.

At this moment, Jian Changhe finally saw the face of the person next to him clearly.

He had a square face, thick eyebrows, half-black and half-white hair, and a pair of eyes as bright as stars.

Jian Changhe stared blankly at him, his pupils contracting continuously, his expression changing from fear to shock and disbelief.

"Master!"

He recognized the person in front of him; the person's figure and appearance were exactly the same as the portrait in the Ancestral Hall of Hidden Sword Mountain.

That's right, it's Heavenly Sword True Lord!
"Hehe, are you surprised?" Heavenly Sword True Monarch looked at the clear sky and chuckled.

"How is this possible?" Jian Changhe felt like he was dreaming.

The Heavenly Sword True Lord had already ascended to immortality four hundred years ago, and his Dharma body was buried in the back mountain of Hidden Sword Mountain, not buried, but sealed away.

The so-called sealing burial is to seal the corpse in a certain place with talisman arrays to prevent people from stealing the corpse and doing things to insult the deceased.

The Dharma body of a Golden Core cultivator is indelible; even if their life force is completely severed, it will take thousands of years to completely dissipate.

There are many cultivators in this world who practice the Yin Sha Dao, such as the Wuchang Ghost Sect. Therefore, after a Golden Core cultivator passes away, his descendants will seal his Dharma body through a burial method.

Jian Changhe had personally witnessed the Dharma body of the Heavenly Sword True Monarch, and he was certain that the Heavenly Sword True Monarch had long since died.

"Don't be too surprised, I'm just being reborn through borrowed souls!" said Heavenly Sword True Monarch.

"What do you mean?" Jian Changhe frowned after his initial shock.

Tianjian Zhenjun was his grandmaster, and his master was Tianjian Zhenjun's last disciple.

He had great respect for the Heavenly Sword True Lord, but he dared not show the slightest respect to the person in front of him.

First, he still doubted whether this person was the Heavenly Sword True Lord; second, he couldn't understand why the Heavenly Sword True Lord had come back to life and why he had reappeared in front of him.

"Your soul and its spirit, combined, will allow you to be reborn through the transfer of soul!" Heavenly Sword True Monarch looked at him with a smile.

Jian Changhe's expression changed slightly as he carefully sensed his own soul. His face then turned pale and then flushed.

"You severed my soul's path?"

"No, I'm just borrowing your divine soul to nourish my true spirit." Heavenly Sword True Monarch still had a smile on his face.

Jian Changhe narrowed his eyes.

"Then I must thank my master for showing mercy!"

The so-called "path of the soul" is actually the connection between the true spirit and the divine soul.

The true spirit is a part of the soul, but in reality, the true spirit is the root of the soul. The so-called soul flying away and the spirit scattering is essentially the dissipation of the true spirit.

For cultivators, only the dissipation of their true spirit constitutes true death.

As long as the true spirit does not perish, it is not considered death.

Tianjian Zhenjun did not sever the connection between Jian Changhe's true spirit and divine soul; he merely used Jian Changhe's divine soul to nurture his own true spirit.

After all, he was already dead, his lifespan was exhausted, and his soul had dissipated, leaving only this wisp of true spirit.

His true spirit has always been in the Hundred Swords Diagram of Hidden Sword Mountain. The supernatural power that Jian Changhe comprehended from the Hundred Swords Diagram is actually his true spirit.

He did this in order to be reborn by borrowing Jian Changhe's soul.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't have a divine soul; he can use the divine soul of the Azure Gold Sword to complete his own. It doesn't matter if he doesn't have a dharma body; he can possess another body to return to life.

As long as his true spirit remains, he can be reborn.

Of course, this is also harmful to Jian Changhe.

By extracting his true spirit from Jian Changhe's soul, he would inevitably damage Jian Changhe's soul.

Although this injury will not end Jian Changhe's path, it will affect his cultivation. It will take him several decades to heal the injury to his soul.

"Haha, don't be so angry. I had no choice but to borrow the power of your grand-disciple to be reborn!" Tianjian Zhenjun patted Jian Changhe's shoulder in a very familiar manner.

"Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that you are my grand-disciple, I would have possessed your body long ago!"

After saying that, he grinned.

That laugh sent chills down Jian Changhe's spine.

Seize the house!

(End of this chapter)