From the fake emperor to the concubine

Sword energy erupted within the Eye Demon's body, countless beams of white light shooting out from all parts of its body. Its pupils instantly cracked, and black blood poured down like a torrential rain.

The blood that fell to the ground corroded deep pits in the rocks.

The sword energy that pierced through the extraterrestrial demons remained undiminished, soaring straight into the sky.

A beam of white light pierced through the clouds, tearing a huge gash in the thick, dark clouds. Long-awaited sunlight streamed through the crack, casting a golden beam across the ravaged land.

Then, continuing upwards, it actually cleaved a huge hole directly in the sky.

The edges of the hole were as clean as if cut by a knife, and through it, one could even see galaxies from beyond the universe. Fragments of shattered space fell like snowflakes, then dissipated into specks of starlight in mid-air.

The scene of Zheng Yi cleaving the sky with his sword was witnessed by almost everyone in the Eastern Wilderness.

From the towering mountains of southern Xinjiang to the glaciers of northern China, from the coast of the East China Sea to the deserts of western China, countless cultivators looked up at the sky without prior arrangement.

The shock this sword energy brought them was several times greater than the shock of the extraterrestrial heaven falling into the Eastern Wilderness.

A single sword strike could shatter an extraterrestrial demon.

Wherever that sword energy passed, it left behind lingering cracks in space. The massive body of the extraterrestrial demon was torn apart like paper, and its black blood poured down like a torrential rain.

When did such a terrifying expert appear in the Eastern Wilderness?

No.

In the minds of all cultivators in the Eastern Wilderness, there could not possibly be such a terrifying cultivator in the world.

This person not only shattered the extraterrestrial demons, but also destroyed the heavens of the Eastern Wilderness world.

The sword light, undiminished in its momentum, soared straight into the heavens. The sky was torn open like a tattered cloth, revealing a dazzling galaxy behind it.

The self-healing power of space caused the cracks in the sky to quickly close, but the remaining sword intent still intertwined and flickered in the air. Those fragments of lightning lasted for several dozen breaths before slowly dissipating between heaven and earth.

However, the scene of the sky shattering was deeply etched in everyone's minds and could not be forgotten.

Even hundreds of years from now, when today's witnesses recall it, they will still tremble involuntarily.

It was not just a visual shock, but a profound shock to the soul, etched into the very depths of every cultivator's spirit like a brand.

Tianxuan Sword Sect.

Chu Tianjiao, who was maintaining the Sword Qi Star River Formation, stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

In his distraction, he even forgot to maintain the great formation.

The light barrier of the sword formation shook violently, and several nodes began to collapse.

The sword energy that erupted from the sect's sword tomb, no longer restrained by him, directly pierced through the two layers of protective arrays, forming a shape like a mountain.

The ground of the ancient sword tomb cracked open, and the sleeping spirit swords were unsheathed, but they could not find a target to attack and could only fly around haphazardly in the air.

Normally, if the Soaring Sword were to rise and unleash ten thousand swords simultaneously, it would surely inspire awe and envy among cultivators.

Looking across the entire Eastern Wilderness, only the Sword Tomb of the Heavenly Profound Sword possesses such terrifying sword energy.

This is the source of the Heavenly Profound Sword Sect's enduring strength, and the foundation that makes other sects wary. The sword intent left behind by the ancestors of each generation nourishes each other, and has long since formed a unique realm of swordsmanship.

But now, hardly anyone cares how powerful the Sword Tomb of the Heavenly Profound Sword Sect is.

The refugee monks kept their eyes fixed on the sky, seemingly oblivious to the strange phenomenon of the Sword Tomb so close at hand.
What good is being powerful?
Can it kill the extraterrestrial demon with a single sword strike, or can it cleave a hole in the sky?
Compared to that invincible sword energy, the sword energy of the Sword Tomb was like a weak and frail child.

The cultivators, who had been under the protection of the Tianxuan Sword Sect for a long time, began to whisper among themselves.

"My God, did you see that? What is that thing?" A female cultivator grabbed her companion's sleeve, her fingernails digging into her flesh.

Her voice was shrill and distorted, completely losing its usual elegance. The shock and fear in her eyes were like that of a mortal witnessing a miracle.

"It seems...it seems to be sword energy?"

The old man's voice trembled as he answered, his whisk shaking like a reed in the wind. It was unclear whether he was replying to the other person or talking to himself.

He had cultivated for over three hundred years, yet he couldn't recognize which sect or school that sword energy belonged to.

"Nonsense, of course I know that's sword energy, but that's impossible. How could it be unknown?" The cultivator who said this had a flushed face and bulging veins on his neck.

He searched through all the legends in his memory, but couldn't find a figure who could match him.

Not to mention him, among all the cultivators present, not a single one could tell the origin of the person who released the sword energy.

This kind of thing seems highly unlikely.

However, among all the people, the one who was most shocked was actually Chu Tianjiao.

His fingertips trembled uncontrollably, causing his natal flying sword to hum uneasily within its sheath. His eyes, renowned for their ability to see through the essence of all swords, now stung and ached, as if they had been looking directly at something they shouldn't have.

What ordinary cultivators saw was the awe-inspiring power of the Heaven-Slaying Demon and the Sky-Shattering Force. They trembled at this power beyond comprehension, and were shocked by the boundless might of the sword energy.

However, apart from sword cultivators, most people do not understand the true terror contained within sword energy.

Just as ordinary people look up at thunder, they only know its power but not its reason.

Chu Tianjiao and the other sword cultivators were shocked by the purity of the sword energy and the sword intent itself.

The sword energy, reflected in Chu Tianjiao's sword heart, presented a breathtakingly perfect trajectory.

Every wisp of sword light flowed in harmony with the ultimate principles of heaven and earth. The lingering sword intent spontaneously performed a supreme sword path in the void.

Just by seeing that sword energy a few times, the bottleneck that had plagued him for years without success actually began to loosen.

Within the seemingly straightforward sword energy lies not only terrifying sword intent, but also a set of... no! an endless and profound sword technique.

Within Chu Tianjiao's sea of ​​consciousness, that sword energy was constantly replaying itself. Each replay revealed new and exquisite details.

Hidden within this are countless variations. It's like compressing the entire galaxy into a single sword strike, with each star representing a variation of that sword move.

"Who...who exactly is this person?" Chu Tianjiao's voice trembled.

His usually composed voice was now shattered, as if it had been cut into pieces by that sword energy.

Looking across the entire Eastern Wilderness Continent, the one with the strongest sword cultivators is the Heavenly Profound Sword Sect.

This realization was once Chu Tianjiao's greatest pride. Whenever other sects mentioned swordsmanship, the disciples of Tianxuan would unconsciously straighten their backs. The sword intent of the past masters sleeping in the Sword Tomb was their greatest source of confidence.

But now, even the sword cultivator who is hailed as a once-in-a-millennium genius, his master is Jian Shisan, the sect master of the Tianxuan Sword Sect.

The move "Star River Reversal" once made Chu Tianjiao believe that this was the ultimate swordsmanship.

But looking at it now, it seems as ridiculous as a child gesturing with a stick. That sword energy that pierced through heaven and earth completely overturned his understanding of the way of the sword.

Chu Tianjiao suddenly felt like laughing. He recalled how he had been instructing others on sword techniques just yesterday, yet now he suddenly felt like a frog in a well, with no perspective on the world. Tianyin Pavilion.

Originally, the fighting here was getting increasingly intense.

Even with the protection of the mountain-guarding formation, casualties have already begun to occur under the relentless attacks of those cultivators who disregarded their own lives.

The three disciples of Tianyin Pavilion who were guarding the mountain-protecting formation have closed their eyes forever.

The situation became increasingly critical.

Just then, the sword energy that pierced the sky seemed to pour cold water on all the crazed cultivators.

In the chaos of battle, everyone's movements came to a standstill.

Swords hovered in mid-air, talismans rested between fingers, and even the whistling spells seemed to have been paused.

Only the lingering afterglow of that sword light remained, burning on everyone's retinas and bringing them to a complete calm.

The bloodshot look in many people's eyes gradually faded, and their distorted faces returned to calm.

Some stared blankly at the blood-stained blade in their hands, while others trembled as they looked at the corpses of their fellow disciples on the ground.

They couldn't afford to be irrational, because the extraterrestrial demon that had driven them mad was slain.

The invisible shackles binding their souls broke, and many cultivators collapsed to their knees, vomiting uncontrollably.

Memories corrupted by demonic energy surged back, filling them with shame and rage. Some even raised weapons to commit suicide, only to be stopped by their comrades.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed like the receding tide, and the long-awaited sunlight shone through the clouds onto everyone's bloodstained faces.

The suffocating oppression in the air is fading, and even the wind has become refreshing.

Feng Xiqing quickly recovered from her shock and used her spiritual energy to send her stern rebuke into everyone's ears.

The acting head of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion spoke with a clear, resonant voice, carrying an undeniable authority. The hair ornaments in his hair jingled with each movement, yet they could not suppress the chilling aura emanating from his words.

"Fellow Daoists, you were manipulated by the extraterrestrial demons to attack my Tianyin Pavilion, and you had no choice in the matter. If you leave now, this matter will end here, and my Tianyin Pavilion swears that you will never pursue your actions today."

She spoke with absolute certainty, but paused slightly on the words "no further action." Her gaze swept over the blood-stained hands of the intruders, her palms trembling slightly.

This tolerance is not out of kindness, but rather a helpless response based on a realistic assessment of the situation.

She was also shocked by the strength of that sword energy and curious about what had happened.

But for Feng Xiqing, at this moment, nothing is more important than resolving the crisis at Tianyin Pavilion.

Her slender fingers gripped the jade ruyi tightly, her blood-stained skirt swept across the broken steps, each step carrying an undeniable determination.

Seeing that the cultivators were still engrossed in the sword energy, Feng Xiqing did not urge them again.

Instead, he hurriedly woke up several elders and instructed them to lead their disciples to treat the wounded and replenish the spiritual energy of the mountain-protecting formation.

Once the protective mountain formation is replenished, even if these people have any wicked intentions, Tianyin Pavilion will not be afraid.

Red Dust Pavilion!
The four hosts of the Red Dust Pavilion are frantically transporting the valuable goods, quietly moving them to a safer place.

Battles were inevitable along the way.

At this time, Hongchenfang had long since transformed from the largest market in the Eastern Wilderness into a battlefield akin to hell.

The exquisite pavilions were all razed to the ground, and the meticulously crafted signs crackled in the fire. The bluestone floor was covered with charred marks and dark red stains from congealed blood.

At the busiest intersection, several corpses were entangled in bizarre positions, still fighting for a torn storage bag even in death.

Aside from looting and fighting, there's nothing to see here now.

From the direction of the Hehuan Sect, Zheng Yi's sword energy, which had slain the Eye Demon, soared into the sky, catching everyone's eye.

The incredibly powerful sword energy brought all the fighting to an instant.

Some people dropped their knives with a clang, while others remained frozen in their slashing postures, as if even the burning flames had frozen for a moment.

The host of the Tiantong lineage trembled uncontrollably: "This...this...this is too terrifying! What terrifying thing are the sect leaders fighting against?!"

"Idiot." Xu Ke scoffed rudely, "That sword energy killed the extraterrestrial demon. The person who released it must be on our side. What's there to be afraid of?"

The host from the Golden Flow lineage wasn't particularly interested in the powerful sword energy, but he was equally excited: "The Eye Demon is gone, doesn't that mean we can control the situation now and don't have to keep throwing away goods? Waaaaah!"

As she spoke, she even burst into tears.

Large tears rolled down his chin, leaving dark stains on his brocade robe. He sobbed as he tried to wipe them away, but only made the bloodstains on his face look even more messy, like a theatrical performer.

Heaven knows what kind of torment he endured when he saw those people looting the goods of Hongchenfang.

Even if it were just a cheap, low-grade spirit stone that was stolen, he felt as if a large piece of his own flesh had been ripped out.

The host of the Lingbao lineage stroked his chin, frowned in thought, and said, "This sword energy is so terrifying. If it was released by a cultivator, wouldn't that cultivator be even more powerful than the extraterrestrial demons?"

“Such terrifying monks, it’s impossible that we’ve never heard of them.”

The four exchanged glances, all seeing the same bewilderment in each other's eyes. They knew the top experts of the Eastern Wilderness like the back of their hand, and even had some knowledge of reclusive old monsters.

But there is absolutely no one who can cultivate sword energy to this level.

If one can easily kill extraterrestrial demons, wouldn't that make one many times stronger than a Nascent Soul cultivator?
Such a cultivator has never appeared in the Eastern Wilderness before.

"Therefore, I think it is very likely that this attack was launched with the help of a magic weapon."

Mentioning the treasure ignited a burning desire in everyone's hearts.

However, the sound of a weapon falling to the ground immediately interrupted their thoughts.

It turned out that a sword cultivator, attracted by the sword energy, was so captivated by the sword intent that he fell into deep thought, and his flying sword unknowingly fell to the ground.

The fat man from the Jinliu faction immediately noticed the storage bag hanging on the man's waist. It had the exclusive mark of the Red Dust Workshop on it, clearly indicating that it had been robbed from them.

The fat man immediately disregarded everything else and roared angrily, "Damn thief, lay down the assets of my Red Dust Pavilion, and I might spare your life!"

As he spoke, he charged toward the swordsman.

His voice was like a stone thrown into a still pond, creating ripples all around.

The cultivators still in the Red Dust Pavilion all realized what was happening.

The extraterrestrial demon is dead, which means that the Red Dust Workshop will soon regain control of this place.

If we don't leave now, are we just waiting for Hongchenfang to come back with what they stole?
In an instant, the sky above Red Dust Pavilion was completely obscured by those flying cultivators. (End of Chapter)