The Old Gods

Chapter 958 She, the Sword Immortal
Northern part of the Celestial Battlefield, Sword One Divine Mountain.

Thick fog blanketed the sacred mountain, and instead of the usual overcast sky, wisps of fog descended, connecting closely with the mountain's summit.

A powerful mist tornado pierced through the magnificent Sword God Sculpture, nourishing her greatly.

However, it was not the head of the Great Xia gods who caused the celestial phenomenon.

At the feet of the statue, a woman sits quietly in meditation.

She wore a white and gold antique-style long dress, and her exquisite hair accessories and earrings matched the white and gold dress perfectly.

Solemn yet luxurious.

She also wore a semi-transparent white veil, concealing the lower half of her face.

This person is none other than Qiao Wanjun, the one Lu Ran and Qiao Yuanxi have been longing for day and night.

Qiao Wanjun possessed two divine swords. One was worn at her waist, while the other was placed flat on her knees, with her hands pressing on the hilt and blade.

Clearly, this sword is the real protagonist.

The fog tornado came quickly and dissipated just as fast, lasting no more than twenty minutes, after which the world was clear and bright again.

"Buzz!"

Under Qiao Wanjun's palm, the three-foot-long sword gleamed with a cold light, and a faint dragon's roar could be heard as it trembled.

This sword, made of Tianchen steel, is exquisitely crafted. The blade is decorated with patterns resembling ripples in a pool, and the guard (the part between the hilt and the blade) is adorned with a beautifully carved dragon head.

The dragon's head has its eyes closed, just like the master of a divine weapon.

Suddenly, Qiao Wanjun opened her eyes and looked up to see a fairy figure slowly descending.

The newcomer was a woman of exceptional beauty, her clothes fluttering, her long hair dancing lightly, and she held a sword behind her back.

Phrases like "fairy-like beauty" and "cold as ice" have taken on concrete forms when applied to women.

A lackey of Sword One?

No, this physical body clearly possesses a powerful soul that is not commensurate with its physical form.

"Lord Jianyi." Qiao Wanjun said respectfully, changing from sitting cross-legged to kneeling, and pressed the buzzing longsword into the snow.

In the distance behind, Chen Jingjing also hurriedly knelt down.

Sword flew down in front of Qiao Wanjun, his eyes cold as he looked at his respectful disciple. He parted his thin lips slightly and said, "Your fighting spirit has returned."

Her voice was pleasant to the ear, but it was never pleasing to the ear; it only made one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

That icy tone was something no other living being could imitate; it was a product perfectly natural to her, her personality, her temperament, and everything else.

Chen Jingjing, who was in the distance, couldn't help but tremble and lowered her head even further.

On the contrary, Qiao Wanjun, who was kneeling in front of Jian Yi, remained calm.

"Longyuan?" Jian Yi spoke again, reaching forward with one hand.

Qiao Wanjun picked up the longsword buried in the snow, brushed off the frost and snow, and presented it with both hands:
"Long Yuan."

Qiao Wanjun once possessed seven swords, but now she only has two left.

These two swords survived because they were the lowest grade among the seven swords and were not particularly outstanding.

But Jian Yi accurately named the sword.

She clearly knew her disciple very well, and was intimately familiar with Qiao Wanjun's divine sword.

He grasped the sword hilt and swung it lightly.

A faint hissing sound, like a dragon's roar, rang out again, shaking the very soul.

Jian Yi listened to the dragon's roar and looked at the dragon's head that was "pretending to sleep" with its eyes closed on the hilt of his sword.

Or perhaps it was just pretending to be asleep, resting with its eyes closed.

It was exactly the same as the disciples kneeling at his feet.

Qiao Wanjun's fighting spirit was more than just rekindled. She had only been released and returned to the Heavenly Realm for a few days, yet she had already advanced to a higher level with her divine weapon. What did this mean?
Within the Three Realms, there are countless people with extraordinary talents, but only one person stands at the pinnacle of the human race.

For humans to cultivate a divine weapon, a combination of mindset, skill, and luck is indispensable.

However, the requirements for the master of a divine weapon to advance in rank are even more stringent.

The fact that the Divine Weapon Dragon Abyss Sword has now advanced to the third tier has already demonstrated a great deal.

Despite being imprisoned for many years, Qiao Wanjun's will was not broken; she seemed to be enduring hardship and plotting something.

"First Domain: Dragon's Hibernation in the Cold Abyss." Jian Yi spoke calmly, her slender jade fingers tracing the dragon's eyes.

Jian Yi accurately stated the domain name of the Dragon Abyss Sword.

Dragon's Hibernation in the Frozen Abyss: This creates an extremely cold special area around the sword master. The pervasive cold air can freeze surrounding living beings and greatly weaken incoming divine and evil spells.

If the enemy's cultivation level is not high enough, or their skill level is not high enough, they may even be completely frozen by the special cold air.

The perfect combination of offense and defense is truly outstanding!

"Yes, Lord Jianyi," Qiao Wanjun replied respectfully.

"What is the second domain?" Jian Yi asked, pointing his sword downwards.

Qiao Wanjun understood immediately, took the Longyuan Sword with both hands, and turned to look to the side.

"Get up," Jian Yi said casually.

Qiao Wanjun immediately stood up, her divine power surging, and suddenly thrust her sword to the side.

"hiss!!"

The previously faint dragon roar now resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

An extremely cold aura, as if surging from a bottomless abyss, accompanied by the roar of a dragon in the abyss, rushed forward all at once.

The Sword God Mountain was cold enough as it was.

Where the cold wave passed, the temperature plummeted further, freezing everything!

It's not hard to imagine what would happen to creatures swallowed by the extreme cold.

Jian Yi stood with his hands behind his back, gazing in the direction the cold tide was heading: "Why don't you show yourself?"

"Forgive my ignorance, I did not understand your meaning."

"We can only hear its sound, but we cannot see its form."

Qiao Wanjun immediately understood that Jian Yi was saying that the dragon lurking in the extreme cold abyss still hadn't come out.

Jian Yi glanced at Qiao Wanjun, his previously indifferent gaze now filled with profound meaning:

"Once the Dragon Abyss Sword advances to the fourth tier, it should be able to break free by now."

The First Divine Weapon Domain, Dragon's Hibernation Abyss, only faint dragon roars can be heard, and only the extreme cold aura emanating from the abyss protects the sword master. In contrast, the Second Divine Weapon Domain is filled with the resounding roar of dragons that echoes through the heavens, unleashing a torrent of icy energy that freezes the world.

The advancement path for the Dragon Abyss Sword is very clear.

Once it comprehends the third divine weapon domain, which is the ultimate divine weapon domain, the behemoth in the extreme cold abyss will likely make its appearance.

Qiao Wanjun lowered her eyes, seemingly unaware of the profound look in the deity's gaze, and respectfully said, "I humbly request that Sword Master bestow a name upon the Second Divine Weapon Domain."

Jian Yi quietly looked at Qiao Wanjun.

Qiao Wanjun remained motionless, only the cold wind brushed her long hair and gently lifted her veil.

Time passed second by second, and the two female sword immortals, though both made of flesh and blood, seemed like two ice sculptures.

Each one was colder and more piercing than the last.

After an unknown amount of time, Jian Yi finally spoke: "Let's leave."

"Yes," Qiao Wanjun replied, bowing her head.

Since the deity was unwilling to bestow a name upon her, she no longer asked for one.

A flying sword emerged from beneath their feet, carrying Qiao Wanjun as she floated up. Chen Jingjing, following behind, also obeyed the order without the slightest delay, stepping onto the flying sword and leaving the sacred mountain.

The two flew in silence for a long time before Qiao Wanjun finally transmitted her thoughts: "What is it?"

Meanwhile, someone on Mount Nüying was almost in tears.

mom,

You finally answered the phone!
The Cloud Sea Sword Spirit tried to imitate a child's tone, but couldn't help but laugh, so it could only chuckle softly as it transmitted its voice.

Beneath the veil, Qiao Wanjun's lips curled up slightly, almost imperceptibly.

However, the next thought transmitted by the Cloud Sea Sword Spirit startled Qiao Wanjun: "Mom, I just killed the Martial Monk, Dongting, and Ziting Demon Roc."

First-class Divine Monk!

Second-class God-Demon: Dongting - Ziting Demon Peng!

A slight ripple appeared in Qiao Wanjun's eyes, which were like deep, cold pools.

She continued flying silently, without any unusual reaction.

"What exactly is your relationship with Lord Jianyi?" Yunhai Jianling relayed his son's words.

Qiao Wanjun pondered for a moment and said, "It's a bit complicated, and it's hard to explain in a few words. What, you want to attack Lord Jian?"

She would never have said such a thing before.

But the son's record was truly astonishing.

Qiao Wanjun naturally wouldn't question Lu Ran; at this moment, she was also filled with emotion, marveling at his rapid growth.

【May I? 】

Upon hearing the question, Qiao Wanjun fell silent.

【mom?】

"Back then, when the gods and demons wanted to execute me, it was Lord Jian who saved me," Qiao Wanjun replied, her implication clear.

Is she nearing the end of her lifespan and wants you to inherit half of her divine position so she can merge with you and extend her lifespan?

Qiao Wanjun did not respond immediately to the theory her son put forward.

Is that really the case?
Maybe.

However, after being a believer for more than twenty years, Qiao Wanjun could sense that Jian Yi was weary of this world.

Regarding the past, the present, and the future.

A deep weariness of everything.

Jian Yi was aloof and rarely communicated with anyone. The few words he exchanged with Qiao Wanjun today were considered a great deal.

There was so little communication that Qiao Wanjun couldn't be sure what Jian Yi was really thinking.

But one thing is certain:
Lord Jianyi allows certain things to happen.

Qiao Wanjun had realized that over such a long period of time, Jian Yi had noticed some clues from the smallest details.

But Jianyi said nothing and asked nothing.

This is undoubtedly a form of permissiveness.

[The Immortal Sheep told me that the deaths of the monk and Dongting will awaken the gods and demons, forcing them to acknowledge the existence of the Burning Gate! This is also a good invitation.]

The spirit of the Cloud Sea Sword conveyed its thoughts, one message after another.

Qiao Wanjun nodded secretly as she listened.

She was filled with mixed emotions when she heard that her child planned to confront the gods and demons, turn the tables, and force them to take sides.

This world, shrouded in lies, is about to be torn apart bit by bit by his knife.

Before that, I need to capture a few more sacred mountains to bolster my forces. My primary target is North Wind, the area supported by Lord Jianyi.

[You want to win over Jianyi?]

[We don't need her help; as long as she stays put, do you think she'll agree?]

Qiao Wanjun seemed thoughtful: "The deaths of the martial monk and Dong Ting are indeed a good invitation; I can go and ask her for help."

Are you confident? If Jianyi disagrees, the Burning Gate will be exposed prematurely.

Qiao Wanjun recalled the past, calmly pondered for a moment, and gave her own judgment: "She must have been waiting for this day for a long time."

[Alright! Don't say anything yet. The warriors of the Burning Gate still need to devour the souls of the martial monks; it will probably take two days.]

If Jian Yi doesn't go, then the Mountain Lord - Yin Li Hu, who is stationed on the northeast front, can be included in the target range.

Lu Ran did not act immediately for two reasons. Firstly, his own condition was too poor and he urgently needed to adjust. Secondly, he wanted to take down the Mountain Lord and the Yin Li Tiger together by relying on the Feng Rao Stone Sculpture, which had been promoted to a first-class god.

[Ignite!]

【Um? 】

It seems the day we meet again is not far off.

Get ready! And don't cry when the time comes!

"Hehe~" Qiao Wanjun chuckled, then covered her face with one hand.

Between heaven and earth, cold frost and snow were scattered.

That female swordswoman, who was walking on her sword, eventually lost her magic.

(End of this chapter)