The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Time and space seemed to stand still at this moment. The still painting seemed to be stained with ink and slowly spread out. Su Ming, who was originally standing in place and unable to move, suddenly underwent an extraordinary change. His body did not move, but his brow changed.

A clear and gentle voice spread out as the divine thoughts rippled.

It not only has sound, but also light.

A dim light shone between Su Ming's brows, gradually growing larger and brighter, like a chaotic color transforming from nothingness to reality, condensing into a mysterious power.

He didn't move an inch, but a golden sword shadow appeared between his brows, as illusory as the sword saint, not a tangible thing.

One sword against one finger, both condensed from the primordial spirit's thoughts. The sword saint's momentum abruptly stopped, but the stalemate lasted only a moment before the sword shadow in front of him crumbled inch by inch.

The Sword Saint's finger remained between Su Ming's eyebrows without moving forward. A smile appeared on his face, and the golden, dazzling phantom quickly retreated and disappeared into his body.

At the same time, the previously stagnant sounds of wind, bamboo leaves, and light and shadow—all those still things—seemed to break free from some invisible constraint and then returned to normalcy.

Looking at the Sword Saint again, his face was slightly pale, his expression was listless, but his eyes were becoming increasingly bright. "This is your Sword Thirteen? What a fine sword."

Beside her, Miyamoto Yukure's beautiful eyes were filled with surprise. She had seen the Sword Saint's Twenty-Three Sword Technique before and thought it was a powerful sword move rarely seen in the world. However, she did not expect that the person in front of her could comprehend a sword move similar to the Sword Saint's and break the sword momentum of the Twenty-Three Sword Technique.

The special feature of Sword Twenty-Three is that it is a sword strike of the primordial spirit, which cannot be dodged. The sword dao primordial spirit communicates with heaven and earth and seals space and time. It is precisely because of this that it is one of the most powerful sword moves in the world of Fengyun.

Meanwhile, young Nie Feng was completely dumbfounded. The clash between the two peerless swordsmen greatly shocked his young mind, and he suddenly realized that swords were so powerful.

A seed of kendo sprouts in a young heart, and may blossom into something extraordinary in the future.

Su Ming cupped his hands in thanks, “Thank you, Brother Jian, for the twenty-third sword. I had already grasped the prototype of the thirteenth sword and even communicated with the legendary Sword Realm, but I was always one step short. Now, with the pressure of Brother Jian’s sword, I have finally taken this step.”

The Sword Saint laughed heartily, “This is more interesting. Back then, I searched the whole world and found no equal in the way of the sword. I only lost once when I met Nameless, but this also made my way of the sword even better.”

"Now that you and Wuming are here in this world, the way of the sword is not lonely. This is my good fortune. Since I can comprehend Sword Twenty-Three, I will surely be able to comprehend Sword Twenty-Four, Sword Twenty-Five and other even higher-level sword moves in the future."

His words were full of confidence, a testament to the swordsman's self-affirmation of his own swordsmanship; he believed in his sword.

Su Ming raised an eyebrow, then burst into laughter, "Brother Sword, what a spirit! I'm waiting for your Sword Twenty-Four." After saying that, he continued, "However, Brother Sword, do you know that Sword Twenty-Three has not yet exhausted all its variations?"

The Sword Saint's smile turned to surprise. "Eh? You actually noticed something too?"

Su Ming nodded slightly. "I once used my divine sense to transform into a sword and traveled through the legendary Sword Realm. There, I sensed a sword intent that was the same as, yet completely opposite to, Sword Twenty-Three. Sword Twenty-Three is not limited to one form; it can transform into a sword whether one is emotional or emotionless. If Brother Sword can fully explore its transformations, perhaps you will not be far from Sword Twenty-Four."

In the original work, the Sword Saint comprehended the Twenty-Three Swords of Annihilation and Destruction. However, due to old age and physical weakness, his essence was exhausted, and he perished in both body and spirit after one sword strike. There were four generations of Sword Saints, all of whom inherited the Twenty-Three Swords. Among them, some were strong and some were weak, but only Long'er mastered all of the Twenty-Three Swords.

The difference is that in Long'er's era, there were no powerful swordsmen like Wuming and him. Long'er could master the Twenty-Three Swords, but he could not go any further.

The Sword Saint's eyes gleamed with a strange light, as if he had made up his mind. "I see, I understand now."

……

After the competition, Su Ming stayed in Wushuang City for a few days before departing. Before leaving, he passed on the Wuqiu Yijue (无求易诀) to Nie Feng. In terms of talent, Nie Feng was slightly inferior to Bu Jingyun, who came from the Bu clan, but he was still a rare genius. The Wuqiu Yijue could help him avoid many detours. What Bu Jingyun had, Nie Feng naturally had as well, so that they could become rivals. As for the secret of the love affair in Wushuang City, Su Ming did not tell the Sword Saint; he had his own path to follow in the sword.

Although the Alluring Love is powerful, even the Sword Saint might not be interested. Whether Nie Feng and Mingyue can get together and trigger the Alluring Love depends on their fate.

……

In the north, the cold wind howls, ice and snow cover the sky and earth, dazzling white fills the space between heaven and earth, and heavy snow is mixed with strong winds.

Further north lies a thick ice field, where the ice remains frozen for millennia, a place rarely visited by humans. Who would have thought that these caves within the thick ice layer were actually the residence of the Heavenly Gate?

In the frigid cave, figures were frozen deep within. At the highest point, a figure wearing a white mask shouted madly, "Why are their swords so terrifying?"

Di Shitian was puzzled. He was staying peacefully in the World Society when someone suddenly cleaved him out with a sword. He had no choice but to flee back to the Heavenly Gate to hide, thinking he could heal his wounds safely. However, the battle in the East Sea and the powerful aura of that battle, even from thousands of miles away, made him tremble with fear.

The swordsmen in the Central Plains were even more restless, sparring every few days. The sword energy they exuded was so threatening that even he felt threatened. In the past, he would have tried to investigate and even master them.

But now, he dares not. He is afraid to return to the Central Plains, where there are more than one person who can threaten or harm him.

On the ice throne, Emperor Shitian pondered for a long time, his gaze behind the mask falling on the ice sculptures. "After raising you for so long, it's time to let you stretch your muscles and bones. Go to the Central Plains and investigate for me."

As soon as the words were spoken, cracks appeared on the ice sculptures, and ice shards fell continuously. After a long while, the figures inside opened their eyes and said, "Yes, sir!"

……

Tianshan, the headquarters of the Tianxiahui (World Association).

"Run away!"

After Xiong Ba disappeared, the Tianxia Society fell apart. The powerful members fought for power and no one was willing to submit to anyone else. They fought fiercely for the position of leader, staining the pure white Tianshan Mountain with blood.

The members of the World Society were filled with panic. The huge venue was left unattended and quickly became a scene of devastation, no longer the grand place it once was.

A voice rang out from the top of the No. 1 Building in the World.

"Alas, he will never come back."

"If you can't come back, isn't that just what you wanted? Xiong Ba has long been dissatisfied with you."

Two distinct voices rang out, but upon closer inspection, they turned out to be from the same person. The aged face appeared distorted, half of it filled with sorrow, while the other half was cold and unrestrained.

"He is still my son."

"That's not my son. Do you think you're still yourself?" (End of Chapter)