Longzang

Chapter 1164 Blessing
Wei Yuan's lips curled up slightly as he stepped out of the secret realm and appeared in his own world. Then, as he looked up, he saw a cyan sword aura floating in the air.

Even if he turns to ashes, even if he forgets Zhang Sheng's other three immortal swords, Wei Yuan will always remember this strand of green silk rain.

After taking on its own form, Zhang Sheng's immortal sword can now transform in countless ways and is no longer bound by any material object.

Based solely on the list of immortal swords that have appeared in the Taichu Palace, Qing Siyu wouldn't even rank in the top thirty, let alone the top fifty. Moreover, after Zhang Sheng cultivated his Dharma form, he gained many more profound techniques, making Qing Siyu even less of a need. However, this was the first immortal sword that Zhang Sheng cultivated, and it was also the sword he used to stand up for Wei Yuan and subdue all those who disagreed with Qing Siyu.

So when Wei Yuan saw Qing Siyu, it was as if ice water had been poured over his head. He immediately snapped out of his smugness and realized he was in trouble!
He immediately wanted to tell the two sisters behind him that they didn't need to rush out. However, the secret realm was separated from the outside world, and Wei Yuan did not have the ability to penetrate between the two realms with his divine sense.

The moment the thought crossed their minds, two streams of cloud, one black and one white, shot out from the painting in the hall and transformed into two sisters.

Wei Yuan sighed inwardly, and could only stand straight, ready to die.

A faint thought came from the rain of green silk in the air: "I have just improved my cultivation level again, so I came to tell you."

Wei Yuan hurriedly said, "Let me explain..."

But Qing Siyu had already dispersed back to the heavens and earth, clearly not wanting Wei Yuan to explain.

Wei Yuan was stunned for a moment before muttering to himself, "Everyone inside is dead, only these two are left, really..."

All the cultivators of Taichu Palace stood quietly, looking at Wei Yuan with expressionless faces.

In the end, Xiaoyu came over first, looked at the two sisters, patted Wei Yuan on the shoulder, and said, "Good taste, you're feeding them well."

"What do you mean!" Wei Yuan glared angrily at Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu said, "It's no fun, I'm going to fight," and then left without listening to what Wei Yuan had to say.

Wei Yuan turned his gaze to the old Taoist Chu He and said, "There are three Spirit-Guiding Golden Dew plants in the secret realm. Be careful when transplanting them, as they contain some karma related to Ancestor Huang Yun."

The old Taoist priest had been keeping his eyes fixed on the two girls, not wanting to miss a single subtle change in their expressions. He knew very well that he couldn't find anything of value on Wei Yuan's face, but these two girls were a good entry point; he could glean a lot from the way they looked at Wei Yuan.

Those two big, watery eyes were fixed on Wei Yuan, oblivious to everyone else, their gazes practically glued to him. And those two rosy little faces, radiating vitality from within.

Upon hearing the name of Patriarch Huang Yun, the old Taoist Chuhe's expression turned serious, and without saying a word, he plunged into the secret realm.

The other cultivators of the Primordial Palace then stopped acting like statues, and their eyes held various different meanings as they looked at Wei Yuan.

Feng Chutang stroked his chin and said, "It's truly unbelievable that some of Lü Changhe's men managed to slip through the net."

Xu Henshui said quietly, "When immortals fall, the secret realm should stop operating, but they look as good as new, which is truly a gift."

Sun Yu seemed to understand something and said, "Your complexion is indeed new, but it's only superficially new but internally irritated, so it must have been just replenished."

Cui Yu couldn't help but blurt out, "This word 'supplement' has a profound meaning..."

Wei Yuan felt a headache coming on and hurriedly said, "Stop! There's still a lot of stuff to move in the secret realm. Don't just stand there, get inside and get to work!"

The cultivators of Taichu Palace rushed into the secret realm. The Immortal Secret Realm was a place where even a simple visit could yield immense rewards, so everyone temporarily spared Wei Yuan and went to explore it on their own.

Wei Yuan had just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly sensed something and discovered that there was someone else standing in the corner—it was Feng Tingyu!
Feng Tingyu glanced at Wei Yuan, then looked at the two sisters and said, "There are many valuable items inside, including three Spirit-Guiding Golden Dews. And you just moved these two out first? Are they that valuable?"

"No, I..." Before Wei Yuan could finish speaking, a flash of green light appeared in the corner of his vision, and another quietly floating strand of green silk rain dispersed back into the world.

Wei Yuan was helpless; it was too late to say anything now. So he walked out of the thatched cottage, and just as he was about to fly away, he saw countless people pouring out from all directions and gathering towards Zushan Square.

Several military Dharma Masters flew over and reported to Wei Yuan that these people were all remnants of the Lü family, either holding high positions of power or possessing strong immortal bloodlines.

This area had tens of thousands of people, the last remaining elite of the Lü family bloodline. Because the ancestral lands of the thirteen prominent clans had not been occupied for over a thousand years, and because Wei Yuan had slowed down or even stopped his offensive, the Lü clan members had the illusion that Wei Yuan would not dare to break the ironclad rules of the past thousand years. As a result, many who had originally planned to flee stayed behind.

Unexpectedly, Wei Yuan was enraged after being attacked and restarted his offensive. This time, he sent a detachment northward along the border between the two Jin dynasties, directly cutting off the escape route into the Eastern Jin.

Now, the Lü clan's ancestral land is bordered by the Qingming army to the south and west, and the Liao tribe to the north. The only way for the Lü clan to escape is to head north to Liao. But if they fall into the hands of the Qingming, at least they might have a chance of survival; if they fall into the hands of other tribes, it will be a fate worse than death.

Therefore, when the Lü clan realized their predicament, they had nowhere to escape. Only a few Dharma Aspect elders, relying on their cultivation, managed to cross the vast snowfield and flee into the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Apart from Dharma Aspect elders, the vast majority of Foundation Establishment cultivators were unable to leave the snowfield alive.

How to deal with these members of the Lü clan is a major issue, but right now, in Wei Yuan's eyes, the two strands of green hair are the real issue. He pulled Feng Tingyu over and instructed her, "Keep a close eye on these people and make sure nothing goes wrong."

Having said that, Wei Yuan soared into the air, launching a special high-speed missile, and mounted his unique mount, disappearing like the wind. Half a day later, Wei Yuan returned to the Immortal City and arrived outside Zhang Sheng's courtyard.

The courtyard gate opened by itself without any wind, and then a wisp of green hair drifted over, nodding to Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan hadn't expected a sword aura to be so spiritual; although it was just a wisp of green energy, it gave him the feeling of vaguely seeing a girl in a green robe.

Wei Yuan followed the sword energy into the courtyard, passed through the main hall, and entered the backyard.

A clear spring had appeared in the backyard at some point, and Zhang Sheng sat by the spring, fishing with a fishing rod in his hand.

The world around Zhang Sheng would occasionally change, with several immortal swords appearing from the ground from time to time. The immortal swords would appear for a moment and then suddenly disappear.

This indicates that the mental world has been formed, but there are no signs of it being fully resolved. Wei Yuan was familiar with this and asked in surprise, "You've become Yu Jing?"

The world within the courtyard had completely transformed. Three magnificent palaces loomed in the clouds above, while the earth was filled with mountains, rivers, and lakes—everything imaginable. However, the rivers and lakes were filled with sword energy, and immortal swords were scattered haphazardly across the mountains and the earth.

The swords all possess an ancient air; many are rusted, and some have even lost their hilts, leaving only a broken blade protruding from the ground. In the center of the earth, a towering sword mound stands, facing the three heavenly palaces across the void.

Wei Yuan had seen this world before, but it was now even more magnificent and vast, with a solemn atmosphere. Wei Yuan could tell at a glance that the broken and fragmented swords in the world could all be used to attack enemies, and as Zhang Sheng's understanding of the swordsmanship deepened, the number of ancient swords in the world would increase.

These swords did not come from nowhere; they once existed in the world and left their mark on the great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and even the long river of swordsmanship. They were all famous swords that were once renowned.

The ancient swords reflected in Zhang Sheng's mental world are currently far inferior to the original immortal swords. However, as time goes by, these reflected ancient swords will gradually approach their original power.

As Wei Yuan followed this path and deduced further, his expression suddenly became somewhat strange.

If Zhang Sheng's physical body were strong enough to bear the weight of all swords in the world; if his comprehension were high enough to understand the sword intent of the past and present; and if his lifespan were long enough to exist forever...

In theory, all the famous swords that have ever appeared in the world will reappear in Zhang Sheng's mental world. This is Zhang Sheng's path: the place where all swords return.

Wei Yuan was also startled. His own "Prosperous Worlds" already had six and a half grotto-heavens, which was extremely extravagant. But it still couldn't compare to Zhang Sheng's "All the famous swords of the past and present have entered my heart."

All I can say is that he truly lives up to his name as Zhang Sheng, and he truly represents the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

Wei Yuan even felt that, disregarding the bloodshed, given the current state of the Mind Realm, it wouldn't be unreasonable for Zhang Sheng to become the Vice Palace Master of the Sword Palace. Furthermore, considering the long term, it wasn't impossible for him to dethrone Lao Bai from the Palace Master's throne right now.

Unbeknownst to Wei Yuan, the Sword Palace Master had changed from Senior Bai to Old Bai in his heart.

The surrounding world changed, and it returned to the backyard. Zhang Sheng put away his inner world and continued fishing.

Wei Yuan suddenly remembered the matter of True Lord Huangyun, and a thought struck him. He asked, "Why aren't you reading history books anymore? What are you fishing for?"

Zhang Shengning said calmly, "I've already finished reading the book. Now that I've become a Yujing, the cause and effect are manifesting, and my connection with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth is at its strongest. It's the perfect time to go fishing. As for what to fish for, I don't know. I'll probably catch something, maybe something like a treasure from some immortal realm."

"I didn't do anything..." Wei Yuan was on the verge of tears.

Zhang Sheng's lips curled slightly upward, revealing a faint smile, and he said, "No need to explain. Play however you want, do it now while you can, because this is the time to truly enjoy the game. Once Wang Fo returns to his position, the game won't be the same anymore."

Wei Yuan sighed inwardly, understanding Zhang Sheng's meaning, but still protested, "I really didn't do anything..."

Zhang Sheng's smile became even more pronounced.

Wei Yuan had no choice but to give up explaining and asked, "When did you become a Yujing? What about the Heavenly Tribulation?"

Zhang Sheng said calmly, "The attack from the Immortal Lord of Glazed Glass that day was my tribulation. I survived the attack and became Yu Jing."

Wei Yuan suddenly realized that the attack from the Glazed Immortal Lord that day was originally intended to kill the two of them. This attack was far stronger than the Heavenly Tribulation of Yu Jing, and even more terrifying than most Ascension Tribulations. Under normal circumstances, even immortals would perish, and Yu Jing would undoubtedly die.

Zhang Sheng, being a Dharma Aspect cultivator, was able to withstand an attack without dying; his Dharma Aspect level was truly terrifying. It's likely that the old, middle-aged, and young cultivators all intervened at that time.

Wei Yuan suddenly felt a wave of fear.

He composed himself, pondered for a moment, and then said, "The affairs of the world are enough with me. I will always strive and never slacken, and I will surely reach the end of the immortal path and the pinnacle of all heavens. So you don't need to be so ambitious. As long as you ascend to immortality in an ordinary way, we can accompany each other for ten thousand years and travel together in the celestial and mortal realms, and that will be enough."

Zhang Sheng finally turned to look at Wei Yuan, a half-smile on his face, and said, "So when I first became Yu Jing and achieved the unparalleled Ten Thousand Swords Returning Place, your blessing to me was..."

"Lie down and let things fall apart, I'll take care of everything!" Wei Yuan said, enunciating each word clearly.

(End of this chapter)