The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 463 The Ship of Civilization
Zhao Ti took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his churning blood and weary spirit, his eyes becoming sharp yet indifferent.

He slowly raised both hands, with tiny golden arcs of lightning leaping in the palm of his left hand, revealing 108 illusory lightning runes. He then joined his fingers with his right hand, preparing to draw runes in the air again and create a spell.

The white jade unicorn once again gathered its literary energy, and the white light in its eyes blazed to its extreme, as if two suns were burning.

The air seemed to freeze, and the killing intent was as cold as ice.

At this moment, countless dark red runes flowed across the surface above, and the Immortal Execution Sword, which resembled solidified blood, emitted a heart-palpitating red light, staining the entire space blood-red.

"Cultural Protection!" Two beams of condensed white light shot out from the eyes of the white jade unicorn, intertwining to form a canopy above its head. Almost simultaneously, countless scarlet sword energies pierced through the air and crashed heavily into the Cultural Protection Canopy.

"Click——"

A piercing sound of erosion rang out as the literary energy and sword energy clashed fiercely. The white light continuously melted away and was replenished from the Qilin's eyes.

Zhao Ti formed hand seals, and lightning surrounded his body, shattering all the remaining tiny sword energies.

The white jade unicorn let out a long hiss, spewing out white flames from its mouth and nose. This was no ordinary fire, but the "True Fire of Literary Heart." Wherever the flames passed, the scarlet sword energy melted away little by little, like spring snow.

"rush!"

The white jade unicorn, its four hooves rising like clouds, transformed into white light and surged forward. With each step it took, the pressure doubled. The sword-shaped sword seemed to come alive; the runes on its body detached from the surface and began to flow and swirl.

"The Five Elements revolve, thunder magic protects you!"

Five colors of divine lightning—blue, white, red, black, and yellow—flashed in succession, mutually generating and restraining each other to form a perfect cycle. Zhao Ti skillfully combined the Five Elements Daoist techniques with lightning magic, and wherever the lightning passed, the blood-red swords shattered one after another.

But the true power of the Immortal Execution Sword began to manifest. The final blow was about to arrive, and the tip of the sword slowly condensed into a dark red dot, deep and terrifying, seemingly a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

"Not good!" Zhao Ti's pupils contracted as he sensed a deadly threat. The destructive aura contained within that dark red spot far exceeded the sum of all the previous attacks.

He immediately raised his hand and drew nine talismans in the air. At the same time, the white jade unicorn also exerted its full strength, and its literary energy condensed into a "mountain and river inkstone" above its head. The ink in the inkstone surged and transformed into a thick barrier.

"Om-"

The Zhuxian Sword trembled slightly, and the dark red color spread silently. There was no earth-shattering force, only a scarlet ripple as thin as a cicada's wing slowly advancing. Wherever it passed, space distorted and the laws collapsed.

Nine void runes met the Mountain and River Inkstone head-on, their Daoist magic and literary essence intertwining and colliding fiercely with the scarlet ripples. The nine runes shattered instantly upon contact with the nine layers of ripples. The Mountain and River Inkstone then resisted several runes before vanishing with a bang, unable to stop the advance of the scarlet ripples.

The white jade unicorn was trembling all over, and the white light in its eyes was gradually dimming, clearly indicating that its magical power was being greatly depleted.

"The true essence of thunder magic, the 108-fold celestial thunder array!" Zhao Ti raised his hands to the sky, and 108 thunder talismans appeared out of thin air, arranged according to the positions of the stars in the celestial sphere.

Each lightning talisman exudes a distinct aura; some are extremely yang and strong, some are extremely yin and gentle, some are full of vitality, and some are deathly still.

"break!"

One hundred and eight lightning talismans lit up simultaneously, transforming into a chaotic lightning pillar that collided head-on with the scarlet ripples.

"Buzz-"

Although the sound of this collision was very somber, the result was far more terrifying than ever before. An energy storm swept in all directions, Zhao Ti's robes were torn, and even the body of the white jade unicorn, which was formed from literary energy, dimmed a bit.

The storm subsided, but the crimson ripples still lingered, and the Zhou Tian Thunder Array exhausted its power, with the thunder runes disappearing one after another.

Seeing the ripples still arriving in layers, Zhao Ti grunted, "Daoist Laws and Literary Brilliance, unite!"

His magical power gathered before him, and the white jade unicorn shook its head and spat out the four treasures of the study: brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. These gathered with his magical power in the air, causing his literary energy to surge immediately. The inkstone sprayed out thick ink, the Xuan paper unfolded, and the wolf-hair brush swiftly painted on the Xuan paper.

In a moment, a painting of "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" appeared on the paper. The phoenix in the painting spread its wings and flew out, surrounded by a divine light of culture, which collided with the scarlet ripples.

They seemed to be fighting, tearing and colliding with each other, with the Wenhua Phoenix and the Scarlet Ripple constantly eroding each other.

Taking advantage of the stalemate, the white jade unicorn leaped into the air and charged towards the Sword Gate with Zhao Ti in its hooves. Ripple sensed the disturbance and tried to stop it, but was held back by the phoenix.

Zhao Ti seized this fleeting opportunity, channeling all his magical power into the white jade unicorn's refined aura, transforming it into a dazzling pillar of light that broke through the final blockade.

"Boom!" The beam of light crashed into the wall of the Sword Gate, stirring up a sky full of blue light. Zhao Ti and the white jade unicorn had already landed below the Sword Gate.

Below the sword gate was an unusually open area, the ground as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the ferocious bloodstains above.

The sword's edge was a dark, deep blue-green, covered with countless intricate and difficult-to-decipher ancient runes, which flowed silently with the crimson light emanating from the Immortal Execution Sword above, as if they were living things breathing.

The white jade unicorn's aura of literary brilliance dimmed, and its breathing became rapid, yet it still stood tall, its eyes fixed warily on the Zhuxian Sword, which was still gathering power in the air.

Although Zhao Ti's clothes were disheveled, a few strands of his hair were cut off by the sword energy, and his breathing was slightly unstable, his lightning magic and literary energy remained condensed and did not dissipate, and he was not injured.

At this moment, the Zhuxian Sword suddenly emitted a sharp, gloomy sword cry, and the entire sword slowly rose from the sword's edge.

Looking up, the fake Immortal Execution Sword was already hanging high above their heads, its scarlet light cascading down like a waterfall, completely enveloping the man and the Qilin.

A massive sword aura, thicker than a pillar, crimson like blood, carrying an aura of hell, descended downwards as if it were about to destroy everything in the world.

"Not good!" The white jade unicorn's expression changed drastically. Suddenly, its body disintegrated with a "bang," turning into a cloud of white mist that emitted boundless, gentle white light.

The white mist instantly enveloped Zhao Ti, transforming in the blink of an eye into a suit of Wenhua armor, pure white as snow, its light as intense as the daytime sun.

Hmm? At this moment, Zhao Ti felt an immense power of literature and Taoism upon him, and the teachings of sages and the great writings of the ancient masters resounded in his ears.

Since ancient times, all the cultural power in the world has been bestowed upon him, and the brilliance of humanity has been shining and echoing each other. At this moment, the power of literature and the Dao has completely merged with his own magical power, and his strength has surged in an instant.

This was far more than a simple addition; it was a qualitative leap resulting from a quantitative change. Zhao Ti's own cultivation had undergone a dramatic transformation. His magical power, fused with the power of literature and culture, had become more refined and pure, and its attributes had changed, transforming into the power of literature and the power of Confucianism and Taoism, rather than simply being the magical power of Taoism. At this moment, Zhao Ti felt as if he had almost stepped into the second palace of the Taoist realm, the bridal chamber, or even higher. The mysteries within were indescribable, carrying the implication of a gathering of sages and the mastery of literature and Taoism.

Countless spells related to literature and the Way of Literature, which were originally unknown and unheard of, appeared in his mind after he integrated the power of literature and the Way of Literature from ancient times to the present.

At this moment, not only did the armor of literature and the Dao form around his body, increasing his defense many times over, but his magic power, or what can now be called literary power, also increased infinitely. In addition, he gained many spells, or what can now be called literary arts, the great arts of literature and the Dao!
Zhao Ti suddenly let out a long howl, his voice joyful and high-pitched, and then a colorful and dazzling auspicious cloud formed above his head.

This is the splendor of culture, rising to the clouds.

He looked up and saw the crimson sword energy of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, carrying an aura of destruction, descending upon him.

The sword energy wasn't particularly fast, but it had already locked onto him and enveloped the area. He couldn't leave even if he wanted to, and he couldn't dodge it either.

Although the sword energy was not fast, once it locked on, it would follow like a shadow. Moreover, the area below the gate was already shrouded, and they were once again trapped in what seemed like a quagmire.

The best solution is to block, to take the blow head-on, to confront this sword strike head-on.

If we can suppress this sword strike, we have a chance to take the sword and break the formation; if we cannot suppress it, or rather, cannot overcome this sword strike, then the future is uncertain.

But why is this sword so powerful? It's different from what I expected. I had anticipated that these four fake swords would be able to break the formation once they reached the Twelfth Level of Perfection. If someone had reached the Dao Palace level, they would be able to easily break the sword formation. But who knew that entering the formation would be so difficult and fraught with danger!
Could it be... that this Zhuxian Sword is not entirely a fake, and that there are fragments of the original Zhuxian Sword left on it?

Zhao Ti's mind raced, but his hands didn't stop. He didn't have any magical artifacts, but he now possessed the Great Art of Literature and immediately cast a spell.

This is the strongest literary technique he can unleash at this moment!
"Ark of Civilization, come forth and crush!" Zhao Ti exhaled, his voice piercing through the brocade clouds and reaching the top of the sword formation, layer upon layer!
The ship of civilization carries civilization, opens up routes, and spreads civilization!

A small boat, shimmering with pure white light, was born from nothingness, emitting a melodious sound that instantly cleared one's mind. Drifting through the void, it seemed to be venturing upwards, opening a path to civilization, a passage to civilization.

As the massive sword energy of the Immortal Execution Sword shot down, the Ship of Civilization met it head-on, and the two collided instantly.

The crimson sword energy burst forth with blood-red light, as if a blazing sun had opened in the sky, ready to melt everything, cut everything, and annihilate everything.

On the ship of civilization appeared countless characters, countless articles and poems, as well as the origin of humanity, the hard work of our ancestors, farming, weaving, fishing and hunting, digging mountains and opening rivers, birds, beasts and insects, all kinds of scenes changed and turned into empty patterns, flying out of the ship.

The sound of chanting rose in the sky: "If Heaven had not given birth to a sage like me, the long night of humanity would have been endless!"

Then came a violent impact sound. The Ark of Civilization and the crimson sword energy intertwined instantly, as if two things from different dimensions and spaces were coming into contact. They could not get along and could not be compatible with each other, emitting bursts of sonic booms that sounded like sawing and were extremely ear-piercing.

Zhao Ti's expression was extremely solemn. He unleashed all his literary power, daring not to hold back in the slightest.

After a dozen or so breaths, a bright white light suddenly shone above, and the Civilization Ship emitted a cheerful and light sound. Then, it suddenly went upstream and rushed straight into the sky.

The crimson sword energy of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword began to disappear inch by inch, gradually diminishing. The red light seemed to be assimilated, absorbed, and cleansed of its brutal and destructive aura by the Ark of Civilization, no longer cruelly killing, but becoming a part of civilization.

As they passed, the crimson sword aura gradually disappeared, and the ship of civilization grew larger and larger, more than doubling in length. What was originally a small boat could now carry two or three people.

Just as the Ship of Civilization was about to dissipate the sword energy of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword and reach the top of the Sword Gate, Zhao Ti raised his eyebrows and his pupils contracted. This was the moment!
He stomped his foot hard, and his entire body was now covered by the Armor of Literary Brilliance. On his feet were the Boots of Literary Brilliance, which were also shining with white light. The white light shook the ground and made a dull "thud". His body suddenly sprang upwards into the air.

The speed was incredibly fast, almost like lightning. The Civilization Ship above paused slightly, and then Zhao Ti leaped onto it and stepped into the ship.

The Ship of Civilization shot into the sky like an arrow released from a bow, and was already close to the Immortal Execution Sword.

This sword was at least five or six feet long, far exceeding the length of a normal sword. Blood-red runes flowed across its surface, and the tip of the sword trembled, releasing its aura suddenly, as if it were about to launch another attack.

That last sword strike was clearly his all-out effort and his strongest attack. If he were to unleash it now, it would be too slow, and its power would not surpass what he used to do.

But Zhao Ti wouldn't allow it to draw its sword again. He opened its mouth and spat out a beam of white light, which swayed in the wind and transformed into a large writing brush—the very same Brush of Civilization.

"Freeze!" He raised his hand and pointed, and the Civilization Pen immediately froze the Immortal Execution Sword. The Immortal Execution Sword trembled slightly, as if it wanted to break free.

There was no time to lose. The Ship of Civilization arrived in front of the Immortal Execution Sword in an instant. Zhao Ti stretched out his arm inside the ship, and a white light enveloped his wrist. In an instant, he took the sword from its suspended state and held it in his palm.

However, the Zhuxian Sword was not obedient; it throbbed and struggled in his hand, clearly still connected to the Zhuxian Sword Diagram and guided and commanded by it.

His literary power rushed into the sword and began to wash away the mark left by the Zhuxian Sword Diagram. The mark was extremely cold and difficult to deal with, but literary power was best at dealing with this kind of thing. In just a moment, the mark was completely removed.

Zhao Ti then began to carve his own literary and Daoist imprint into the sword. In this way, unless someone with far superior Daoist cultivation and magical power could violently erase the imprint, no one else could use the sword even if they obtained it.

Especially since there are very few people in the world who possess the power of literature and the Way, and he is a sage of literature and the Way, it is impossible for him to break this mark with clever methods.

After completing the branding and refining the entire sword, Zhao Ti suddenly understood its origins and history. A look of enlightenment appeared on his face, mixed with a hint of shock.

It turns out that this sword truly contains a fragment of the original Zhuxian Sword. This fragment is extremely small, only the size of a grain of rice. It is the only remaining piece of the four Zhuxian Swords. When Tongtian left the Pangu Universe, he crossed countless star systems and brought it to this world.

These four pseudo-immortal swords were forged after Tongtian descended, and it took sixty years to complete. The remaining fragments of the immortal swords, no bigger than a grain of rice, were then forged into this pseudo-immortal-slaying sword.

Just as I thought! Zhao Ti nodded in agreement. Although this fake sword did not have the power of the original Immortal Execution Sword, nor the supernatural abilities that come with innate magic weapons, it still had some special functions.

The sword actually has three forms; this is the second form, which can be used in battle.

There is also a first form, which transforms into a small sword three and a half inches long, circling around the body or hidden within it.

The third type is a giant sword three zhang long. As long as the magic power is sufficient, it can shoot out a tail of light that stretches for hundreds of miles and a sword aura that stretches for thousands of miles, capable of cleaving mountains and splitting seas, and piercing stars.

Unfortunately, the third form can only be fully unleashed after reaching the Golden Immortal level, and he can't even release it now.

Even so, this sword is already one of the top magical treasures in the world today.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ti laughed heartily, paused, and steered the Civilization Ship towards the Immortal Gate in the north of the formation.

(End of this chapter)