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

Chapter 464 The Formation Breaks, Great Gains
Inside the Immortal Gate, in a dimly lit passage, Murong Longcheng was already drenched in sweat from the fighting and was just about to reach the end of the passage.

He moved swiftly, his shoes scraping against the ground and sparks flying. His long, white hair fluttered in the wind, his face was expressionless, and his white beard swayed in the cold air.

Twisted sword patterns flickered on both sides of the sword formation passage, each pattern pulsating faintly, stirring the surrounding spiritual energy into a chaotic boil.

A layer of pale silver starlight mist surrounded him, a protective shield formed by stellar magic, which was being struck by countless heavenly blades.

At this moment, the scene was hazy and dim, with sword energy weaving together. Although the faint sword gate could be seen in the distance, progress ahead became increasingly difficult, as if one were in the heart of an ancient sandstorm, or at the end of an eternally silent twilight.

Murong Longcheng's gaze was deep, as if it contained the stars. The sword energy drawn by the pseudo-immortal sword was not simply sharp, but also carried a sense of desolation and death that could erode all things and bury everything.

He raised his frosty white eyebrows, staring intently at the passage exit that was faintly visible behind the surging sword energy, and the blurry outline of the majestic sword tower outside the exit.

"Even a pseudo-sword formation possesses such destructive power... Third Junior Brother, you are quite remarkable." His thoughts raced, but his hands moved with lightning speed.

With his hands forming hand seals and his fingers flying across the paper, magical power flowed through him. His left hand drew upon the cool, pure energy of the Yin, while his right hand connected with the essence of the true fire of the Yang. In an instant, a Yin-Yang symbol, a complex interplay of reality and illusion, appeared before him and began to slowly rotate.

The yin-yang fish has one black and one white eye; the black is profound, devouring light, while the white is pure, purifying all things.

"The cycle of Yin and Yang continues, and all things return to nothingness!"

"Boom!" The surging torrent of dim yellow sword energy crashed into the Taiji Dao Diagram, and the annihilating power was actually drawn and dispersed by the Dao Diagram.

The power of Yin dispelled its restless and decadent death intent, while the power of Yang burned away its condensed and unyielding sharpness. Large swaths of sword energy disintegrated like mud oxen entering the sea under the rotating millstone of the Dao diagram.

However, at the exit of this passage, the power of the Immortal-Slaying Sword flowed inexhaustibly, its sword energy seemingly endless and becoming increasingly condensed.

More sword energy bypassed the front of the Tai Chi diagram, attacking from the sides, rear, and even above and below, transforming into a series of agile and cunning dim yellow blades with unpredictable trajectories, specifically targeting the weak points in Murong Longcheng's defenses.

Murong Longcheng lightly stomped his foot and shouted in a low voice, "All the stars in the heavens, heed my command!"

"Buzz!" A miniature starry sky unfolded around him, with countless points of starlight glittering and condensing into tiny phantom stars that moved and flowed along mysterious trajectories.

The power of the stars descended, transforming into an indestructible barrier. The cunning, dim yellow energy blades that attacked crashed into the star curtain, instantly exploding into clusters of turbid light, unable to advance an inch.

He took a step forward, the Yin-Yang Dao Diagram clearing the way, crushing the torrent of qi blades in front of him, and stars swirling around his body to defend against attacks from all directions.

Murong Longcheng's pace varied, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, yet subtly mimicking the technique of shrinking the distance to an inch. His figure left afterimages in the dimly lit passage as he rapidly approached the exit.

As the sword gate at the exit became clearer and clearer, and even the different aura coming from the outside world could be felt, a sudden change occurred!
The dim yellow sword energy at the end of the passage suddenly solidified, no longer attacking chaotically, but rapidly gathering and compressing, eventually transforming into three giant blades that were condensed to the extreme and almost became solid!

One was a dull yellow, deathly still like a tomb; another was an earthy yellow, heavy like the earth's burial soil; and the third was an orange-yellow, radiant like the last rays of the setting sun, carrying an even stronger sense of finality.

The three giant blades, arranged in a triangular shape, locked onto all of Murong Longcheng's aura and, carrying the strongest killing power of the Pseudo-Immortal Sword in this passage, crashed down!

Before the blade even arrived, the terrifying pressure had already caused the flow of magical energy to stagnate, and the Yin-Yang Dao Diagram to groan in despair.

There is no way to avoid it!

The starlight in Murong Longcheng's eyes surged. He took a deep breath, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and his magical power surged and roared within him.

"Yin and Yang are reversed, and the stars are shifted!"

At the same time, he fully activated two unique skills, attempting to combine them with the mysterious technique of reversal and displacement!
The Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram in front suddenly stopped rotating, and then the Yin and Yang became unbalanced and erupted with a roar! It was no longer a gentle annihilation and transformation, but a violent reversal and collapse! The black and white energies frantically intertwined and clashed, turning into a chaotic zone of destruction, actively meeting the three deadly giant blades.

At the same time, the illusory stars surrounding him shone brightly, and the trajectories of the stars suddenly became chaotic and reversed, as if space itself was being distorted and folded.

Rumble——!
The chaotic yin and yang forces collided violently with the three deadly giant blades, unleashing a deafening roar and an energy storm. The passage shook violently, and the dim yellow light was torn apart, revealing the twisted and shattered spatial cracks behind it.

The first, dim, lifeless giant blade shattered inch by inch under the impact of the reversed Yin and Yang, its deathly intent dissipated by the violent chaotic power.

The second, heavy, earthen-yellow blade held out for a while, but eventually it too became covered in cracks and disintegrated.

But the third, dazzling orange-yellow giant blade, symbolizing the true meaning of "absolute," though its light had dimmed and its size had shrunk by nearly half, stubbornly pierced through the center of the explosion, carrying the last vestige of its will to end everything, and slashed at Murong Longcheng!

At this moment, the Yin-Yang Dao Diagram has dissipated, and the celestial constellations have been flickering in and out of focus during the previous collision, making it difficult to instantly condense the strongest defense.

At the critical moment, Murong Longcheng pushed his clasped hands forward with a sudden force, not to block the attack, but to draw a perfect circle. The circle contained his ultimate understanding of the laws of space, a sublimation of the art of inversion and displacement. The space within the circle was layered upon layered, seemingly endless.

"move!"

The orange-yellow giant blade slashed into the circle, its terrifying destructive power instantly dispersed and directed to other places.

When the giant blade finally pierced through the seemingly thin circle of space and reached Murong Longcheng, only a faint, almost invisible, dim yellow aura remained. With a flick of his finger, it was completely annihilated.

Inside the passage, the omnipresent, dim yellow sword energy that filled the heavens and earth seemed to lose its core pull as the three giant blades disintegrated, suddenly becoming thin and chaotic. Although it still existed, it no longer possessed the earth-shattering power it once had.

Murong Longcheng's face was slightly pale. He used several powerful techniques at the same time, especially the last one, which almost drained nearly 50% of his magic power. However, his body remained straight as a spear, and he took a step forward.

The remaining starlight around him dispersed the thin sword energy, and suddenly the view opened up before him. The majestic and ancient Sword Gate, exuding a soaring sword intent, had appeared completely in the distance.

The body of the sword is vaguely visible, covered with ancient and mottled marks, and countless faint runes containing the supreme principles of swordsmanship.

He felt a slight stinging sensation in his eyes simply by staring at it, as if his soul was being torn apart by an invisible sword intent.

Murong Longcheng hurriedly used his magic to dispel the disturbance, and then stepped out of the passage. However, before he could take a closer look at the Sword Palace in the distance, a warning alarm sounded in his mind again!

A sword intent far purer and more terrifying than that within the passage, seemingly capable of annihilating all life in the world and reducing all things to nothingness, suddenly erupted from above the sword gate, like a ferocious beast that had been dormant for countless ages suddenly awakening, locking onto him firmly!
This sword intent carries the true law of "absolute," far surpassing the imitation dim sword energy in the passage.

Murong Longcheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and his magical power instantly condensed to its limit. Stepping out of the passage was truly the beginning of an even more dangerous situation. He raised his hand, and the magical power at his fingertips began to condense again. Although the Yin and Yang energies and the starlight of the heavens were slightly dimmed, they began to flow once more.

A web of interwoven energy blades, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, surged forth from above, all around, and even underground, clearly indicating that the pseudo-Immortal Sword had unleashed its own power.

"Reverse Yin and Yang, control the stars!" Murong Longcheng shouted, his left hand forming a Yin-Yang hand seal, while his right hand pointed to the void above his head.

In an instant, two streams of energy surged from his palms, one as cold as ice and the other as hot as fire. As the two energies merged, they transformed into a rotating illusory Tai Chi diagram, which stretched across his front.

At the same time, the starlight above suddenly condensed, transforming into seven bright stars that formed the shape of the Big Dipper. Starlight descended like silk threads, intertwining with the Tai Chi diagram to form an impenetrable defensive barrier.

Countless energy blades crashed into the barrier and exploded, turning into dust that clung to it, attempting to corrode the star power. Murong Longcheng frowned slightly, his fingertips urging his magic power to accelerate, causing the Taiji diagram to spin rapidly. The Yin and Yang energies continuously devoured and transformed the energy blades' power, while the Big Dipper constellation steadily supported the barrier, dissolving the invading force one by one.

At the same time, he kept moving and, taking advantage of the gaps in the barrier, suddenly swayed and used the Reversal and Shifting Technique. His figure moved like a ghost through the gaps in the air blades. Although he seemed to be moving forward, his footwork was actually reversed, avoiding several air blades that came from blind spots.

But before long, another wave of sword energy surged forth. This time, it was not a small blade of energy, but transformed into giant blades that were half yellow and half orange, slashing down with the force of a mountain pressing down.

Murong Longcheng dared not be careless. He changed the hand seals simultaneously, and the Big Dipper Star Array suddenly expanded. The seven bright stars shone brightly, and the star power condensed into a silver star sword. He grasped the star sword, flipped his wrist, and drew an arc.

"Star Slash!" The star sword collided with the giant blade, the booming sound causing rocks to fall from the passage walls. The star power and the power of the blade collided and dissipated, turning into a violent airflow that swept around.

Using the recoil, he drifted a few steps to the side, his face growing paler. After all, he hadn't entered the Dao Palace and had withstood several waves of attacks, causing some stinging pain in his meridians.

Looking at the Sword Gate not far ahead, Murong Longcheng unleashed his teleportation spell once again, this time no longer holding his ground but taking the initiative to attack.

His figure suddenly split into three phantoms, each activating one of the three techniques: Yin Yang, Starry Sky, and Teleportation. One phantom used a Tai Chi diagram to block the frontal air blades, another phantom used star power to strike the sword patterns on the rock wall, attempting to disrupt the formation, and the third phantom took advantage of the gaps in the air blades to rush forward.

This worked as expected. The sword energy paused slightly, and the onslaught of countless air blades weakened a bit. Murong Longcheng seized this fleeting opportunity, his true form emerging from the phantom. The star mist and yin and yang energies around him completely merged, transforming into a dazzling suit of light armor. He charged towards the remaining air blades, and the light armor collided with the air blades, producing a dense, crisp sound. Many air blades were directly deflected and dissolved by the light armor.

But he didn't stop at all, continuously swinging the Star Sword in his hand, the outline of the sword's edge becoming clearer and clearer. "The final hurdle!" Murong Longcheng roared, pouring all his magic power into the Star Sword, which shone with a dazzling silver light. He leaped up, and the Star Sword cleaved down in a huge silver arc, shattering all the energy blades blocking his way before falling down.

But at that moment, a viscous, swamp-like force suddenly came from all around, and his body staggered in mid-air, falling not far ahead.

Murong Longcheng's steps faltered slightly as he landed, and the Light Armor Star Sword gradually dissipated. "Hmm? There's actually such a method?" His expression changed slightly, his eyes burning as he circulated his magic power to resist the sluggish force around him.

This is getting tough! His movements slowed down noticeably compared to before, and the sky blades attacked again. He frowned as he looked at the sword gate that was not far ahead.

At that moment, a white light suddenly appeared in the void, which turned out to be a small boat that was pure white. This small boat carved a passage through the sluggish and obscure space, as if by divine intervention, and came above him.

Murong Longcheng looked surprised as he saw Zhao Ti, dressed in snow-white armor, standing in the boat and smiling at him.

"Junior brother, you..."

"Senior Brother, please calm down. I'll help you break the formation!"

Zhao Ti stood inside the Ark of Civilization, the Immortal Execution Sword in his hand glowing crimson, and a massive, unparalleled sword aura, containing the will to destroy and annihilate, slashed down.

A terrifying hissing sound rang out, and the dim yellow energy blades disappeared one after another. The stagnant space was also cleaved open, and Murong Longcheng immediately felt a lightness on his body.

"Senior Brother, let's board the boat and retrieve the Immortal-Slaying Sword!"

Zhao Ti landed on the Ark of Civilization, and Murong Longcheng jumped on, looking puzzled: "Junior Brother, this magic boat and that sword..."

"The boat is a new spell I've just mastered, and the sword is the Immortal Execution Sword. Senior brother, let's not talk about these things now; getting the sword is the priority!"

As Zhao Ti spoke, he had already flown his boat to the top of the Sword Gate. The Immortal-Slaying Sword was in sight when suddenly a huge sword beam, containing an aura of annihilation, slashed down like a fan.

"Break!" Zhao Ti brandished the Immortal Execution Sword, unleashing a burst of crimson sword energy that instantly pierced the final blow of the Immortal Severing Sword. In a flash, he summoned the Civilization Pen to freeze the Immortal Severing Sword and shouted, "Senior Brother, take the sword!"

Murong Longcheng took a deep breath, starlight flashing on his arm, and reached forward, grabbing the suspended Immortal-Slaying Sword in his palm.

“Senior brother, simply erase the Immortal Execution Sword design from the sword, then refine it and imprint your own mark on it,” Zhao Ti said. “I’ll sail over to Second Senior Brother’s place to take a look.”

As he spoke, he steered the Civilization Ship straight to the location of the Western Immortal-Slaying Sword. Upon arrival, however, he found the place eerily quiet, devoid of any murderous intent. The Immortal-Slaying Sword on the sword stand had already been removed by someone.

"It seems that Second Senior Brother has finished breaking the formation and has taken the Immortal Sword to the south to help Third Senior Brother!" Zhao Ti nodded and continued to sail south towards the location of the Immortal Sword.

They arrived in a flash, and there they saw Xiaoyaozi standing on a golden dragon formed from magic power, while Lin Lingsu was reaching out to take the Immortal Trapping Sword.

"Junior Brothers, have you finished breaking the formation?" Xiaoyaozi asked, seeing the two of them.

Zhao Ti laughed and said, "That's right. Now, if we take the Immortal-Slaying Sword and the Immortal-Slaying Sword Diagram from within the Sword Palace, this great formation will be completely broken, and then we can lead our army straight to Yanjing!"

At this moment, Lin Lingsu had already obtained the Immortal-Trapping Sword. The four of them looked at each other and nodded, and began to break the Sword Gate mechanism together.

They entered the Sword Gate in a short while and saw nearly a hundred people guarding the array's core. They were all shamanistic priests maintaining and operating the array.

Some of the hundred men put up a stubborn resistance, which was met with swords and killed; others surrendered and were ordered to lay down their weapons and lock away their magical powers. After a while, they followed along.

Then, using the Four Swords of Zhuxian to fix the four corners of the array diagram, Zhao Ti raised his hand and took the array diagram, which was a piece of strange beast skin that was ten feet long and ten feet wide. On it, there were hundreds of crisscrossing lines and horizontal lines, densely drawn with patterns and runes, faintly flashing with a cold killing light.

Zhao Ti glanced at it, rolled it up, and then the four of them led dozens of prisoners out of the battle and returned to the main army.

Just a few breaths after leaving the formation, a commotion came from behind. The sword formation, having lost the Four Swords of Zhuxian and the formation diagram, collapsed with a roar, turning into piles of bricks, tiles, withered grass, and rotten wood...

(End of this chapter)