Loan Wusheng

The condensation of the 'Kunlun Soul' Dharma form this time can be described as easy and effortless.

Without the slightest difficulty, Zheng Jun spent the entire time atop the sacred peak of Orion watching the sea and observing the changing fortunes of this kingdom.

Zheng Jun originally planned to apply the methods from the Yanfu Realm to this broken little world, but before he could put them into practice, he cancelled them himself.

the reason is simple.

The sight of Western faces staring at names like Wang Erniu and Li Tiedan was absurd. Zheng Jun wasn't used to this kind of approach, so he simply let them follow the historical trend and pass on the information normally.

However, repaying the 'Kunlun Soul' Dharma here is indeed much simpler than repaying it in the Jambudvipa.

After all, in the mortal realm, Zheng Ke could not use this kind of 'myth and legend' method to create a kingdom in the secular world.

If we were to create stories about martial arts geniuses or something similar, it would be too ordinary. After all, there are plenty of stories like that, and it's far less effective than creating myths and legends in this broken and lost little world.

Once all that's done, this place won't have much value anymore.

Zheng Jun is using the remaining will of heaven and earth. Although it has not been completely eliminated, he can still have the strength of a 'half-step Dao Lord' in this land. However, judging from the current situation, it will be eliminated in four or five years.

Staying for another four or five years wouldn't make any difference.

Zheng Jun took a deep breath, and then a glint flashed in his eyes.

The eight Dharma images I currently possess each have their own uses.

Lord of the World, Stealing Heavenly Secrets, Yellow Millet Dream, Virtue Cult, Candle Dragon Eyes, Wandering the Jianghu, Taixu Trace, Kunlun Soul.

Strictly speaking, apart from the 'Lord of the World' Dharma form which possesses a decisive and ruthless aura, the only other Dharma form is Zhulongjing. While Zhulongjing has some killing power, the rest are mostly auxiliary.

My ninth Dharma form needs to enhance its combat power in terms of killing.

So and so...

Zheng Jun has already chosen the candidate for his ninth Dharma image.

Sword Mastery!

And so, the decision has been made!
[Is this a pre-emptive application of the 'Sword Divine Power' Dharma form? Because it's a borrowing of future results...]

"Advance payment".

[Advance payment successful.]

As the words "advance payment successful" appeared before Zheng Jun, he instantly felt a surge of energy and his sharp edge was about to be revealed!
The sacred peak of Orian beneath Zheng Jun's feet suddenly trembled, and the snow on its summit burst open like a silver dragon cascading down.

His robes remained unmoved, yet countless invisible sword energies erupted from his body, shredding the falling snow into dust.

"Keng!"

A sword cry rang out from Zheng Jun's spiritual platform, which then transformed into rolling thunder that reverberated throughout the heavens and earth.

At this moment, the rusted knight's sword on the eastern coast of the Kingdom of Orion, the frozen sacrificial dagger in the northern border, the bronze short weapon buried in the royal city's tomb...

All the swords in this realm, whether damaged or not, trembled violently at this moment, their blades turning on their own and emitting a humming sound of worship towards the Holy Peak.

"The Sword of Divine Power... is even more domineering than I expected."

Zheng Jun lowered his eyes to look at his palm, where a half-real, half-illusory sword pattern was slowly condensing.

With each clearer mark, a stone mountain a hundred miles away would be cleaved in two by an invisible sword aura, the broken edge as smooth as a mirror.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a rift was torn open in the clouds, stretching across the sky, as if a giant had cleaved the heavens with a sword.

Nine meteors fell from the crack, transforming upon landing into nine phantom ancient swords of different shapes, surrounding Zheng Jun in the center.

"A phantom sword?"

Zheng Jun raised his hand and grasped one of the crimson sword shadows. The instant he grasped it, Zheng Jun's pupils suddenly contracted, and a searing pain pierced his soul from the sword hilt.

But the next moment, the image of 'Kunlun Soul' manifested behind him, and the majestic mountain phantom suppressed the pain without leaving a trace.

"Buzz!"

The nine illusory swords simultaneously entered Zheng Jun's body, causing his hair to move without wind, with each strand of black hair shimmering with tiny sword light.

If someone were to look directly into Zheng Jun's eyes at this moment, they would see the illusion of ten thousand swords returning to their origin flickering deep within his pupils.

Just as Zheng Jun's fierce sword light took shape, he suddenly sensed something and turned to look at the southern desert.

What was once a desolate land of quicksand was now transformed into a gray-robed figure treading through the sand, each step creating a sense of shattering space.

"Ok?"

Zheng Jun immediately felt a sense of alertness, narrowed his eyes, and quietly activated the 'Candle Dragon Eyes' Dharma Form.

Zheng Jun's eyes narrowed, and with the activation of the 'Candle Dragon Eye' Dharma Image, the disguise of the gray-robed figure was torn apart like a thin mist!

It was not human, but a humanoid void creature, its skin reflecting distorted light and shadow like a shattered mirror, its body entwined with black rifts that devoured space.

This broken and lost little world has no boundaries, so any race from beyond the heavens can come and go freely and invade this little world at will. These void creatures are no exception.

Some of these void creatures were born from the rifts in this outer realm, while others were survivors of powerful beings from other worlds that were destroyed. Because they had no boundary protection, they were forced to abandon their homes and wander in this outer realm.

The humanoid void creature in front of them was probably the latter.

After all, Zheng Jun sensed a power in him comparable to that of a Dharma Avatar.

It looked up at Mount Orion, and let out a hoarse hiss: "This divine power... should... belong to my people..."

Because of the erosion caused by the void, one's consciousness will slowly dissipate.

The person in front of me must be completely out of it.

It was simply following its instincts, wanting to devour Zheng Jun.

"Just in time."

Zheng Jun sneered, and the sword patterns on his palm suddenly blazed brightly. He then pointed his fingers like a sword and lightly slashed at the void.

"boom!"

The desert a hundred miles away suddenly collapsed, and an invisible sword aura burst forth from the ground, cleaving the quicksand in two.

The void creature retreated violently, but its gray robe was torn apart by the aftershocks of the sword energy, revealing its scale-covered body.

It roared and raised its hand, forming dozens of spatial barriers in front of it. However, Zheng Jun flicked his sword finger, and nine ancient sword phantoms shot out from his body. The crimson sword shadows pierced through the barriers layer by layer like lava piercing the sun.

Upon seeing this, the void creature's arms transformed into twisted tentacles, which, carrying spatial turbulence, lunged at Zheng Jun.

Zheng Jun neither dodged nor evaded; the sword light at the tip of his hair surged, and the 'Sword Divine Power' Dharma form was fully manifested!
Behind Zheng Jun, the image of a giant sword reaching the heavens stood tall. Before the sword even arrived, its sharpness had already shredded the tentacles inch by inch!

The void creature howled and retreated, its pupils reflecting Zheng Jun's cold face: "You..."

Zheng Jun remained silent, but pressed down with his fingers together, and the world fell silent.

The humming of all the swords on Mount Orion abruptly ceased, and in the next moment, the nine sword phantoms merged into one, transforming into a pale sword light that stretched across the heavens and earth.

The void creature frantically tore through space in an attempt to escape, only to see that wherever the sword light passed, time and space were severed!
The body of this void creature was frozen in the instant of shattering, and then disintegrated like glass, along with the desert, which was annihilated by the aftershocks of the sword energy into a bottomless canyon!

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the sandstorm dispersed.

Zheng Jun stood at the edge of the canyon, the sword patterns on his palm completely solidified.

"That saves us the trouble of testing the sword."

Zheng Jun chuckled softly, and the nine swords around him trembled.

This 'Sword Divine Power' is indeed powerful. Zheng Jun mostly used the 'Sword Divine Power' technique to fight, but this 'Sword Divine Power' technique only took three moves to kill a void creature comparable to a Dharma body, which is enough to prove its strength.

Of course, this is also because the void creatures are not in their right mind, thus weakening their combat power.

But in any case, it is enough to prove the killing skills of 'Sword God'.

This is exactly the Dharma form that Zheng Jun needed.

Now, I can return to the Jambudvipa realm with the power of the nine Dharma forms.

With this thought in mind, Zheng Jun immediately transformed into a streak of light and fled towards the void of the Outer Heaven, completely disappearing from the shattered world where he had lived for more than fifty years.

……

In the fifty years since Zheng Jun left the world of Yanfu, turbulent times have been raging.

The main focus was on small-scale rebellions in various regions.

That would be rebellion.

At first, it was just a small-scale disturbance.

Later, it gradually evolved into a large-scale rebellion involving Yuan Dan Martial Saint.

There's only one reason for all of this.

That is, as everyone says, the Emperor Wude of the Han Dynasty is dead, and the world should be contested again.

Such an absurd lie was naturally not believed by anyone at first.

However, as the emperor had not appeared for a long time, the news gradually became believed by people, to the point that some Yuan Dan Martial Saints who were unaware of the truth also rebelled.

The main force behind the rebellion was Liu An, the former head of the Liu family, who had been living in the snow-capped mountains for generations and was a descendant of the former royal family of the Great Xia Dynasty. He was accompanied by Master Tongxuan, Master of Jianlu, and Master of Jinglong Temple.

They all rose up in resistance.

With all other options blocked, they had no choice but to take a gamble.

Liu An in Taixuhen, the Master of Jianlu in Jiantongshen, the Master of Tongxuan in Fuluhai, and the Master of Jinglongguan in Zhongshengrenren.

These four forms were all offered by them.

Naturally, they were filled with anxiety, feeling that their path ahead was about to be blocked.

In addition, a Khan of the Northern Rong also rebelled, wanting to become independent from the rest of the world.

Although the Great Sage Burning Heaven was stationed in Shenjing, and the Great Sage Burning Heaven, Zhuohuang, knew that Zheng Jun had not died because the Dharma Image of the 'Lord of the World' was still shining brightly, he could not stop all of this from happening: the change of dynasties is the way of Heaven.

If you rashly intervene, you will only invite disaster upon yourself.

Therefore, Zhuohuang could only stay in Shenjing to maintain stability.

Suddenly, rebellion broke out in the southwest, and Liu An proclaimed himself Emperor of the Great Xia, effectively becoming a lonely and isolated ruler.

In response to this situation, the Han Dynasty government has tried to quell the rebellion several times, but has been unable to capture Yidu City and has been besieging it for three years.

On this day, outside Yidu City, more than 300,000 Han troops besieged Yidu and cut off its food supplies.

The commander of the Han army was Wei Bohu, a general from the former Zhou dynasty and the Duke of Guo. Now, he is the Grand General of the Right Dragon Martial Army of the Great Han and the Duke of Tingyang. He is three hundred years old and leads troops into battle. He is a famous general in the world.

Wei Bohu, his temples graying, stood outside the military camp, gazing at Yidu City with a furrowed brow.

This city is the most powerful city in the southwest, located on a ley line, and guarded by four Yuan Dan Martial Saints. To break through the city would be extremely difficult.

This time, Ruan Sheng, the commander of the Bashu campaign, Wei Quan, the general of the Right Thousand Bull Guard, and Dugu Yuan, the general of the Left Thousand Bull Guard, also led their troops to besiege Yidu City. They were not too worried about the rebels in the city breaking out, but the situation could only remain at a stalemate.

Wei Bohu believed that ultimate victory would belong to them.

After all, it is far too difficult for this small corner of the world to fight against the entire world.

Just when Wei Bohu thought victory was assured, the heavy city gates of Yidu suddenly burst open with a deafening roar.

Amidst billowing dust, a troop of black-armored cavalry surged forth like a black tide. The leader, clad in a crimson-gold dragon-patterned battle robe, was none other than Liu An, who had proclaimed himself Emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Liu An held a gilded long spear, its tip pointed directly at Wei Bohu, and his voice boomed like thunder: "Wei Bohu! You traitor who served three masters, you once enjoyed the Zhou dynasty's bounty, and now you betray the Han court, what face do you have to stand between heaven and earth?!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Bohu was momentarily dazed, but quickly regained his senses. His graying hair flew in the wind, and the bronze halberd in his hand gleamed with a chilling light: "You eat the Han's food, and now you rebel. Do you even deserve to talk about loyalty and righteousness?"

Before he finished speaking, he had already spurred his horse forward, his halberd slicing through the sky and clashing with Liu An's long spear, the sparks flying like meteors falling to the ground.

On the battlefield, the energy of the Yuan Dan Martial Saint surged, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

Just as the two were locked in fierce combat, a disturbance suddenly broke out on the flank of the Han army.

Suddenly, the banners of Ruan Sheng, the pacification commissioner of Bashu, fluttered back, and his 30,000 rattan armor soldiers turned their bows and crossbows and unleashed a rain of arrows at Wei Bohu's central army!

Wei Bohu's heart trembled violently. After parrying Liu An's attack, he retreated ten feet, his eyes wide with rage: "Ruan Sheng! You..."

Ruan Sheng was a newly promoted Yuan Dan Martial Saint. He served as a member of the Southern Barbarian Han Army and quelled many rebellions of the Southern Barbarians. He was granted a title for his merits. Later, when the Bashu region rebelled, Ruan Sheng became the commander-in-chief to resist the rebel army.

But unexpectedly, this person turned out to be a rebel from Liu An's faction!

Ruan Sheng stood atop the chariot, his face hidden behind an iron mask, only his cold voice emanating from him: "General Wei, Zheng Jun has been dead for fifty years, this world... it's time for a new ruler!"

With that, he flicked nine blood-red talismans from his sleeve. The talismans transformed into ferocious ghost heads in the wind, lunging towards Wei Bohu.

"It's the work of Master Tongxuan!"

Wei Bohu's pupils shrank suddenly. He swept his halberd across and shattered three ghost heads, but the remaining six heads entangled his limbs.

Upon seeing this, Liu An laughed loudly, his long spear, enveloped in the silvery-white halo of the Taixu Hen Dharma Image, pierced straight into Wei Bohu's heart!

At the critical moment, a sword's cry suddenly echoed from the sky.

A pale sword light descended from the heavens, cleaving Liu An's long spear in two, and the aftershocks shattered Ruan Sheng's chariot into dust.

Everyone looked up in shock and saw a man in black robes stepping out of the clouds, his hair gleaming with sword light. It was Zheng Jun, who had returned from the shattered small world.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?!"

Upon seeing this, Wei Bohu breathed a sigh of relief, while Liu An and Ruan Sheng were utterly astonished and horrified.

They actually believed that Zheng Jun had died!

"Impossible, how could that person... deceive me..."

Liu An gritted his teeth and muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, in the city, the master of the Sword Pavilion, who was fighting Wei Quan, turned ashen-faced upon seeing Zheng Jun's brilliance.

That sword light that traversed the heavens and earth was clearly the legendary 'Sword God' Dharma form that could cleave through time and space!
It is also the Dharma form that I have been pursuing all my life!

Now that Zheng Jun has condensed this Dharma form, his path forward is completely cut off!

Upon seeing this, a bitter feeling welled up in the heart of the Sword Pavilion Master.

Zheng Jun stood atop the clouds, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield like a cold star. He remained silent, only slowly raising his right hand, a pale sword light emanating from his fingertips.

"Zheng!"

The sound of a sword ringing out resounded through the heavens and earth. Before Liu An could react, a line of blood appeared between his brows.

His eyes widened, and the broken spear in his hand clattered to the ground. His entire body shattered like glass, and the primordial core brewing within him turned to dust and dissipated in the wind.

Ruan Sheng's iron mask cracked in two, revealing a terrified and distorted face. He knelt down in panic, and before he could even unleash the nine blood-red talismans, they were shredded into a sky full of red mist by the invisible sword energy.

A sword light pierced through his crown, and the body of this newly promoted Martial Saint collapsed like a sand tower, leaving only a bottomless sword mark pit in the original place.

Upon seeing this, Master Tongxuan trembled and knelt on the ground, his forehead pounding heavily into the soil: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty, please understand! This humble Taoist was bewitched by the void, that's why...that's why..."

Zheng Jun raised his eyes and glanced at these people.

There were indeed traces of emptiness on them.

Liu An, in particular, seemed to frequently come into contact with the Outer Heavens.

However, the aura emanating from them was more from the Xuanhuang Realm.

"It seems that 'True Lord Xuanqiong Yuxiao' is indeed not being honest and is trying to make things difficult for me."

Zheng Jun's eyes were cold and sinister.

Now that he possesses nine Dharma forms, he is naturally not afraid of 'True Lord Xuanqiong Yuxiao'.

Zheng Jun's gaze swept across the city walls of Yidu like frost, his eyes piercing through the raging flames of war and landing on the master of the Sword Pavilion.

The master of the sword hut was dressed in a gray robe that fluttered in the wind. His long sword hummed incessantly, and his eyes held both despair and a resolute unwillingness.

He looked up at Zheng Jun and said hoarsely, "Now that Your Majesty has mastered the 'Sword Divine Skill,' why bother with us ants?"

Zheng Jun's expression was indifferent, and the sword light flowed between his fingertips as he slowly spoke: "You have devoted your entire life to pursuing this path, and today I will give you a chance."

After saying that, Zheng Jun's aura suddenly subsided, and his cultivation level was suppressed to the Yuan Dan realm. The Tongtian Sword Image behind him also disappeared, leaving only a pale sword intent at his fingertips.

This was certainly not because Zheng Jun was having a fit of adolescent delusions.

Rather, it is the repayment requirement of the 'Sword God' Dharma Form.

The only requirement for the 'Sword Divine Transformation' Dharma Form is to defeat all heroes under heaven with a sword!
He had killed most of the experts in the Yanfu Realm.

The master of this Sword Pavilion was the martial artist who had the best chance of condensing the 'Sword God' Dharma Image. Fighting him might be the way to fulfill the requirements of this Dharma Image.

"I will suppress my cultivation and fight you." Zheng Jun's voice was calm, but it resounded like thunder on the battlefield. "If you can withstand three of my sword strikes and survive, I will spare your life."

Upon hearing this, the Sword Pavilion Master's pupils contracted sharply, then he threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter tinged with madness: "Good! Good! Since His Majesty is so generous, how can this old man back down?!"

Having said that, the master of the Sword Pavilion suddenly took a step forward, and the long sword in his hand suddenly burst out with dazzling silver light. Wherever the sword pointed, the void seemed to distort slightly.

"The first sword."

Zheng Jun pointed his fingers like a sword and made a light stroke.

"Qiang!"

A pale sword light slashed out silently, seemingly slow, but instantly traversing a hundred feet, heading straight for the throat of the Sword Pavilion Master.

The Sword Pavilion Master roared, his longsword blocking the attack. The silver light on the sword surged, transforming into a barrier.

"clang!"

The clang of metal against metal echoed across the battlefield. The master of the sword hut retreated seven steps, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood dripped down the blade.

The Sword Pavilion Master was pale, but he gritted his teeth and stood firm, his eyes burning with even stronger fighting spirit: "Again!"

Zheng Jun's expression remained unchanged as he raised his fingertips again: "The second sword."

This time, before the sword light was drawn, the world suddenly fell silent.

The Sword Pavilion Master felt a strong sense of alarm and leaped up without hesitation. His long sword transformed into a sky full of sword shadows, like a cascading river of stars, attempting to use offense as a form of defense.

However, Zheng Jun's sword light followed him like a shadow, slashing out from nothingness and aiming straight for his brow!
"puff!"

The sword hut owner hastily turned his head, the sword light grazing his cheek, bringing up a spray of blood.

He groaned, a deep, bone-revealing sword wound now visible on his left cheek, dripping with blood.

"The last sword."

Zheng Jun's voice was as cold as iron.

The Sword Pavilion Master, panting heavily, grinned, revealing his bloodstained teeth in a ferocious manner: "Your Majesty... truly a master of swordsmanship!"

After saying that, he suddenly tore open his robe, revealing an ancient sword pattern on his chest. He was using his own blood essence as a guide to forcefully activate his lifelong sword intent!
"I'll risk my life for this sword!"

The Sword Pavilion Master gripped the sword with both hands, and the blade shattered inch by inch, transforming into countless silver rays that merged into his body.

The next moment, the Sword Pavilion Master transformed into an unparalleled, ferocious sword, slashing fiercely at Zheng Jun!

Zheng Jun's eyes flickered slightly, and he lightly tapped his fingertip: "Slash."

"Zheng!"

A pale sword light pierced the heavens and earth, colliding violently with the Sword Pavilion Master's desperate attack!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no raging aftershocks of sword energy.

There was only a slight cracking sound.

The Sword Pavilion Master's body froze in mid-air, the sword in his hand completely shattering.

He looked down at his chest, where a thin, hair-like sword wound slowly appeared and then spread all over his body.

"So... this is 'Sword Mastery'..."

The Sword Pavilion Master murmured to himself, a hint of relief appearing in his eyes.

The next moment, his body shattered like glass, turning into countless points of light that dissipated in the wind.

Three swords, slaying the world's number one killing Yuan Dan!
The battlefield was deathly silent, save for the mournful sound of the wind.

Even though Zheng Jun had suppressed his cultivation level, he was still invincible with the 'Sword God' Dharma Form.

However, after Zheng Jun killed the master of the Sword Pavilion, the Great Dao Martial Book did not give any feedback.

"It seems that it really won't work."

Zheng Jun remained calm, glancing at the silent Abbot Jinglong beside him. After casually unleashing a sword strike, he thought to himself, "It seems I need to find a fighter of at least the same level to face."

"No, not of the same rank... but of the same level."

Thinking of this, Zheng Jun unconsciously raised his head, his gaze passing through the boundary wall and beyond the heavens, looking towards the direction of the Xuanhuang Realm.

If we were to say that there is only one cultivator in the Three Realms who can be at the same level as me, there is only one person left.

The strongest being in the Xuanhuang Realm, True Monarch Xuanqiong Yuxiao! (End of Chapter)