Loan Wusheng

In the outer heavens, sensing Zheng Jun's sharp gaze, Xuanqiong Yuxiao Zhenjun's eyes narrowed, and without any hesitation, he met Zheng Jun's gaze directly.

In an instant, the two crossed the void and stared at each other.

Xuanqiong Yuxiao Zhenjun couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, wondering to himself, "Why is Zheng Jun doing this?"

Although he did indeed do some tricks in the Yanfu Realm, inciting the rebellion of Master Tongxuan, Abbot Jinglong, and others, he only fueled the flames. The core issue was that Liu An was influenced by the void creatures from outside the realm, which led him to raise the banner of rebellion.

Zheng Jun should have been able to notice this.

Then why...

His eyes were filled with fighting spirit and passion as he looked at himself.
Zheng Jun took a step forward, and his figure instantly tore through the void, appearing in the chaos of the outer heavens.

His robes fluttered in the wind, sword light swirled in his hair, and nine ancient sword phantoms surrounded him, their sharp edges pointing directly towards the Xuanhuang Realm where Xuanqiong Yuxiao Zhenjun resided.

"True Lord Xuanqiong Yuxiao".

Zheng Jun's voice pierced through the boundary like the sound of a sword, rippling through the chaos: "I have just completed the 'Sword Divine Connection' Dharma form, but I still lack a whetstone. Do you dare to cross the boundary and fight me?"

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Jun slashed out a pale sword light with his fingers.

The sword energy stretched for 30,000 miles, splitting the chaotic mist in two and revealing the dazzling boundary wall of the Xuanhuang Realm.

The moment the sword light struck the boundary wall, the entire Xuanhuang Realm trembled. Countless cultivators looked up in terror and saw a hideous sword mark split open in the sky.

The figure of Xuanqiong Yuxiao Zhenjun, who was sitting upright on the Taixu Sword Pavilion, finally moved.

Xuanqiong Yuxiao Zhenjun flicked his sleeve, shattering the afterimage of the incoming sword energy. Golden Dao patterns lit up between his brows: "Fellow Daoist Zheng, is this action a provocation against many cultivators in my Xuanhuang Realm? Are you prepared to bear the wrath of this master?"

Although his voice was soft, it carried an undeniable authority.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jun laughed loudly. The nine sword phantoms in his sleeve rang out like thunder, and the chaotic energy beneath his feet surged into lotus flowers.

With a single step, he shattered the void, his black robes fluttering in the gale: "I have returned wielding the Nine Dharma Forms, and I need a fierce battle to fulfill the unfulfilled ambition of 'Sword Divine Power.' If True Lord is afraid, why not summon the fellow Daoists of the Xuanhuang Realm and come at me together!"

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Jun's sword had already drawn three intersecting sword marks in the air.

The pale sword energy tore through the chaos, crisscrossing and maneuvering with an air of dominance over the world.

The golden light in Xuanqiong Yuxiao Zhenjun's eyes surged, and the 100,000 ancient swords floating around Taixu Sword Pavilion trembled simultaneously.

Xuanqiong Yuxiao Zhenjun flicked his sleeve, shattering the countless sword intent afterimages, and sneered, "What an arrogant junior! I have ruled the Xuanhuang Realm for three thousand years, and I have never seen anyone dare to challenge me here!"

After saying this, Xuanqiong Yuxiao Zhenjun formed a hand seal, and seventy-two layers of Dao Palace phantoms appeared behind him, with a natal flying sword emerging from each Dao Palace.

These flying swords are not physical objects, but rather the Daoist essence left behind by sword cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm when they ascended to immortality. At this moment, they form the Zhou Tian Sword Formation, dyeing the chaos into a dazzling gold.

The reason why the Taixu Sword Pavilion is called the Taixu Sword Pavilion is naturally because there are countless sword cultivators in it, and Xuanqiong Yuxiao Zhenjun, as the number one person in the Taixu Sword Pavilion, is naturally also a master swordsman.

"Haha, then let me see what your skills are like."

Before Zheng Jun's laughter subsided, the nine ancient sword phantoms suddenly solidified, transforming into nine towering sword pillars that pierced through the chaos.

Zheng Jun raised his sword finger, and nine swords rang out in unison, each containing a different sword intent!

Some swords were sharp as if splitting the sky, some were heavy as if suppressing a mountain, and some were ethereal as flowing clouds. They intertwined to form a net of swords that covered the sky, pressing down on the True Lord Xuanqiong Yuxiao.

The 'Sword God' Dharma form comes with its own sword intent, which is Zheng Jun's asset. He has a decisive and ruthless sword intent without any cultivation!

There's nothing we can do about it. I bet even the 'Sword God' Dharma Image never imagined that someone like Zheng Jun, who used a loan-like scheme to gain a Dharma Image, could achieve such a status.

Upon seeing this scene, True Monarch Xuanqiong Yuxiao snorted coldly, and the Taixu Sword Pavilion beneath his feet trembled violently. Ten thousand ancient swords surged like a galaxy, rushing towards the sword net.

The two sword energies collided in the chaos, bursting forth with dazzling aurora. The aftershocks evaporated all the chaotic mist within a radius of ten thousand miles, revealing the void of the universe.

"Sword Mastery? Nothing special!"

With a flick of his sleeve, the seventy-two Dao Palace flying swords rang out with a resounding clang, instantly merging into one, transforming into a giant golden sword that stretched across the heavens and earth. On the sword's body, three thousand Dao runes flowed, each as dazzling as a galaxy, containing supreme mysteries.

This is the supreme sword technique of the Xuanhuang Realm, the Taixu Dao-Slaying Sword!

"boom!"

The sword tip fell, chaos dissipated, and yin and yang were separated.

Time and space seemed to freeze at this moment, and all things were frozen under the dazzling sword power.

Even Zheng Jun's nine sword phantoms, which looked down upon the world, paled in comparison to this supreme sword aura, their sharpness suddenly diminishing by three-tenths.

Zheng Jun's eyes burned with fighting spirit, his body remained unmoved, showing no intention of retreating.

Immediately, Zheng Jun pointed his fingers like a sword and swiftly slashed across his brow, creating a blood-red sword mark that was as grotesque and piercing as a divine punishment.

In an instant, the void behind him twisted, and a towering sword-bone Dharma body appeared majestically!
The skeleton was like white jade, yet it was engraved with the stars of the heavens. Every sword pattern resembled a cascading Milky Way, its killing intent as chilling as an abyss.

"Today I will shatter your Taixu Dao lineage!"

Before the words had faded, the person was gone.

A crimson sword beam tore through the sky, like a blood dragon's reversed scales, fiercely meeting the golden giant sword.

The moment the two blood-red swords clashed, all things perished.

There was no roar, no tremor, only absolute annihilation power sweeping across the eight wastelands.

The Xuanhuang Boundary Wall shook violently, mountains and rivers collapsed, and the earth's veins churned; countless cultivators were struck as if by lightning, blood gushing from their seven orifices, kneeling and unable to rise.

The primordial chaos was torn open with an eternal, unhealable rift, within which the void turbulent and twisted, as if the very heavens were weeping blood.

The two figures clashed, their sword energy raging like a tidal wave. In the midst of their exchange, Zheng Jun's left arm was severed at the shoulder, blood splattering everywhere, yet he laughed uncontrollably: "Exhilarating! The True Monarch's Sword Dao truly lives up to its reputation!"

Xuanqiong Yuxiao Zhenjun's golden-patterned Daoist robe was shattered, and a trace of blood seeped from the Daoist pattern between his brows. Although he did not speak, a solemn expression appeared in his eyes for the first time.

Zheng Jun, with his nine Dharma images, is indeed formidable.

Although during the battle, it can be said that almost no other Dharma forms were used.

However, the pressure exerted on True Monarch Xuanqiong Yuxiao was no less.

after all
Zheng Zhengjun's blood-stained right arm suddenly shot upwards, and the blood mist at the severed shoulder surged and condensed into a three-foot-long crimson sword, as red as the setting sun weeping blood.

At the same time, flesh and blood writhed, bones grew new muscle, and a new arm was reshaped from the void.

The crimson sword rang out with a long, clear sound, its brilliance intertwining with the nine sword shadows of the heavens. In an instant, sword energy soared into the sky, stirring up winds and clouds across thousands of miles.

Zheng Jun clenched his fist, pointed the sword directly at the True Lord, and roared like thunder: "Again!"

In an instant, the sword light flashed again!

The chaotic sea roared and boiled, like a furnace being stirred by an invisible giant hand, with billions of sword energies tearing the sky and splitting the earth. This battle was not over, the struggle for the Great Dao was not over, only the blue and red sword lights intertwined like dragons, traversing billions of miles of void, wherever they passed, stars were shattered and laws collapsed!
Zheng Jun fought with increasing ferocity.

They don't care at all what others think.

For Zheng Jun, this battle was not only a repayment of the 'Sword God' Dharma Image' mission, but also an exhilarating fight.

Amidst the chaotic and turbulent aftershocks of sword energy, deep within the void of the Xuanhuang Realm, several majestic auras manifested one after another, their gazes sharp as lightning, piercing through the boundary walls and fixed on the battle beyond the heavens.

Azure Moon Slayer stood with his hands behind his back on the east side of the Taixu Sword Pavilion, surrounded by azure sword light, like a cold moon hanging in the sky.

Qingming Zhanyue Zhenjun frowned and said in a cold voice, "This brat Zheng Jun actually dares to challenge the orthodox sword path of my Xuanhuang Realm with his own strength... Senior Brother Xuanqiong's 'Taixu Zhandao Sword' has reached the pinnacle, yet this person can still withstand it without backing down. It's truly strange."

On the other side, Taixu Yanxing Zhenjun and Jiuyu Fenxin Yuanjun also stood on opposite sides, observing the battle.

Further away, in the demonic realm, blood clouds churned, and demonic lords such as Huangquan Du'e Zhenjun and Xuehe Lujie Zhenjun secretly watched and observed this great battle.

As for the realms of Jambudvipa and Luotian, there were naturally other cultivators of the same level observing this great battle that would determine the future of the three realms.

The chaotic sword energy was like a raging sea, with billions of sword energies transforming into a colossal wave that annihilated the void wherever it passed.

Zheng Jun and Xuanqiong Yuxiao Zhenjun's figures clashed wildly in the shattered space-time. Every time their swords collided, they exploded with light bursts that caused stars to fall and created ripples of the Great Dao.

The crimson sword that Zheng Jun's right arm had transformed into suddenly shattered, turning into countless blood-red blades, each containing the ultimate killing intent of the 'Sword Divine' Dharma form, pouring down like a torrential rain.

Xuanqiong Yuxiao Zhenjun's sleeves billowed, and seventy-two layers of Dao Palace flying swords formed an array to create a shield. The golden sword curtain collided with the blood blade, scattering dazzling starlight.

"Your sword lacks the foundation of 'Tao'; your sword energy is stagnant and rigid, not refined!"

Xuanqiong Yuxiao Zhenjun coldly shouted, having already seen through Zheng Jun's situation.

Zheng Jun's sword intent was devoid of emotion; it was entirely mechanical and did not resemble anything that was condensed by human hands.

Although Xuanqiong Yuxiao Zhenjun didn't know how Zheng Jun had created this state, he was now extremely disdainful. He felt that the overall situation was settled, and the Dao pattern between his eyebrows suddenly cracked open, summoning a crystal-clear natal Dao sword from his spiritual platform.

The sword is transparent as ice, yet it exudes a decisive and ruthless aura. This is the Taichu Wuxiang Sword, the supreme treasure of the Taixu Sword Pavilion!
"A sword that can win is a good sword!"

Upon seeing this, the sword bone dharma image behind Zheng Jun collapsed with a roar, and the nine ancient sword phantoms merged with his physical body.

Every inch of Zheng Jun's skin radiated a dazzling sword light, making him seem like a peerless, deadly weapon capable of splitting the heavens and earth.

Its sharpness was so great that it even tore apart the chaotic currents, leaving behind a series of illusory scars in the void.

"My sword path needs no 'path'? To kill you is to prove my path!"

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Jun had already disappeared.

Only a pale, thin line could be seen traversing time and space; wherever it passed, all laws retreated and all paths fell silent.

The moment that pale line pierced through the void, Xuanqiong Yuxiao Zhenjun's 'Primordial Formless Sword' also transformed into a long, glazed rainbow. The sword was magnificent, and every ray of light was like a surging galaxy, carrying the will and Dao charm of the sword cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm throughout the ages, and fiercely met the attack!

"Zheng!"

The moment the two swords clashed, the chaotic sea suddenly collapsed, forming a void vortex between the two that devoured everything.

Zheng Jun's pale sword line tore through the glass sword rainbow like tearing silk. The moment the sword rainbow shattered, billions of glass light fragments burst forth like a rain of stars.

However, the torrent of sword intent accumulated over countless ages in the Xuanhuang Realm also rebounded violently, and the vast sword power crashed down like a divine mountain in the heavens!

Xuanqiong Yuxiao Zhenjun's pupils shrank suddenly. He blocked with the Primordial Formless Sword, but a crisp 'clang' was heard, and a crack was cut into the sword!
"boom!"

Zheng Jun's sword bone avatar emitted a clanging sound as it was unable to bear the burden. Cracks instantly spread across its jade-like body, and blinding blood light shot out from each crack!
The golden robe of True Monarch Xuanqiong Yuxiao was completely shattered, and a deep sword wound on his chest revealed the bone. He looked down at the wound and suddenly sighed, "I have not met an opponent for three thousand years. Only today do I realize that my sword heart is not dead..."

After saying that, he suddenly raised his hand, and all 100,000 ancient swords shattered, turning into streams of light that flowed into his body.

The heavens and earth of the Xuanhuang Realm trembled, and countless cultivators were shocked to find that their natal flying swords had uncontrollably broken free of their sheaths. The sword intent, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, surged into the True Monarch's body.

Where is my sword?

"It is the return of the Great Void to One, the return of all swords to their origin!"

"The True Lord is mighty! Let's teach these outsider thieves a lesson!"

"..."

Inside and outside the Taixu Sword Pavilion, thousands of disciples witnessed the torrent of sword intent that swallowed up hundreds of rivers in the chaos of the heavens. Their faces, which had turned pale due to the trembling of the boundary wall, suddenly turned red with excitement.

This is the highest secret technique of the Taixu Sword Pavilion. The last time a True Monarch used this technique was to suppress and kill the greatest demon of all time, the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator of the demonic path, 'Seven Fiends True Monarch of the Styx River', which was more than seven hundred years ago.

Zheng Jun was also taken aback by the sheer scale of the event.

That's a bit scary.

The return of ten thousand swords to their origin—what an imposing sight!

but……

Zheng Jun took a deep breath, the chaotic gale tearing countless rips from his black robe, but the fighting spirit in his eyes burned like a raging fire. Instead of retreating, he roared to the sky: "What a magnificent 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin'! If that's how it is..."

He suddenly spread his arms, and the void behind him collapsed with a roar. Nine illusory images of Dharma forms that reached the heavens and the earth appeared one after another, like nine great suns hanging in the chaos!
The sword, imbued with divine power, manifested first, its skeletal body etched with starlight, exuding a chilling killing intent.

The image of the sovereign of the world wears a crown and holds the imperial seal, with the phantom of mountains and rivers surging beneath his feet.

The cloak of stars and the karmic threads entwined between his five fingers, the thief of heavenly secrets, appears to be stealing the power of the heavenly way.

The dream of wealth and glory transforms into ethereal clouds and mist, within which all beings' joys and sorrows rise and fall.

A wandering monk, his feet treading on duckweed, pours out a pot of turbid wine, his sword energy transforming into a long river.

The Kunlun Soul Dharma Image is as majestic as Mount Buzhou; wherever its fist strikes, the void shatters.

The Candle Dragon Eyes form a dharma image where the left eye represents day and the right eye represents night, with time and space distorting as the gaze opens and closes.

The Taixu Trace Dharma Form resembles a shattered mirror, with each crack reflecting a different Great Dao.

The followers of the Dejiao sect held bamboo slips in their hands and recited sacred words, their teachings transforming into golden chains that bound the heavens.

When the nine laws appeared simultaneously, the chaotic sea boiled!
"Let's fight!"

Zheng Jun's voice shook the world. He raised his hand simultaneously with the Nine Methods, using fists, swords, seals, and incantations. The nine completely different forces of the Great Dao converged into a torrent, colliding violently with the long river of sword intent of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin!

"boom--!"

Chaos exploded, and all realms trembled.

The boundary between the Xuanhuang and Huang realms even trembled and cracked, and the skies of both the Yanfu and Luotian realms simultaneously lit up with blinding aurora light. (End of Chapter)