Only after becoming emperor did he realize he was in a fantasy world of immortal cultivation.

Lin Ye stared at the menacing sword strikes, gently swung his Qi sword upwards, the sword light shining like the rising sun, and then slowly uttered, "My life is not for you to take."

As soon as the words were spoken, a loud bang resounded between the two.

Gong Wuchen narrowed his eyes as he looked at Lin Ye, who was unharmed. He had witnessed the entire battle between Lin Ye and Ji Lin from beginning to end.

Therefore, Lin Ye was not surprised at all when he used Qi to condense the sword and borrowed the luck of humanity. However, he did not expect that the power could be even stronger.

Lin Ye brought his sword down, then raised his hand slightly. Seeing this, Gong Wuchen calmly said, "No matter how many swords you swing, their power will only be confined within the formation. Why waste your energy?"

But then he realized that the killing intent in Lin Ye's eyes wasn't directed at him...

"You want to break the formation?" Gong Wuchen's tone was unusually surprised.

Although the Ten Directions Trapping Formation isn't a particularly powerful formation, it's still not something just anyone can break.

Lin Ye chuckled upon hearing this: "A mere trapping formation, I can easily break it if I so desire."

After speaking, Lin Ye raised his hand and waved his sword. The sword aura was mixed with the luck of humanity. His sword aura was as if the sovereign of the world was traveling and all things should give way.

And so, Gong Wuchen watched helplessly as Lin Ye broke free of the trapping formation.

Is this... the destiny of humanity?

Gong Wuchen had only heard of him before, but he never expected him to be so accomplished.

But this wasn't something he found hard to accept, so he quickly turned his attention back to Lin Ye, who was walking slowly forward.

The Shenwu Army was almost completely wiped out in the first attack.

Only Zhao Fei and Wu Qing were barely clinging to life.

Upon seeing Lin Ye break through the formation, they were both overjoyed and breathed a sigh of relief.

The two men, covered in wounds, lay on the ground and exchanged a glance, their silent communication conveying the unspoken message, "His Majesty is indeed wise and mighty."

For a moment, the only sound in the Dan Palace was the rustling of robes in the night wind.

The moonlight fell on the two men, both wielding "swords," yet each possessed their own unique charm.

Gong Wuchen seemed to want to merge with the moonlight; for him, the moonlight was mutually beneficial.

But with Lin Ye, they were so out of place that they could only grovel at his feet and helplessly submit.

Just a moment later, a gust of wind arose.

Lin Ye shifted his gaze slightly and saw the wind rising from the tip of Gong Wuchen's sword.

Immediately afterwards, Gong Wuchen raised his sword.

The spring breeze sweeps across the land and reaches the forests and fields.

This move is called "Spring Enters the World".

Lin Ye remained calm upon seeing this, without moving.

Spring arrives, bringing joy to every household.

However, the cold winter must eventually pass.

But Lin Ye is an emperor, and he does not want to step down. Even if spring comes, he can make all people feel that spring is winter.

Next came Lin Ye's sword strike.

Its name is—Commanding the World.

The sword's intent, killing intent, and life force are all determined by the emperor's single thought.

After a short while, Zhao and Fei finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I told you, what sword technique in the world could possibly harm His Majesty?" Wu Qing, covered in blood, leaned against a broken pillar, his expression showing no trace of the fierce determination he had displayed just moments before.

Zhao Fei's gaze remained fixed on the void where Lin Ye's sword aura had dissipated, his chest heaving. His left hand, stained with blood, was pressed tightly against the wound that had reopened when he had struggled to his feet, fresh blood seeping from between his fingers. Upon hearing Wu Qing's words, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

But at that moment, what he saw made his smile freeze completely.

This is--

Zhao Fei watched as Gong Wuchen gently waved his sword-wielding right hand, but saw no sword light at all. The move that killed Ji Lin immediately came to mind, and he was absolutely certain: it was the same move!