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

Gong Wuchen's first sword strike failed, but he followed up with several more.

Suddenly, a torrential downpour struck, and Lin Ye immediately raised his sword, preventing the "rain" from falling on him at all.

Seeing the situation, Gong Wuchen's gaze also became more urgent.

He never expected Lin Ye to be so helpless.

Gong Wuchen's eyes turned cold, and he swung his sword again.

The sword techniques were invisible, blending into the torrential rain of sword light, as if a great hermit had hidden himself in the world, requiring no one to look for him.

But Lin Ye had already been secretly on guard against Gong Wuchen's move, making the most of his ability to multitask.

While dealing with Gong Wuchen's sword moves, he did not forget to sense the movement of Qi around him.

Although Gong Wuchen's mixing of the invisible sword techniques with the tangible ones did have a certain disruptive effect, Lin Ye's current human fortune was strengthening, and his perception of Qi was becoming more and more refined.

Everything around him turned into a phantom, and once Gong Wuchen's sword moves passed by, the movement of all things was fully captured by Lin Ye's eyes.

In a short while, Lin Ye used his eyes as a net to pinpoint the location of Gong Wuchen's invisible sword.

He immediately leaped into the air, dodging other sword strikes with a few graceful flips, then focused his gaze on a point in the void and raised his hand to deliver a sword strike.

Gong Wuchen's eyes flickered slightly upon seeing this, and after seeing Lin Ye break through the invisible sword move, his eyes became even more dazzling.

Taking advantage of the moment, Lin Ye moved swiftly, a smile playing on his lips, and arrived in front of Gong Wuchen.

To Gong Wuchen's slightly astonished gaze, he raised his hand and swung his sword.

The sword light was as bright as day, and its aura was terrifying. Even though Gong Wuchen dodged in time, he still could not escape being injured.

Gong Wuchen tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on the glaring blood-red color on his right arm.

"Lin Ye..." Gong Wuchen spoke softly, but his words were filled with murderous intent.

Upon hearing this, Lin Ye seemed to take it as if the other party had called his name, glanced at the person lightly, and then shook his head with regret, saying, "I thought this move could kill the palace cultivator, but it seems it's still a bit lacking."

Gong Wuchen: "You want to kill me? You mere weed, how dare you speak so presumptuously?"

Clearly, Gong Wuchen was furious.

He, the young master of the dignified Gong clan, embarked on the path of immortality at the age of six, and by his early twenties, he had already reached the eighth level of Qi Refining. To this day, every move he makes has been a victory.

Even though he admitted that Lin Ye's actions were somewhat unexpected, upon hearing Lin Ye's words, an unnamed fire in his heart seemed to be being cooked and roasted on the bright red blood in his right arm, the burning sensation making Gong Wuchen want nothing more than to draw his sword and strike.

Immediately afterwards, Gong Wuchen gritted his teeth in secret, and his spiritual power surged outwards like a storm.

He leaped into the air, the tip of his sword pointing straight at the forest.

Lin Ye immediately drew his sword to block the attack.

The two swords clashed, and the sword light relentlessly dispelled most of the darkness.

Spiritual power and human destiny clashed fiercely, with swords as the medium.

Gong Wuchen seemed to realize something during this sword strike, and his brows furrowed deeply.

Humanity's fortune has actually... become stronger.

At that moment, it seemed as if countless voices echoed in Lin Ye's ears.

"The Way of Exorcising Demons".

"Long live Your Majesty!"

All life and livelihood are gathered in the forest and wilderness, and the human spirit and fortune are like all rivers flowing into the sea, as if the forest and wilderness have endless power to command.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Ye flashed forward and slashed down from the air with his sword.

Gong Wuchen watched as Lin Ye unleashed a sword strike in mid-air, followed by what seemed like the shouts of ten thousand people.

This sword intent embodies the will of the people.

Gong Wuchen tried to avoid it, but there was no way to avoid it.

He immediately blocked it with his sword, but...

In a short while, the longsword shattered into pieces.

Gong Wuchen spat out a mouthful of blood. Just as he was about to use his spiritual power again, he discovered that his chest had been pierced by Lin Ye's Qi sword.

He could only look at Lin Ye with resentment before slowly closing his eyes.

Seeing this, Lin Ye drew his Qi sword without much expression.

Then, shifting their gaze to the sky, it was time to leave this illusion.

At that moment, he suddenly felt as if the world was shaking.

What I saw before me had a distorted, dreamlike quality.

Several sounds entered my ears intermittently—

"How come even Gong Wuchen is dead...?"

"Elder, everyone has died at the hands of this weed. What should we do about recruiting disciples this year?"

"Since they are all dead, naturally no one can join the Qingling Sect."

"Strange, these weeds aren't dead yet, so how come this illusion is about to break...?"

"I never expected this grass to be so capable. Oh well, since this grass has become the master of this illusion, let it come out if it wants to."

"Elder, this will not do. If we let this grass grow, there is no guarantee that it won't cause trouble."

"...He won't survive..."

Lin Ye didn't hear the last few sentences clearly, but he heard the phrase "can't survive" very clearly.

Before Lin Ye could react, his body involuntarily floated upwards.

No matter how much he mobilized his internal energy, he could not stop the hidden push of the immortal power.

Lin Ye finally understood what the voice meant by "cannot survive".

This is magic...

In his next life, he will definitely cultivate!

No obstacle can stop us!

As time went by, Lin Ye's five senses gradually became less sensitive...

"Your subject Zhao Fei respectfully sees Your Majesty off!"

"Your subject Wu Qing respectfully sees Your Majesty off!"

"I respectfully send you off to Your Majesty!"

"..."

"Congratulations to Your Majesty!"

This was the last sound Lin Ye heard.