Simulated immortality allows me to calculate talent stats.

A sound like the melody of a guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument) began, very faint, yet clearly audible to everyone present.

Without a second thought, I instantly understood the meaning of those four words you spoke.

[A celestial being descends from the heavens; the swordplay of the Yongzhou Sword Palace.]

Whether it's Gong Si or Yin Chu, they all stand at the pinnacle of the world, so they are naturally familiar with this.

[Especially the Master of the Dongyi Pavilion, who had discussed and comprehended swordsmanship with the Master of the Yongzhou Sword Palace on numerous occasions.]

[In the world of swordsmanship, the four great holy lands of sword cultivators stand in a tripartite balance.]

He once commented that the sword intent of the Tranquil Sword Sect was the most difficult to defend against, the sword energy of the Azure Wave Sword Sect was the most intense, and the swordsmanship of the Eastern Barbarian Sword Pavilion was the most refined.

The Yongzhou Sword Palace, however, embodies the essence of swordsmanship, its splendor and sublimity reaching the highest levels, its dignity ethereal and unapproachable.

He doesn't care that you possess the sword essence of the Yongzhou Sword Palace; even if the master of the Yongzhou Sword Palace were here, he wouldn't be afraid in the slightest.

What he doesn't understand is where your confidence comes from.

[That ominous aura? A celestial being descending from the heavens? Even if the two amplify each other, how much stronger can you become with your current innate realm?]

Gong Si closed her eyes in despair, her cherry lips slightly pursed.

[Silently, they widened the gap again, choosing the best time and position to escape.]

The swordsman at the summit, his brilliant, blazing sword light flickering open, seemed unable to believe what he had sensed.

That's it?

[How is this any different from a child wielding a celestial being's peerless blade and attempting to slay the celestial being?]

[The expressions on Yin Chu and Jin Rixian's faces shifted unpredictably.]

Recalling my previous thoughts, I suddenly felt incredibly ashamed and embarrassed.

[A dignified Void Breaker was actually shaken by a mere Fourth Realm cultivator.]

They both avoided eye contact, afraid that a meeting of their eyes would make them so embarrassed they'd want to dig a hole and bury themselves.

The person most devastated in the entire event was none other than...

Instead, he appeared petrified, turning into a stiff, black-and-white figure, Xu Kun, frozen in place.

He stared in disbelief at your retreating figure.

[Brother, my dear brother, is this your backup plan?]

Compared to his own turbid sea, his mind was as small as a spring; the ominous aura of the ink sword; and the celestial being descending from the heavens…

With these "backup plans," how dare you pat me on the shoulder and walk out!

[Thinking back to that aloof and arrogant shout just now.]

He truly wanted to dive into the filthy sea; he was too ashamed to face anyone.

You were completely oblivious to the changes in everyone's expressions and inner thoughts.

[It wasn't just a pretense, an attempt to intimidate and buy time.]

If a backup plan is so easily predictable, can it still be considered a backup plan?

[You haven't renamed "A Pure and Untainted Lake" yet, so I've simply put it in quotation marks to distinguish it.]

Stand on the lake of your heart.

[His right hand is loosely gripping an ominous sword.]

[Pointing the sword forward.]

[Wide sleeves fluttering, hemlines billowing, revealing the frail and broken body of an elderly, decaying man.]

Suddenly.

[You flicked your left finger, viciously stabbing towards the sword wound between your eyebrows, your fingertip slicing through the skin and shattering your forehead bone...]

Crimson blood trickled down your nose, staining your porcelain-white skin, eerily beautiful.

[Tick-tock...]

Blood falls into the lake of the heart, making a clear sound, rippling outwards.

【Om! 】

[A sword's cry, invisible and traceless, its origin unknown, impossible to discern or trace, resounded directly through the heart.]

[It lacks sword force, sword energy, sword momentum, sword intent, and sword rhythm...]

Only a pure swordsman's heart remains.

The sword's cry, like the gentle chime of jade, permeated the still, luminous void, cleansing the heart and soul, unstoppable.

Gong Si stopped retreating barefoot, her gaze piercingly fixed on you.

She was all too familiar with the profound mystery of this sword's essence.

My brain has been pulverized countless times by this.

What she found most perplexing was...

[It's not that you possess the swordsmanship of the Tsushin Kensai.]

Rather, the essence of this sword heart is completely identical to that of Pei Qingyu.

It's like...

[You and she have the same disordered force field.]

The brilliance in her eyes gradually faded, and a slight smile curved the corners of Gong Si's lips.

【"interesting."】

The fluctuations in Kenshin's heart simultaneously alerted the four individuals, each with their own agendas, who were preparing to completely surround and kill you.

Yin Chu and Jin Rixian loosened their tightly clasped toes, startled to feel the rippling waves.

"The swordsmanship of Jingxin Kensai?"

Yin Chu gazed at you intently once more.

[Even the Golden Sun Immortal abandoned his contemptuous look down upon ants: "Possessing the sword essence of the Yongzhou Sword Palace, the sword heart of the Tranquil Sword Abode, and an ominous aura, this child..."]

"They must not be allowed to live!"

[The fissure in the sword-wielding figure at the summit widened slightly.]

[It seems they want to truly see your true colors.]

The Eastern Yi Pavilion Master's brow furrowed even deeper.

Suddenly I realize that getting involved in this mess today was a mistake.

[The inner demons were troublesome enough, difficult to deal with, but I never expected there would be a red-haired old monster like you.]

The endless stream of methods they employed made them hesitant, suspicious, and easily alarmed.

I didn't sense any danger, but I felt unusually uncomfortable.

[At this moment, if you unleash the sword spirit of the Tranquil Sword Sect, it will be like a celestial being descending from the heavens.]

[He poses absolutely no threat to him.]

If Pei Qingyu, the current head of the Tranquil Sword Pavilion, were here, he might still be somewhat hesitant.

【You, a mere fourth-level cultivator… huh!?】

The Eastern Barbarian Pavilion Master's thoughts abruptly snapped; his eyelids twitched, and he almost opened his eyes.

[Yin Chu and Jin Rixian's expressions, once filled with murderous intent, changed drastically again, even revealing a hint of fear.]

The sword light of the swordsman wielding the Heavenly Peak froze for a moment, the gap immediately closing, and terrifying sword energy filled the surroundings.

Gong Si's beautiful eyes widened as she stared blankly at the scene before her, then she frowned, tilting her head with a look of utter confusion.

Xu Kun, who had already prepared himself for Xu Hui's physical death and for himself to be resealed, was filled with helplessness and resentment.

The inner demon cannot be killed, but it can be sealed away, yet it remains lonely.

He had only been out and about for a short time, and he truly didn't want to return to solitude.

Suddenly, he looked up in surprise.

Looking ahead at the changes, a glimmer of hope shines through the gloomy and desolate eyes.

[Brother! I knew I hadn't misjudged you! You really did have a backup plan!]

Xu Kun was so excited he could barely contain himself and was about to scream.

The turbid sea churned violently in response to his emotions.

【"Quiet!"】

Your cold voice rang out, its tone deep and resonant.

"Don't bother me."

"Alright!"

Xu Kun immediately calmed the violently turbulent, murky sea and gazed intently at you.

[As the blood from between his brows dripped into the lake of his heart, the sword's essence was released.]

The pure black "Mirror-like Lake of the Heart" is tinged with a deep crimson hue.

Like crimson ink flowing and swirling, it gradually depicts a figure of ethereal beauty and jade-like grace.

Your expression was grave; the intense exertion even made you feel the approach of death.

[A cold, rhythmic tone.]

"A celestial being...flies...from beyond the heavens!"

[Splash!]

[In the clear, unblemished lake of her heart, a figure in a scarlet dress flutters.]

[Suspended in mid-air.]