Starting as the heir of a marquis's mansion, I gained access to a summoning system.

Dongfang Wei did not respond.

He switched the bamboo staff to his left hand, and held the dark gold longsword horizontally in front of him in his right hand. The tenth pattern on the sword began to emit a unique light—not dark gold, but a light that was close to white gold and almost transparent.

The trace of divine and demonic bone powder in the Lin family's Bone-Guarding Incense was activated by this light.

It's like a key, trying to open a door that it doesn't yet fully understand.

Just then, a clear sword cry rang out from inside the south gate of Iron Feather City.

It wasn't the sound of the sword being drawn, but rather the sound of the sword vibrating within its sheath.

The sound wasn't loud, but its penetrating power was astonishing. It passed through the city gate, through the oppressive aura of the Bone Demon phantom and the Bone-Eating Beast, and through the layers of encirclement of more than sixty rogue cultivators, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

Everyone's movements—including the hundred-foot-tall bone demon phantom and the bone-devouring beast—paused for a moment upon hearing the sword's cry.

It wasn't that they were intimidated, but rather that they were overwhelmed by the sheer presence of the sword intent itself.

It's like someone suddenly walking into a crowded room. He doesn't say anything, but everyone instinctively makes way for him.

Yan Fei stepped out.

His blue cloth robe was washed until it was white, his old sword sheath was badly worn, and his face was as handsome as a young man of twenty-five or twenty-six.

He walked slowly past the south gate of Ironfeather City, each step making a soft rustling sound on the ancient cobblestones. But with each step, his aura shifted—

The first step was to let the sword intent emanate from within his body, like mercury spilling onto the ground, silently permeating every inch of air within a radius of a hundred feet.

The second step was that the sword intent began to solidify, and the air within a hundred feet became viscous. All cultivators within this range felt that their breathing became difficult, not suffocating.

Instead, the air itself was replaced by sword intent; what they inhaled into their lungs was sword intent chopped into pieces; the third step was the expansion of the sword domain.

The sword domain that unites the three elements.

In the desolate border town, when Yan Fei's sword domain unfolded, all things fell silent.

The laws of Tianwu Continent are denser than those of the Borderlands, but at this moment, within the range of Yan Fei's sword domain, the laws of Tianwu Continent are temporarily "replaced".

It wasn't destroyed, nor broken, but covered by the laws of swordsmanship—like laying a thin layer of silk on an iron plate. The iron plate is still there, but the feel has been completely replaced by the silk.

The suppression and restriction of Iron Feather City vibrated violently within this sword domain.

The restrictive runes on the city wall lit up one after another, and then went out one after another—not because they were destroyed, but because the suppressive restrictions could no longer find an object to suppress.

The suppression restriction was designed to suppress the flow of vital energy among cultivators on the Tianwu Continent. However, after Yan Fei's sword domain expanded, the laws within it were no longer those of the Tianwu Continent, but rather the laws of his sword path. With the foundation of suppression removed, the restriction naturally became ineffective.

The sword domain covered a hundred feet, completely encompassing the area where Dongfang Weiwo and Lin Xiaoman were located, while also pushing the Blood Infant Granny's bone demon phantom and Wanqi Peak's bone-devouring beast to the edge of the sword domain.

Within the Sword Domain, the suppression restrictions of Iron Feather City temporarily failed—not because the restrictions themselves were broken, but because the laws of the sword path covered the laws of the city.

This is the "gap" that Yanfei found during the three-day adaptation period.

He did not break the laws of Heavenly Martial Arts, but instead created a space for his own swordsmanship within the gaps in the laws.

"Young Master," Yan Fei spoke, his voice as calm as if he were chatting in a small tavern in the desolate border region, "Leave Granny Blood Infant to me. As for that Bone-Eating Beast, you can handle it."

He placed his hand on the hilt of the old sword, drawing it with extreme slowness.

The sword slid out of its worn scabbard inch by inch, and with each inch it slid out, the pressure of the sword domain increased.

When the old sword was fully drawn, the concentration of sword intent within the sword domain was so dense that it could almost be seen with the naked eye—extremely fine white lines appeared in the air within a radius of a hundred feet. These were the traces drawn by the sword energy in the void, and countless fine lines intertwined to form an impenetrable sword net.

Before this sword net, the hundred-foot-tall bone demon phantom of Blood Infant Granny was like being sent into a cage made of sharp blades.

Fine cuts began to appear on the surface of the phantom's bone armor, each cut precisely landing at the weakest joint connection of the bone armor.

The bone demon phantom roared and swung its fist at Yan Fei. The huge bone fist crashed into the sword domain as if it had crashed into an invisible meat grinder. The bone armor on the fist was cut by countless fine lines of sword intent at the same time, and bone fragments flew like rain. Each piece of bone that was cut off was then cut into powder by even finer sword intent in mid-air.

Yan Fei raised his old sword, the tip pointing at the waist of the hundred-foot-tall bone demon phantom.

His posture was casual, as if he were pointing a sword at a painting hanging on the wall, pointing out a flaw in the painting.

Then he unleashed his first sword strike.

This sword strike has no name.

Yan Fei's sword never had a name—in the desolate border town, people called his sword "Desolate Sword," not because he named it, but because wherever his sword intent passed, everything became desolate.

The sword light flew from his old sword, silently, without even a sharp whistling sound as it tore through the air.

The sword light was only a thin line thick, and it was pale blue, like the blue of the sky after a rain.

The sword light pierced the waist of the hundred-foot-tall bone demon phantom. The speed of the cut was not fast, it could even be described as slow—slow enough that everyone present could clearly see how the pale blue line cut through the bone armor, the death aura, and the ancient beast skeleton that Blood Infant Granny had spent three hundred years refining.

There was no explosion, no roar, no earth-shattering energy collision.

The bone demon phantom began to separate from the waist, its upper body slowly tilting before crashing down.

Before its falling upper body even touched the ground, it was shattered into countless bone dust particles by the sword domain, which were scattered into a sky full of bloody dust by the night wind. With one sword strike, the hundred-foot-tall bone demon phantom was cut in half at the waist.

The audience was silent.

The Blood Infant Granny spat out a mouthful of dark red blood.

That wasn't real blood, but the essence of death energy within her body—the illusory Bone Demon was severed, which meant that the foundation of her three-hundred-year-old Bone Transformation Technique was reduced by 30%.

She retreated a hundred feet in a flash, the hem of her bone robe swept by the sword intent, and fragments of bone fell to the ground.

For the first time, genuine fear appeared in those milky-white, bone-like eyes. She stared at the old sword in Yan Fei's hand, her voice trembling and hoarse:

"Who are you? There is no sword cultivator like this on the Tianwu Continent—a mere early-stage Reincarnation Realm cultivator whose sword domain can cover a city's restrictions? You are not using the laws of Tianwu!"

Yan Fei did not answer.

After his old sword made its first strike, the pale blue sword light on the blade did not dissipate.

Instead, it reformed at the tip of the sword, becoming even brighter than before. The second sword strike had already locked onto the Bone-Eating Beast.

Wan Qifeng panicked the moment he saw the Bone Demon phantom be severed.

His hand holding the Beast Taming Whip was trembling, but before he could swing it again, Yan Fei's second sword light slashed down from the side.

The Bone-Eating Beast opened its massive jaws, attempting to shatter the sword light. Its enormous mouth, covered with a dozen or so rings of sharp teeth, collided head-on with the pale blue sword light in mid-air.

Without a doubt—the Bone-Eating Beast's single horn was severed cleanly at the root, the cut as smooth as a mirror, and dark purple blood gushed out from the cut, splattering onto the ancient road outside the South Gate, corroding the rubble and creating a hissing white smoke.

The Bone-Eating Beast let out a mournful howl, its massive body writhing wildly in agony, its hundreds of tentacles standing on end.

"My Bone-Eating Beast!"

Wanqifeng's screams were even more piercing than the howls of the Bone-Eating Beast.

"Its horn—you dared to cut it off! That was the treasure of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain; do you know it takes hundreds of years for it to grow back?"

Yan Fei turned and glanced at him. In just one glance, Wan Qifeng's scream caught in his throat, as if someone had grabbed his neck.

From the moment Yan Fei drew his sword to severing the Bone Demon's phantom and the Bone-Eating Beast's horn, only five breaths had passed.

On the sixth breath, Dongfang Weiwo moved.

Under Yan Fei's sword domain, his movements were unrestricted—the sword domain was "open" to both him and Lin Xiaoman.

He took a step forward, leaning on his bamboo cane. With the support of the complete divine and demonic skeleton, the Heavenly Martial Qi within his body circulated at an unprecedented speed, and the dark gold longsword re-condensed in his right hand.

The platinum-white light of the tenth pattern resonated strangely with the pale blue sword intent within the sword domain.

It's not fusion, but resonance—like two forces of the same origin but different forms nodding to each other.

The extraterrestrial laws of the Divine Demon Skeleton and the sword dao laws of Yan Fei's Three Elements Unity both possess the attribute of "transcending world boundaries".

One is the remains of gods and demons from the Tianxuan Continent, and the other is the sword path created by the number one expert in the Borderlands. The two met in the foreign land of the Tianwu Continent and developed a natural tacit understanding without any need for adjustment.

Yan Fei could shield Dongfang Weiwo from the first wave of attacks by Blood Infant Granny and Bone-Eating Beast, but he couldn't eliminate all the enemies for him—more than sixty rogue cultivators had begun to regroup after a brief moment of shock.

The Blood-Dried Elder directed twelve Blood Bone Sect disciples to rearrange the bone formation. Although Wan Qifeng panicked, he did not retreat.

He still held the Beast-Taming Whip in his hand; although the Bone-Eating Beast had lost its horn, its combat power remained. Meanwhile, Yan Fei's sword domain was beginning to show signs of instability.

The sword domain, formed by the unification of the three elements, covers the laws of the Tianwu Continent, which, in the final analysis, is going against the will of Heaven.

The laws of the Tianwu Continent are too dense and too solid. For every breath that the Sword Domain maintains, Yan Fei's sword energy will be consumed by one-tenth.

Seven breaths after drawing his sword, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. It wasn't from an enemy's injury, but rather from the backlash of the Heavenly Martial Law.

The pale blue lines at the edge of the sword domain flickered erratically, and the coverage area slowly contracted from a hundred feet.

"Young master."

Yan Fei's voice remained calm, but there was a barely perceptible urgency hidden beneath the calm.

"There are four breaths left in the Sword Domain. After four breaths, I must withdraw the Sword Domain, otherwise the backlash from the Heavenly Martial Law will directly shatter my inner core."

"You must break through the south gate within four breaths and head towards the Blackwater Swamp—I sensed an aura from that direction, the same as your skeleton, when the sword domain was deployed just now. Perhaps it was something left behind by the Demon God Lü thirty years ago."

He paused, then held the old sword horizontally in front of him. The pale blue sword light on the blade no longer concealed itself, but was fully released, condensing into a semi-transparent sword intent shield in front of the three of them.

There's another piece of news I must tell you—the moment the sword domain unfolded, I sensed at least three Supreme Realm divine senses sweeping over from a great distance, heading due north, northwest, and due west respectively.

I briefly broke the restrictions on Iron Feather City, and the news that the Reincarnation Realm sword cultivator was unleashing his full power under the restrictions has already spread within the Supreme Realm circle.

They won't act immediately, but their eyes are already on the scene.