The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

Pei Hanchuan's Dao heart was shaken after Chen Xiang casually pointed out that the first sword strike was "not in harmony with the form and intent".

But he was, after all, the greatest swordsman of his time, and with a resolute will, he suppressed his shock and confusion and drew his sword once more.

The second sword is called "Silent Galaxy".

He drew upon the power of the stars and integrated it with the sword intent of Han Chuan, his sword strikes resembling a reversed Milky Way.

Each ray of starlight contained a terrifying sword intent that could freeze life and return to eternal silence, its power far exceeding that of the first sword, making it the pinnacle of his life's work.

Chen Xiang remained motionless, merely raising his palm to press down on the sweeping "Silent Galaxy".

An invisible vortex seemed to exist in his palm, and the starlight sword intent, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, disintegrated and dissipated on its own, as if it had never existed.

Pei Hanchuan's sword strike backfired, causing him to groan and bleed from the corner of his mouth.

"The second sword."

Chen Xiang withdrew his hand, his comment remaining calm: "The star power is mixed and impure; forcibly fusing it with sword intent only creates a constraint. A swordsman should be pure."

Pei Hanchuan's face turned deathly pale, and the veins on his hand gripping the sword bulged.

With his third sword strike, he held nothing back, burning his essence, blood, and soul to become one with the sword, transforming it into the "Cold River Sword Soul," a pure and ultimate weapon that seemed capable of severing cause and effect and shattering the cycle of reincarnation. He sacrificed himself for this one strike!

That was the ultimate manifestation of his swordsmanship will. Its power was so great that even the Nascent Soul cultivators watching from afar were horrified and retreated in disarray.

Faced with this sword strike that was both devastating and dazzlingly brilliant, Prime Minister Chen finally nodded slightly, seemingly with a hint of approval.

Then, he extended his right hand, joined his index and middle fingers together, and gently slashed at the incoming sword spirit.

The movements were simple, even somewhat casual.

But it was this one stroke—

puff!

A soft sound.

The "Hanchuan Sword Soul," which embodied Pei Hanchuan's lifelong cultivation, will, and even part of his divine soul essence, was split in two by an invisible blade just three feet away from Chen Xiang!

The sword's spirit wailed and instantly dissipated!

Pei Hanchuan's figure fell out of the sword light, his face ashen and his aura extremely weak.

The renowned "Frost Silence" sword in his hand emitted a clear, mournful cry, and a fine crack appeared on its blade!

Three swords!

Just three sword strikes!

Pei Hanchuan, the number one swordsman of the Immortal Sect and a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, was not only completely defeated, but his natal sword was also almost destroyed!

Chen Xiang withdrew his finger, looked at Pei Hanchuan, who was barely breathing and whose Dao heart had clearly developed huge cracks, and said indifferently, "Your sword heart is in disarray, and your sword intent is flawed."

"Go back and go into seclusion. If you can understand this defeat, you may see a new dawn."

Having said that, she stopped looking at him, turned around, and her figure slowly disappeared from the top of Tianmen Mountain.

Pei Hanchuan stood there for a long time, then finally put away his damaged "Hanji" sword without saying a word, transforming into a dim sword light and disappearing into the northern horizon.

From then on, Yuqing Sword Ruins announced that Pei Hanchuan would go into seclusion and never again concern himself with worldly affairs.

The crushing defeat of the Immortal Sect's First Sword also completely shattered the hopes of all forces that still harbored illusions about the "Heavenly Gate Line".

Pei Hanchuan's defeat and retreat into seclusion became the final straw that broke the Immortal Sect's will to resist.

From then on, no immortal cultivator dared to easily approach or provoke the pale golden "Heavenly Gate Line".

Chen Xiang's figure rarely appears in public anymore, as if he has become one with that line, becoming a deterrent symbol.

But his presence here is the greatest guarantee.

Three hundred years have passed since Chen Xiang demarcated the border and guarded the country's gates.

These three hundred years of peaceful development represent an unprecedented golden age for the Tianfeng Dynasty.

The Tianfeng Dynasty worked diligently to expand its territory, establish academies for cultivation, encourage diverse schools of thought, and develop science and technology for the benefit of the people.

Its national strength, its vast territory, and its brilliant cultivation civilization far surpass the ordinary meaning of a "dynasty," and it is revered by the world as the "Heavenly Wind Immortal Dynasty"!

The capital of the Immortal Dynasty, "Tianfeng City," has been expanded several times and now stretches for thousands of miles, with palaces reaching into the clouds and a magnificent sight.

The city was filled with a dense spiritual energy, and its streets were wide enough for ten dragon carriages to travel side by side. Cultivators, merchants, and envoys from all over the world flocked to the city, making it a place of unprecedented prosperity and grandeur.

In the very center of this magnificent capital, on the “Holy Teacher Square” in front of the palace, stands a colossal statue, ninety-nine feet tall, its entire body formed from millennia-old warm jade and golden light of merit.

The statue has a handsome face and calm eyes. It is dressed in a blue robe, standing with its hands behind its back, looking slightly up into the distance. It is the image of the Holy Master Chen Xiang.

This is the "Golden Body of the Holy Master's Merits," personally supervised by Empress Wu Minghuang, and forged by gathering some of the merits and fortune accumulated by the Immortal Dynasty over three hundred years and the gratitude of all people.

It is not only a symbol, but also a powerful instrument for communicating with destiny and suppressing the fate of the nation!

The Empress issued a decree to the world:

"All who enter the territory of my Heavenly Wind, regardless of whether they are immortals or mortals, noble or lowly, must first go to the Holy Master Square and pay homage to the Holy Master's golden statue upon entering Heavenly Wind City!"

"All citizens of my Immortal Dynasty shall forever remember the Holy Teacher's benevolent protection and honor him as the teacher for all ages!"

In the 701st year of the Sword Dao Era, the Heavenly Wind Immortal Dynasty held the "Ten Thousand Sects Pay Homage" ceremony, which not only demonstrated its national strength but also formally established the Immortal Dynasty's leading position in the cultivation world.

On that day, outside Tianfeng City, auspicious clouds filled the sky, and celestial music floated in the air.

Representatives from thousands of sects, families, and forces across the land gathered outside Tianfeng City, some piloting flying boats and magical artifacts, others riding spirit beasts, and still others flying directly through the air, like rivers flowing into the sea.

Among these representatives were top immortal sect elders who once called for war against the Tianfeng Dynasty and held a high position, ancient family heads who once regarded mortals as ants, and unruly rogue cultivators.

But at this moment, whatever they may be thinking, they must wear a smile on their face, whether sincere, forced, or respectful.

Because the one leading this era is the Heavenly Wind Immortal Dynasty, and the Empress Wu Minghuang, who has reached the pinnacle of her divine transformation and combines ruthlessness with compassion.

Furthermore, it is because of the Holy Master Chen Xiang, who defeated the Immortal Sect's First Sword with only three swords, established three hundred years of peace with a single stroke, and still sits like a pillar of stability at the "Heavenly Gate Line".

Before entering the majestic city gates of Tianfeng City, all the teams landed in perfect unison outside the "Holy Master Square".

Above the plaza, the Holy Master's golden statue stood majestically, radiating a warm and sacred glow under the sunlight. A faint aura of authority and a vast aura of merit permeated the air, causing all who approached to unconsciously feel a sense of solemnity.

"The envoy from the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect, leading his disciples, pays homage to the Holy Master!"

The once arrogant elders of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect led their disciples in a deep bow to the golden statue.

"The messenger of the Heavenly Palace of Myriad Laws pays respects to the Holy Master!"

The Heavenly Palace cultivators, who once clamored to erase Tianfeng, now adopted a respectful posture.

"The Five Elements Sect..."

"Taiyi Xuanmen..."

"The Sacred Land of Yaochi..."

The representatives of those once colossal figures whom the Heavenly Wind Dynasty looked up to are now paying their respects before the golden statue of the Holy Master, all according to the etiquette of the Immortal Dynasty.

Even those forces that were on good terms with the Celestial Dynasty or were already close to it all bowed respectfully.

In the square, thousands of people bowed in unison, their voices like a surging tide.

"Greetings, Holy Master!"

The sound converged into a torrent, soaring into the sky and echoing throughout the entire Tianfeng City.

This is not merely a worship of a statue, but also an acknowledgment and submission to that mysterious and powerful being, to the "thread" that has protected the human world for three hundred years, and to the current supreme status of the Heavenly Wind Immortal Dynasty.

On the highest point of the palace, the "Guan Tian Pavilion," Empress Wu Minghuang, dressed in a black and gold imperial robe and wearing a phoenix crown, stood in front of the railing, overlooking the grand scene of tens of thousands of people worshipping the golden statue of the Holy Master in the square below.

Her beautiful face was calm and serene, her phoenix eyes deep and unfathomable, and no one could fathom what she was thinking at that moment.

Is it relief? Is it pride? Is it emotion?

Or perhaps it's that unspeakable longing and complex emotions for that figure in green robes who always remained hidden atop the mountain, calmly watching the clouds drift by.

After a long while, she slowly turned around, facing north, towards Tianmen Mountain, and whispered to herself, her voice so low that only she could hear it:

"Holy Master, did you see that?"

"The line you casually drew back then protected the prosperous era that followed..."

"Your disciple has not failed you."

The wind rose, fluttering the hem of her imperial robes, as if carrying this whispered message to the distant mountains.

At this moment, atop Tianmen Mountain, beneath a peach tree.

Chen Xiang was carrying a green gourd and watering a newly transplanted orchid that was drooping a bit.

He seemed to sense something, his watering motion paused slightly, and he looked up at the southern horizon, where fortune was like a dragon, merit was accumulating, and the faint sound of people worshipping could be heard across time and space.

He glanced at it, his face expressionless, and simply shook his head slightly, muttering to himself:

"Making such a big fuss..."

Then, he continued to focus intently on watering the orchid, as if the life or death of that orchid was far more important than the prosperous era of the celestial dynasty thousands of miles away and the worship of countless cultivators.