My little sect, which disappeared a thousand years ago, has become a sacred site!

So lovely.

Wang Yutang thought to herself.

She looks beautiful when she's cultivating, she looks beautiful even with her eyes closed, even the few stray strands of hair that fall loose are beautiful.

I first met him a hundred years ago.

At that time, she went out for training with the sect elders and was ambushed by evil cultivators, and was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

He happened to be passing by, and with one sword he wiped out all the evil cultivators, and with another wisp of sword energy he protected her heart meridian, pulling her back from the brink of death.

She still remembers that scene—his blue robes stained with blood, his sword flashing like a lotus, he stood amidst the corpses, turned to look at her, and asked indifferently:

"Girl, are you alright?"

At that moment, she knew she was finished.

Later she learned that he was the second ancestor of the Celestial Holy Land, possessing the Azure Lotus Ultimate Sword Body and being an unparalleled sword cultivator.

The difference is as vast as the difference between heaven and earth.

But so what?

She can pursue him.

If you can't catch up in one year, it will take ten years; if you can't catch up in ten years, it will take a hundred years.

She has plenty of time and patience.

Over the years, she used various pretexts to visit him—giving him elixirs, sword manuals, and rare treasures she had collected from all over the Central Continent.

Most of the time, he would just nod slightly, say "thank you," and then say nothing more.

But she didn't care.

Because he would see her every time she came.

He would listen every time she spoke.

He would always come to her aid whenever she was in danger.

This is enough.

Looking at the figure bathed in blue light, Wang Yutang's smile almost overflowed from her eyes.

Almost there, just a little longer, after he finishes fusing, she will...

"boom--!!!"

A beam of cyan light suddenly shot into the sky from Lin Jingyu's body!

The beam of light was several meters thick, containing a terrifying sword intent that made one's heart tremble, and it instantly pierced through the cave's dome.

The hard rock was easily torn apart like tofu, with fragments flying everywhere and dust billowing.

The beam of light pierced through the cave, broke through the numerous restrictions above the valley, and soared straight into the sky.

At the same time, centered on Lin Jingyu, one after another blue lotus appeared out of thin air and slowly bloomed as the spiritual energy rippled.

The golden sword intent finally completed its final fusion, transforming into a stream of light that completely entered Lin Jingyu's brow.

The azure light surrounding Lin Jingyu surged several times over in that instant.

In the Valley of Burial Swords.

The beam of blue light that shot into the sky was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up huge waves.

Countless figures rose into the air from every corner of Burial Sword Valley, transforming into streaks of light and rushing toward the beam of light!

Some were excited, some were greedy, and some were eager to try.

The inherited sword intent of an ancient sword master—that is a treasure that can drive any sword cultivator mad.

Soon, the first group of cultivators arrived at the scene.

Then what they saw was—

The once-hidden cave has been completely exposed; a large hole has been blasted open in the dome, allowing sunlight to pour in and illuminate the interior.

A figure in green sat cross-legged in the center, surrounded by green lotuses, at the final moment of merging sword intent.

Before him stood a woman in white, sword in hand, her aura emanating from her without reservation—early stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

The smile on Wang Yutang's face had vanished, replaced by solemnity and vigilance.

Her gaze was sharp as she swept over the figures who were arriving one after another.

After some people saw through her cultivation level, they looked wary and silently took a few steps back, but they were unwilling to leave and watched from a distance.

But many others only saw the golden sword light that had not yet completely faded from the figure in green.

Early stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm? Not enough.

The one we really need to be wary of is that guy who is currently fusing sword intent—a seventh-level Half-Immortal.

Even so, there were still quite a few cultivators at the peak of the Mahayana stage, the early stage of the Tribulation Transcending stage, and even the late stage of the Tribulation Transcending stage slowly approaching.

They stood either atop distant mountain peaks or hidden behind towering ancient trees, their gazes fixed on Lin Jingyu, their eyes gleaming with intense light.

That was coveting an opportunity, and even more so, greed for the ancient sword intent passed down through generations!

The inherited sword intent of an ancient sword master is an unparalleled opportunity.

If one could obtain even a trace of it, it would allow one's swordsmanship to advance by leaps and bounds, even breaking through shackles and bottlenecks.

No one can resist such temptation.

Several impatient cultivators, unable to contain their greed, had already entertained the idea of ​​snatching the item, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Their auras were already stirring restlessly.

"boom!"

Just then, a powerful and majestic aura suddenly descended upon this space.

The aura was so powerful that it caused ripples to spread through the surrounding void. Those cultivators with weaker cultivation levels felt their breath catch in their throats and their faces turned pale instantly.

A semi-immortal at the fourth level.

Following the scent, everyone looked and saw a figure standing proudly on the east side.

Lei Zhentian, the third elder of the Qianyun Sect in the Central Region of the Western Continent.

However, before everyone could recover from the shock of Lei Zhentian's arrival—

"Buzz—"

Another aura descended with a roar.

This time, it was a golden light.

The golden light was bright but not dazzling, gentle and carrying a peaceful aura, spreading down from the western void.

A figure slowly emerged from the light—

He was a monk.

He was wearing a bright red kasaya with a golden monk's robe underneath, and a string of prayer beads the size of a fist hung around his neck.

He was slightly overweight, with a kind face and a gentle smile on his lips. At first glance, he looked like a Buddha enshrined in a temple.

But upon closer inspection, one will find that deep within his half-closed eyes, what occasionally flashes is by no means compassion.

Xizhou Dalunming Temple – Monk Du'e.

Dalunming Temple, one of the sacred Buddhist sites in Xizhou, has a history spanning ten thousand years and its profound cultural heritage is unfathomable.

Monk Du'e walked slowly through the void, and in a few steps he arrived at a position not far from Lei Zhentian.

He clasped his hands together, nodded slightly to Lei Zhentian, and his smile grew even more amiable.

"Amitabha. Benefactor Lei, it's been a long time."

The voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, as if it were truly an old friend reuniting and exchanging pleasantries.

Lei Zhentian glanced at him and let out a barely audible snort.

He knew perfectly well that this bald monk, despite his seemingly compassionate appearance, was actually full of scheming.

That method might work on low-level cultivators, but against me...

"Speak your mind."

Lei Zhentian spoke coldly.

"Don't beat around the bush."

The monk Du'e's smile deepened.

He did not respond immediately, but instead turned his gaze to the figure in blue in the center of the valley.

When his gaze fell on the golden sword intent that had not yet completely subsided, a flash of greed crossed the depths of his eyes.