Supreme Sword Exalt

Wu Xin didn’t quite understand. Yours? Your what?

He was about to ask when an unparalleled, domineering spear intent exploded, shredding him into pieces once again. His head rolled a few times before landing in the distance.

Before he could utter a single word, Yang Yi beckoned, and the spear flew back into his hand. He flashed before Wu Xin. The cold, gleaming spear tip swept across. A trace of Red Dust Intent fell, reducing the little monk’s head into a bloody pulp.

Gu Han froze for a moment. Is he dead?

Instinctively, he felt something was off.

If that was all the demon fetus was capable of, the old monk wouldn’t have been so wary of it. Sensing something, Gu Han abruptly looked up into the sky. An aura full of savagery and malice appeared, nearly reaching the Feather Transformation realm.

Yang Yi raised his head slightly, planting his spear upright on the ground. Wu Xin’s flesh and blood quivered briefly before shooting into the sky, transforming into a ferocious maw over ten zhang across.

Lunging toward Yang Yi, the maw emitted an icy, brutal voice. “Devour the Heavens!”

Right then, Yang Yi moved. The red spear shot upward like a heaven-piercing blade, charging straight at the maw. As the shaft trembled slightly, Yang Yi gripped the tail end of the spear. With a gentle flick, his weapon transformed into a thousand red spear projections, enveloping that massive maw. He then soared to the heavens.

As the spear projections exploded in succession, Wu Xin’s voice grew increasingly frenzied and brutal. Nevertheless, Yang Yi still had him on the defensive. Gu Han had complex emotions. Yang Yi’s level of skill exceeded his imagination. Compared to Yang Ying from before, he was practically the complete opposite.

Right then, the severely injured Luo Wushuang limped toward him. “I never expected... cough, cough, Junior Brother Yang to be this skilled...”

The blood that besmirched his white robe couldn’t mar his elegance in the slightest.

Gu Han was silent for a moment. “He said he’s not Yang Ying.”

Luo Wushuang shook his head. “Is that so? That’s a question even he probably doesn’t have an answer to.”

“You seem to know a lot...”

“Gu Han, have you heard of the innate holy clans?”

“The Divine clan? The Nether clan?”

Luo Wushuang looked a little surprised. “Yes. The innate holy clans existed before heaven and earth. All sorts of bizarre beings can be found among them. The divine clan and nether clan are the strongest among them. Of course, there are those who can match them, for example...”

He paused and looked up at the sky again. “Immortals.”

“Immortals?”

Luo Wushuang thought for a moment, “Strictly speaking, it’s more appropriate to call them the Immortal Spirit Clan. Despite being small in number, their strength far exceeds your imagination. Even their power is beyond comprehension. Of course, even the innate holy clans are not invincible...”

Gu Han didn’t argue as there were living examples before him. Not to mention the skeleton in the Dragon Seal, even the old blind man had personally slain several gods.

Luo Wushuang explained, “So, each clan researched ways to ensure their own eternity. Well, let’s not go into detail here. As for the Immortal Spirit Clan, they rely on their innate affinity with the dao to merge with the Great Dao. As long as the dao exists, they can bask in eternity!”

Gu Han was shocked as he had never heard of such an inconceivable thing. Merge with the dao?

Luo Wushuang’s tone carried a hint of mockery. “Of course, nothing in this world is perfect or eternal. The Great Dao might grant them mysterious and immense power, but in the end, it remained heartless.

“From the moment they choose to merge with the dao’s will, they’re bound by it. Even if they want to attack an ant, they must first deduce the heavenly secrets. Otherwise, they will suffer backlash! Such is the price of eternity. The stronger they are, the greater the constraints.”

Gu Han frowned deeply. “What are you trying to say?”

Luo Wushuang was uncharacteristically talkative, as if he was giving his final words.

At that moment, Yang Yi tore the massive maw to shreds once again. Wu Xin was regenerating slower and slower. Clearly, it wouldn’t be long before Yang Yi would cut it down.

Feeling like time was short, Luo Wushuang picked up his pace. “To make things easier, they cultivated a hidden faction to act on their behalf. Junior Brother Yang should also belong to one of these factions. I just don’t know which one.”

Gu Han had mixed emotions. He felt some surprise, but not much. After all, what Yang Yi said when he appeared already spoke volumes.

He looked at Luo Wushuang. “Who are you really?”

Forget Yan Qianjue and the others, even Qian Ye probably wasn’t as knowledgeable as Luo Wushuang. This man’s background was too mysterious.

Luo Wushuang seemed ready to explain everything. “The strongest among the Immortal Spirit Clan is called the Immortal Emperor, and I am his descendant.”

Even Yang Yi seemed somewhat surprised, slowing down slightly.

However, having little understanding of these matters, Gu Han didn’t find it particularly significant. “So?”

An emperor’s son? So what? Fatty is the Heaven-Conquering Prince of the Great Flame Empire. Isn’t that a more impressive title than this?

Luo Wushuang gazed up at the sky. “One day, my father deduced the heavenly secrets. In the future, a person will appear who will bring catastrophic disaster upon the Immortal Spirit Clan and all the innate holy clans. But the Great Dao is vast, and the heavenly secrets are unpredictable. Even with my father’s strength, he couldn’t deduce the details. He could only obtain a vague piece of information...”

He paused and stared at Gu Han. “That person will appear in this era, on this continent. Now, you should understand why so many opportunities and creations have specifically appeared on this continent, right?”

Gu Han answered without thinking, “Baiting!”

When it came to baiting, he had more experience than anyone.

“Is that person me?”

Luo Wushuang shook his head. “I don’t know, but based on my deductions, it’s most likely you.”

“Most likely?”

“Back then, I had my immortal bone extracted and my immortal soul obliterated. Only a wisp of my real spirit fell here. My purpose was to find that person on my father’s behalf. At first, I did just that. But then one day, I suddenly realized...” He paused as a strange glint flashed in his eyes. “Why should I help him? He can’t give me the freedom, fairness, or the ideals I want!”

His gaze then landed on Gu Han. “Gu Han, the Great Dao operates. The heavenly secrets are vast and hazy. Nothing is set in stone. Anything can happen! Right now, it’s most likely you. But later, who knows? Why can’t it be Junior Brother Yang? Why can’t it be that demon fetus? Why can’t it be me?”

Gu Han didn’t understand. He wanted to compete over this too? Does he really think being targeted by the Great Dao is fun?!

Luo Wushuang looked away. “Of course, before I can achieve that, I have to break free from his control. Originally, it would have been very difficult. But now, it’s actually quite easy to solve.”

Gu Han was somewhat curious. “How so?”

If possible, he wanted to learn too.

Luo Wushuang smiled. “It’s simple. I just have to kill you and take your place.”