Supreme Sword Exalt

Gu Han stared at Yang Yi, somewhat unable to comprehend his actions. “You’re not fighting anymore?”

Yang Yi remained impassive. “You’re too weak. Winning against you by relying on my realm isn’t meaningful.”

Red Dust Intent gathered around him, sealing that Ultimate Saint Law Fragment, transforming it into a ball of light that landed before Gu Han. In an instant, a mysterious and lofty aura fell upon the scene. It felt as if countless profound principles of the Great Dao were there. Naturally, the fragment was far more extraordinary than the one Gu Han had obtained at the sixth pass.

Gu Han trembled. “This... This is...”

Yang Yi said calmly, “Keep it safe. You cultivate the Supreme Stage path, so you’ll find it useful. When your cultivation level is higher, I’ll come and have a satisfying battle with you.”

Gu Han’s emotions grew somewhat complicated. “How did you know which path I walk?”

Yang Yi’s other memories, even those of Yang Lan and their mother, were vague. Yet his memories of Gu Han remained crystal clear.

The moment Gu Han received the fragment, the white small sword resonated with him once again. He fell into thought. This Ultimate Saint Law Fragment was the reward for the final pass. Now that it had fallen into his hands, it meant that the Gold List journey had completely drawn to a close, and the seal dissipated along with it.

“You—”

The red lightning above grew even more violent, as if Yang Yi’s actions had angered some existence. Even though that heavenly might hadn’t descended, it pressed down on Gu Han until his face turned pale, leaving him almost breathless.

He took a deep breath, staring at Yang Yi. “Your mission is to kill those who intrude here. If you don’t kill me... what will be the consequences?”

Yang Yi remained impassive. “None of your concern. It’s just a wisp of a split soul. If it’s gone, it’s gone.”

Gu Han was taken aback. The Yang Yi before me is just a wisp of a split soul?

The endless red lightning above all exploded at once, coalescing into a humanoid figure. It was vast and eternal, indifferent to all living beings, as if embodying the Great Dao’s will. The humanoid figure struggled to take a single step as if constrained. Even so, the heavenly might was far heavier than before.

Before Gu Han could react, Yang Yi shifted slightly to shield him, bearing almost all of the heavenly might.

Gu Han’s eyes instantly turned red. It was as if he were witnessing Yang Ying’s death at the Profound Pill Camp all over again! With a single thought, the small white sword flew out from between his brows. A sword intent that dominated heaven and earth fell upon the scene, blocking the heavenly might. The sword intent was being consumed at an extremely rapid pace.

As he watched Yang Yi’s form quickly dissipate, his heart still ached terribly, even though he knew the other was merely a split soul. “Why?”

Yang Yi remained emotionless. “I told you. You are mine. Before I have a satisfying battle with you, no one can touch you.”

Gu Han fell silent for a moment. “Are you really him?”

Yang Yi said nothing. When Red Dust entered the dreams, he was Yang Ying. The moment the dream ended, he was Yang Yi. It seemed just as Luo Wushuang had said earlier: even Yang Yi himself didn’t know the answer.

By then, Yang Yi had grown so blurred he was nearly invisible. He turned toward that wisp of gray qi left behind by Luo Wushuang before his death. “Use that to deal with him—”

He dissipated before he could finish his words. That humanoid figure seemed even more enraged. With great difficulty, it raised its arm, its form trembling slightly as it pointed at Gu Han.

Under that overbearing force of obliteration, Wu Xin, the mist, the palace—all vanished without a trace. Gu Han’s surroundings had become nothing but void. The sword intent’s consumption rate accelerated by more than tenfold.

***

Within the forbidden zone, the old blind man had decayed to the extreme, with scarcely any life force left. He could pass away at any moment. However, hidden beneath the ruined body was a sword strike of earth-shaking proportions.

In truth, with his remaining life force, he could have lived a few more years. But to him, dying a few years earlier or later made no difference whatsoever, so he simply used this final vitality to nurture his sword.

This single strike had exhausted a thousand years of his time and effort. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it the strongest strike of his life. The day this sword was completed would be the moment he achieved his ultimate sublimation and slew the divine.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, his head lifted slightly upward. “Hm?”

Though separated by the Gold List, he could vaguely perceive that the sword intent he had given Gu Han for protection was being consumed at a terrifying speed. Although he didn’t know exactly what was happening, he understood that Gu Han was encountering a tremendous crisis.

Not to mention this continent, even within the Seven Realm Alliance, it would be difficult to find a single person who could withstand that sword intent. Now that it was being consumed so quickly, the enemy Gu Han was facing had to be unimaginably powerful.

I have to save him!

Without any hesitation, he slowly stood up. He was even slower than those mortals over a hundred years old. Soon, he came to the harsh realization that he couldn’t muster the strength to take even a single step forward.

Softly, he let out a sigh. “Oh, well...”

His form then trembled slightly. A white-robed figure slowly emerged from within him, his sleeves fluttering. Though the form was somewhat hazy, one could still make out his features. Hair drifting like clouds. A pair of eyes bright as the sun and moon. Sword-like brows sweeping toward his temples. He was also strikingly handsome and elegant. His wildness and arrogance were softened by a hint of world-weariness.

Only at this moment did he reveal his true appearance. He was the Profound Heaven Sword Sect’s ninth sword chief, Yun Jiansheng!

Casting a glance at the wooden staff standing not far away, a flicker of reluctance passed through his eyes. Then, that reluctance was replaced by boundless, sky-soaring battle intent. He glanced upward and vanished in an instant.

That aged, decayed body rapidly dissipated with his departure. In just a few breaths, it had turned to a speck of dust. Only the wooden staff stood alone, the Red Dust Sword having been reduced to half its original size.

At the same time, an unparalleled, domineering sword intent appeared between heaven and earth. It soared into the sky, illuminating hundreds of thousands of li. Wherever it passed, everything turned to dust. It was heading toward the Great Dao Gold List!