Legend of Swordsman

And, from beneath the road of Immortal bones, a dense surge of Yan power gushed forth to the extreme, almost solidifying, which left Jian Wushuang greatly astonished.

This road had originally been forged from the skeletal remains of long-deceased Yan Immortals, who had perished countless ages ago, their Immortal Source returning to the universe, with no possibility of revival.

Yet, at this moment, such a powerful and concentrated Yan power could not possibly be released by a Yan Immortal.

As Jian Wushuang gazed at the Yan power that nearly obliterated the void, he suddenly realized that something beneath the road of Immortal bones had awakened!

Boom!!!

The road of Immortal bones collapsed, and countless dry bones turned into powder and dissipated.

In the place where the armored figure had originally perished, a withered skeletal hand emerged from the abyssal pit.

Then, a figure with tattered clothes, a radiant skeleton devoid of flesh, stepped out.

Within the chest cavity of that skeleton, a gray substance pulsated.

With the appearance of this skeletal figure, more and more skeletons began to emerge from the abyssal pit.

Five of them…

Ten of them…

Twenty of them…

Increasingly more Yan skeletal figures revived and stepped out.

The solidifying Yan power was released by them.

Jian Wushuang slowly retreated, his eyes filled with unbearable shock.

He had encountered a skeletal army once before beneath the Endless Sea, beneath that Myriad Immortal Blood and Bones River.

However, the two could not even be compared.

Beneath the Myriad Immortal Blood and Bones River, the vast majority were Yan Immortals, with only a few being Grand Yan Immortals.

But now, within the Great Desolate Wilderness, each revived Yan skeletal figure possessed a tremendous momentum!

This kind of momentum was something a Yan Immortal could never possess; only a Grand Yan Immortal could control it!

In other words, at this moment, every resurrected Yan skeletal figure was a

Greater Yan Immortal.

Jian Wushuang continued to retreat, a great sense of crisis flashing through his heart.

Beneath the road of Immortal bones, it seemed as though all the Yan Immortals were resurrecting and continually emerging.

Each Immortal skeleton maintained the battle posture from the eve of their demise.

They held either longswords or various colored treasures, their surging Yan power reaching its peak.

“Time to go!”

That was Jian Wushuang’s only thought. He couldn’t possibly contend with so many Immortal skeletons and could only escape as quickly as possible.

However, the scene that unfolded next made his expression even more grim. He saw that in front of the Immortal skeletons, countless gray threads quietly converged into a figure.

That figure was robust to the extreme, its withered silver armor still reflecting a mottled cold radiance.

Although the figure had shrunk, Jian Wushuang could still tell at a glance that it was the same colossal figure from earlier, which had been tens of millions of feet tall.

At this moment, instead of perishing, he had transformed into a normal-sized form, seemingly having completely recovered from his severe injuries.

All the Immortal skeletons stood behind him, as if they were waiting for a command.

The figure in the armor looked at Jian Wushuang, and a bloodthirsty aura filled his eyes. He held a longsword of unknown material pointed directly ahead.

“The dog of Zhen Wuyang, today, you will surely turn into bones and will not escape!”

Jian Wushuang felt a sense of impending danger and turned around to flee.

The figure in the armor pointed his sword into the air, and the sound almost shook the void.

“Former subordinates, march to Zhen Wuyang’s palace together!”

All the Immortal skeletons responded, then moved towards the Great Si Region and the departing Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang felt an overwhelming force erupting behind him and had no idea how to resist. So, he fled with all his might.

But before he could escape the boundary, a group of figures approached him from the front.

“You, why are you guys coming back?!”

The ones who had returned were the group of Monks who had entered the Great Si Region earlier, and now, astonishingly, every single one of them had come back.

They, with equally anxious expressions, as if they had just gone through a fierce battle, felt their Yan power fluctuating intensely.

The leading Monk had an extremely grim expression, seeming to be seriously injured. He said, “In front of us, an endless number of skeletons suddenly appeared, and they are incredibly powerful. We can’t break through, so we have to retreat and come up with another plan.”

Hearing his words, Jian Wushuang forced a bitter smile and replied, “I, too, have been chased by that army of skeletons.”

“What?!’”‘ exclaimed the other Monks in shock, and then they saw countless Immortal skeletons breaking through the void and chasing after them!

“How is this possible? Are we destined to be unable to enter the Great Si Region?” said a Monk with three lotus marks on his forehead, his expression filled with despair.

“There will surely be a way. These skeletons are not to be feared!” declared a rugged-looking Monk with determination.

A lean and clean-shaven Monk furrowed his brow and said, “But their numbers are overwhelming, and I can sense that their strength is formidable.”

The rugged Monk with thick eyebrows and a strong build didn’t hesitate.

“Second Brother, you take Hu Qing and leave. We’ll clear the way for you.” The other Monks nodded without hesitation.

However, this decision was immediately vetoed by the clean-shaven Monk. “If anyone is to clear the way, it should be me. You all should take Hu Qing with you.”

“There are just too many skeletons. Second Brother alone can’t stop them. I’ll stay too,” said a resolute-looking, muscular Monk.

The Monk with three lotus marks on his forehead calmly added, “I’ll stay as well. ”

The rugged-looking Monk tightened his grip on Hu Qing in his arms and urgently said, “If all of you stay, who will see off Hu Qing?”

“Hu Qing, who will him her off?”

For some reason, at that moment, all the Monks turned their gaze toward Jian Wushuang.

Then, the lean and clean-shaven Monk clasped his hands together and said,

“Kind Sir, could you please ensure Hu Qing’s safe passage into the Great Si Region? We are all willing to clear the way for you.”

Jian Wushuang furrowed his brows slightly. He had already seen that they were surrounded by an uncountable number of Immortal skeletons.

“If we keep discussing, we won’t be able to leave. Let’s go together. I can take him with me,” Jian Wushuang said urgently.

“Good.” The five Monks simultaneously clasped their hands together in agreement.

Following that, the rugged-looking Monk with thick eyebrows swiftly approached Jian Wushuang and placed the still unconscious young samanera, Hu Qing, in his arms.

After completing these actions, all five Monks simultaneously unleashed their spiritual energy.

Five Grand Yan Immortals, all at the Three Revolutions level.

Facing what seemed like an endless army of Immortal skeletons, they calmly took action.

Milk-white Buddhist light, like a colossal sun, suddenly appeared in the void, and their overwhelming Yan power was fully revealed at that moment..