Legend of Swordsman

Unfortunately, he had abandoned the Devouring Dao and switched to the Great Desolate Dao.

Moreover, he controlled the Great Desolate Wilderness’s Heavenly Dao. Now, he could not convert the origin source at all. He could only walk down the path to the end. However, he believed that since there was a holy land in the Qishen Temple that was suitable for cultivating the Devouring Dao, there must be a holy land that cultivated the Desolate Dao.

If his thoughts were known to True Spirit, he would probably be left speechless.

The Demon Mountain stood tall, its height reaching billions of feet, yet the road leading up was visible in a single glance, spanning a mere 10,000 feet in length.

The ability to shrink space to inches was common within the Qishen Temple, but to outsiders, it was a powerful technique, The distance from the foot of the mountain to the summit was 10,000 feet, and halfway up, it was 5,000 feet.

However, now, over 1,000 tier 1 emperors had come to a halt. They could only walk about a hundred feet before they could go no further, forcing them to sit cross-legged in the distance for cultivation.

Although it was only 100 feet away, cultivating here was much stronger than outside, and there was also the origin source at the mountain’s peak for them to comprehend. Such a sanctuary didn’t exist in the Original Universe. Even if there were places like this in the River of Time and Space, tier 1 Emperors like them would never have the chance to cultivate here.

Although their paths had reached an end, with the blessings of this place, breaking through and reaching new heights was not impossible.

Taking another step on the existing path meant entering a new realm, upgrading a fifth-grade Dao to a fourth-grade level. Though the process was as arduous as merging Daos, no one in the outer realms had ever achieved this. Yet here, it was possible.

Although the tier 2 Emperors had traveled farther than them, the difficulties they faced in advancement remained significant.

The first 500 feet already proved difficult for thousands of Emperors. In the Original Universe, the powerful Emperors were mostly tier 1 and 2, with the remaining half being tier 3 and 4.

As for tier 5 emperors, there were over 100 of them accumulated from ancient times till now.

Most of them had ventured into the external timelines of the River of Time and Space. Many tier 5 Emperors had only been tier 4 when they left; they had broken through to become tier 5 Emperors and never returned.

Within the Original Universe, only ten tier 5 Emperors remained, some having established their own forces, while others left behind legacies.

They would return from time to time, but the other Tier 5 Imperial Emperors never returned.

In this outing of the Qishen Temple, they feared that they would all return. The Emperors, powerful beings, could observe their homeworlds through the origin source.

Every powerful Emperor in the Original Universe had a profound connection with the primordial origin source. They could keenly sense the significant events transpiring within the Original Universe.

With the emergence of the Qishen Temple this time, even if nobody informed them, they could feel that there was a great opportunity in the Original Universe.

However, returning would likely take hundreds of thousands or even millions of years. By then, even the wildflowers would have withered.

The Emperors who had entered the Demon Sound Mountain were desperately enhancing their own strength. They had no time to concern themselves with those tier 5 Emperors.

Smack!

Wuliang Buddha took a step, pausing for a long moment, carefully pondering. Every step led to a steady increase in his power.

Although each step clarified his understanding, with every increment in his own strength, the difficulty of further advancement also grew.

“I’ve reached 1,000 feet!” Wuliang Buddha looked ahead. Those faster than him were tier 4 Emperors. Among the tier 3 Emperors, he was the fastest moving.

At this point, all tier 3 Emperors had crossed 500 feet. He was the first among tier 3 Emperors to reach 1,000 feet. Several hundred experts in front of him were all tier 4 Emperors.

On this road, the fastest among the tier 4 Emperors were the few peak-level tier 4 Emperors like Fengyu. They had walked 3,000 feet. Those behind them, with each step, moved incredibly slowly.

Beyond 2,000 feet were Zhen Wuyang, Tongtian Buddha, God-Emperor Nio Lings father, and the Dao Ancestor of the Great Dream Realm. Their speeds were similar, all having reached a distance of 2,500 feet.

Interestingly, Chishui, as a Special Life Form and the beloved of the universe’s origin source, was moving remarkably slowly. He had just reached the distance of 2,000 feet, on par with most top tier 4 Emperors.

Wuliang Buddha narrowed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. He looked back at the mountain below and directly turned around, sitting down cross-legged to begin his cultivation.

This scene stunned the other tier 3 Emperors. They were initially surprised by Wuliang Buddha’s strength, allowing him to keep up with tier 4 Emperors. But now, seeing him stop, it seemed he had reached his limit.

They were unaware that Wuliang Buddha had reached his limit intentionally, not to continue his cultivation but to observe the people below and stabilize his own state of mind.

Wuliang Buddha had already discerned the wonders of the Demon Sound

Mountain. The greatest benefit here was not just the opportunity for cultivation; it was about stabilizing one’s state of mind and honing one’s

willpower.

Their greatest opportunity lay in experiencing this demonic mountain firsthand. With every step they took, they felt an immense pressure, a pressure emanating naturally from the mountain.

The mountain imposed pressure on them not to hinder their progress but to penetrate their very essence.

He had a premonition: stepping onto the mountaintop meant carrying the entire demonic mountain on one’s back.

This was true freedom, true opportunity.

Carrying a mountain was incomparably more challenging than climbing over one.

After grasping this insight, Wuliang Buddha became patient. According to his calculations, a tier 3 Emperor would be able to step out a distance of 3,000 feet at most. But now, considering his state of mind and origin source, that was not nearly enough for him. He aimed to carry the entire Demon Sound

Mountain.

If True Spirit were aware of this idea, he might consider opening a back door and recruiting this talent into the Qishen Temple prematurely.

“Hu!rr

“Old Baldy, why have you been following me!” Zhen Wuyang exhaled deeply, glaring back at Tongtian Buddha, his irritation evident.

This guy had been tailing him ever since they ascended the Demon Sound Mountain. He stayed exactly one battle away from him, neither falling behind nor overtaking.

“Kind Sir Zhen Wuyang, we were once neighbors; it’s only natural that we should stick close!” Tongtian Buddha squinted his eyes, his smile sly and smooth, an expression that could easily repulse others.

But Zhen Wuyang had seen his methods; he was clearly not buying it. This old baldy was the sort who would eat people and not leave a single bone. If Zhen Wuyang believed him, he might end up dead without even knowing how it happened.

Looking back at Liu Yan, this was the fate of those who collaborated with

Tongtian Buddha. If it weren’t for a few good words he spoke for her with Demon Lord Fengyu, she would still be suppressed under the Eternal Tower!

The once dominant Liu Ya and Daogong, now only Liu Yan survived.

“Don’t forget, you and 1 belong to different factions. Aren’t you afraid Chishui will come after you?” Zhen Wuyang sneered.

But Tongtian Buddha remained unfazed. He followed in Zhen Wuyangs footsteps and calmly said, ‘Chishui and I aren’t that close.. We’ve been neighbors for billions of years, after all!”