Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 5235 - 5235: Qjuhuang City

Overshadowed!

Jian Wushuangs heart bled.

In the Qishen Temple, the tenth year of the Grand Yan Immortal’s most rigorous trial coincided with the tenth year of the arrival of the new era.

The second phase of the trial in the Original Planet had begun.

The call from the depths of fate left them with no choice but to gather where it guided.

Jian Wushuang put away his token, his expression grave, and looked towards the center of the Feather Continent. “Did you all sense it too?” Hu Qing and Ji Chaoyang nodded simultaneously.

“Let’s go and see what tricks the Qishen Temple is playing again.”

Boom!

The three of them erupted in speed, quickly heading towards the indicated location.

On the way, peak-level Grand Yan Immortals and extreme-level Grand Yan Immortals, one after another, unconsciously moved towards the same position.

Jian Wushuang and the others were very close to that position, just an hour’s journey away, and they saw the magnificent city that had appeared out of thin air.

At this point, many strong individuals had already gathered here.

Their arrival immediately caught everyone’s attention. After all, Hu Qing was now one of the strongest beings on this Original Planet, having defeated PO Jun, who was ranked second, and holding the top record. He was already secretly referred to as a half-step Emperor.

Wan Xing was the same; formerly ‘Dao Lord Wan Xing, he was now ‘Heavely Emperor Wan Xing.

These two powerhouses were unparalleled existences on this Original Planet.

Then there were Jian Wushuang and Xue Yue, strong individuals at the Dao Lord level. However, seeing Ji Chaoyang now following Jian Wushuang and Hu Qing, they also classified Ji Chaoyang as a Dao Lord-level expert.

“This aura?” Jian Wushuang looked at the city with the heavy atmosphere.

It was a profound sense of deathly stillness from ancient times, something he was intimately familiar with.

The three of them stood beneath the gates of the enormous city, gazing at the mist-shrouded walls.

‘Qiuhuang City!’

Jian Wushuang fixed his eyes on the plaque above the city gate, murmuring softly.

The characters were undoubtedly ancient, but the original cosmic universe had documented such scripts. As a Grand Yan Immortal, Jian Wushuang could deduce and comprehend ancient languages with just a glance.

Yet, these three words felt incredibly ancient to him, evoking a sense of traversing through time and space.

The aura emitted by these mere three words caused palpitations in his heart.

Even an Emperor’s personal presence couldn’t match this majestic momentum!

“Wushuang, don’t look too much. The power contained within these three words exceeds our understanding. The rules within are chaotic, disturbing to the mind!”

Hu Qing only glanced at them once, then lowered his gaze, quickly reminding Jian Wushuang.

Indeed, as Hu Qing had said, these three ancient words contained too much, truly unfit for prolonged scrutiny. Perhaps only an Emperor could comprehend the rules hidden within.

However, Jian Wushuangs mental state was immensely robust, having long reached the fourth level. This level of interference couldn’t affect him.

“No worries, we’ll go in and explore anyway,” Jian Wushuang said casually.

Since this city had suddenly appeared here, it must have some connection with them. The Qishen Temple couldn’t possibly create a city just for them to admire from outside!

“Look at the city walls!” Ji Chaoyang couldn’t help but exclaim.

He pointed at the grooves and depressions crisscrossing the city walls!

Jian Wushuang also turned his gaze there. When he saw those deep and bottomless grooves, his eyes trembled.

“These are sword marks!”

At this moment, more and more Grand Yan Immortals arrived outside the city. After taking a look at the city gate, they went to study the sword marks crisscrossing the walls.

Jian Wushuang immediately sat down cross-legged and carefully sensed those profound sword marks. Even in the depths of these marks, there remained traces of sword intent.

Although this sword intent was very ordinary, to Jian Wushuang, a master of the way of the sword, they were worth careful observation.

Strands and traces.

The Sword Intent was quite common, but even in its current diluted state, it still contained a kind of Dao.

Jian Wushuang took in a sharp breath.

With his current strength, if he swung a sword, perhaps he could not even leave a scratch on the walls of Qiuhuang City. Let alone imbuing every strand of Sword Intent with Dao.

He wasn’t the slightest bit inferior to that master of the way of the sword.

“Is the Emperor really this powerful?” Jian Wushuang began to doubt life itself.

The Emperor, he had encountered many powerful figures before and thought he understood them to some extent.

But the profoundness of the Sword Intent within this expert of the Sword Dao was overwhelming. If his Ultimate Dao were akin to a tiny grass, then the Dao of this sword expert was like an entire forest.

He had believed he was nearing the level of an Emperor, even if he hadn’t reached the half-step Emperor level. Yet now, it was clear he was far from it. Or perhaps, this Emperor was far more formidable than any he had ever encountered.

Jian Wushuangs thought power moved, transforming into an ethereal arm slowly approaching the sword marks. With a gentle touch, he tried to feel the Sword Intent more intimately.

Outside the protective barrier of Qiuhuang City, they, the Grand Yan Immortals, couldn’t get close. Jian Wushuang had to rely on his formidable thought power to penetrate the barrier and make contact.

His Ultimate Sword Dao had reached the sixth level, related to the fusion of Heart power and sword, although the combination of two major Daos enhanced his power significantly. Yet, he desired to free himself from external influences, crafting the purest form of Sword Dao.

Originally, Heart power served as an auxiliary force. But now?

During the fifth level of his Ultimate Sword Dao, he comprehended the Heartsword Realm, and in the sixth level, the Heartsword Trial.

His Sword Dao had become too complex, lacking purity. He needed to transcend himself, free himself from the dominance of Heart power, and realign his Sword Dao!

“That Sword Intent!”

He desperately wished to witness the distinctions in the Emperor-level Sword Dao, to understand what it encompassed, seeking clarification regarding the level of Sword Dao that an Emperor possessed.

Buzz!

As his Thought power entered the grooves, it encountered tremendous resistance.

This force emanated from that strand of Sword Intent.

Jian Wushuang clenched his teeth. His entire Thought power concentrated, forming a nimble, ethereal hand, reaching out persistently toward the Sword

Intent.

Fortune favors the bold.

Jian Wushuang intended to seize that strand of Sword Intent; it was immensely vital to him.

Countless experts around him were studying various marks on the city wall, a process that had already greatly benefited them. If they could capture even a sliver of the Emperor’s Dao, it would be a colossal stroke of luck.

“Just a bit more.”

The illusory arm made of Thought power was only a hair’s breadth away.

Yet, this tiny distance proved insurmountable. No matter how much he intensified the strength of his Thought power, he couldn’t capture that strand of Sword Intent.

His entire Thought power was in motion, causing Jian Wushuang to break out in a sweat.

Hu Qing and Ji Chaoyang noticed his struggles. They wanted to inquire but feared disrupting Jian Wushuangs concentration, so they stood guard beside him, warding off any disturbances.

Jian Wushuang was completely absorbed, his eyes tightly shut.

“Damn it, I can’t bridge this minuscule gap!” Jian Wushuang felt manipulated, given hope and then rendered incapable.

The closer he got to feeling that strand of Sword Intent, the stronger his desire to obtain it became.

To him, that strand of Sword Intent represented the purest Dao he could imagine. If he could capture it and then consume it with his Thought power, he believed he would gain the essence of Sword Dao contained within that pure strand of Sword Intent..