Legend of Swordsman

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In a world where top-tier experts were scarce, even those with great potential among the solo cultivators found it challenging to reach the pinnacle.

Guidance made all the difference, akin to crossing a river by feeling the stones—two vastly different approaches.

As Moluo gazed upon the dark-skinned youth before him, memories of his own past surfaced. The princess, who had once bestowed upon him a simple act of kindness, led to the establishment of the Moluo Kingdom or Nation. Initially, all who aided him rose to high positions.

However, he alone withstood all challenges.

Defying the heavens every step of the way, he became a supreme-peak powerhouse.

“Rise!” Elder Moluo spoke with a gentle tone, overseeing the first disciple he had accepted. The more he looked, the more he felt this disciple was pleasing to the eye.

Jian Wushuang gazed intently, and within his Origin Source, a faint change occurred.

Surprisingly, he could perceive a faint line above Xin Jiu’s head.

Above the line were fragments of images.

It was the future!

A journey to rediscover one’s true self unexpectedly led him to comprehend time.

Jian Wushuang was quite astonished!

Even as a Dao Lord who hadn’t reached the black hole realm in spatial Origin Source, he could sense time.

This was causality!

In an instant, he understood—causality drove time, allowing him to glimpse the other’s future.

The scene depicted a battlefield!

As he focused, Jian Wushuang saw a desolate battlefield, which astonishingly encompassed the entire Human Realm.

Ruins and shattered walls intertwined, a blood-red sky, a pitch-black Emperor, shattered stones, and broken bones.

It resembled a mortal hell.

Xin Jiu stood aloft in the sky, resembling an Asura.

His aura even made the current Jian Wushuang feel somewhat fearful!

Initially, he thought that even with Moluo’s assistance, Xin Jiu becoming an Emperor would be commendable. However, judging by the future, he seemed destined to be a supreme-peak powerhouse.

Shatter everything?

Jian Wushuang retracted his gaze, pointed a finger, and the power of Life erupted instantly, causing everything around him to grow wildly.

A single blade of grass instantly transformed into a towering tree, and a speck of dust shot up to become a majestic mountain!

As for the ordinary cultivators who were bystanders, they were reduced to mere particles in an instant.

The terror of the power of Life was something these people could absorb.

The elders of the powerful clans, feeling the power of Life, were initially delighted. Their cultivation realms soared, almost attaining Immortality.

However, in the next moment, their divine bodies collapsed, and the power of Life within them was absorbed by a formidable devouring force.

Even Moluo, who knew Jian Wushuang’s strength and understood the horror of the power of Life, couldn’t help but be shocked. Otherwise, how could he restore a severely injured Tribulation realm expert to his peak in such a short time?

In the grand array before, he had already felt that terrifying power of Life, continuously transforming into the power of All Things.

Now, experiencing the violent force of that Life directly, he was still extremely astonished!

This was much rarer than those Origin Source treasures. If he could obtain it, his cultivation might progress by leaps and bounds in a single day.

However, this terrifying power of Life was directly aimed at Xin Jiu.

“Young Master, why are you doing this?” Moluo was somewhat puzzled.

Everything was fine just now. Why did he suddenly take action?

Jian Wushuang’s brow flickered, even the Beast God Weapon was unleashed.

He turned to look at Moluo, his face somewhat ferocious, and he exclaimed madly, “Because I don’t believe in fate!”

If the future was real, then what could Xin Jiu use to withstand this blow?

He wanted to see if this future was accurate.

Facing the green energy, Xin Jiu, somewhat confused, found everything around him disappearing. His body arrived in the midst of an ocean.

The violent power of Life here was so pure. With a slight beckon, countless energies gathered into his body, and his cultivation realm soared directly.

Jian Wushuang only released the power of Life and did not actually make a substantive move.

As long as he made a move, Xin Jiu would probably have died long ago.

He just wanted to see what was special about Xin Jiu; everything about the future was uncertain.

“Whew!”

Feeling Xin Jiu continuously strengthening under the envelopment of the power of Life, Jian Wushuang’s chest surged, almost releasing all the power of Life within his body. However, the other party accepted it all without exception.

It seemed that the other party’s fate was truly formidable!

That future… perhaps it would come to pass.

“He’s quite impressive!” Jian Wushuang gasped for breath. His Origin Source instantly returned to its peak. He turned to Moluo and said, “You’ve taken in a good disciple!”

Moluo was somewhat puzzled by this statement. How did he end up with a good disciple?

Before he could fully comprehend, a roar erupted from the power of All Things.

Moluo finally understood!

On that day, at the foot of Sealgate Mountain, a wandering youth, once a mortal, took a step into the realm of Immortality.

As for Jian Wushuang and Moluo, they had long departed.

When leaving, Jian Wushuang didn’t bid farewell. There were several tier 6 Emperors on the mountain peak, but they dared not descend. However, with a little inquiry, it would be known about Moluo and his identity.

Xin Jiu’s future lay in the Human Realm, and it was better not to have Jian Wushuang around.

Becoming a Yan Immortal ensured swift growth. The future Human Realm would change because of Xin Jiu!

Jian Wushuang didn’t need to intervene. He just needed to make sure the temple personnel knew about Xin Jiu’s relationship with him, and they wouldn’t interfere.

Xin Jiu had to walk his own path, much like Jian Wushuang did now—perhaps a journey to be undertaken alone.

In the western reaches of the Human Realm, in a desolate desert, besides some starving beasts, there were only countless grains of sand. Across thousands of miles, not a single human figure was in sight.

Not even ordinary folks were present.

In the westernmost extreme, there were sporadic oases where tribes lived. Most were ordinary people, and practitioners were scarce.

In a mundane mortal world without cultivators, order was lost.

Water sources were completely monopolized. To quench one’s thirst, a price had to be paid.

The city of Maile!

It was called a city, but it looked more like a dilapidated town. The only remarkable feature in the entire city was a massive statue of the beast race.

Beneath the statue, a group of naked ordinary people, a thousand strong, all emaciated, held various odd-shaped vessels. Some even used the dried bones of wild beasts as containers.

They lifted their heads, unafraid of the intense sunlight, just waiting.

“What are these common people doing?” A young man outside the crowd turned to look at an old man in a black robe, curious.

The old man pondered for a moment, stared at the stone statue for a while, thought of something, and answered, “They should be waiting for water!”

“Water?” The young man squinted, staring at the stone statue.

In the next moment, the stone statue’s mouth opened wide, and sweet fresh water sprayed out. The commoners below rushed towards it like mad.

Compared to the crowd, the water column was somewhat small.

“Too troublesome!” The young man shook his head. With a glance, he pierced through the stone statue, and then the stone statue burst open with a bang.

Boom!

The stone statue exploded, and countless fresh water gushed out, turning this city into a lake!

The old man raised his eyebrows and said calmly, “Young Master, this will harm them!”

“Why?” Jian Wushuang was somewhat puzzled.

One old and one young, it was Jian Wushuang and Moluo.

They came to the Human Realm desert, inquiring about the whereabouts of Hu Qing and Jiang Shang. They almost traversed the entire western region, searched for decades, but found no clues.