Legend of Swordsman

He couldn’t afford to fall at the hands of a cultivator in the Daluo Golden Immortal stage. If he did, he would die full of regret.

”Feng Yin!”

Guardian Qifeng quickly formed a seal with his hands, revealing his Origin Source. Both the power of his Origin Source and divine power ignited simultaneously.

This was a heavy burden on him. If too much was consumed, it would be a huge issue for his future attempts to merge with the Dao.

Although his current situation was already troublesome, he didn’t want to make things worse.

After burning through a portion, he used Feng Yin to send the Infinite Wind away.

This technique could have eradicated all attacks, but faced with Infinite Wind, it was impossible to hide it.

The only option was to redirect it.

The vast, overwhelming Infinite Wind instantly destroyed the underwater canyon, and the surrounding waters surged into towering waves that reached the height of city walls.

Everyone originally at the seabed could now see the sky outside.

”That damn Guardian Qifeng!” Xue He cursed inwardly as he saw the Infinite Wind blowing toward him. He swiftly dodged out of the way.

Fortunately, it was still quite a distance away, so it was easy to avoid.

However, the same could not be said for Wu Taidou and the Green Scale powerhouse with

him. They lacked the speed to escape and were torn to pieces by the Infinite Wind, leaving not even a trace behind.

Their immortal weapons were shattered as well.

Only higher-level treasures could survive, as even ordinary ones couldn’t withstand an attack of this magnitude.

It wasn’t just the two of them who were unlucky. The two True Immortals summoned by Guardian Yunhai were also caught in the disaster.

One of them was a Nine-Step True Immortal, slightly weaker than Xue He, and the other was a top-tier Eight-Step True Immortal, stronger even than Ji Ye True Immortal.

When the Infinite Wind swept through, they didn’t even sense its power before being torn to powder by the white tempest.

Some were unlucky, but others were fortunate.

Neither Fairy Ziyu nor Elder Tian Can needed to dodge, and likely wouldn’t have had the ability to. The wind happened to blow in the opposite direction, allowing them to pause and catch their breath.

As they gazed at the immense, overwhelming white tempest, they couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat.

”It’s too strong. If even a hint of that had touched me, I would’ve perished!” Elder Tian Can thought, his heart still pounding with fear.

He hadn’t died at the hands of Guardian Qifeng, but if he had been killed by the white tempest conjured by Lord Xue Yang, that would have been a truly unlucky end.

Fairy Ziyu’s eyes were focused on the corner where Jian Wushuang had once stood, which had now been shredded by the Infinite Wind. His fate was clear without needing further thought.

This battle had ended in devastating defeat.

Carefully entering, boldly perishing.

The sorrow of the weak, while unworthy of praise, still stirred a tinge of sadness.

As the wind gradually subsided, everyone regrouped once more.

After all, the Infinite Wind was not truly infinite.

Its power was eventually exhausted, and the sea returned to calm.

When they reached their previous position, a passage had appeared.

Guardian Yunhai and Xue He both wore grim expressions.

The losses this time were significant-all their subordinates had perished.

Seeing their expressions, Guardian Qifeng snapped angrily, ”Why are you giving me that look? I just consumed a tenth of my divine power and Origin Source! Do you have any idea how many treasures it’ll take to replenish that?”

”Enough!” Guardian Yunhai forcefully suppressed his anger. Only after seeing that Elder Tian Can was unharmed did his expression finally ease.

Guardian Qifeng also understood that at this point, it was pointless to argue about the extent of the losses.

The most important thing right now was to hurry into the Ancient Demon Palace.

The commotion here had been significant, and it was possible that other powerful beings would arrive soon.

Let’s not forget, the Twin-faced Divine Mansion had four major guardians and ten True Immortals.

If they all showed up, it would be a huge problem.

Moreover, the Mansion Lord had a few formidable fighters by his side, whose strength even

surpassed the guardians.

”Let’s go in together!”

Guardian Yunhai glanced at Elder Tian Can and Fairy Ziyu.

He didn’t feel comfortable leaving the two outside, so he figured it was better to bring them

along.

After all, the Ancient Demon Palace didn’t pose much danger. There was no record of any Dao Lords perishing there, so bringing them in shouldn’t be an issue.

With so many losses already, they couldn’t afford another accident.

Thus, the two guardians, along with Patriarch Xue He, led Fairy Ziyu and Elder Tian Can into

the Ancient Demon Palace.

True Lord Xue Yang and True Immortal Wuhou had both perished.

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In a secluded meditation hall within a mountain villa in Tian Tan City, a middle-aged man with streaks of white in his hair suddenly opened his eyes. A trace of sorrow flickered in his gaze, and his chest throbbed with a dull ache.

It was the tearing pain of a blood bond.

”Xue Yang!!!”

He abruptly stood up and rushed out of the meditation hall.

With a flash, he appeared in a hidden ancestral shrine within the villa.

The soul lamp that had once belonged to True Lord Xue Yang had gone out!

”No!!”

The tall and imposing man roared toward the heavens, his chest wracked with stabbing pain.

He was none other than Yang Dingtian, the number one powerhouse in the ancient domain of

Fu Hai.

His strength was overwhelming, and his talent unparalleled.

Though he wasn’t a cultivator who had emerged from the Holy Land, the Holy Land had long been trying to recruit him, and even the Ancient Court had extended offers.

After all, he was very likely to become the fifth Emperor in the Holy Land’s domain.

But now, his younger brother had fallen.

The tall figure dropped to his knees with a thud before the ancestral tablet in the shrine. His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice cracked as he spoke, ”Mother, I have failed you. I didn’t

protect my brother!”

The shrine was vast, but only one tablet was enshrined within it.

”Yang Qianxue!”

This was the name of Yang Dingtian and True Lord Xue Yang’s mother.

The two brothers had been raised by their mother since childhood. As for their father?

Their mother had never spoken of him, not even revealing his name.

Thus, the only name enshrined in the ancestral shrine was their mother’s.

When she passed away, she had entrusted her younger son to Yang Dingtian. Now that Xue

Yang had fallen, how could he not be heartbroken?

This was his last remaining family member in the world!

After bowing reverently three times, Yang Dingtian, his eyes still bloodshot, made a vow before his mother’s spirit tablet, ”Mother, rest assured, I will avenge Xue Yang!”

With that, he rose to his feet and retrieved a token, on which the karmic thread of Xue Yang

was still visible.

Mount Shen!

Following the trail of karma, Yang Dingtian sent a message directly to the chief of Mount

Shen.

After all, Mount Shen was under the jurisdiction of the Holy Land, and he couldn’t act

recklessly.

Whoosh!

A figure appeared before Yang Dingtian. Upon seeing the newcomer, Yang Dingtian’s face turned cold, and he demanded, ”Take me to Xue Yang’s cave!”

”Ah?” The chief of Mount Shen hesitated, perplexed. ”Brother Yang, that would go against

the rules!”

Yang Dingtian’s eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp as he glared at the chief of Mount Shen. He

spoke each word slowly, ”Did you not hear what I said? Either you take me, or I go myself!”

This made the chief of Mount Shen take a deep breath. He had already sensed something was off with Yang Dingtian earlier and didn’t dare bring up the rules again. Although Yang Dingtian was a righteous figure, his strength was undeniable, and in his

current fury, who would dare stand in his way? If he decided to kill him, where could he go to

seek justice?

After all, in this world, strength was the ultimate law.

”No one?”

The chief of Mount Shen led Yang Dingtian to the cave where Xue Yang had previously

resided, but it was empty!

Yang Dingtian, enraged, roared, ”So this is your so-called rule?”

No one was there, yet the records showed Xue Yang had been present, and the karmic thread

of Xue Yang still lingered here.