Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 6490: Road to Ascendant (1)

An elderly man with white hair raised the Supreme Imperial City with one hand, while holding the Haotian Divine Staff in the other, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.

Despite his strength, two experts at the peak of the Ninth Tribulation had to coordinate to even challenge Chen Qingling.

Chen Qingling’s expression shifted slightly as she bent down, whispering softly. Majestic harmonies descended, forcing the three opponents back once more.

With a flash, her figure darted towards the Enlightenment Tower.

“Master, I hope you’re right!”

Chen Qingling glanced at the battlefield below. The Sacred Sect was now at a disadvantage. Although she was powerful, the enemy had someone capable of restraining her. Defeat was inevitable.

The foundation of the opposing side was no weaker than that of the Tianyuan Sacred Sect. It was an even more ancient imperial dynasty.

…

Inside the Enlightenment Tower.

Six chains tightly bound the Black Prisoner.

No matter how much the Black Prisoner struggled, it couldn’t break free.

“A puppet crafted by the God Eye Clan, its power truly endless. But unfortunately for you, you encountered…”

Before the figure formed from black mist could finish speaking, a purple vine shot toward its chest.

The divine power contained within made the figure’s face turn pale in shock. It was almost on par with the Black Prisoner.

Terrified, he quickly retreated, and as he did, six black chains emerged again, securely locking down the Gui Yun Vine.

“Boy, you’re not very strong, yet you sure have quite a few treasures!”

“Hmm?”

Just as he was gloating, he suddenly noticed that countless vines had appeared around him, numbering in the hundreds, maybe even thousands. Each vine was at the level of a quasi-Universe God.

A terrifying pressure instantly immobilized him.

Jian Wushuang raised his hand and dispersed the surrounding black mist with ease, calmly walking toward the mist figure.

“Without some treasures, do you think I’d dare come in?”

“And another thing, stop calling me ‘boy’ all the time. I have a name—it’s Jian Wushuang, and I might even be a few years older than you!”

“Youngsters these days are so impatient!”

Shaking his head with a sigh, Jian Wushuang added nonchalantly, “Gui Yun, shatter his Origin Source!”

Buzz!

In the next instant, thousands of vines from Gui Yun pierced into the black mist.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the black mist dispersed, revealing a faint, ghostly figure.

“Jiang Haichao!” Jian Wushuang’s brows furrowed slightly. “So it really was you. Looks like you’ve had your eye on me since our first encounter!”

At this moment, Jiang Haichao, though terrified, still clung to a sliver of hope. He sneered, “Heh, this is merely a clone of mine. Do as you please. My true self…”

“Your true self?” Jian Wushuang interrupted.

His eyes glinted as he saw through the threads of cause and effect surrounding Jiang Haichao.

He even peered into Jiang Haichao’s memories, consolidating them all into a single thread in an instant.

After going through them, Jian Wushuang continued, “You’re actually the reincarnation of a Universe God suppressed in the Shanhai Secret Realm!”

“How… how do you know?” Jiang Haichao was completely stunned.

He had no idea how terrifying Jian Wushuang’s abilities were. Fear now colored his eyes.

From the memories he had plundered, Jian Wushuang learned that Jiang Haichao was merely a reincarnation of a Universe God’s thought power, suppressed beneath the Shanhai Secret Realm.

That explained his exceptional comprehension ability.

If Jian Wushuang wasn’t mistaken, Jiang Haichao’s true self was a quasi-Five Star Universe God.

Such power, even among the Upper Realm or the God Eye Clan, was incredibly formidable.

Jian Wushuang frowned as he pondered the question. His opponent wasn’t even from the God Eye Clan, so how had they been suppressed?

He sifted through his memories but couldn’t find an explanation.

This meant that the one who sealed Jiang Haichao’s true body must be someone far more powerful than Jian Wushuang himself.

“Could it be my senior brother?” Jian Wushuang raised an eyebrow, then softened his tone as he spoke. “Jiang Haichao, how about we make a deal?”

Jiang Haichao, who appeared as dejected as a wilted eggplant, perked up at the mention of cooperation. He nodded immediately, “What do you have in mind?”

“Is your God Eye Secret Art at the Ninth Transformation?”

Jian Wushuang’s eyes gleamed with excitement. This was his chance to end things once and for all.

The Ninth Transformation!

If Jiang Haichao helped him, breaking through the seventh floor of the Nine Tribulation Pagoda wouldn’t just be a possibility—he might directly ascend to the peak.

Without hesitation, Jian Wushuang captured Jiang Haichao and placed him inside the Nine Tribulation Pagoda, activating the time acceleration within.

Outside, just a moment had passed, but inside, countless cycles of time had already flown by.

When Jian Wushuang finally reappeared at the Martial Arts Pavilion, he was completely transformed.

It wasn’t just his aura that had changed, even his clothes were different.

Now, he wore a black robe adorned with eight dark-gold eye motifs.

Each of those eyes represented something significant.

He was now just one step away from claiming the peak.

Furthermore, he had seen that Ghost Eye Senior Brother again, and this robe had been left for him by his senior brother.

In addition to the robe, his senior brother had also left him a message.

On the ninth floor, there existed a Dharma body belonging to Teacher Xuan Yi—someone from the future!

At this moment, Jian Wushuang felt an unstoppable surge of motivation.

The truth was about to be revealed.

And once it was, he would undergo his divine tribulation.

“Master!” Black Prison called out in his usual straightforward tone.

Jian Wushuang smiled faintly at the sound, “Let’s go. Let’s see what’s happening outside.”

With a casual wave, Jian Wushuang dismantled the formation around them and left the Martial Arts Pavilion.

The formation was a simplified version of the one found in the Shanhai Secret Realm. Jiang Haichao had spent years studying it in hopes of cracking it.

But Jian Wushuang had broken it as if it were child’s play.

Now, it was time to break the Shanhai Secret Realm and release Jiang Haichao’s true body.

And perhaps even the endless army of the God Eye Clan.

And more importantly… the serpent buried beneath the Shanhai Realm—the Serpent of the Heavens.

Swoosh!!

As Jian Wushuang and Black Prison stepped out of the pavilion, they were met with darkness.

The once-chaotic city had disappeared, along with the surrounding wilderness.

Looking up, Jian Wushuang saw an imperial city, grand and imposing, floating above them.

The Martial Arts Pavilion had been directly below this imperial city, held down under its immense pressure.

With a single thought, Jian Wushuang sensed that Chen Qingling was still alive. However, she was entangled with countless lines of karma, likely carrying a group of disciples from the Tianyuan Sacred Sect as they fled toward the Shanhai Secret Realm.

She was probably trying to rally her forces and return for revenge.

“So, your disciple defied your orders and… fled with people!”

Jian Wushuang chuckled lightly.

In his mind, Jiang Haichao’s voice echoed awkwardly, “You’ve caught me. My disciple is too soft-hearted. The original plan was to besiege you and steal the treasures from your body. Just that puppet, Black Prison, is far more valuable than all the treasures Tianyuan Sacred Sect has accumulated!”

“Hahaha!” Jian Wushuang laughed heartily, “But she made the right choice!”

Indeed, if they had tried to attack him, Chen Qingling would either have been killed on the spot or captured. And Tianyuan Sacred Sect would have been annihilated.

Just as they finished speaking, the imperial city above them began to tremble violently.

It was Black Prison. He had expanded to a size of tens of thousands of miles, effortlessly lifting the entire imperial city with his sheer strength.

“Stop playing around. We have important matters to attend to.”

Jian Wushuang had no interest in these trivial conflicts. Time was of the essence.

After collecting the Martial Arts Pavilion, he and Black Prison headed toward the Shanhai Secret Realm.

The imperial city narrowly avoided destruction.

“Your Majesty, that black puppet just now…”

“It must be a Universe God!”

“Hurry, while they’re gone, let’s leave this place at once!”