Legend of Swordsman

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

If he were to use the power of the Eternal Tower, Demon Lord Fengyu’s strength would have reached the threshold of the fifth tier, far surpassing everyone present.

All the powerful beings in the vicinity of the Great si Region had once thought that Emperor Donglin was the strongest, followed by the Tongtian Buddha, Feng MO, and himself.

However, after this battle, both he and Tongtian Buddha had reached the pinnacle of the fourth tier, stronger than ordinary dominators.

Especially Tongtian Buddha’s treasured Kasaya had reached the peak treasure level. Few fourth-tier Emperors possessed such an item. With this treasure and his own strength, he could easily rank among the top ten in the Eastern Domain.

“Not bad in strength. Speak about the Qishen Temple!” Fengyu didn’t beat around the bush. He had come a long way; everything here naturally revolved around the Qishen Temple.

Without waiting for Zhen Wuyangs response, Tongtian Buddha spoke, “Great Demon Lord Fengyu, here are two inheritors of the Qishen Temple. When we arrived, we confronted them, but unfortunately, their strength wasn’t sufficient. We didn’t obtain any useful information from them.”

Tongtian Buddha joined his hands in a harmless gesture, a face that appeared harmless, completely belying the fact that he had recently been on a killing spree, battling Liu Ya and Daogong.

Hearing this, Zhen Wuyang didn’t know what to say for a moment. He realized the extent of the gap between him and the others.

The strategy of attacking Donglin had allowed the Qishen Temple’s Emperor to lower his guard. Now, they had thrown dirt onto Liu Ya and Daogong, a tactic that Zhen Wuyang begrudgingly admitted was quite clever.

Zhen Wuyangs face darkened, he glanced at Tongtian Buddha and finally said firmly, “Tongtian is right!”

Liu Ya and Daogongs faces turned beet red, ready to speak up. However, Chishui, standing in the distance, cast a water spell that made them unable to lift their heads.

“Yes, their aura matches the one inside the Qishen Temple perfectly. It seems these two are indeed the inheritors,” Chishui said, feeling no danger. He appeared in front of Fengyu, grabbing Daogongs neck.

“But their strength is too weak, not even reaching the level of a common fourth-tier practitioner!” Chishui expressed some disappointment. This was not the powerful inheritance he had imagined.

Having been falsely accused by Tongtian and Zhen Wuyang, and further scorned for his weak power, Daogong, once the strongest in comprehending the Qishen Dao, felt his face burn with humiliation. He was infuriated, but his lack of strength was undeniable. If he managed to escape this situation unharmed, he vowed to defend the honor of Qishen Temple and erase the shame of this day.

Liu Ya, cunning and deep in strategy, hadn’t anticipated encountering a figure even more shameless than Zhen Wuyang – Tongtian Buddha. Nevertheless, this was the Great Desolate Wilderness, Liu Ya’s Dao Arena. His strength, though barely adequate, reached the top tier here.

“Enough. This is my Dao Arena. If you want to enter the Qishen Temple, go in first and then talk.” Initially, he had planned to be domineering, to let these intruders step on his body before entering the Qishen Temple. But the fact that Tongtian Buddha and Zhen Wuyang could enter the temple right under his nose drained him of the courage to utter such words.

The impressions left by Chishui and Demon Lord Fengyu surpassed even those of Zhen Wuyang and Tongtian Buddha. Either of these two could overpower him, perhaps even lead to his downfall.

“Oh, almost forgot about you!” Chishui Traveler seized Dao Gong. As the strongest present, she couldn’t afford to leave anyone behind.

Buzz!

The immensely powerful Eternal Tower instantly shrank to the size of a palm, directly suppressing Liu Ya beneath it.

“Alright, now talk! ”

Over a hundred Emperors were present, along with thousands of Nine

Revolutions Grand Yan Immortals, many of whom were elites among the Grand Yan Immortals. The weakest among them had crossed the threshold of the fourth- grade Dao. Seeing Demon Lord Fengyu and Wanderer Chishui casually suppress a fourth-tier Emperor, they displayed unprecedented respect.

So, this was the pinnacle of fourth-tier experts?

Suppressing an equal- grade opponent effortlessly!

There was no need to mention Daogong; he was an Emperor who had crossed the fourth-tier threshold. Yet even Liu Ya, who had touched the pinnacle of fourth-tier level, was effortlessly suppressed.

The distance between Zhen Wuyang and Tongtian Buddha and the others had gradually narrowed. They were all on the same boat now, despite Zhen Wuyang and Tongtian Buddha being at the peak of the fourth-tier. Faced with these two peak fourth-tier Emperors, they had little chance of resistance and could only huddle together for warmth.

“Ever since Tongtian and Zhen Wuyang entered, Daogong and I haven’t been able to get in anymore. Even if you kill us, it won’t change anything,” Liu Ya understood the concept of an irreversible trend. At this point, he chose to yield.

He spoke the truth. He was unaware of the changes inside the Qishen Temple; only Tongtian and Zhen Wuyang knew. After the two of them entered the Qishen Temple, eminent figures like Fenghua fell one after another, and the entire temple was enveloped in the Thousand Treasures Kasaya, impenetrable.

These two individuals had placed all the blame on him, causing him immense distress.

Chishui had long attained a level of profound self-awareness, and with just one glance, he could tell it wasn’t a lie. But if what Liu Ya said was true, it posed a problem. The treasures were within easy reach, yet he couldn’t move an inch himself.

The power of the Qishen Temple surpassed any treasure they had ever encountered. Even the combined might of all the Emperors present couldn’t shake the Qishen Temple in the slightest. It was as if it didn’t exist in this void, visible and tangible yet utterly impenetrable,

“Fengyu, have you informed Emperor Zhutian about the matters concerning the Qishen Temple?” Chishui, anxious and cornered, could only indirectly inquire of Fengyu, the Demon Lord.

Fengyu might not be aware of what he sought, but her mentor, Emperor Zhutian, a fifth-tier Emperor who had traveled the River of Time for years, undoubtedly possessed far greater knowledge than these Emperors who seldom ventured out into the universe.

The Qishen Temple’s fame resonated widely in the River of Time. Numerous legends surrounded it. Some formidable beings even believed that the Qishen Temple had connections with ancient civilizations. In this aspect, it indeed shared similarities; the temple’s aura closely resembled that of ancient civilizations.

However, the Qishen Temple had only appeared once or twice in the River of Time. Each time, it drew innumerable emperors to gather and watch.

However, the temple was utterly unreachable. Attempts to suppress or subdue it failed; they couldn’t even lay a finger on it. They could only watch helplessly as the Qishen Temple soared into the endless expanse of the cosmos.

Chishui, the Wanderer, was vaguely familiar with some of these legends. However, it was his first encounter with the Qishen Temple, especially seeing it standing right there.

It didn’t appear as if it could move at all. Now, with the confirmation that the inheritor of the Qishen Temple had received teachings within, their chances seemed significant.

Moreover, the fifth-tier Emperors within the Original Universe were all within the River of Time. He still had a voice now. But if he waited until all the fifth-tier Emperors returned, he would merely be trailing behind, devoid of any voice..