Chapter 582: Another World Where the Abyss Once Stopped

The blade of Union did not realize what had happened and immediately introduced its origins.

“Listen well, boy, my name is ‘Ultimate Edge,’ forged from the first sword qi of Yuanzhen Realm, tempered through the destruction of thirty-seven great universes in the Void’s stillness.”

“My rank equals that of a Union Dao Lord, free in transformation, indestructible and unerodible, unique among all realms!”

“My form coexists with the Dao; my body is revered alongside the Law.”

“The Inverse Entropy Dao Lord sought to seize me, but I severed one of his fingers; the Thousand-Fold Dao Lord hosted a grand banquet across all realms just to beg for a single sliver of my edge…”

The general meaning was to boast about how incredible and prestigious he was.

Much of it was exaggeration, but one thing he did not lie about…

As one of the few Union blades in this world, many Union Dao Lords had indeed watched and coveted it.

Unfortunately, the only Union sword cultivator in this world was beneath its notice.

So it had wandered endlessly through the cosmos, seeking a sword master worthy enough to claim it.

Earlier, when the swordlight surged and converged, Ultimate Edge—as the sole sword-type Union blade of Yuanzhen Realm—sensitively sensed that the sword master it had long sought might have appeared.

Thus, following the faint inner resonance, it began roaming among countless universes in search.

But…

Even as it continued prattling, a crimson circular moon had silently appeared behind Xu Xing, radiating light in all directions.

Where the red light shone, countless universes seemed to burst into flame.

Ultimate Edge had been boasting moments before, but at this sight, its voice cut off instantly.

Uncomprehensible. Unfathomable.

Ultimate Edge froze completely, even daring not to look behind Xu Xing.

If it had a human form, it would now be drenched in cold sweat.

W-what the hell!

This isn’t normal!

As the sole sword-type Union blade of this realm, forged by the deathly stillness of the Void after thirty-seven great universes collapsed, it had never feared even Union Dao Lords.

Yet now, facing this seemingly harmless crimson moonlight, it truly felt its very ‘existence’ and ‘foundation’ trembling.

In a flash, it saw a hazy crimson sword-shadow, glowing with divine radiance.

As the ancestral source of all swords in the heavens, the embodiment of the Dao of Sword.

A chilling gaze descended from a distance even more remote, more inaccessible—the highest pinnacle—watching it coldly, as if a single thought could erase its very existence at the fundamental level.

Ultimate Edge was afraid.

Faced with this terrifying force from an absolute height, beyond comprehension, its very form trembled.

“Forgive me, I already have my life blade. You’d better find someone else,” Xu Xing smiled.

Saying this, Xu Xing stepped forward.

The crimson circular moon spun endlessly, illuminating countless universes, leaving Ultimate Edge frozen in place, not daring to move.

After an unknown length of time, the crimson moon finally vanished.

Only then did Ultimate Edge sense the chilling gaze gone—its entire blade stood motionless for a long while before finally coming to its senses.

Hum~!

The layers of swordlight surrounding its blade flared to life.

Ultimate Edge instantly transformed into a thin line, shooting through the gaps between universes toward a great universe within Yuanzhen Realm.

The unprecedented fear filled its core with terror.

Instinctively, it wanted to hide in some world, desperate never to be found again by that crimson moon-sword shadow.

…

…

In Taixuan Realm.

Between Xu Xing’s knees lay a crimson longsword.

It was Yueying.

As Yueying’s master, Xu Xing could feel that Yueying was genuinely angry this time.

But this was understandable.

After all, as a celestial sword, suddenly another blade came forward claiming to want to serve its master?

Any normal sword spirit would be furious!

So it had personally projected a sliver of sword qi to scare Ultimate Edge half to death.

“Yueying sister is so merciful.”

Yue Ling remarked beside him.

If it had been her, the moment Ultimate Edge opened its mouth, her palm would have already slapped it.

A petty Union sword artifact, daring to compete with her Celestial Sword Lord for the Master?

It clearly didn’t know how to write the word ‘death.’

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, until she clenched her fists, her small face flushed with indignation.

Clearly, she had fully immersed herself in the role.

Xu Xing: “...”

This wasn’t the Meizu coming to the Sword Sect? Didn’t Xue Ning complain she was too noisy gaming and lacked the dignity of a Celestial Sword, so she got kicked out?

After leaving the Sword Ancestor’s Hall, Yue Ling wandered around aimlessly.

But since Chi Jiuyu and Zhang Yunlu were both absent, she had nowhere good to go.

After all, she didn’t need to mind her image in front of the Master’s two disciples, but she still had to maintain her dignity as Lady Yue Ling before others.

So, bored, she came to the Sword Ancestor’s Hall.

Hmm…

Mostly because she knew Xu Xing had a special room, filled with excellent equipment—perfect for gaming!

Just as she was hesitating how to bring it up, the event occurred in Yuanzhen Realm: a Union blade sought to recognize Xu Xing as its master.

And thus came this scene.

Looking at the indignant Yue Ling, Xu Xing chuckled:

“Alright, go play. The door’s not locked.”

“Huh?”

Yue Ling, still fuming, didn’t react at first.

“You came here to me—wasn’t it just to game?”

Huh?!

Yue Ling was stunned.

She hadn’t said a word—how did the Sword Ancestor know?

“I, I…”

Would this make me seem too opportunistic, too goal-oriented…?

“Turn left at the seventh door,” Xu Xing added.

A cool voice spoke up:

“Master, I’ll take her.”

The crimson longsword resting on Xu Xing’s knees dissolved into a streak of red light, landing on the ground; within its blazing glow, a tall, graceful figure appeared.

Her expression remained unchanged, as always, devoid of emotion.

Xu Xing was slightly surprised, but since Yueying had rarely taken the initiative, he had no reason to refuse.

“Very well.”

Yue Ling looked up at Yueying and blinked: “Yueying sister…”

“Come.”

Yueying spoke indifferently, then descended from the dais.

Yue Ling paused, then hurried after her.

Watching them vanish beyond the doorway, Xu Xing paused, then turned his gaze once more toward the Chaos Sea.

A manifestation walked within the Yuanzhen Realm; now he only needed to steadily advance and organize matters.

Thinking of this, he gazed even farther.

Worlds flashed before his eyes.

Soon, a vast world, like a star, radiating immense power, its principles interwoven, swallowing and exhaling boundless chaos, came into view.

Taiping Realm.

The very world they had once paused in before falling into Taixuan Realm.

But this time, Xu Xing’s gaze lingered only briefly; after exchanging a greeting with a sliver of You’s projected power, he continued gazing beyond Taiping Realm.