Chapter 607: Ascension in the Daxian Realm

As dusk approached, the sun sank westward.

Xu Xing, having wandered throughout the Jianzong, arrived at the Sword-Bearing Hall’s outer precinct.

A black statue shaped like a long sword stood rooted in the earth, its shadow stretched long by the setting sun’s glow.

Behind the black sword-shaped statue stood a gray, tower-like building.

Its surface was covered in crimson talismanic script, upon which a chilling light shimmered, as if fresh blood continuously slid down the blade.

If one looked down from above, they would see the Sword-Bearing Hall’s area resonating with the surrounding spiritual currents, mysteriously forming a peculiar array—as if sealing something away…

The Sword-Bearing Hall itself and the sword-shaped structure were the core of this array.

“No wonder my sister earlier confined Yue Ling to the Battle Net for reflection.”

Xu Xing shook his head with a faint smile, turning his gaze to the opposite side of the Sword-Bearing Hall.

Yue Ling was never just any troublemaker—even Chi Jiu Yu seemed well-behaved compared to her.

She could rightly be called the Jianzong’s top bully.

Before the Sword-Bearing Hall was even here, several Tongxuan Elders from the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall had jointly set up multiple arrays to nurture a high-quality ore deposit, especially suited for forging spiritual swords.

At that time, the Spirit Net hadn’t even been invented yet, and Yue Ling’s favorite pastime was wandering aimlessly across the Jianzong.

She’d occasionally do things she believed were “beneficial” to the Jianzong.

Once, passing by this spot, she discovered the ore had matured and volunteered to help mine it.

So she simply unleashed a single slash of sword qi…

But as the most ferocious and violent sword in the Taixuan Realm—the first weapon of slaughter—its qi immediately corrupted the entire ore deposit.

The result, unsurprisingly, rendered the entire ore deposit unusable.

After that…

To prevent the sword qi’s influence from spreading outward, the Sword-Bearing Hall was relocated here, and the array’s nature was altered.

For centuries, the malevolent energy was slowly worn down until the ore’s ferocity diminished to an acceptable level.

Today, thanks to joint research by the Dan Ding Pavilion and the Transmission Tower, these once-malevolent ores have become prime material for honing sword intent and tempering sword edges.

Inside the Sword-Bearing Hall, several cultivation chambers have been installed, specifically designed to draw out the malevolent qi from the underground ore, exclusively for sword cultivators who have rendered great service to refine their own sword intent.

Though the investment cycle is a bit long…

At least it’s still useful.

But Yue Ling’s chaos back then extended far beyond this single incident—even many Sword Lords dared not speak out.

Eventually, Bie Xue Ning, seeing how unruly she was, locked her away for reflection.

Her behavior since being released has been quite good.

At least she’s been well-behaved; no one’s heard of her causing trouble again…

Xu Xing gazed at the distant sunset, its glow like molten gold, and the sword lights crisscrossing the sky, his mind filling with memories.

He recalled the many events of the past.

From his first arrival in the Taixuan Realm, when his life hung by a thread, to the Jianzong’s current flourishing prosperity…

It felt like a lifetime ago.

This journey had not been easy.

But thankfully, he had made it through.

Crack!

A crisp sound came from beside him, breaking Xu Xing’s thoughts.

Turning to look, he saw two young people—a man and a woman—hugging and taking a photo beside the towering sword-shaped statue.

Most areas of the Sword-Bearing Hall were off-limits to outsiders, but this spot near the sword statue was an exception.

Perhaps because little was known about the Jianzong’s Sword-Bearing Hall, many curious visitors came during the day to take a look.

Fewer came at night.

After all, the Sword-Bearing Hall looked rather eerie and chilling after dark…

Soon, the two finished their photo and walked away, laughing and chatting.

Xu Xing watched them go until they vanished around the corner, then lowered his gaze.

His scattered thoughts stilled; his vision spanned vast distances, settling upon the Daxian Realm.

In the Daxian Realm, the Ascension was about to begin.

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Daxian Realm.

After their final defeat in the great battle, the Beast God Clan, which had ruled the Daxian Realm for a hundred thousand years, became history.

But the human race had also suffered heavy losses.

Only after this period of rest and recovery had they gradually regained some strength.

New Calendar Year 1779.

Han Yue Sword Palace.

It was now afternoon.

Sunlight filtered through rows of icy, prism-shaped pillars lining the path, refracting into rainbow hues.

In the distance, ice crystals blanketed the ground like a kingdom forged of snow—utterly dreamlike.

Though the sky blazed with daylight, the cold wind cut like knives.

As one of the few major forces in the Daxian Realm capable of rivaling the Qianyang Dao Palace, it was founded after the human civil war.

It was now the sacred ground for all cultivators of the “Yin,” “Sword,” and “Kill” Dao lines.

Deep within the Sword Palace.

In a quiet chamber carved as if from cold jade.

The translucent walls emitted a faint blue glow, and swirling azure cold energy continuously seeped from them, gathering around the figure seated in the center.

Her eyes were closed; she wore a simple, moon-white long dress, her snow-white hair cascading over her shoulders, her skin luminous and delicate as if it could be pierced by a breath.

A long sword rested flat between her knees.

A chilling sword intent flowed through the chamber, as if capable of freezing all things.

The master of the Han Yue Sword Palace—

Xi Li.