Chapter 1357: The Possibility of Civil War Within the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm

"Many accidents,"

"I seem to have glimpsed the possibility of a civil war breaking out within the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm."

At the far end of the battlefield, the inheritance disciple of the Immortal Artifact Sect had also arrived.

She was an intellectual and elegant young girl, hands clasped behind her back, standing atop a mechanism city, gazing at the life-and-death slaughter of inheritance sword cultivators in the distant sky, quietly observing and recording, with no intention of entering the fray herself.

For law cultivators, progress did not require combat and slaughter.

For them, all of this was danger with no benefit whatsoever; advancement in strength had little to do with life-and-death bloody battles.

This was the inheritance disciple of the Immortal Artifact Sect, named Tianwen, the representative figure of the Dead Puppet faction, although her Dao protector came from the Living Puppet faction.

"Within the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, those who hold dominion and monopolize all benefits are the inheritance lineage of Taiyin and Taiyang."

"The remaining factions—Pure Yang lineage, Pure Yin lineage, Strength Sword lineage… numerous and varied, strong and weak alike, but none possess Near-Immortal level experts, and thus cannot overturn the rule of the inheritance Taiyin-Taiyang lineage."

"But what is terrifying is,"

"this sword cultivator—though his inheritance differs greatly, it is precisely the inheritance of a Taiyang lineage sword cultivator!"

"This background, this shared inheritance, along with his even greater personal strength, may very well draw the attention of many Taiyang sword cultivators, and even… the attention of the Taiyang Sword Lord!"

"Such a development of the situation might bring about the decline of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, or perhaps an even greater flourishing…"

Inheritance disciple Tianwen took out a jade slip and recorded a great deal of information upon it, to serve as a reference for the many elders of the sect in judging the situation in the future.

"Inheritance, what about the Taiyin lineage?"

Beside her, an old man wrapped in human skin, within whom white bones could faintly be seen forming a framework of flesh and blood gears, asked.

This was Shadow Puppet Divine Lord, a Divine Lord of the Living Puppet lineage.

He had become the Dao protector of the Dead Puppet faction's inheritance—an attempt by the Immortal Artifact Sect's internal forces to merge the Living Puppet and Dead Puppet factions. Living Puppets and Dead Puppets were not necessarily incapable of coexistence; there was no need for the current situation of fighting to the death, which only added pointless chaos to the sect.

Although he was a Combined Dao Divine Lord, powerful in strength, the secrets he grasped were not as comprehensive as those of the sect's inheritance.

"The Taiyin lineage will naturally oppose with all their might."

"They might even crudely cross realms to suppress and kill—Divine Lord Xuanyin was planning exactly that, but was stopped by his own Dao companion."

Inheritance disciple Tianwen smiled.

"This is the factor that might trigger a civil war within the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm."

"Although they are each other's Dao companions, and apart from very rare circumstances, their feelings for each other are indeed deep, they are ultimately two individual living beings, and cannot be completely aligned…"

……

In the sky,

Destruction lightning and resplendent sun clashed millions upon millions of times!

Sun and moon lost their

light, heaven and earth dimmed, tens of thousands of kilometers of space and rules were destroyed again and again, the slaughter between flying swords reaching the absolute pinnacle of frenzy.

Boom!

The resplendent sun, along with its Sword Lord, vomited blood and retreated backward.

The various destructive anomalies dissipated slightly, weakening the battlefield's fog somewhat, allowing many Soul Transformation and Nascent Soul sword cultivators to glimpse a bit of the situation.

"Trash?"

"Tell me, who is the trash? Trash."

Lei Ting Canghai Tianjun stood amidst endless destruction lightning, asking calmly.

His heart lake began to boil, his sword soul churned, yearning, and even his late Sword Realm swordsmanship was faintly pushing upward toward a breakthrough.

This was a worthy whetstone.

And his foundation and reserves were far too superior to his opponent's, as was the possibility of breakthrough through bloody battle—so long as there was an opponent, he could advance at tremendous speed. This was the advantage brought by an eighth-grade sword embryo and the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inheritance: for a very long time, no bottleneck could be seen.

This was why Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inheritance sword cultivators so intensely yearned for opponents—because they could bring immediate, tremendous advancement, causing a qualitative change in one's very life.

"Hahaha!"

"Fellow Daoist, you are right—I am trash."

Jiang Ding, fresh blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, laughed wildly in excitement, his eyes gone blood-red.

He had never before realized that his foundation and reserves were actually so thin, so fragile.

That under a more powerful materialist sword soul and quasi-Sword Spirit realm swordsmanship, in direct confrontation, he had been repeatedly forced back by a sword cultivator whose swordsmanship and sword soul were crude.

How could such an enemy be slain?

Swordsmanship!

Through swordsmanship, using one part of strength to leverage more strength, erupting with greater force, to smash through him head-on and slay him!

Clang!

The scorching sword cry shook the eight wildernesses of the universe.

"Come, fellow Daoist!"

Jiang Ding laughed wildly: "Take up the eighth-grade sword embryo of mine that you picked up, my Destruction Thunder Flame Dao Crystal—come, let us see how this sword of mine fares!"

"This sword is named Summon Rain!"

One sword emerged!

Across tens of thousands of kilometers, dark clouds instantly gathered, forcibly seizing the many thunderclouds and lightning within Lei Ting Canghai Tianjun's Order World domain, after which golden wind and fine rain appeared pattering, falling drop by drop.

Those raindrops containing threads of golden silk, falling into the destruction lightning, instantly swept clean a swath—the destruction lightning vanished soundlessly, leaving no trace, utterly extinguished.

The raindrops fell bit by bit.

The countless bolts of lightning, dark clouds, and ice and snow within the Destruction Lightning Order domain disappeared ceaselessly, like melting frost; the destruction order and lightning order shattered, and the will of forbidding law, extinguishing law, and destruction flooded the space between heaven and earth, seizing control of all the world's spiritual energy and order, proscribing all laws, standing alone supreme above and below.

The lightning and destruction order that had once filled the void and pressed down upon all directions melted away ceaselessly, exposing the Thunder Yang Heaven Sword Realm inheritance sword cultivators within the layered domains.

And between heaven and earth, the Great Sun and Six Paths Order pressed down upon all directions!

"Swordsmanship?"

"A sword art that contains a sliver of immortal comprehension?"

Suppressed by the world of radiance and a sun of destruction, the somewhat lonely-looking Lei Chong Guang Canghai Tianjun let out a cold laugh: "A wild cultivator from the lower realms, and you dare show off your clumsy sword art before the inheritance of a Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong?"

"Ignorance!"

"Such ignorance!"

"Heavenly Yang Tribulation Thunder Divine Light!"

He drew his sword and shouted fiercely.

Boom—!

In the sky, wind and rain suddenly rose in fury, winds whipping and clouds surging, lightning manifested from the world's heavens, its radiance shining in all directions, rippling outward like water waves, arriving in an instant at the speed of light, spreading across tens of thousands of kilometers.

This thunder-light fell in an instant upon that Golden Wind Fine Rain, causing the rain-summoning art to stiffen slightly, then collapse one after another.

Clearly, this Golden Wind Fine Rain was raindrops drifting through the sky, rooted within the great Dao's rules, undying and imperishable—yet when this thunder-light rippled forth, even space collapsed, the great Dao's rules twisted into chaos, no longer able to bear the imperishability of the golden-threaded raindrops, and they were utterly destroyed.

The thunder and dark clouds in the sky had only dissipated for a ten-thousandth of an instant before rumbling back into existence, pressing toward that resplendent sword Dao world with even fiercer might, the thunder shattering the radiance, ceaselessly expanding its own domain of thunder and the order of destruction.

The Sword-Breaking Domain art of the Lei Yang Heavenly Sword Realm was clearly stronger than the Rain-Summoning Sword!

This was the wisdom of prodigies and heroes gathered from successive generations of Lei Yang sword cultivators, who had added, deleted, and supplemented it, 汇聚 countless great wisdoms and great wills—far surpassing that crude single sword strike!

"Good!"

"So good!"

"Worthy of being a Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inheritance, it truly far surpasses me…"

Jiang Ding watched his own Sun Sword Domain continuously shattering, his gaze blood-red and fervent, awed by that profound and endless sword Dao wisdom, yet without fear.

"However,"

"Fellow Daoist Lei Chong Guang, this is not your sword art!"

"And Rain-Summoning is my sword art! A sword art I created!"

Jiang Ding raised a hand and pointed.

In an instant, the golden-threaded fine rain drifting through the sky changed—utterly agile and nimble—countless strands of golden-threaded fine rain converged toward the sword art nodes of the Heavenly Yang Tribulation Thunder Divine Light, descending, forcibly cutting off the thunder-light's expansion; though its power was inferior, and the gap was great, its flexibility far surpassed the opponent's.

It was flexibility, not speed—speed was likewise inferior.

Those sword art nodes were likewise changing, but beneath the predictions of a stronger Quasi-Sword Spirit Realm sword art, no change could escape; often the sword art nodes did indeed change, yet they actively changed toward where the Golden Wind Fine Rain had converged, seeking their own doom, instead accelerating

their own collapse.

The Heavenly Yang Tribulation Thunder Divine Light was blocked by the Golden Wind Fine Rain!