Chapter 910: Severing the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path with a Sword

Severing the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path with a Sword

"Spades? Jian Changsheng?"

Bai Ye puzzledly directed his gaze toward the highest Achievement Monument, and sure enough, he saw a familiar figure sneaking around on top of it.

"Why is he there..." Bai Ye was baffled.

"He was probably caught by the Imperial Remnants just like us?" Sun Bumian and Bai Ye had been caught themselves and were currently locked in a broken bowl, so seeing Jian Changsheng there naturally led them to this conclusion.

"Very likely... It seems his luck still isn't very good."

Previously, when they were being chased by the emperors, only Jian Changsheng was left alone. They had thought that after drawing the fire away, this guy would be able to escape disaster... Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, Jian Changsheng would also be caught and brought to "Flying Dragon in the Sky," and even locked atop Ying Zheng's Achievement Monument.

The two of them watched Jian Changsheng from afar, but because they were in the bowl, Jian Changsheng couldn't see them. They just saw the kid lying on his stomach on Ying Zheng's Achievement Monument, poking his head out to look around, muttering something under his breath, and then proceeding to lie flat on the ground and give up.

Sun Bumian: ...

At the same time, the hundreds of Imperial Remnants on the other Achievement Monuments also turned to look. The dense mass of golden figures floated silently above the mountain peaks, and the entirety of Flying Dragon in the Sky fell into a deathly silence.

Until a rumbling thunderclap erupted from behind the gap!

Boom—!!

Like a heavy train running at full speed crashing head-on into a wall, the already riddled crack was completely torn open. Pressure at the Nine Sovereign Tier surged in madly from outside the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path, and the hurricane blew a corner of the chaotic sky wide open!

Amidst the violent particle turbulence, a figure wearing a White Lab Coat, with hands in his pockets, floated out, suspended in the air.

Golden energy continuously intertwined behind him, sometimes taking the shape of rings like a blazing sun, sometimes forming a mysterious hexagram, and other times transforming into nine twinkling stars. From afar, he looked like a white-clad God wielding the mighty power of heaven and earth descending upon the world!

"That's..." Seeing that unfamiliar face, Bai Ye's brows furrowed deeply.

Sun Bumian's eyes narrowed slightly behind his Round Sunglasses, as if trying hard to recall something, before speaking with some uncertainty: "He should be the Lord of Hanging Jade... Ji Xuan?"

"How do you know?"

"I saw some news reports in the past... his face was on them, though I don't remember clearly." Sun Bumian paused for a moment. "But the scientific authority he controls is easy to remember, the name is very domineering."

"What is it?"

"I can't recall the scientific name, I only remember it's a kind of microscopic particle that everyone calls the 'God Particle.'"

"God Particle..." Bai Ye rubbed his chin. "The Higgs Boson?"

Sun Bumian looked at Bai Ye in shock. "You even know that???"

"I occasionally read books and learn a little something in my free time."

"..."

"If I remember correctly, the Higgs Boson is the particle that endows matter with 'mass.' And according to the mass-energy equivalence formula: E=mc², mass and energy are equivalent. So, while endowing matter with mass, he is essentially endowing all things with energy to a certain extent... Such mighty power can indeed bear the title of 'God Particle.'" Bai Ye looked thoughtful.

Sun Bumian stared blankly at Bai Ye, his eyes almost popping out of his head. It took him a full dozen seconds before he voiced the same question Mo Lian once had:

"You're a thief, why do you study so much??"

"I didn't study, I just casually skimmed through these few books." Bai Ye shrugged.

Sun Bumian's expression was incredibly colorful. Looking at Bai Ye, he felt that if this guy had been born a few hundred years earlier, he definitely would have been a super academic genius. Being a Thief Saint here now was truly a waste of his talents...

With his hands in his pockets, the Lord of Hanging Jade moved silently through the chaotic sky without taking a single step, as if his body was supported by an invisible force.

He swept his gaze over the more than four hundred mountain peaks stretching to the end of the sky, and the golden figures atop them, frowning slightly.

He spoke indifferently:

"Seeking immortality while alive, seeking imperishability after death. The feudal imperial system has been abolished for hundreds of years. I didn't expect that even here, so many remnants would still parasitize the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path, unwilling to leave...

"What? Are you reluctant to part with your grand ambitions and hegemonies, still wishing to recreate a feudal dynasty?"

These words seemed to enrage the numerous Imperial Remnants. Streams of majestic imperial might shot up from the Achievement Monuments into the sky, like a mighty golden tide pressing toward the Lord of Hanging Jade high above!

The Lord of Hanging Jade let out a cold snort. Countless particles swirled turbulently around him, seeming to form an invisible barrier that forcefully tore a gap in the surging imperial might. His White Lab Coat flapped wildly in the gale.

"Not to mention you are all just post-mortem remnants now, even at your peak, aside from a select few, the rest of you wouldn't even withstand a single blow from me...

"Whether you're angry or unwilling... My goal today is to flatten the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path.

"I'd like to see, which of you can stop me?"

The Lord of Hanging Jade's tone was incredibly calm, but his words were exceedingly domineering. He raised a hand and pointed at the sky, and a cross-shaped longsword formed from ultra-high-speed moving particles materialized!

It wasn't a sword of tangible matter, but rather a mass of energy compressed to the extreme, like a miniature sun. Because its internal structure was unstable, its reflection spectrum constantly changed—from orange to red, from red to purple, and from purple to black... Ultimately, it resembled a sword-shaped pitch-black abyss, seemingly capable of swallowing everything.

World-destroying pressure emanated from that sword. The Lord of Hanging Jade formed a sword mudra and pointed through the void, and the sword shot forward like the flying swords in Xianxia movies!

The Black Longsword cleaved through the majestic imperial might, instantly decapitating the Imperial Remnant closest to the Lord of Hanging Jade. Energy surged out from the sword's momentum like a scorching black tide, submerging several other nearby remnants along with it!

A continuous stream of Imperial Remnants rose from their respective Achievement Monuments, mobilizing their respective "achievements" to charge at the Lord of Hanging Jade. Over four hundred emperors attacked one after another, their momentum massive. Yet the Lord of Hanging Jade, alone with a single sword, carved a bloody path through them like a demon god, almost beating the entire Flying Dragon in the Sky level into a crumbling state.

"Who is this guy?? Is he that fierce??"

Lying on Ying Zheng's Achievement Monument, Jian Changsheng watched as the Lord of Hanging Jade slaughtered his way through the numerous emperors and slowly approached his location, his eyes wide with shock.

Although the Lord of Hanging Jade had taken action, it would still take time for him to fight his way through so many Achievement Monuments to reach the depths. Meanwhile, Sun Bumian and Bai Ye, who were in the bowl, also witnessed the entire process, their expressions somewhat peculiar.

"Does manipulating the Higgs Boson require those flashy sword mudras?" Sun Bumian couldn't help but ask.

"...Probably not."

"Then what's he trying to do, posing like a Sword Immortal?"

Bai Ye looked at the Lord of Hanging Jade in the melee, who was "manipulating the sword with Qi," with his "white clothes fluttering," possessing the "bearing of a Sword Immortal." He pondered for a moment.

"...To serve a stylistic purpose?"