Chapter 885

With only a few sword strikes, he tore apart and shattered the three thunder dragons, causing them to completely dissipate and return to the world between heaven and earth!

The Sword Saint Tribulation has passed!

The sword soul successfully condensed, and the domain has fully taken shape!

He had plotted for nearly a hundred years, and finally stepped into the Sword Saint realm, becoming the sole Sword Saint of this era!

Wang Jizhou sheathed his holy weapon, clasped his hands behind his back, slightly raised his head, his face full of arrogance:

"From this day forth, I, Wang Jizhou, shall be the supreme of this world's sword Dao!"

"All sword cultivators under heaven who see me shall be as if seeing an immortal!"

As his words fell, his domain unfurled, stirring the wind and clouds to shift, and the high sky instantly transformed from day into night!

To change the heavens and swap the sun—this is merely the tip of the iceberg of the Sword Saint domain!

At this moment, beneath the horrified gazes of countless sword cultivators at the foot of the mountain.

Wang Jizhou's figure flashed, and he suddenly vanished from where he stood.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived high in the sky, descending beside the Heart Sword Sect's Sect Master, Wang Junyi.

"Pay... paying respects to... Old Ancestor..."

Seeing the Old Ancestor suddenly appear before him, Wang Junyi was so terrified on the spot that his soul nearly fled his body, instinctively wanting to escape.

Seeing this, Wang Jizhou's face showed disdain: "What's the panic for? With such a state of mind, how can you accomplish great things in the future?!"

"It's merely a small Heart Sword Sect. Now that this Old Ancestor has smoothly broken through to the Sword Saint realm, with such strength, wanting to re-establish a faction within this Moon Hua—would that not be effortless?"

"This... this Saint will not only re-establish the sect, becoming its founding ancestor, but also lead the sect toward unprecedented glory!"

"As for the clan? Heh heh, even if every clansman were to die to the last, what of it? As long as this Saint and you remain, marrying another hundred, thousand, or ten thousand women—reproducing the Wang clan anew, what difficulty is there?"

"Yi'er, you only need to know that in this world, only one's own strength is the foundation of everything; all external possessions can be discarded!"