Chapter 377: The Wanshang Jing Ancestor Acts!

"Wan Jian Return to Origin?!"

Chen Mu, carrying Long Tuti, was pushing his body technique to its absolute limit as he fled outward; hearing the clear cry, he instinctively turned his head once more.

That glance caught precisely the scene that shook his spirit to its core—

From deep within the chaotic clouds, churned by the demonic dragon's aura and the remnants of its self-destruction, a "Duan Tianhe" of indescribable brilliance and grandeur suddenly poured down.

It was not a true river of heaven, but a "Sword Qi River" forged from pure, immensely powerful sword qi!

It seemed to descend from beyond the nine heavens, ignoring spatial distance, slicing through rolling demonic clouds and chaotic energy currents, carrying an unyielding will to sever all things and purify heaven and earth, straight toward the rampaging three-headed Elder Chi Yan.

At first, the Sword Qi River was but a single stream, but as it fell, before the eyes of Chen Mu, Long Tuti, and countless fleeing survivors within and beyond the valley, that sword qi seemingly capable of piercing heaven and earth suddenly split into two, then four, then eight… like the mysterious transformation at the dawn of the universe, in the blink of an eye, it divided into tens of thousands.

Shh~ shh~ shh~

The sharp whistling of wind sounded like countless birds singing, echoing across sky and ground.

Each divided sword qi was exquisitely refined, shimmering with varying hues of green, gold, white, or purple, yet all contained the same origin, unified and terrifying sword intent.

More astonishingly, a vast, gentle yet impossibly strong and resilient aura, as soft as water yet boundless in power, instantly pierced through the entire void with the emergence of these myriad sword qi.

"Hum—"

"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng—"

On the ground, in the valley, and across a radius of dozens of li, every sword worn by martial cultivators—

Whether ordinary steel or iron, blades sharp enough to cut through metal, or spirit-infused spirit swords and mysterious weapons—

At that moment, as if summoned by the supreme authority, all simultaneously emitted clear, deep, or stirring vibrations.

The next instant!

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh—"

Countless long swords, short swords, heavy swords, flexible swords… broke free from their masters' hands and scabbards, becoming streaks of light, like countless rivers returning to the sea, surging upward from the ground, from fleeing crowds, from ruins, even from beside dead cultivators, and without hesitation flew toward the "Sword Qi River" spanning the heavens.

Wan Jian Pay Homage, converging into a stream!

The already immense Sword Qi River, after absorbing these countless swords from all directions, swelled again in volume, its light blazing brighter, truly becoming a "Sword River" stretching across the horizon, flowing with endless sharpness and destruction!

Where this "Sword River" passed, the void itself seemed unable to bear its sharpness and weight, visibly warping and rippling in transparent waves, like a stone cast into a calm lake—strange and terrifying.

Chen Mu felt his "Xian Long Sword" trembling violently, humming with a desire to join it, a powerful pulling force trying to wrench it from its scabbard.

Instantly startled, he immediately channeled his true qi, gripping the hilt tightly, pouring qi into the blade, forcibly suppressing its unrest, preventing it from leaving him as well.

"Want to come with me?"

Chen Mu muttered, steadying his stance as he hovered midair, turning his gaze sharply toward the valley, his pupils contracting involuntarily.

"Such powerful sword intent… summoning ten thousand swords, transforming qi into a river, causing ripples in the void… this sword realm is at least seventh tier! Perhaps even higher!"

"Wan Jian Return to Origin! This is the sect's ultimate technique, 'Wan Jian Return to Origin'!"

On his back, Long Tuti forgot her fear, her face flushed with excitement, her big dark eyes fixed on the awe-inspiring Sword River as she cried out, "Only someone from the Wan Jian Mountain's legendary Wanshang Jing ancestor could unleash such scale and power in Wan Jian Return to Origin!"

"Wanshang Jing ancestor?!"

Hearing this, Chen Mu froze, then a surge of wild joy rose in his heart.

That was a being beyond the Tiangong realm, a true titan standing at the pinnacle of this world!

With such a figure intervening, that monstrous three-headed Elder Chi Yan…

"So… does that mean the demonic dragon is doomed?" Chen Mu's voice carried a hint of anticipation.

"It should die, right?"

Long Tuti tilted her small head, thinking rapidly, "The three-headed Elder Chi Yan just broke free from its seal—its power certainly hasn't recovered to its ancient peak. With a Wanshang Jing ancestor personally attacking, especially a sword cultivator known for offensive power, this dragon has almost no chance of escape."

As the two spoke, the vast "Sword River,"汇聚了 myriad sword qi and countless physical swords, slammed into the colossal, mountain-like body of the three-headed Elder Chi Yan with unstoppable force.

"Boom—"

"Boom隆!!!"

The earth-shattering roar seemed ready to shatter the heavens; an energy storm more violent than the Tiangong realm's self-destruction exploded instantly!

"Aohou—"

The three-headed Elder Chi Yan let out a deafening roar of agony and fury, its sonic waves forming tangible shockwaves that pushed back the surrounding erupting lava.

Its incredibly hard, iron-like crimson scales shattered, curled, and peeled off in vast patches under the scouring and slicing of the Sword River.

Especially on one side of its body, struck directly by the sharpest "head" of the Sword River, a grotesque blood-wound over ten meters in diameter was torn open.

Scalding, pungent with sulfur and foul stench, dragon blood gushed forth like a waterfall, staining the lava below and the sky red; the thick scent of blood rose into the heavens, detectable dozens of li away.

The searing pain fully unleashed the primal ferocity of this ancient beast!

Its remaining three monstrous heads thrashed wildly, jaws gaping wide, spewing three terrifying beams of crimson, dark gold, and blazing white—thicker and more condensed than before—not striking randomly, but converging precisely on the direction from which the Sword River came.

Simultaneously, its hundreds-of-meters-long body whipped violently, fully breaking free from the boiling lava lake below, dragging a rain of fire, wrapped in the fury to burn heaven and boil seas, surging upward to confront the Wanshang Jing ancestor of Wan Jian Mountain, whose form remained unseen in the distant sky.

"Hum~!"

"Boom隆~!"

"Crack—!"

Even denser, more terrifying roars erupted in succession, as if the heavens themselves were collapsing.

High in the sky, it had become the ultimate battleground of sword qi and demonic dragon power.

Countless sword qi crisscrossed and sliced, manifesting infinite sword shadows—some like waterfalls cascading, some like star rain falling, some coalescing into mountains, some dispersing into seas, shattering and vaporizing the clouds across a hundred li, revealing the deep starry void beyond.

Though it was daytime, the energy distorted light, creating bizarre phenomena.

The roars and bellows of the three-headed Elder Chi Yan, accompanied by beams of light, claw swipes, and tail lashes, shook the earth for dozens of li; the terrifying sound waves and spiritual shocks made Chen Mu, a hundred li away, feel waves of heart-pounding dread…