Chapter 236: This Willow Branch, I'm Set on Taking It!

Within the mountain treasure, a streak of silver sword qi manifested, its aura piercing the heavens, as if it would obliterate everything.

It was a single sheet of silver metallic paper, covered in patterns that revealed mysterious symbols, emanating wave after wave of ferocious sword qi, unstoppable and capable of cleaving any physical form.

A simple sheet of paper, silver-white in color, its ringing sword hums slaying the heart and shaking the soul, overwhelming one's spirit; it was not a sword itself, but merely the vessel that recorded the sword art.

Fang Yu saw the onrushing sword qi, and the supreme-grade treasure Cave Mystic Spirit Armor was donned by him; at the same time, magic power circulated, seizing wave after wave of sword qi, gradually refining them, which immediately raised the might of his Great Freedom Mystic Gold Sword Qi by a considerable amount.

The sword qi contained within this silver-white sheet of paper was simply too sharp and too terrifying; Fang Yu had a feeling that it completely surpassed the Great Freedom Mystic Gold Sword Qi, one of the eight great divine abilities of Yuhua Sect—at the very least it was a level above a supreme divine ability like Instant Kill, perhaps even higher.

Because what was recorded on this silver sheet of paper was the Grass-Character Sword Art, one of the three great sword arts of this world, representing the ultimate in offensive sword Dao of this realm, hailed as an invincible art.

Of the three great sword arts, one was called the Pacification Art, known throughout the world; it had once forcibly halted an invasion from another domain during the mid Immortal Ancient era, bringing peace to the chaos of the world.

And the Grass-Character Sword Art, also one of the three great sword arts—if truly cultivated to its peak, could cleave through ancient and modern, granting a glimpse of eternity.

Its glory belonged to an even more ancient era.

In the Immortal Ancient years, there were ten beings known as the Ten Evils, who could contend with Immortal Kings; among the Ten Evils was one who was a single stalk of grass, its leaves like swords, nine of them growing together; when the nine leaves turned, heaven and earth overturned, sword qi split open the great cosmos, unmatched beneath the heavens.

No one knew whether that stalk of grass's realm was truly that of an Immortal King, for before it could shine and blaze, it perished all too early.

During the Immortal Ancient great war, that stalk of grass was most unfortunate—it happened to encounter four Undying Kings crossing realms, and it was rooted right there, unable to avoid it, with no choice but to fight a bloody battle.

No matter how strong that stalk of grass was, able to casually cleave down great worlds with a single move, it could not possibly be a match for four Undying Kings; though no one witnessed this battle with their own eyes, from an immeasurable distance one could see endless sword qi tearing open the sea of stars and slicing through the great cosmos.

In the end, that stalk of grass never appeared again.