Chapter 3437

This scene left countless sword cultivators nearly breathless, falling into deathly silence!

Their gazes, trembling, turned toward the summit of Sword Emperor Mountain.

That hazy, indistinct figure, drifting amidst endless rain of light, was utterly transcendent.

Though faint, it was utterly otherworldly—like a sword immortal, as if all myriad beings in the world would kneel in worship beneath his feet.

"He is... Jun Wentiān!"

Even the great ones of the Sword Clan spoke with trembling voices!

After countless ages, Jun Wentiān's figure has actually reappeared upon Sword Emperor Mountain!

But it is clearly not the true Jun Wentiān.

Many Sword Clan members have also realized this.

This should be the sword mark left by Jun Wentiān on Sword Emperor Mountain in the past, containing his sword essence and sword intent.

After countless ages, it was sensed and activated by the bloodline of Jun Xiaoyao, also of the Jun clan, coalescing into this residual shadow.

Though it is merely an illusory phantom.

Yet it brings to everyone a feeling of utter transcendence beyond imagination.

Its towering presence upon the summit of Sword Emperor Mountain seems capable of overlooking the vast starry expanse, pressing down the sword upon all realms, severing time and ages.

"This is... the Sword God Jun Wentiān!"

All sword cultivators present, upon seeing that transcendent, peerless shadow, harbored deep shock in their eyes.

Even giving rise to an irresistible urge to kneel and worship.

This is not merely the reaction of ordinary sword cultivators.

Even those Sword Clan powerhouses, elders and great ones, likewise felt compelled to kneel and submit under pressure.

Perhaps only Jun Xiaoyao among those present felt no such sensation.

On the contrary, he instead felt something very familiar, very stirring.

Stemming from their shared bloodline origin.

And at this moment, the gaze of Jun Wentiān's phantom seemed to fall upon Jun Xiaoyao as well.

Jun Xiaoyao also slightly clasped his hands in gesture.

"Jun clan descendant, Jun Xiaoyao, pays respects to Senior Jun Wentiān."

His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, carrying the respect of a junior toward a senior.

"Not bad."

Two words, spoken from Jun Wentiān's mouth, carrying appreciation.

To have the Sword God Jun Wentiān utter a single "not bad" is, for sword cultivators, nothing short of the highest honor.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao remained unmoved by praise or disgrace.

He also gave a slight smile and nod, saying: "Senior flatters me; in the way of the sword, I truly do not deserve the title of sword cultivator."

What Jun Xiaoyao said was indeed the truth.

After all, he does not specialize in the sword path; to have achieved his current level is truly due to cheating and overpowered advantages.

"Though you do not specialize in the sword, since you possess such ability, there is no need to undervalue yourself."

Jun Wentiān's eyes held appreciation.

Among the Jun clan's descendants, to have such a monstrous talent who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him in the sword path...

Jun Wentiān could only feel gratified.

"The Pacifying Heaven Technique—have you mastered it?" Jun Wentiān asked.

Jun Xiaoyao nodded.

Jun Wentiān's gaze turned toward a certain direction in the distance, also revealing a hint of a smile.

"Just defeated foes."

He looked once more at Jun Xiaoyao.

"Little brat, watch well."

"The sword, is used like this."

As Jun Wentiān's words fell, he reached out.

Though he held no sword in his hand.

Yet for the Sword God Jun Wentiān, having a sword or not is no longer of utmost importance.

As Jun Wentiān moved.

Clang—clang!

A sword cultivator in horror discovered that the sword in his scabbard was trembling uncontrollably.

Then, beyond his control, it rang out with a clang and shot free from its scabbard, flying straight toward Jun Wentiān!

Its posture seemed like a kind of return, as if paying homage to the god within the sword!

Following the first sword tearing through the void.

Then came the second, then the third!

Know that the number of sword cultivators who came to Sword Emperor Mountain to pay homage is astonishing.

Yet at this moment, all sword cultivators were horrified to discover.

That their own natal swords, which should belong to them, were completely beyond their control, flying toward Jun Wentiān.

It seemed that being usable by Jun Wentiān was a sword's greatest honor.

Clatter-clatter-clatter!

In the void, the sound of sword cries spread like a flood.

It was dense and countless, with numerous long swords breaking through the air.

Even the powerful elders of the Sword Clan found it difficult to control their swords as they broke through the air.

Dense and countless, the numerous long swords gathered into a vast sword river, covering the sky and earth, surrounding the void around Jun Wentian.

At this moment, surrounded by countless divine swords, Jun Wentian's figure blurred, like an unparalleled sword immortal.

Know that this is merely the image condensed from the residual sword essence of Jun Wentian.

Even Jun Xiaoyao took a deep breath.

He had seen not a few of the Jun family's strongest.

Like during the dark turmoil, though his true form had not arrived, he could weaken the end-times main combat power across endless time and space with a single palm—Jun Qitian, the Jun family's one emperor of all ages.

Like during the annihilation-era black calamity, with one move he slaughtered hundreds of billions of black calamity beings, hard-resisting the calamity source祭主—Jun Clan's ancestor, Dao Huang Jun Cangsheng.

And now, seeing again the legend of the vast starry sky, the Sword God Jun Wentian.

Jun Xiaoyao then understood why the Jun family could be passed down eternally.

Such super big shots, one person alone could prop up the clan's backbone!

Moreover, within the Jun family, there were far more than just these foundations.

While Jun Xiaoyao's heart trembled, he was also carefully observing.

Obviously, Jun Wentian's execution of this move was to teach Jun Xiaoyao, to give him a demonstration.

As for the demonstration's target.

Naturally, it was his former defeated subordinate, the Magic Sword King!

"No matter how many changes he has, only my one sword can level the heavens."

Jun Wentian spoke the true essence of the Ping Tian Jue—simple and plain, one sword can level the heavens.

And around Jun Wentian's body, countless divine swords followed the flow of his sword essence意念.

Boom—boom—boom, transforming into an unimaginable sword qi long river, obscuring the sky and covering the earth as it surged forward!

Sword qi crisscrossing the three thousand worlds, one sword light chilling the universe!

This unimaginable sword river directly surged out of the rear mountain, surged out of the Sword Realm.

Even crossing the cosmic star river, all great realms.

Straightly sweeping toward one realm domain with a mighty crash!

That realm domain was precisely the Snow Moon Ancient Realm!

At the same time.

The strong warriors of the Jie Organization guarding outside the Snow Moon Ancient Realm felt an unimaginable fluctuation surging toward them!

"Not good, could it be that the Sword Clan strong ones have discovered it?"

"Quickly stop it, otherwise the formation will be broken!" a strong warrior of the Jie Organization shouted fiercely.

Boom!

Several strong warriors of the Jie Organization made a move, among them not lacking some extremely powerful existences.

Each strong warrior, if their identity were exposed, would all be a regional hegemon and powerful one.

They all acted together, wanting to block the incoming means.

However, when they saw the howling, surging sword river approaching.

Even if they were well-informed and knowledgeable, they couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air, their spirits trembling.

Boundless sun and moon, millions of stars, before the vast sword river, instantly crushed into powder!

Along the path it passed, it formed a spatial trench like a deep abyss canyon!

Boom!

Even if these strong warriors of the Jie Organization exhausted all their strength, acting together, erupting in天波动.

But before this mighty sword river, they were like ants swept away by a river, instantly annihilated within it!

The mighty sword river directly split open the hidden formation outside the Snow Moon Ancient Realm.

It broke open that sealed world, straightly falling toward the Demon-Subduing Sword Valley.

And at this moment, in the Demon-Subduing Sword Valley.

Including Zhao Bei Xuan, and even all the strong warriors of the Jie Organization.

All felt the incoming terrifying fluctuation.

"That is..."

Zhao Bei Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

The Sword Clan should not have discovered this place's movement so quickly!

Immediately, he discovered.

The heavenly light of the entire sealed world was all obscured.

It was not that the sky had darkened.

But rather...

Dense and countless, mighty and endless sword river, pressing down on the entire sky, straightly charging toward the Demon-Subduing Sword Valley!

Sword intent mighty, unstoppable!