Chapter 582: The Defeat of the Nameless, the Blood of the Heavenly Sword

Outside Baijian Villa.

Yu Liancheng's thoughts stirred, and the mysterious, unfathomable, and peerless power of Heaven's Weeping suddenly erupted. A profound and inscrutable radiance drifted out, condensing into a surging long river that charged toward Wuming.

Wuming's movement technique was extremely brilliant, but this river of radiance was vast and mighty, covering the sky and earth as it descended, leaving him with nowhere to hide and nowhere to evade.

More importantly, he did not sense any killing intent or power from this radiance.

Thus, he allowed the radiance to envelop him.

Countless fragments flowed within the radiance, and every fragment represented a heavy piece of history.

Wuming's vision blurred, and in a trance, he found himself back at the Sword Sect, the place where he had learned the sword.

Then, he saw a person.

A person he was not unfamiliar with.

A person he had even once revered.

He had looked at this person's portrait countless times.

But this person should absolutely not have appeared.

Because this person was the creator of the first style of sword technique, the first Sect Master of the Sword Sect, and also the smith of the Hero Sword in Wuming's hand—the Dajianshi!

The Dajianshi had an ancient and simple appearance, with a dignified bearing; the sword he held was quite ordinary and archaic, yet it already possessed the prototype of the Hero Sword. I wonder if the Dajianshi forged the awe-inspiring Hero Sword based on the sword in his hand back then?

"Very good, the Hero Sword has been lonely for a thousand years, and finally has its master." The Dajianshi looked at Wuming and nodded with a smile, his expression quite gratified.

"Junior... Junior Wuming, greets the Grandmaster..."

Although Wuming understood that the Dajianshi before him was a phantom illusion, out of respect for this senior of the sword, he still cupped his hands and bowed.

"No need for small talk; let me see to what extent the Sword Dao has developed after a thousand years. Let me also see if you are worthy of the Hero Sword."

The Dajianshi drew his sword from its sheath; the sword light was like a flying swan or a silk ribbon, and like the Changjiang or the vast sea, it surged toward Wuming.

Facing this powerhouse who might be his Grandmaster, Wuming dared not be arrogant; his Wuming Sword suddenly left its sheath, and he met the attack.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In an instant, the sword lights intersected; there were no longer the figures of the Dajianshi and Wuming between heaven and earth, only two streaks of lightning cutting through the sky, constantly shifting and moving.

But this was not real lightning, but sword light more brilliant and soul-stirring than lightning.

This battle was magnificent and peerless, worthy of being called the peak battle of the Sword Dao. If it could be seen by people of the Edo, it would surely be recorded in history and passed down to later generations.

The Dajianshi was the first person to create sword techniques, and the era he lived in had not yet developed sword techniques to today's profound and mysterious level. Therefore, his sword techniques were filled with a sense of grandeur and boundless vastness, as if they were the rushing rivers of the Manghuang era.

As for Wuming, he used the self-created Nameless Sword Technique; every move and every style appeared straightforward, without many changes, but in reality, they were beyond change, exhausting all possibilities in the world. Compared to the Sword Saint's Holy Spirit Sword Technique, it was even better.

Of course, that was assuming there was no Sword Twenty-Three.

Clang!

The two swords clashed once more.

The loud noise that erupted this time could be described as earth-shattering.

The firmament of the sky was trembling from afar.

The two figures separated as soon as they met.

A moment later.

A sword mark appeared on the Dajianshi's chest.

"I have lost; indeed, the world must progress, and the later generations must surpass the present. Purely in terms of sword technique, you are already above me." The Dajianshi spoke slowly, weak and powerless. It seemed as if all his essence, energy, and spirit had flowed out along with that previous sword wound.

"This junior only won by half a move against the Grandmaster," Wuming said respectfully. "If I were to truly fight the Grandmaster, the one to lose would most likely be this junior."

In the sword fight just now, although he won by half a move, that was only a comparison of sword moves.

And a true battle was an all-encompassing confrontation; sword moves were only one aspect of it.

The Dajianshi had once tempered himself with ten thousand swords, and it was rumored that his physical body had reached the realm of Golden Body, impervious to blades and spears.

If one only won by half a move in sword technique, I fear it would be impossible to injure the opponent at all, so how could one decide the victory?

"A loss is a loss. You have three opponents; I am the first, and the two behind will not be easy to deal with. Be careful." The Dajianshi's figure became increasingly faint.

Just as Wuming was about to ask a question, the Dajianshi had completely disappeared.

And the scene before his eyes changed rapidly again; Wuming found himself in a massive ice cave.

And on the ice cave, four large characters were written—Xukong Tianjie.

"Wuming."

An ethereal and grand voice sounded.

Wuming followed the sound and looked, already seeing a massive figure behind the ice surface, as unfathomable as the heavens: "You are a descendant of the Sword Sect; come to think of it, I also once studied under the Sword Sect, served as the Sword Sect Master, and even learned the Sword Sect's peerless secret—Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin. Today, this seat shall use this 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin' to meet you, this descendant of the Sword Sect."

Wuming had not yet answered.

The massive figure sitting behind the ice surface waved a hand, and immediately, the sounds of *crack, crack* echoed incessantly within the ice cave; cracks appeared on the solid ice, and then it shattered with a boom.

These shattered ice blocks did not fall to the ground but hovered in the void, pointing their sharp ends toward Wuming, with Sword Qi spraying out.

In Wuming's Perception, every piece of solid ice was a sword.

Now, countless "swords" were aimed at Wuming.

Wuming did not speak, but held the Hero Sword, silently adjusting his breath, a look of anticipation appearing in his eyes.

He also really wanted to see what kind of power the Sword Sect's "Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin" truly possessed.

"Go!"

A soft call.

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! *

The sound of breaking through the air grew loud.

Countless shards of ice transformed into immeasurable sword shadows, sharp and peerless Sword Qi filled every inch of space, cold ice obscured the vision, whistling out and turning into lightning that pierced through everything, rushing toward Wuming like mercury pouring onto the ground.

"Is this the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin?"

Wuming whispered softly, raising his hand to execute the move "Yinxing Maming." The Hero Sword in his hand suddenly transformed into a wheel of light, enveloping his entire body. The shattered ice struck the light wheel, wave after wave, continuously emitting "bang, bang, bang, bang" explosive sounds. With Wuming as the center, the sounds of air explosions were incessant, and the cold air currents were pushed in all directions.

The light wheel formed by the sword light gradually grew dim, and Wuming's arms also began to feel sore and weak.

He let out a sudden, explosive shout, swung the long sword in his hand, and deflected the ice sword of the Divine Sword. With a tap of his toes, he shot out like lightning, thrusting his long sword rapidly to strike at the giant phantom.

This move, Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, was truly astonishing.

The ice sword was like a heavenly river, without beginning or end, never ceasing.

And to resolve this move, rather than sitting and waiting for death, it was better to subdue the person wielding the sword.

"Hehe, worthy of being my descendant, daring to draw a sword against 'Heaven.' Then take another move from me—Imperial Heaven Mad Thunder."

Boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

A moment later.

The blood-bathed Wuming saw his third opponent.

After two bloody, bitter battles, he was no longer at his peak and had even suffered heavy injuries.

But whether it was the duel with the Dajianshi or the exchange with that mysterious person, both had given him great inspiration. It allowed his long-stagnant Sword Dao cultivation to actually make progress again.

Therefore, although he was injured now, facing this final opponent, it was not impossible to fight.

Wuming saw a person.

He saw this person holding a Green Dragon Crescent Blade, nine feet tall, with a two-foot beard. Phoenix eyes. Silkworm eyebrows. He had a dignified appearance and an imposing manner. His features were almost exactly the same as Guan Shengdijun, only his face was not the color of a ripe jujube, but as fair as jade.

Soon, the face of this person who looked just like Guan Gong turned a jujube red, and strands of blood-red energy permeated the air. At the same time, Wuming also felt a blade intent.

A blade intent that was invincible under heaven.

Under this peerless, invincible blade intent, even Wuming, the Martial Arts Myth, actually felt a sense of trembling.

Trembling because of fear.

And then.

There was no then.

In front of Baijian Villa, Wuming was swept into the light released by "Heaven's Weeping," disappearing without a trace.

Suddenly!

Wuming's figure flew out from the light where Heaven's Weeping was located, bringing with it a violent gale. He crashed through who knows how many large trees, crossing a distance of several dozen zhang like a meteorite, before finally coming to a stop.

Wuming's aura was extremely weak; he barely supported his body with his hands, half-kneeling on the ground. Blood flowed continuously from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes still revealed a lingering sense of fear.

Too strong!

Such a shocking and world-defying blade technique simply should not exist in the human world.

The three-style blade technique the little girl used earlier seemed to have been derived from this peerless blade move. But the power and speed between the two were as different as heaven and abyss.

If he was not mistaken, this blade was the legendary—Love of the City.

"Heh, this is the blood of the Martial Arts Myth; it cannot be wasted."

Yu Liancheng chuckled, his fingers forming a sword shape, and he lifted them upward; the blood floated up from the ground. With another swipe, the blood flew toward the direction of the Sword Pool.

Hum, hum, hum!

A series of excited, vibrating sounds emanated from the Sword Pool.

And the long sword condensed from Sword Qi above the villa became increasingly solid, possessing an even greater heroic spirit of "pitying all living beings and sacrificing one's life for righteousness."

Wuming gave a bitter smile.

"My original intention was to take this sword away, or prevent it from being born. But I didn't expect that I would instead accelerate its birth."

Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "Things in this world, how can they all go according to human calculations?"

Wuming was silent for a long while, his aura gradually steadying, as he looked at the ancient characters in Yu Liancheng's hand: "Is this the rumored Heaven's Weeping? Was everything I experienced earlier also the work of Heaven's Weeping?"

"Correct!" Yu Liancheng nodded: "Heaven's Weeping records everything that has happened from ancient times to the present. I just pulled you into Heaven's Weeping earlier, letting you fight three experts. Of course, that was an illusory realm, based on the mind, not traveling through time and space."

This Heaven's Weeping might not be the number one creation in this world, but it could certainly contend for the top three.

Heaven's Weeping could not only pry into many secrets of the world, but after Yu Liancheng's five years of dedicated research, he could now pull others into Heaven's Weeping and then use the experts from the "Wind and Cloud World" throughout history to crush the opponent.

Yu Liancheng even wanted to go a step further.

He could leave a strand of energy from the experts he encountered in the future and seal it within Heaven's Weeping.

And at a critical moment, that strand of sealed energy could erupt, executing the peak move of the person who left it, after which the energy would dissipate.

"With your cultivation, it is already earth-shattering. Coupled with this mysterious Heaven's Weeping, you can hardly find an opponent in heaven or on earth; why create more killing weapons?" Wuming looked toward the direction of the Sword Pool and sighed.

"You are wrong." Yu Liancheng shook his head and said: "Not to mention the heavens beyond the heavens, even in this world alone, there are unimaginable experts and great enemies. Once my divine weapon is forged, perhaps if the mood strikes me, I will write another 'Panic Ranking' to let you all broaden your horizons. Alright, the blood of the Heavenly Sword is in hand, we shall meet again if fate allows."

"Wait!"

Just as Yu Liancheng turned around, Wuming suddenly said: "From the three exchanges earlier, I have gained some insights and would like to ask City Lord Yu for some guidance."

"Oh, it seems you are not yet willing to give up." A smile appeared at the corner of Yu Liancheng's mouth; he turned around and beckoned to Wuming: "Very well, come, let me see what exactly you have realized?"

Wuming had reached the realm of the Heavenly Sword, unparalleled in history, and combined with his own comprehension and his lifelong tortuous experiences, his foundation was profound; for him, all that was lacking was insight.

So much so that during the era of the Millennium Tribulation, Wuming was able to continuously level up while sitting still, never losing his value.

It was no surprise that he had gained some insights after clashing with three peerless powerhouses earlier.

"Be careful."

Wuming held the Hero Sword, thrusting the long sword out, and a sense of sorrow welled up spontaneously.

As this sword was thrust out, layers upon layers of sword nets covered the area, and the sense of sorrow within the sword momentum grew even stronger, as if it could cause all things to wither and make heaven and earth feel sad and sorrowful.

It was precisely "Sorrowful and Unexplained."

This sword might not be the strongest among the "Unexplained Sword Art" created by Wuming himself, but it was the most profound move. Because this sword did not look at sword momentum or Internal Force; it looked at the sorrow in one's heart.

The more sorrowful one was in their heart, the more powerful this sword would be.

At the very instant this sword was thrust, Wuming's wrist rotated slightly, and the aura belonging to the Heavenly Sword diffused outward.

This aura spread across a radius of ten zhang, transforming into a wild, swirling gale that whipped up weeds and leaves.

These leaves and weeds emitted an aura as sharp as a sword, suddenly thrusting straight toward Yu Liancheng.

It turned out that Wuming had actually grasped a trace of the mystery belonging to Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

Of course, this realization was still shallow; for now, he could only control grass and leaves, and he still had to drive them with Sorrowful and Unexplained.

But even so, it was enough to be astonishing.

In an instant, Yu Liancheng was plunged into an ocean of "swords."

Flowers, grass, and leaves could all serve as swords.

And the most terrifying sword was, of course, the Hero Sword in Wuming's hand.

Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly having no intention of making a move.

And indeed, he would not make a move.

Within his eyes, the Yanjing driven by Maha Wuliang was condensing.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

When Wuming's sword thrust to within reach, Yu Liancheng used his Yanjing as a sword and finally thrust out two swords.

If one were to say Wuming's sword was a sword of emotion, a sword of sorrow.

Then Yu Liancheng's "Sword from the Pupils" was a sword of absolute extremity, a sword of death, capable of extinguishing all things without a ripple of emotion.

Such a sword, naturally, possessed not the slightest bit of emotion.

The two streaks of Sword Qi spiraled as they struck out, instantly colliding countless times with the Hero Sword.

Every collision was not only a clash of swords, but also a clash of Sword Intent.

The two diametrically opposed Sword Intents ground against each other and dissipated almost simultaneously.

The foundation of the sword "Sorrowful and Unexplained" was the intent of sorrow itself; once the sorrowful Sword Intent dissipated, the power of that sword plummeted, and naturally, it could no longer be thrust forward.

The flowers, grass, and leaves that had originally been less than half a chi from Yu Liancheng, lacking the guidance of the Hero Sword, became ordinary foliage and rustled to the ground.

"You have lost."

"I have lost."

"Then pay the price for challenging this seat!"

Wuming retreated.

As the loser, Yu Liancheng used a sword-finger to carve a long wound on him, drawing his blood toward the Sword Pool so that the peerless divine artifact could thoroughly feast on the blood of the Heavenly Sword.

However, the blood of the Heavenly Sword alone was far from enough.

Originally, Yu Liancheng had intended to use that peerless Sword Intent to incite the covetousness of the martial arts heroes, drawing them in to seize the sword.

This plan had been quite successful initially, with batches of fellows coming one after another to throw their lives away.

But this Ruyi plan did not ultimately pan out.

Because the pugilistic world had fallen into chaos.

First, the World Association collapsed, and the major factions were thrown into a muddle.

Then, Juexin, the son of Jue Wushen from Dongying, led five thousand Ghost Rakshasas to bathe the Central Plains in blood.

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