Chapter 600: Refining the Sword Realm

Sword Realm.

A small world formed by the convergence of countless sword thoughts.

Here, there are red Sword Mountains standing like a forest, a Sword River stretching for a thousand miles, and a Sword Pool filled with baleful and murderous Qi.

After an unknown number of years, another person stepped into the Sword Realm.

Yu Liancheng stepped onto the sword path, his gaze looking toward the flowing river. This Sword River is the history of all swordsmen learning the sword from ancient times to the present. Through the Sword River, one can not only reflect on their past and present lives, but also see the process of all great swordsmen from ancient times to the present learning and practicing the sword. Coupled with the Sword Mountains where sword intents gather, as long as one stays in the Sword Realm long enough, one can learn all the sword techniques in the world.

"Haha, a gap, it's a gap in the Sword Realm. From now on, I am free."

Just at this moment, an aura of fierce killing and tyranny emerged, sweeping over from afar.

That aura came from the distance, formed by the convergence of vast demonic Qi and sword Qi. In the blink of an eye, it was only ten-odd zhang away from the gap in the Sword Realm.

"Sorry, you saw wrong."

A playful smile appeared at the corner of Yu Liancheng's mouth, and his figure flickered to block in front of the gap.

This Sword Realm has the ability to self-heal; as long as one can delay it for a moment, this gap will automatically close.

"Damn it, you dare to block my path."

A roar came from that strange figure, and the Sword Realm for a hundred zhang around trembled because of this roar: "Kill you! This deity wants to kill you, wants to make you wish you were dead!"

"

Amidst the wild roar, that demonic Qi suddenly transformed into a burly figure. His scarlet long hair was disheveled, his black-gray muscles were knotted, and his eyes were as scarlet as a blood river, revealing an incomparable, violent aura.

That cyan face was full of ferocity, and when he opened his mouth, one could see teeth as sharp as swords amidst the roaring.

Swords have no good or evil, but sword thoughts vary from person to person, having distinctions between righteous and evil.

If it is a righteous and upright sword thought, it will form Sword Mountains rising from the ground, standing out from the crowd, aiming to compete with the heavens in height, and nurturing a noble spirit.

If it is a vicious and evil sword thought, it will sink and accumulate at the very bottom of the Sword Realm, forming a Sword Pool filled with slaughter and cruelty. And the sins that accumulate in the Sword Pool, day after day, year after year, formed a terrifying evil spirit of the Sword Dao—Mokui.

That is this neither-human-nor-ghost fellow before us.

Mokui is filled with evil thoughts from head to toe, and Yu Liancheng certainly will not let him out.

"Let you see the might of my Peerless Demon Sword!?"

Amidst the furious roar of this Mokui, peerlessly violent demonic Qi suddenly gathered in front of him, shockingly forming a supreme demon sword similar to the Peerless Good Sword.

This Peerless Demon Sword is one that Mokui forged in the Sword Pool over countless years. It can command the demonic Qi and baleful Qi in the Sword Realm; with this sword in hand, one is invincible under heaven!

"So, am I going to die? Or am I going to wish I were dead? Why can't you speak clearly!?" However, before Mokui could swing the demon sword in his hand, Yu Liancheng's figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Damn, how is he so fast..."

Mokui's thought had just fallen when a punch like a thunderbolt, like lightning tearing through the sky, and also like the ancient mountains and peaks of the primordial wilderness, carrying an incomparable presence and shock, slammed over heavily.

Bang!

Mokui had no time to react before he was struck in the chest by this punch, plummeting backward like a meteorite and crashing heavily onto the sword path. Crack, crack... The bone-chilling cracking sounds exploded one after another. The sword path, formed by the convergence of countless sword thoughts, was hit by Mokui and actually cracked open with countless fissures, with wisps of sword Qi escaping.

"Besides..." Yu Liancheng flicked his sleeve and snatched the Peerless Demon Sword that had fallen from the air. Then, with a fierce collision between his Great Expansion Sword Art and the Peerless Demon Sword, only a "clang" was heard, and the Peerless Demon Sword exploded, scattering into countless demonic Qi: "Your Peerless Demon Sword isn't that impressive either, nothing worth seeing."

Mokui spat out another mouthful of blood. This Peerless Demon Sword was connected to his heart and mind; now that it had been severed by someone, he inevitably suffered damage as well.

"How is this possible? How is this possible?"

Mokui looked at Yu Liancheng, terrified and incredulous. Whether it was the punch Yu Liancheng used to strike him earlier or the act of forcibly severing the Peerless Demon Sword, both were beyond belief.

One must know.

This is the Sword Realm.

Apart from martial arts related to the sword, fist techniques, palm techniques, blade techniques, etc., would all be suppressed, but when applied to this person, it seemed as if it had no effect.

Or rather, it did have an effect.

It was just that this person's cultivation was too high, so it did not appear obvious.

As for that Peerless Demon Sword, it had cost him an unknown amount of effort. He was confident that such a sword, if placed in the outside world, would also be a top-tier divine weapon.

It was broken after just one clash and dissipated into demonic Qi. I fear it was not only because this person's cultivation was extremely high, but also because the weapon in his hand was stronger, more peerless, and sharper than the Peerless Demon Sword.

"I am not yet very familiar with this Sword Realm. If you are willing to pledge loyalty to me, it is not impossible to spare your life." Yu Liancheng chuckled.

"Bullshit, I am Mokui, the dignified leader of the Demonic Dao, how could I submit to a mere human like you."

Mokui leaped up, his entire body's energy surging, and roared: "Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords, come out! The gap is about to close. If you want to get out, why don't you come out and help me!"

Hum, hum, hum!

Not long after this roar fell, twelve wild, tyrannical sword intents suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, heading toward Mokui.

In the Sword Pool, not only was the evil creature Mokui conceived, but also, following the order of the constellations and gathering the essence of the sword stars, after countless years, a set of ancient and peerless sword moves was derived.

These sword moves are fierce, evil, and mysterious, and they possess self-awareness, named—Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords.

Although the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords and Mokui both originated from the Sword Pool, their relationship was not good.

Because both are extremely evil and wicked existences, wanting to control each other, they rarely communicated in daily life. But at this time, in order to restrain Yu Liancheng and escape the Sword Realm, they chose to cooperate.

The dark green Mysterious Yin sword intent surrounded Mokui, condensing into a set of Mysterious Yin Sword Armor on his body.

This is another function of the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords: to protect the host, it condenses into a set of hard-to-break sword armor, which can be said to be both offensive and defensive.

"Die for me, Mysterious Yin Sword Technique: Heaven and Earth Only I Dao."

Mokui pinched sword fingers with both hands and waved them in the air. Countless crisscrossing green sword Qi surged toward Yu Liancheng. Each strand of sword Qi was incomparably evil and extremely powerful, like raging sea waves.

Yu Liancheng thrust his sword out and then twisted it in the air. The entire space seemed to turn into a paste because of this twist, and the dark green sword Qi was driven by the sword intent and then shattered with a boom.

"Come again, All Things Become My Sword."

Following a roar, Mokui's whole body erupted with dark green sword Qi, rushing up to the top of the Sword Realm and connecting down to the dark Sword Pool. Then it transformed into a powerful sword Qi, like a heaven-supporting giant sword, and slammed heavily toward Yu Liancheng.

"What is going on? Both Mokui and the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords have made a move? Could it be that an outsider has broken in, and their cultivation is so high that they were forced to join forces?"

A figure shuttled rapidly through the Sword Realm. His skin was dark green, and his whole body revealed infinite sword intent, as if he were the embodiment of the sword.

In the Sword Realm, besides the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords and Mokui, there is actually another peculiar existence, and that is Jian Yue.

Mokui and the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords were both born from the Sword Realm, but Jian Yue is a person, the first person to enter the Sword Realm.

Jian Yue is not a person of this era, but a peerless swordsman from over a thousand years ago; he was of the same generation as the Dajianshi's disciple Jian Wu, and his original name was Jian Bei.

After an exchange of pointers with Jian Wu, he swapped ultimate arts, combined the Sword Sect's Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin with his own Primal Heaven Sword Absolute, and with his own strength, opened the Sword Realm.

Of course, this was not because Jian Yue's Sword Dao cultivation was comparable to the combined strength of Yu Liancheng, Wuming, and Mu Yingxiong; more importantly, it was because in that era, the Sword Realm was still only in its embryonic form, there were not many swordsmen in the world, the history of Sword Dao was not long, and the barrier between the two worlds was easier to break.

But unfortunately, because Jian Yue was single-mindedly contemplating the sword techniques within the Sword Realm, he forgot to leave for a time. By the time he reacted, the barrier of the Sword Realm had become incomparably thick and difficult to break.

And within this Sword Realm, Jian Yue's body was constantly baptized by Sword Intent, becoming a non-human existence; he had no need for food or drink, and would not age or die.

Of course, like the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords and Mokui, Jian Yue also longed to go out, longed for freedom.

However, the reason Mokui and the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords wanted to go out was to stir up trouble and dominate the world.

As for Jian Yue, his mind had already become muddled; he wanted glory, wealth, beauties, and power, wanting to enjoy himself properly, and he had completely lost the demeanor that a peerless swordsman should have.

At this moment.

Jian Yue suddenly saw that the most conspicuous, steepest, and most towering Sword Mountain in the Sword Realm was emitting a powerful Sword Intent, sweeping out in all directions.

This Sword Mountain was of unknown height, thousands or tens of thousands of feet, with no end in sight; when it emitted Sword Intent, the other Sword Mountains, though unable to move, emitted a sense of submission and worship.

Ten thousand mountains bowing in homage.

"This... could it be that the person fighting Mokui and the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords is the one representing the Ten Thousand Daos Divine Mountain!?" Thinking of this, Jian Yue could not help but reveal a look of gravity.

Among the Sword Mountains, there had always been several extremely towering ones.

The Heaven Sword Mountain, the Absolute Sword Mountain, the Sword Saint Mountain, the Red Sword Mountain... among them, the one Jian Yue detested most was the Heaven Sword Mountain representing Wuming.

Not only because this mountain was sufficiently towering and lofty with vast Sword Intent, but also because under Wuming's influence, the world's Sword Dao flourished and prospered, and one Sword Mountain after another rose up, making the Sword Realm increasingly full of Sword Qi, to the point that the Sword Realm's barrier became thicker and more solid, naturally making it even harder for him to escape.

Several years ago, another Sword Mountain rose up. This Sword Mountain did not rise bit by bit like ordinary Sword Mountains, but suddenly rose thousands or tens of thousands of feet, immeasurable, far exceeding other Sword Mountains.

Moreover, this Sword Mountain was still constantly rising, rising at an incredible speed. This meant that in the real world, this person's Martial Dao cultivation was still constantly climbing.

Did this not mean that the person possessed peerless cultivation, and was also progressing rapidly?

Jian Yue had personally tried to climb that Sword Mountain, but could never reach the peak, nor could he measure how high it was. Moreover, various Sword Intents gathered on the Sword Mountain. It was as if this person was proficient in various sword techniques and martial arts; that was clearly a realm that only a God could reach. It was precisely because of this that Jian Yue specially named that Sword Mountain.

——Ten Thousand Daos Divine Mountain.

Before long, Jian Yue saw Mokui and the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords.

Mokui was draped in the Mysterious Yin Sword Armor, thrusting out sword after sword; that violent Sword Qi was airtight, causing ghosts to weep and gods to howl. Every sword strike carried the power of countless evil spirits, misunderstandings, and greed, impacting from all directions. It was not only to shatter the opponent's body, but to make the opponent fall into the abyss and become a puppet of the Sword Intent.

But what baffled Jian Yue was that Mokui was continuously unleashing powerful moves, yet there was no one in front of him; could it be that he was working with the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords to break the Sword Realm?

But this kind of thing had been tried before, and it failed.

Now with the Ten Thousand Daos Divine Mountain suppressing it, it was even more impossible.

And just at this moment, Jian Yue saw another person, a black-clad figure on a distant Sword Mountain. Judging from this person's aura, Jian Yue could be certain that this person was the master of the Ten Thousand Daos Divine Mountain.

And this person stood with hands behind his back, a mysterious and ancient character shining brightly between his brows.

This layer of radiance seemed to also hazily shroud Mokui and the Mysterious Yin Sword Armor.

After Mokui had repeatedly used the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords for several rounds, he finally became somewhat exhausted, panting for breath.

And it was at this moment that the black-clad figure shot out like lightning, suddenly appearing in front of Mokui, and poked a finger at Mokui's brow; Mokui seemed to regain clarity, let out a painful and unwilling scream, and quickly dissipated into wisps of demonic energy.

Dead.

Even Mokui could die.

And the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords regained clarity, the twelve Sword Intents immediately wanting to flee. But without a master, the power of the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords was greatly diminished.

The light of the Heaven's Cry between Yu Liancheng's brows scattered, shrouding the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords, and the twelve Sword Intents once again fell into boundless illusion.

To tell the truth, the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords were very strong.

In the original timeline, Jian Chen relied on the first four Sword Intents to defeat Juexin, who had a single Dragon Pellet. And with the Mysterious Yin Six Swords, he defeated Wu Wudi...

Mokui's strength was far greater than Jian Chen's, so the Sword Intent he unleashed was naturally even stronger.

With the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords erupting in full, and this place being the Sword Realm, the power of Mokui and the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords could be said to be endless; combined, even Yu Liancheng felt slightly troubled.

But whether it was the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords or Mokui, both had stayed in the Sword Realm for too long, with deep obsessions. Once caught in the "Long River Scroll" of the Heaven's Cry, they would be lost in an instant, unable to extricate themselves.

Yu Liancheng absorbed the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords onto the Ten Thousand Daos Boundless; he prepared to erase the consciousness of these twelve Sword Intents, turning them into pure Sword Intents, and integrating them into the Ten Thousand Daos Boundless.

Of course, this could wait until after leaving the Sword Realm.

"Are you Jian Yue?"

Yu Liancheng turned his gaze toward the dazed Jian Yue.

"Yes, yes, yes, this humble one is Jian Yue."

Jian Yue gave a start and hurriedly bowed his head.

Mokui's strength was formidable, and with the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords, even he was no match.

Yet in an instant, Mokui died, and the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords were controlled.

Facing such a powerful expert, being servile was not shameful.

"Take me around the Sword Realm." Yu Liancheng said calmly.

"Yes, yes, please this way." Having stayed in the Sword Realm for thousands of years, suffering the impact of Sword Qi every day, Jian Yue had lost the backbone and demeanor of a Sword Dao expert from months ago, and led the way with a slightly fawning smile.

The Jiukong Wujie was filled with endless Sword Intent. Any sword technique that had left a mark in the history of Sword Dao could find a corresponding Sword Mountain here.

Yu Liancheng saw the Sword Mountain that belonged to him.

Reaching down to the Sword Pool and up to the Nine Heavens, it appeared majestic and spectacular in the entire Sword Realm.

Yu Liancheng touched the Sword Mountain with his hand, and a sense of intimacy welled up.

His gaze flickered, and countless thoughts surged in his mind.

If he could refine the Sword Realm and control the Sword Mountains and Sword Pool to a certain extent, perhaps he could rely on this to deal with those two unknowable great enemies.