Chapter 729: The Art of Drawing the Sword to Slay the Heavens

(Multiple worlds merging)

Stepping through the Stone Gate, amidst a sense of contradiction where heaven and earth were inverted and time and space revolved—feeling as if it were both an instant and an eternity—Yu Liancheng arrived in another world.

"Huh, this world..."

The moment his feet stepped into this realm, Yu Liancheng raised an eyebrow, sensing an unusual aura.

Looking around, the place where he stood was filled with jagged, strange rocks, with only a sparse few trees and flowers as embellishments. The stones and soil were all a dark brown, as if a volcanic eruption had once occurred, scorching this world. The entire world was filled with a sense of desolation and killing intent, and the biting gale winds blew, emitting terrifying sounds like the wailing of ghosts and gods.

It was not just the peculiar environment; more importantly, Yu Liancheng sensed an indescribable, violent resentment in this world, permeating every inch of space, from the highest heavens down to the depths of the earth.

The living beings surviving on this land would likely have their minds inevitably tainted by this violent energy, becoming bellicose and bloodthirsty.

However, the spiritual energy of this world was quite abundant; one would think that even if ordinary mortals lived here, their physiques would be much stronger.

"Interesting."

Yu Liancheng cleared his mind, and that violent resentment was brushed away like dust.

His gaze swept across, and seeing many magnificent buildings vaguely standing in the distance, he dashed rapidly toward them.

With his "Dao of Inches" integrated with the "Wuju Realm," reaching those buildings would take only a single thought. However, he wanted to see the customs of this world and was not in a hurry, so he intentionally slowed his speed.

Yet even so, with his incredible speed, he still arrived before those magnificent buildings after about ten breaths of time.

Although the architectural style was different from any other world and quite rugged, the incense was curling, and one could vaguely make out a shrine with a simple, ancient style, filled with the aura of time.

"Saint Monarch Shrine, trespassers die."

There were four guards in this shrine, and one of them, a burly man dressed in tight-fitting clothes and carrying a long Sword half a person's height, shouted a reprimand.

Yu Liancheng's gaze shifted, clear as a burning fire.

These four had robust physiques, and within their bodies flowed that spiritual energy filled with violent resentment, like volcanoes.

Once erupted, the power would likely be extraordinary.

"Wrong, this person has no Demon aura on him; he is not one of us from the Demon Realm." Suddenly, one of them changed color.

"Could it be a brat from the Righteous Path of the Mysterious Heart Sect?! But the Demon Realm has already been closed, and only the Saint Monarch, Jing Xiansheng, and a few others can open the Mysterious Yin Demon Gate. How could someone from the Righteous Path appear here?"

"Never mind him, capture him first and hand him over to the Saint Monarch for disposal."

In an instant, the four drew their weapons. The sword light was swift, and the attack came very fast. These four were clearly just small fry guarding the courtyard, but based on this move alone, they were already not inferior to many First-class Experts Yu Liancheng had encountered in his previous world. However, although the four appeared aggressive, they actually had no intention of killing, but rather wanted to subdue Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng kept his hands behind his back and stepped forward casually.

Boom!

The four felt an invisible momentum surge toward them like a mountain-toppling sea; their weapons shattered instantly, and they were sent flying backward, tumbling over.

Yu Liancheng then walked into the building that looked like a magnificent palace but was actually just a shrine.

The interior of the shrine was very empty; the incense burner, divine altar, and such went without saying, and the most conspicuous things were the six spirit tablets, arranged in order from top to bottom.

On the spirit tablets were written the names One, Two, Three, Four, Five, and Six, respectively.

Yu Liancheng could naturally see that these six names were all taken from Buddhist terms: "Becoming a Demon in a single evening," "The non-dual Dharma gate," "Past life, present life, future life," "Departing from the four forms," "Five kalpas of contemplation," "Six paths of reincarnation"...

Then, if there were a seventh spirit tablet, it should be Qiye, the night of seven killings.

"Qiye..."

Yu Liancheng recited these two words, and combined with the information given from the Stone Gate and this small world filled with violent Demon thoughts, he already had a guess.

Rumble!

Just at this moment, there was a rumbling sound outside, like muffled thunder exploding.

Yu Liancheng looked toward the outside of the door.

He saw four jet-black steeds with blood-red eyes and violent auras, stepping on the void and galloping over. That rumbling thunder was actually the sound made by the four horses breaking through the air. Behind the four Demon horses, they were dragging a carriage carved with intricate patterns. Behind the carriage was a patch of black mist, and within the black mist were vaguely some human figures.

A moment later, the carriage descended before the shrine.

From the carriage stepped out a young man who looked to be only twenty years old, at the age of capping, with a handsome appearance and short, shoulder-length black hair. He was dressed in a white Martial Warrior robe, with exquisite decorations carved from countless jet-black Demon patterns, which, combined with his slender and upright physique and the cloak fluttering in the gale, made him look extraordinary.

A Sword hung at his waist, his eyes shining brightly, his gaze like lightning, staring straight at Yu Liancheng.

As the black mist dissipated, five people followed behind the young man.

Among these five, the one at the front was a middle-aged man dressed in white Confucian robes.

Further behind were three men and one woman, all wearing swords at their waists and clad in black armor, with powerful auras.

"Saint Monarch, this is the person who trespassed in the shrine, and he has no Demon aura on him; his cultivation is very strong, suspected to be from the Mysterious Heart Sect."

The four who had been guarding the shrine knelt on the ground, their expressions respectful.

It was these four who, seeing they were no match for Yu Liancheng, had used a secret technique to notify the Saint Monarch.

"Saint Monarch? So, you are Qiye." Yu Liancheng stepped out of the shrine, looking at the sword-bearing youth.

"Indeed, it is this seat."

Qiye's expression was calm, his gaze looking at Yu Liancheng as if it had substance.

Ever since the Yinyue Dynasty's crushing defeat in the last great battle with the Mysterious Heart Sect, the entire Demon Palace had been sealed off. Even when going out occasionally, they had to keep their Demon aura rounded and sealed within their bodies to avoid being detected by the Saint Nü of the Three Realms of the Mysterious Heart Sect.

"So, this really is the Yinyue Dynasty."

Yu Liancheng nodded thoughtfully, his gaze sweeping one by one toward the middle-aged scholar and the three men and one woman: "Then, you all must be Jing Wuyuan and the Demon Palace Four Sages."

The Yinyue Dynasty was a force founded by a Sword Master named Yixi, residing in a cave-heaven world outside the human realm, and was also the holy land for all the demons, monsters, and ghosts in the world.

And the monarch who now ruled the vast Demon Palace was none other than the seventh-generation Saint Monarch of this Yinyue Dynasty, Qiye.

Jing Wuyuan was Qiye's teacher, with profound cultivation, and was one of the few experts capable of opening the Mysterious Yin Demon Gate.

And the Demon Palace Four Sages had served the Demon Palace Saint Monarch for generations, named Evil Dragon, Martial Sword, Evil Ghost, and Asura.

Among them, Asura was the only woman; unfortunately, her beauty was only considered above average, so there is no need to elaborate.

"Cut the crap, a mere running dog of the Righteous Path dares to come to my Demon Palace and act wildly!"

E Long, the head of the Demon Palace Four Sages, was the most intolerant of evil, and unable to hold back any longer, his Demon aura erupted with a boom, black smoke rolling, and his figure flashed out. With a "clang," his sword was already unsheathed.

"Take this sword!"

The sword light pierced the air, the sword momentum merging with the Demon Qi to transform into a terrifying, ferocious Heilong, its eyes scarlet, baring its fangs as it tore toward Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng's expression was calm; he flicked his finger, and with a crisp "ding," the evil dragon dissipated, and the long sword—forged from hundred-refined steel by the skilled craftsmen of the Demon Palace—shattered inch by inch, fragments scattering everywhere.

The Heilong's body was pushed by a monstrous force, blood spraying from its mouth as it flew backward like a ragdoll for over ten zhang, carving a deep trench into the ground before it finally came to a halt.

"Heilong! Are you alright?"

"Audacious!"

The remaining Demon Palace Four Sages helped the heavily injured Heilong up, all of them intending to strike, but they were stopped by Jing Wuyuan raising his hand.

"Tsk tsk, Qiye, you aren't very dignified as the master of this Demon Palace; you haven't even spoken yet, and your dogs have already started barking." Yu Liancheng withdrew his finger, tucked it into his robe sleeve, and shook his head.

The Demon Palace Four Sages glared at Yu Liancheng, but Qiye said calmly, "The actions of the Demon Palace Four Sages are my will."

In reality, the previous Saint Monarch, Liudao, had died too early, and the family fortune had been exhausted in the battle for the Seven Generations of Resentful Couples. Although he had been Saint Monarch for twenty years, he had barely stepped out of the Demon Gate and had no major achievements. Now, although his cultivation was no longer inferior to the previous Saint Monarch, his prestige was far from enough; otherwise, Heilong would not have acted without permission.

Jing Wuyuan cupped his hands: "May I ask how to address you, and why you have stepped into our Demon Palace?!"

Yu Liancheng's gaze remained fixed on Qiye, smiling slightly: "Is that important?"

Qiye was silent for a moment: "It is not important."

Jing Wuyuan also tactfully closed his mouth.

Yes, it is not important.

A righteous practitioner appeared before the Saint Monarch Shrine, injuring the guards and the Demon Palace Four Sages.

No matter who he was or what he came for, if he were not taught a lesson, then Qiye, as Saint Monarch, would find it difficult to stand his ground.

Therefore.

Beat him half to death first.

"I can see that you are very strong."

Hum!

Qiye's hand gripping the sword tightened slightly, assuming a drawing stance, and the blade of the magic sword "Yixi" slowly revealed a section.

In an instant, the rolling Demon Qi between heaven and earth turned into substance, surging like a tide toward the magic sword Yixi in Qiye's hand, merging into the bright blade and causing a strange, ominous red glow to ripple across it.

Qiye's eyes were filled with unimaginable, sharp killing intent: "Therefore, I will go all out with this sword."

"This starting stance, could it be the Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique!"

"It cannot be wrong, the Saint Monarch has actually mastered the number one Divine Sword of our Demon Realm."

"This is a Divine Sword that even Saint Monarch Liudao did not master; Saint Monarch Qiye is only twenty years old, how brilliant and talented."

Jing Wuyuan nodded with a smile, seemingly very satisfied with the sword Qiye was about to draw. The Demon Palace Four Sages were all excited, their faces showing expressions of wild joy.

Clang!

Yixi was completely unsheathed in an instant.

A heaven-piercing sword light, condensed from Saint Monarch Qiye and the Demon Qi within a radius of several hundred zhang, shot into the sky.

It was as if a blood-colored lightning bolt had flashed, or a scarlet rain curtain cutting across the blue sky, pouring toward Yu Liancheng with unimaginable power.

Qiye had great confidence in this sword.

He should have had confidence.

This was, after all, a sword that would kill Gods if a God blocked it, and kill ghosts if a ghost blocked it.

Moreover, the "Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique" was not merely about powerful destructive force.

It could slay the physical body, slay the soul, slay the realm, slay Demon Qi... there was nothing it could not slay.

Of course, because the Saint Monarch Shrine was behind Yu Liancheng, this sword locked onto Yu Liancheng's physical body; once he was slain, the Sword Qi would naturally dissipate.

The blood-red Sword Qi flashed past.

When the Sword Qi struck Yu Liancheng, his body instantly shattered, turning into the finest particles. Then, in the next moment, it completed its reconstruction.

This was Di Shitian's "Seven-No-Deadly-Junction," and when used by Yu Liancheng, it was even more effortless and flawless, easily causing this world-destroying strike to miss.

Boom—!

Because it did not strike Yu Liancheng, this Sword Qi continued to advance.

A huge roaring sound erupted; the shrine, reinforced by countless Arrays, was as fragile as paper in the face of the Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique, instantly torn to shreds. Large chunks of stone poured down, and the spirit tablets of the six Saint Monarchs were also submerged within.

Yu Liancheng, the outsider, had not damaged the Saint Monarch Shrine in the slightest, but Qiye, the Demon Monarch, had directly destroyed the entire shrine.

Qiye, Jing Wuyuan, and the Demon Palace Four Sages were all stunned.

"A fine Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique."

A smile overflowed from the corner of Yu Liancheng's mouth; his figure flickered, and he suddenly appeared in front of Qiye, reaching out to grab him.

Qiye came to his senses, surrounded by rolling Demon Qi and dancing sword light. His "Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique" was his trump card; he was himself a powerhouse with peerless demonic arts and superb sword skills, and the Yixi Sword in his hand was a world-class treasure, making his combat power among the very best in the world; few could defeat him. However, the sword light, wrapped in rolling Demon Qi, could not touch Yu Liancheng's body at all.

Meanwhile, Yu Liancheng pointed through the air repeatedly, sending strands of force into Qiye's body, wandering through his meridians, only to melt away like ice and snow.

At the same time, a mysterious and unfathomable rune flickered on Yu Liancheng's forehead; it was the "Heavenly Weeping Scripture," performing mysterious and unfathomable deductions.

Jing Wuyuan and the Demon Palace Four Sages were about to join the battle to help Qiye, but Yu Liancheng suddenly turned his body and appeared again at the spot where he had stood before. His sleeve brushed across his waist, "Ten Thousand Daos Boundless," and it transformed into the shape of a sword, which was identical to the Yixi Sword in Qiye's hand, and then violent energy of heaven and earth surged into the sword.

In the blink of an eye.

The hand pressing on the hilt swung violently.

Draw the sword.

Slash!

It was as if a thunderclap had exploded in the space; a line of blood-red arc light tore through the void, blooming with incredible speed.

Qiye's cold expression froze slightly, even revealing a look of astonishment.

But his reaction was incredibly fast, and he once again used the Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique, a slash as swift as lightning.

Clang!

Accompanied by a clashing sound like a great bell, Qiye retreated several steps, his web between thumb and forefinger numb, his Qi and Blood surging. He suppressed the urge to vomit blood and stared fixedly at Yu Liancheng: "The Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique, how do you know it too?"

"I just learned it, but it is merely a superficial imitation."

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly, his gaze suddenly shifting toward another direction: "However, this is indeed a supreme art, but it requires vast amounts of Demon Qi for support. I am a pure human; wanting to absorb so much Demon Qi is not easy. Fortunately, there are many experts here brimming with Demon Qi."

As the words fell, he had already vanished.

Qiye's expression changed abruptly: "Not good! That is the direction of the Demon Palace, and the Empress Dowager is still in the Imperial Palace."

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PS: Not just the Profound Heart Profound Wonder Art,