Chapter 33: The Bureau

Tens of thousands of drops of blood scattered in all directions; for a while, even Jiang Xuan found it difficult to probe exactly where Sword Yue's soul was hiding.

After the great battle, under the influence of the world's power, the void cracks gradually smoothed over, and the sky returned to a clear blue appearance.

……

Why are all the people here such fucking trash!

The blood drop carrying Sword Yue's soul shuttled quickly among the crowd, probing one martial artist after another.

In his current state of entrusting his soul to a single blood drop, he definitely could not slowly search for a furnace cauldron over long distances; the best result would be to find a suitable target among the crowd below.

But after probing one after another, the martial talent of these people was terribly poor, none of them caught his eye.

"Do I really have to just find any furnace cauldron to possess? I'm not willing!"

Controlling the blood drop to shuttle again, he resolved to try searching for a few more breaths; if he still couldn't find a suitable furnace cauldron, he would have to just possess someone at random.

He could barely hold on any longer. Without a possession target, his soul would wither and die completely.

"Hmm? Behind that mountain bag over there seems to be an aura of someone at Grandmaster Peak……"

Sword Yue at this moment discovered Xiong Ba hiding behind a hill, and was overjoyed in his heart:

"Hahaha, Heaven does not let me die! His true qi is at Grandmaster Absolute Peak, his silhouette is majestic and imposing, he has the makings of a hegemon; this body is more suitable for me than my original body."

"Hand him over!"

Sword Yue's soul approached silently; he wanted to devour this person's soul, occupy his flesh, replace his identity, and possess everything of his.

The cultivation at the peak of Grandmaster had not yet involved the Primordial Spirit; even if his own soul was damaged, occupying this person's flesh should be easy.

Not far away, a cloaked person hidden on a small hill witnessed the power and outcome of today's battle between four Mythic Realm beings, and was shocked in his heart, unable to calm down for a long time.

"The Bodhisattva said I still had ten years of heavenly fortune, so why did Wind and Cloud betray me at that time, and why have I fallen to this state……"

Xiong Ba was dispirited; if it weren't for that detestable Jiang Xuan, how would he have become like this? Is he still himself now?

His hatred for Jiang Xuan could not be washed away even by all the waters of the Huang He.

Jiang Xuan stood in the void, his gaze deep, searching for traces of Sword Yue's soul.

He directly gave up large-scale Primordial Spirit scanning; this kind of wide-area search was not very effective, and dispersed divine sense was insufficient to find Sword Yue who was intentionally hiding.

But he knew that as a myth of the Sword Dao martial world, Sword Yue must have extremely high pride; ordinary martial artists were no different from grass and weeds in his eyes.

Therefore, his probing targets were mainly martial artists with extremely high martial talent or decent cultivation levels.

"This person's aura within is extremely rich, surpassing Grandmasters of this realm, yet not yet reaching the Mythic Realm; although his true qi is rich, there is faintly a feeling of impurity."

Jiang Xuan looked toward the hill with eyes like lightning, sensing the true qi state of the cloaked person with his Primordial Spirit, and slightly frowned:

"True qi is rich, but impure and not pure, like an oil barrel that could explode at any time."

Unless?

Martial arts like Xihuan Divine Skill or North Ming Divine Skill?

"Huiyuan Blood Hand? Purple-clad Boss?"

Unexpectedly, there was an additional surprise.

Originally Jiang Xuan only wanted to find Sword Yue and completely exterminate him; he didn't expect this purple-clad cloaked person to actually come to Wushuang City to watch the battle. Combining this with the fact that Xiong Ba's "corpse" was previously snatched by a purple figure when he was off guard, Jiang Xuan had a vague guess about this person's identity.

"That saves me from searching one by one."

Jiang Xuan emitted a light laugh.

Gaze like a torch, fingers like a sword, the Heaven's Will Slays Immortals Sword was ready to strike.

Sword Yue's soul, already close to "Xiong Ba," roared madly in his heart:

"He discovered me, run, run, run……"

On the other side, Xiong Ba also felt Jiang Xuan's scrutinizing gaze, and his heart and spirit violently jumped:

"He definitely recognized me; how is that possible? I am no longer the me from before; why can this calamity star still recognize me? Is today truly my day of death?"

Boom!

But at this moment, a heaven-shaking rumble sounded from the sky.

The Sword World, originally closing and left with only a narrow crack, suddenly expanded; above the sky appeared a black vortex a hundred zhang in radius.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

An incomparably huge suction force poured from the vortex onto Jiang Xuan's entire body.

Whoosh!

Jiang Xuan's body involuntarily slowly flew toward the vortex.

"Heaven and Earth Furnace!"

The Heaven and Earth Furnace operated, stopping his body; he indifferently stared directly at the black vortex above the sky. Through the vortex, he saw a monster emitting chaotic, evil, murderous aura, seemingly formed by the fusion of all negative things in the world.

The evil thoughts of all swordsmen throughout history could form a Sword Spirit Demon Overlord; his Heaven's Will Slays Immortals Sword could naturally devour the Demon Overlord, ultimately achieving independent existence from Jiang Xuan.

The chaotic evil consciousness behind the vortex was the only king in the Sword World—the Demon Overlord.

It was precisely the Demon Overlord controlling endless evil thoughts that wanted to devour Jiang Xuan.

The vortex expanded again; the suction force became increasingly fierce. Countless people on the ground looked fearfully at the sky, feeling as if their souls were about to leave their bodies.

"Want to devour me? Let's see who devours whom. Next time you open the Sword World, I hope you still exist."

"Heaven's Will Slays Immortals, divine intent transforms into sword."

A sword light shot from between Jiang Xuan's eyebrows, slashing toward the vortex in the sky.

Jiang Xuan fused the intent of the Heaven's Will Slays Immortals Sword with his own divine power, briefly condensing a semi-virtual, semi-real divine sword.

The evil thoughts of endless swordsmen could transform into a Sword Spirit Demon Overlord; his Heaven's Will Slays Immortals Sword, using the Demon Overlord as a whetstone, could naturally advance further, achieving existence separate from his body.

He wanted to forge a true God Slayer Immortal Slayer Sword.

Hiss!

The Heaven's Will Slays Immortals Sword turned into a streak of light and directly pierced through the vortex, slashing toward the Demon Overlord.

"Good courage."

Sensing the power of Heaven's Will Slays Immortals, the Demon Chief roared; a sword condensed from sword intent, carrying a thread of power, actually used him as a stepping stone, presumptuously seeking to take his place and replace him.

Boom!

A single sword struck out, sword qi sharp and fierce; within the Sword World countless sword radiances crisscrossed, and the evil thoughts of all swordsmen ancient and modern howled in rage.

Sword light rose from heaven and earth, soaring skyward like a tornado, forming a Sword Qi Long River; within the Sword World dark clouds churned, and streaks of lightning snakes circulated along with it.

The contention between Heaven's Will Slays Immortals and the Demon Chief.

"Unable to defeat even a single thread of my divine ability, there is no need for you to exist anymore……"

"Let the Sword World be the furnace, the Demon Chief the copper, and help me forge a true killing Sword Embryo."

Feeling the implacable killing intent of this sword, all the martial artists watching from the ground were shocked to the core.

"This Tianxia Association Lord has such great killing nature, such decisive sword intent."

In this instant, clearly that sword was thrust toward the heavens, yet they still groundlessly birthed a terror of my life not being my own, as if that divine sword were pressed against their own necks, suspended above the tops of their heads.

One move and their souls would fly to the Yellow Springs.

"That sword, its sword intent is exactly the same as the one used when previously contending against Nameless and the Sword Saint, but even more condensed……"

They were horrified and terrified; the earth-shaking momentum from before was shockingly not a full-power intervention.

That Jiang Xuan still held strength in reserve!

The Demon Chief, exhausted from coping with Heaven's Will Slays Immortals, gradually lost control of the Black Vortex; he had to go all out to confront this divine sword.

The heavens cleared, dark clouds dissipated, once again restoring the previous clear skies for ten thousand li, as if the great battle just now had been mere illusion.

Eyes lowered, Jiang Xuan looked down again; the purple-cloaked figure and Sword Yue's primordial spirit were already nowhere to be found, without a trace.

Raising his eyes to the heavens, he said indifferently:

"The Tianxia Association once — this is the second time. Heaven, next time I want to see whether you can let him escape again……"

……

In a secluded courtyard in Wushuang City, Jiang Xuan, Nameless, and the Sword Saint sat facing each other.

"What Alliance Leader Jiang spoke of — that Jian Bei and the Demon Chief truly exist — the land of Shen Zhou is truly a season of many troubles."

Dragon Phoenix Turtle Qilin, Chi Fire Xuan Yin, Jiu Kong Wu Jie, Invincible Amoral, Thousand Autumns Great Tribulation……

Thinking of these Mythic Realm existences, Nameless sighed in his heart; the world actually concealed so many Myth Realm experts, and it was like an invisible great hand silently pushing the Shen Zhou Great Calamity.

Ancient and Modern Ten Demons — today he saw two of them.

Earlier Jiang Xuan found him and the Sword Saint, explained his purpose; the two of them were both shocked beyond measure by what Jiang Xuan said.

In nearly a hundred years Shen Zhou had produced only him as a Myth Realm figure; the Sword Saint created Sword Twenty-Three, barely counting as half a one, yet Jiang Xuan claimed there were not just ten Myth Realm figures throwing the world into chaos.

Jiang Xuan used Qilin Blood supplemented by various martial arts to go all out helping the Sword Saint break through; originally after the Sword Saint created Sword Twenty-Three his own cultivation realm had already reached Myth Realm, but constrained by lifespan his body was failing, and true qi and sword intent could not break through.

Qilin Blood cannot grant immortality, yet it also has the effect of nourishing the flesh; therefore the Sword Saint naturally succeeded in breaking through to Myth Realm, and his lifespan was extended.

"You had me deliberately call it a divine dragon opportunity, planning to catch them all in one net; ten-odd peers of the same level, and we have only three people……"

The Sword Saint did not continue speaking, but the meaning was self-evident.

Though he was arrogant in believing his talent crowned the world, which Myth Realm figure is not one born in a hundred years, and who is that much weaker than whom?

Moreover he still relied on another's assistance to successfully break through.

(Chapter End)