797: Fengling Sanren

"Is there anything you need to prepare?"

Mo Xuan glanced at the giggling Zhou Xiutong and interrupted her.

"No."

Zhou Xiutong restrained the smile at the corners of her mouth and shook her head solemnly.

"Then let's go."

The massive black snake body moved slightly, and with Zhou Xiutong on board, it vanished from the underwater Profound Palace.

The Void Realm.

Boom!

A million-zhang-long Black Giant Serpent revealed its true form within the Void Realm.

Its peerlessly massive Aura crushed the void turbulence that could trap even ordinary Void Refining Great Powers in dangerous situations.

This overwhelming Aura forced the Void Realm to submit.

Atop the incredibly large black snake head, a purple-black single horn stood like a divine peak.

Within that divine peak, an extremely dense power of divine lightning was gestating; domineering, fierce, destructive, and swift, all kinds of true meanings belonging to lightning flowed within this divine peak.

At this moment, beneath the divine peak, Zhou Xiutong felt somewhat restless.

Ever since she reached the age of reason, she had never climbed onto the Old Ancestor's body again.

This was a great disrespect.

"Old Ancestor, this..."

Zhou Xiutong rarely felt such a sense of unease.

If this were seen by her father, her Third Aunt, or the other elders in the Family...

She would probably get a beating.

The kind where she couldn't fight back and couldn't use magic power for protection.

"It's fine, just focus on your comprehension."

Mo Xuan didn't care much; his voice was calm, putting Zhou Xiutong at ease.

"Whew~"

Having received the Old Ancestor's command, Zhou Xiutong took a deep breath.

She nodded vigorously, sat down cross-legged, and her Divine Sense landed on the divine peak-like single horn in front of her, slowly comprehending the Laws of Lightning.

Mo Xuan sensed the direction once more.

His million-zhang-long true body tore through the Void Realm, swimming toward a specific direction... On the other side, upon the Eastern Desolation Continent.

Zhou Xiuyuan led Zhou Guangyao across mountains and rivers step by step.

Along the way.

They encountered all sorts of Cultivators.

However, most of them didn't dare to strike up a conversation with the two of them.

After all, Zhou Xiuyuan looked like someone who was not to be trifled with.

Traveling this path.

Zhou Guangyao had grown quite a bit.

Only by traveling ten thousand miles can one truly know the various aspects of this world.

The two were not slow, but they weren't exactly fast either.

The Cultivators of the Southern Sword Dynasty, however, were waiting with bated breath.

As more and more Cultivators flooded into the Imperial Capital.

Even the cultivation resources in the Imperial Capital became scarce.

Yet, while these practitioners waited day and night, the main figure never showed up.

Finally, one day.

A white-haired young man leading a youth entered the Southern Sword Imperial Capital.

On that very day.

News spread through the Imperial Capital.

In three days, at the Imperial Capital's Sword Washing Platform, the Heavenly Sword Successor would discuss the Dao with the Southern King's sword.

When the news broke, the crowd was exhilarated.

The Sword Washing Platform was the largest martial arts arena in the Imperial Capital.

Every time the Imperial Dynasty invited forces under its jurisdiction to discuss the Dao, it was held here.

Three days later.

The Imperial Capital's Sword Washing Platform.

Upon the Sword Washing Platform that towered into the clouds.

Two people sat facing each other.

Around them, the Imperial Emperor, high officials, heads of various Families, and Sect Masters were all present to witness the ceremony.

The rest of the Cultivators watched from a greater distance.

Some looked nervous, and even their breathing slowed down.

"Fellow Daoist, please."

The green-robed swordsman extended a hand in a salute, his expression solemn.

"Fellow Daoist, please."

Zhou Xiuyuan returned the salute.

The two sat cross-legged, showing no sign of drawing their swords to fight.

They simply closed their eyes slowly.

As they closed their eyes.

An invisible, chilling Sword Intent emanated from the high platform.

A wind blew.

Swirling fallen leaves.

Yet in an instant, the fallen leaves caught in the wind were silently split in two.

As if severed by a sword.

The two just sat there calmly, but the powerful experts watching from the air all had solemn expressions.

Those with lower cultivation, however, didn't know what the two were doing.

"This is the supreme realm of the Sword Dao: no sword in hand, but a sword in the heart."

"They are battling with the swords in their hearts, discussing the Dao within their hearts."

A clear, ringing voice came from the mouth of a young man.

Everyone realized and looked toward that young man.

They only knew that this young man had come with the Heavenly Sword Successor.

He should also be a Disciple of the Qingyang Immortal Clan.

To have such insight at such an age, he truly deserved to be from an Immortal Clan.

Some sighed with emotion.

Some hated the unfairness of fate.

All sorts of reactions occurred.

"Bang!"

After a short while.

On the Sword Washing Platform.

The ancient wooden table in front of the two exploded.

The next moment.

The green-robed swordsman, the Southern King, slowly opened his eyes, a hint of dejection in his gaze.

"Fellow Daoist, I have lost."

The heart-sword of the person opposite him seemed to be both one and ten thousand.

It could encompass all things, yet it was not all things.

His Sword Intent was swift, supplemented by the intent of the Kingly Way.

Swift as the wind, the Kingly Way was heavy; a combination of light and heavy, a blend of void and reality.

Yet it still could not compare to the sword of the person before him.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for your guidance."

Zhou Xiuyuan opened his eyes and returned the salute without any arrogance.

"Fellow Daoist, since you have come from afar, please stay for a few more days so I can fulfill my duties as a host."

The dejection in the Southern King's eyes vanished in an instant.

He practiced the Kingly Way and had a broad mind.

Although he had expectations before the exchange, he had also anticipated that he would not be Zhou Xiuyuan's match.

After this sparring session.

By carefully reflecting on it, he had also benefited greatly.

"Thank you."

..."Hiss, it ended so quickly..."

"I didn't understand it."

The crowd, who had expected an earth-shattering battle between peerless prodigies, felt somewhat disappointed.

Their cultivation was still too low.

They were unable to see the profound mysteries within.

It was truly a pity.

After staying in the Southern Sword Imperial Capital for several days.

Zhou Xiuyuan led Zhou Guangyao on their journey again, heading to visit the next master of the Sword Dao.

At the same time, the news of the Southern Sword King's defeat spread in all directions.

It seemed to signify that another peerless Prodigy was about to emerge.

But for the Cultivators who knew the weight of the title 'Heavenly Sword Successor', it was not surprising at all... In the Void Realm.

A million-zhang Giant Beast was traveling through it.

Atop the Giant Beast's head.

A young woman was surrounded by lightning, which resonated with that purple-black single horn.

With every breath.

It seemed her cultivation was improving again.

After an unknown amount of time.

The Giant Black Beast stopped and looked toward a certain spot in the Void Realm.

Zhou Xiutong, who was in the middle of her comprehension, also woke up.

Before long.

In the emptiness, a green leaf appeared.

Upon the green leaf stood two figures, one old and one young.

"This humble one, Fengling, along with my unworthy Disciple, greets Senior."

"We have disturbed Senior, and we hope Senior will not take offense."

Atop the green leaf.

Immortal Feng Ling respectfully saluted the sky-blotting, coiled Black Giant Serpent, inwardly lamenting his luck—how did he run into this forbidden, baleful star?

He had personally witnessed that earth-shattering battle for the heavenly dao flower.

Fortunately, his cultivation was insufficient, having only just passed the first tribulation.

He had originally wanted to see if he could scavenge anything, so he had hidden far away from the beginning.

That was why he hadn't been drawn into that chaotic battle and managed to escape unscathed.

He hadn't expected that while he just wanted to take his Disciple to travel to other Great Worlds.

He would encounter this forbidden existence in the Void Realm.

When he sensed it, he didn't dare pretend he hadn't seen it and could only bite the bullet and come forward to pay his respects.