136: The power of the Nine Dragon Sword, three great inheritances

Liu Feng was shocked by Jiang Yan's words, but before he could stop him, Jiang Yan stepped into the Void Realm and walked toward the Sea Clan staircase below.

"Core Formation Realm!"

The Disciples were shocked; no one expected that Li Yi's Disciple would actually be a Core Formation grand Cultivator!

You should know that some of those present were of the same generation as Li Yi. They had cultivated desperately for over sixty years without entering Core Formation, yet a Disciple of only two and a half years had surpassed them in cultivation level.

Liu Feng rubbed his eyes. He knew Jiang Yan all too well; he was Liu Ruyan's husband from the secular world who had divorced her, and back then, he had even asked Liu Ruyan to recruit Jiang Yan.

He hadn't expected that after not seeing him for over two years, this kid had actually achieved the Core Formation Realm!

Jiang Yan was unaware of the shock he had caused the crowd; he was currently gathering the resonance of the sword soul left behind by Li Yi.

As the pale blue sword soul was activated, a phantom image of a sky-piercing giant sword instantly lit up the entire floating island.

As the phantom of the giant sword manifested, dragons instantly began to swim upon it, with the faint sound of dragon roars echoing.

"Nine Dragon Sword: Dragon Transformation!"

As Jiang Yan's aura surged, the phantom of the giant sword instantly solidified, and nine dragons slowly surrounded him.

Everyone who saw this scene was dumbfounded; their Qingyun Sect had no record of such a sword technique.

The dragon roars rose and fell, causing their robes to flap loudly in the wind.

"Swimming Dragon!"

He brandished his Spirit Treasure longsword, and the nine dragons around him rapidly expanded their range. The Sea Clan staircase shattered like glass, falling away piece by piece.

"Dragon Slaying!"

Jiang Yan swung the giant sword phantom, instantly striking a blow toward the Formation barrier below.

*Boom!*

The immense destructive power instantly carved a gap of hundreds of feet through the Sea Clan staircase and the Formation barrier.

"Holy crap!"

Jiang Yan was also startled, but in the next moment, he felt as if his qi-blood and Spiritual Qi had been completely drained.

"Jiang Yan!" Ouyang Wuwo stepped onto a Single-leaf Green Boat and quickly caught the falling Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan gave a weak "hehe" smile and fainted immediately.

Seeing that Jiang Yan had only fainted from exhaustion, Ouyang Wuwo turned and shouted, "He's fine, he just fainted from exhaustion. Everyone, leave the floating island quickly!"

Hearing Ouyang Wuwo's words, the Elders one after another led the Disciples to flee the floating island.

After the last wave of Disciples left, Liu Feng steered a Single-leaf Green Boat to Ouyang Wuwo's side:

"We're getting old..."

Ouyang Wuwo shook his head with a light laugh. He glanced at Zhuang Ruohuai, then at Zhuang Yu, who had just recently reached Foundation Establishment. He felt that the Outer Sect Disciple selection back then had truly been a joke... Within the first layer of the Secret Realm, the hundred-foot-tall Sea Clan High Priest was already covered in wounds.

Of the original twelve sea god tokens, eight had been knocked away, and even the Sacrificial Scepter representing the Sea Clan priesthood had been beaten into scrap metal.

The situation for the Human Race Cultivators was also not good. Of the original dozen or so Great Perfection Golden Core experts, only a few, including Li Yi, remained standing to fight for their lives against the Sea Clan High Priest.

"Humans... I want you all dead!"

The Sea Clan High Priest's chest split open, and countless tentacles reached out toward Li Yi and the others.

"Thunderstorm Art!"

Li Yi threw out several high-grade Talismans, arranging them in the shape of the character 'Pin', his hands constantly shifting through mudras.

*Crack!*

The high-grade Talismans shot toward the Sea Clan High Priest, with bolts of lightning crashing down upon it.

"Benefactor Li, I shall assist you!"

The Dragon Elephant Temple's Discipline Monk, Wise Ability, pressed his palms together, and his remaining twelve prayer beads shot out, shining with Buddhist light.

"We must not let the Sea Clan's plan succeed!" Murong Xue activated her third realm Sword Intent between her brows, and a Sword Heart Clarity Soul attack struck directly at the Sea Clan High Priest's Divine Sense.

Lightning exploded as the Talismans transformed into thousands of lightning snakes, clashing violently with the Sea Clan High Priest's tentacles.

Monk Wise Ability's prayer beads transformed in mid-air into twelve Wrathful Vajras, wielding Demon-Subduing Pestles to strike heavily at the High Priest's body.

*Boom...*

Buddhist light and lightning intertwined, tearing the High Priest's tentacles apart. However, its massive body continued to struggle frantically, with foul-smelling black blood constantly gushing from its wounds.

Murong Xue's Sword Intent slashed into its Divine Sense, causing the Sea Clan High Priest to let out a shrill shriek, its movements suddenly slowing for an instant.

"Now is the time!" A brilliant light flashed in Li Yi's eyes as a crimson Talisman seal appeared in his palm. It was his final trump card, the "Heavenly Fire Demon-Burning Talisman."

Moving like a flash, he instantly appeared before the High Priest's massive head and slapped it onto the center of its brow without hesitation.

*Sizzle...*

The Talisman seal ignited, and blazing white flames spread frantically across the High Priest's body, turning it into a burning colossus in an instant.

But just as everyone thought victory was assured, the High Priest suddenly burst into wild laughter.

"The power of the Sea God... how can you mere humans dare to profane it?!"

The shattered Sacrificial Scepter actually reassembled within the flames. The massive energy no longer gathered toward the scepter; instead, the three hundred and sixty floating islands within the Secret Realm began to fall away as they lost the energy sustaining them.

As the massive energy converged, the shattered scepter transformed into a pitch-black, giant Demonic Blade!

The Demonic Blade swept across, and a crack was actually slashed into the space of the Secret Realm, with a violent Void Realm turbulence sweeping in.

Li Yi's pupils constricted; the spatial storm stirred up by the Demonic Blade was already close at hand!

"Form the Formation!"

Monk Wise Ability roared, and the twelve prayer beads instantly transformed into a golden barrier in front of everyone.

Murong Xue unleashed her full Sword Intent, her frost Sword Qi transforming into walls of ice, layering up to resist the impact.

However, the might of the Demonic Blade far exceeded their imagination. The Buddhist light barrier crumbled inch by inch, and the ice walls were instantly vaporized!

*Boom!*

The sky of the Secret Realm completely collapsed, and countless floating islands fell like meteors.

At this life-or-death moment, Li Yi suddenly bit his fingertip and used his blood as a medium to trace an ancient rune in the Void Realm.

"Heaven and Earth Reversal!"

The rune exploded with a blinding golden light, forcibly tearing open a path for survival within the Void Realm turbulence.

"Retreat!" Li Yi roared.

Everyone rushed into it without hesitation, while the hysterical roar of the Sea Clan High Priest echoed behind them: "No..."

When the light dissipated, Li Yi and the others appeared between two Ancient Bronze Palaces at the edge of the first layer of the Secret Realm.

Looking back, the entire Secret Realm was collapsing into a pitch-black vortex, and the figure of the Sea Clan High Priest was finally swallowed by the endless darkness.

"Hurry and accept the three Legacies. In one hour, this Secret Realm will collapse permanently!" Li Yi turned and urged everyone.

Murong Xue's face was pale, but she stepped into the Ancient Bronze Palace on the left without hesitation.

Inside the palace, three ancient swords floated, their blades covered in profound runes.

As she approached, the pale jade longsword in the center suddenly let out a clear sword hum and transformed into a streak of light that entered the center of her brow.

Monk Wise Ability walked toward the ancient palace on the right, where twelve golden Arhat statues opened their eyes simultaneously.

He sat cross-legged in the center, his prayer beads automatically circling him. Strands of Sanskrit appeared from the Void Realm, forming a golden scripture barrier around him.

Li Yi did not choose any Legacy. As he had said, he looked down on these Legacies; after all, what he had comprehended was enough to last him a lifetime.

The Peak Master of the Tianxuan Sect saw that Li Yi did not enter. Understanding Li Yi's choice, he cupped his hands toward him and walked to the third Ancient Bronze Stele to accept a Legacy.

Actually, most people wanted to choose the Legacy of the ancient Sword Cultivators, but their foundations were limited, so they could only choose a more comprehensive Legacy.

As for the Buddhist Legacy, no one even considered it; after all, they didn't want to become monks.

Li Yi sat cross-legged outside the Ancient Bronze Palace, his fingertips lightly tapping the longsword on his lap.

The sword blade emitted a clear, trembling hum, faintly resonating with the sword Dao Legacy Murong Xue had obtained inside the palace.

The Peak Master of the Tianxuan Sect was trembling all over in front of the Bronze Stele, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.

The stele's Legacy was exceptionally overbearing; the slightest mistake would result in all Meridians being severed.

But this veteran Golden Core Cultivator gritted his teeth and endured, as ancient runes gradually appeared around him.

"Half the time has passed," Li Yi suddenly spoke up to remind them.

The edges of the Secret Realm had already begun to collapse, with pieces of floating islands falling into the Void Realm.

The beams of light from the Legacies within the palaces grew even more dazzling. From the sword palace where Murong Xue was, there even came a sword whistle that sounded like a dragon's roar.

If Jiang Yan were here, he would likely be completely bewildered, because the Legacy Murong Xue was receiving was none other than the "Nine Dragons Sword."

Suddenly, from the direction of the Buddhist palace, the Sanskrit chanting of Monk Wise Ability could be heard.

Twelve prayer beads floated in mid-air, each reflecting the phantom of an Arhat. This usually serious middle-aged monk actually wore a smile as if he had experienced an Epiphany, his body's Buddhist light transforming into a golden lotus.

The outermost bronze pillar suddenly snapped, and the speed of the Secret Realm's collapse suddenly accelerated.

Li Yi slowly stood up, his longsword unsheathed by three inches: "It's time to leave."

Amidst the roar of the Secret Realm's collapse, nine brilliant sword lights suddenly erupted from the sword palace where Murong Xue was.

The sword lights were like Swimming Dragons soaring into the sky, intertwining and circling above the palace roof, letting out deafening dragon roars.