423: The progenitor's sword, named Taiyi

"It's over..."

Daoist Xinghe's face was ashen, his eyes vacant, and only those two words remained in his mouth.

"Old Ancestor! What kind of sword is that?!"

Qing Xuzi was shaking like a sieve, his teeth chattering, and he used almost all his strength to ask this question.

Daoist Xinghe gave a miserable smile, his voice as hoarse as a broken gong.

"The founding ancestor of the Taiyi Sword Sect was a brilliant Mahayana Cultivator named True Man Taiyi."

"He was invincible throughout his life and only forged one sword, named the taiyi sword."

"Legend has it that a million years ago, a peerless Devil Head descended upon the Eastern Region, whose strength had reached the Middle Stage Mahayana, possessing overwhelming malevolence."

"He slaughtered thirty-two giant cities, turning billions of living beings into blood food. At that time, all the top Sects in the Eastern Region joined forces, but they couldn't even withstand a single blow from that Devil Head."

"Just as everyone was in despair, True Man Taiyi, holding this sword, came from beyond the heavens and fought a great battle with that Devil Head above the Nine Heavens."

"That battle was so intense that the heavens collapsed, the earth split, and the sun and moon lost their light."

"In the end, at the cost of being heavily wounded and on the verge of death, True Man Taiyi severely injured that Mahayana Heavenly Demon and forced him out of the Eastern Region."

With every word Daoist Xinghe spoke, the despair on his face deepened.

"Although that Mahayana Devil Head was severely injured, True Man Taiyi had also exhausted his Origin, and he passed away several tens of thousands of years after the battle."

"And his Lifebound Dao Artifact, the taiyi sword, was also damaged because it bore power beyond its limits."

"From a true Eighth-Rank Dao Artifact, it fell to a Half-Step Eighth-Rank."

"Even so, it is still the only supreme lethal weapon in the entire Eastern Region that has been stained with Mahayana blood and possesses the record of severely wounding a Mahayana!"

"The Taiyi Sword Sect has been able to dominate the Eastern Region for hundreds of thousands of years not because of some bullshit sword formation."

"Nor is it because of those Dao Integration Great Experts, but because of this sword! This is their true root!"

After hearing this secret, Qing Xuzi and the Myriad Laws Daoist had completely lost the ability to think.

A lethal sword that had slashed and injured a peerless Mahayana Devil Head.

Never mind that Shen Yuanmo was only at the Late Void Returning Stage; even if he were a Dao Integration Realm Great Expert.

Facing such a supreme lethal weapon that had once drunk Mahayana blood, he would probably have to retreat.

"Elder Shen..." Qing Xuzi murmured to himself, the last glimmer of light in his eyes completely extinguished... Above the Taiyi Sword Sect.

The rust-covered taiyi sword floated quietly in front of the three Old Ancestors.

The bodies of Jian Juechen, Jian Jiuxiao, and Jian Wusheng had withered beyond recognition.

It was as if only a layer of skin wrapped around their bones, but their Divine Souls were more brilliant than ever before.

Three incredibly solid Divine Soul miniatures flew out from the crowns of their heads.

They turned into three streaks of light and, without hesitation, plunged directly into the body of the taiyi sword.

Hum—!

The ancient sword emitted a hum that seemed to come from ancient times.

In the next moment, the three Old Ancestors' withered Physical Bodies, which had already lost their vitality, exploded with a bang, turning into dust that scattered between heaven and earth.

They had sacrificed everything they had to this taiyi sword.

Using their Divine Souls to take control, they forcibly activated this ancestral sword that had slept for hundreds of thousands of years.

With the Fusion of the three Middle Stage Dao Integration Great Experts' Divine Souls, the taiyi sword's aura began to skyrocket at a terrifying speed.

Late Stage Hedao Peak!

Hedao Great Perfection!

Boom!

An invisible barrier was violently broken through!

A terrifying aura that reigned above the Hedao Realm and carried immortal characteristics erupted from the sword's body.

Although this aura was still very weak and unstable.

But it had indeed touched that legendary Mahayana Realm.

At this moment, the taiyi sword seemed to come alive.

It didn't attack immediately; instead, the tip of the sword moved slightly.

In an instant, within a radius of a million miles, all space and all Laws seemed to be completely grasped by an invisible giant hand.

Space became even sturdier than Divine Iron.

Laws became chaotic and violent.

This place seemed to have turned into a death Domain.

Within this Domain, the taiyi sword was the sole Dominator, the sole rule.

"Junior, to be able to die under the Ancestor's taiyi sword is your honor."

Jian Juechen's aged and cold voice came from within the sword, carrying an indifference and arrogance that controlled everything.

"Now, hand over all your secrets, your Cultivation Technique, your Divine Ability, everything about you."

"Then, offer up your Divine Soul to become nourishment for the taiyi sword. This seat can give you a quick death."

The taiyi sword had fused with the Divine Souls of the three Dao Integration Great Experts and was forcibly driven to the Half-step Mahayana Realm; they now felt victory was within their grasp.

In their eyes, Shen Yuanmo was already meat on the chopping block, to be slaughtered at their whim.

However, facing this certain-death situation that was enough to make the entire Eastern Region tremble.

A hint of interest finally appeared on Shen Yuanmo's face.

His gaze finally shifted from the three old fellows who had already turned to ash to that ancient taiyi sword.

He reached out his hand, as if wanting to touch the Domain power emanating from that sword.

"Half-Step Eighth-Rank... it contains a hint of immortal characteristics and is even stained with a trace of Mahayana-level sword dao rhyme..."

He was like someone commenting on a piece of art, his tone carrying a bit of novelty.

"A bit interesting."

Hearing these words, the Divine Souls of Jian Juechen, Jian Jiuxiao, and Jian Wusheng all flew into a rage within the sword.

"Death is at your doorstep, yet you still dare to be stubborn!"

"Kill him! Use his blood to wash away our Sect's shame!"

"Extract his Divine Soul and burn it with Sword Fire for a hundred thousand years!"

"Fine then."

Shen Yuanmo seemed to have grown tired of playing, shook his head, and a hint of disappointment appeared on his face.

"What a pity, such a good piece of Materials."

"The people using it are too useless."

This single sentence completely ignited the last of the three men's reason.

"You're looking for death!!!"

Jian Juechen's roar of extreme anger exploded from the taiyi sword.

In the next moment, the ancient sword floating in the air finally moved.

There was no world-shaking slash, nor any earth-shattering Sword Qi.

It just vibrated slightly, and the tip of the sword pointed towards Shen Yuanmo from afar.

Swish—!

A beam of light.

A white line of light, pure to the extreme, as if it had condensed all the sharp Laws in the world, shot out from the tip of the sword.

This line of light was very thin, as thin as a hair.

This line of light was not fast; it could even be said to be somewhat slow.

But wherever this line of light passed, whether it was space as solid as Divine Iron, chaotic and violent Laws, or dust floating in the void.

Everything was silently sliced open.

This strike had already surpassed the Hedao level and risen to the Domain that only Mahayana Cultivators could touch.

"Die!"

Jian Juechen's triumphant, wild laughter echoed between heaven and earth.

He seemed to have already seen Shen Yuanmo being directly killed by that line of light.

However, facing this certain-kill blow.

A playful look appeared in Shen Yuanmo's eyes.

"A Mahayana-level attack... a bit interesting."