553: Chapter 553 One Man and One Sword

To the side, Xiao Ruobai, Wang Xiaopang, and Mo Yu also felt the power of the Great Emperor surging endlessly within their bodies, as Imperial Glow circulated around them.

Xiao Ruobai clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles letting out slight explosive pops.

He could clearly perceive that every drop of blood in his body seemed to have transformed into a burning star, containing terrifying power sufficient to move mountains and fill seas.

Every rune of the War God Body was cheering and leaping, resonating with the Great Emperor's dao principles, giving him the illusion that even if a true Immortal stood before him, he would dare to shatter them with a single punch.

Wang Xiaopang squeezed his chubby cheeks hard and repeatedly checked his hands, as if confirming whether this body was real.

His heart was in a state of upheaval.

Thinking back, he was just an unwelcome outcast of the Qin Family in the Central Province. By a stroke of luck, he joined the Azure Profound Sect and received guidance from Revered Master Gu Changge, only then embarking on the path of the Dao.

Now, the mighty power within him—vast as a sea of stars, capable of manifesting ten thousand Laws with a single thought, and commanding the dao principles of heaven and earth—was so real that it gave him a strong sense of unreality.

Mo Yu closed his eyes to look within and saw deep in his Bloodline that the ancient totem belonging to the Qilin Ancestor was fully reviving and extending under the nourishment of the Emperor Realm power, merging perfectly with his Divine Soul.

An ancient, auspicious, and majestic aura naturally diffused outward; even the surrounding flora seemed to bow their heads slightly toward him.

Becoming an Emperor was not just a leap in power for him, but the true beginning of his Bloodline's destiny and the responsibility of returning to the Myriad Spirit Heaven of the Immortal Realm, which now seemed closer and heavier.

The three were immersed in the shock and joy of breaking through to become Great Emperors and the complete sublimation of their life levels; however, this excitement froze simultaneously in the next moment.

Their gazes fell in unison upon Fang Hanyu, who was standing nearby.

Unlike their outward release of aura and circulating Imperial Glow, Fang Hanyu stood still like a solitary, sheer peak, his entire aura extremely restrained.

If they weren't also Great Emperors, they would have been almost unable to detect the terrifying Sword Intent within his body that was capable of severing a galaxy.

But it was precisely this extreme stillness, combined with his gaze—as heavy as ten-thousand-year-old profound ice—fixed in the direction of the Great Yan Holy Land in Yuzhou, that created a heart-palpitating contrast.

The Imperial Glow permeating the air seemed unable to dispel the bone-chilling coldness emanating from his eyes.

The joy on the faces of Xiao Ruobai, Wang Xiaopang, and Mo Yu quickly faded, replaced by understanding and solemnity.

They knew all too well that at the end of that gaze lay a sea of blood, Soul-Severing Nails, and the desperate roars of having one's Origin forcibly stripped away.

The joy of breaking through to the Emperor Realm was as light as a feather compared to the blood feud of one's closest kin and sect brothers.

Xiao Ruobai stepped forward and patted Fang Hanyu’s shoulder with his heavy palm.

He understood this feeling of unavenged grievances best; no words were needed, as the bond of sect brothers was fully expressed in that single pat.

Not far away, Gu Changge sat by the stone table. His gaze swept lightly over the group as he spoke slowly, "If you want to do it, then go."

Xiao Ruobai immediately turned his head, a flash of determination in his eyes. "Hanyu, we will accompany you for the matter of revenge!

With more people, there is more security!"

Wang Xiaopang and Mo Yu also nodded in agreement, their eyes full of resolve.

Fang Hanyu slowly shook his head, his tone calm yet carrying a sense of solitary pride as he gently brushed away Xiao Ruobai's hand.

"No need. For this trip, just me and my sword are enough."

Gu Changge nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. He said simply, "Your sword should drink the blood of your enemies. Go and do what you must; no one can stop you."

"Thank you, Revered Master!"

Fang Hanyu bowed again. When he rose, his Chaos Sword Intent suddenly condensed, and an invisible sword shadow hung above his head.

He leaped up, his figure turning into a pale green stream of light, galloping straight toward Yuzhou without a moment's delay.

Xiao Ruobai and the others looked at each other and, unable to remain at ease, their figures flashed as they quietly followed, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far from Fang Hanyu.

In Yuzhou, heaven and earth changed color.

It wasn't dark clouds covering the sky, but an invisible and intangible, yet terrifying Emperor Might that made the ten thousand Daos wail and all living beings tremble. It was like the Heavenly River pouring down, suddenly filling the entire firmament of Yuzhou!

Within that Emperor Might was an extreme sharpness that could sever everything and return it to Chaos!

"A Great Emperor! It's the pressure of an unfamiliar Great Emperor!"

"This direction comes from the Eastern Region?! When did the Eastern Region produce a new Emperor?"

"What terrifying Sword Intent! The Natal Dharma Sword within my body is trembling!"

Countless experts were startled. Their Divine Thoughts soared into the sky, only to be struck as if by lightning the moment they touched that Emperor Might, causing them to withdraw in horror.

That Emperor Might was not only powerful but also filled with an absolute will that brooked no violation and stood above all Laws.

High in the sky, a figure in white robes manifested at the center of the endless Emperor Might and Chaos Sword Qi.

He did not shatter the Void Realm to descend directly; instead, he walked on foot, step by step, treading through the void toward the center of Yuzhou, in the direction of the Great Yan Holy Land.

His pace was heavy and slow, but with every step he took, a slowly rotating Chaos Sword Lotus was born in the void beneath his feet. As the lotuses bloomed and withered, Dao Rhymes were born and extinguished.

Clearly his speed wasn't fast, but with one step, ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers seemed to roll back.

The entire Great Dao Laws of Yuzhou resonated and trembled violently with his footsteps.

With every step Fang Hanyu took, those unforgettable scenes surfaced in his mind.

The desperate sight of his parents lying in pools of blood, and the heart-wrenching pain of being forcibly held down by the Great Yan Sacred Land Elders as they stripped away his Origin.

The greedy, cruel smiles in the Elders' eyes, and the bone-chilling cold of the Forbidden Ground... past memories of pain surged like a tide. Instead of breaking him, they made the Sword Intent around him even more piercing and his Emperor Might even more concentrated.

The news of a generation's Sword Emperor appearing, walking on foot and treading on lotuses through the sky, spread through the entire Xuanhuang Great World like a storm.

Cultivators along the way stopped to watch, looking at the solitary white-robed figure with faces full of shock and suspicion.

"Who is that? Surrounded by vast Emperor Might and piercing Sword Intent, could it be a newly ascended Great Emperor?"

Fang Hanyu was enveloped by Chaos Sword Qi and the radiance of a Great Emperor; his face was blurred, and no one could see his true appearance.

They could only feel that terrifying Sword Intent that seemed to freeze the Soul, and that snow-white robe.

"Did you feel that Chaos Sword Intent?"

"White robes... Chaos Sword Intent..."

Someone recognized the identity of the newcomer from those unique Sword Intent characteristics, their voice trembling with extreme shock:

"Could it be Sword White Robe!"

"Such unique Sword Intent does indeed seem to have some similarities with Sword White Robe... could it really be him?"

"He actually broke through to the Emperor Realm?!"

"This is impossible... how much time has passed?!"

"It's only been two years since the parting in the Southern Region! Top prodigies like Qin Wuye and Jiang Ruofeng are probably still tempering themselves in the Saint King Realm, yet he has already reached this step?!"

"Sword Emperor! This is a true Sword Emperor descending upon the world!"

Discussions rose one after another. Countless forces used scrying techniques, their gazes tightly locked onto Fang Hanyu's figure, curious about his identity and even more curious about his purpose.

"Looking at the direction he's heading, it seems to be the Great Yan Holy Land! What is he going to the Great Yan Holy Land for?"

Surrounded by the Qi of a Great Emperor, Fang Hanyu allowed the world to speculate. He remained silent throughout, focusing only on his steady advance.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the Great Yan Holy Land's majestic mountain gate, which had been passed down through the ages, finally appeared before Fang Hanyu's eyes.

Above the gate, the two characters "Great Yan" were carved with powerful strokes, bearing the marks of time and emitting a faint Sacred Land pressure that deterred all troublemakers from every direction.