555: Chapter 555 Pacifying the Holy Land

All discussions ceased instantly; the world was in an uproar. Everyone finally understood why Sword White Robe harbored such deep resentment toward the Great Yan Holy Land. With such a blood feud, no one would ever let it go!

The Disciples of the Great Yan Holy Land were filled with shame and terror.

The several Old Ancestors and the current Holy Lord looked even more deathly pale, no longer having the slightest confidence to defend themselves. They trembled all over, their hearts filled with despair.

Fang Hanyu raised his hand with a wave, and the invisible sword shadow above his head suddenly materialized into a longsword that was pure white and surrounded by Chaos Sword Intent.

The sound of the sword's cry echoed through the heavens and earth, and a towering killing intent bore down on the entire field. It was clear he had decided to act, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Not good! He's going to attack!"

The current Holy Lord's expression changed drastically. He was scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering by that world-destroying killing intent. At this moment, he no longer possessed any of his majesty as a Holy Lord; his mind was filled only with thoughts of fleeing.

He let out a sudden roar, his hands frantically forming seals as he unleashed his cultivation without reservation to activate the Supreme Emperor Weapon: "Yan Tian Sword! Block him for a moment while we take the chance to retreat!"

Following his roar, the Supreme Emperor Weapon Yan Tian Sword soared into the sky.

A light of survival instantly ignited in the current Holy Lord's eyes. He frantically poured his cultivation into the Supreme Emperor Weapon and roared, "Yan Tian Sword, stop him! Stop him quickly!"

Several Old Ancestors also snapped out of it, one after another exhausting their remaining strength to bolster the Yan Tian Sword, only hoping to block one of Fang Hanyu's strikes to buy themselves time to flee.

However, Fang Hanyu remained standing where he was, his expression unchanged. He simply raised his hand slowly and gave a light press.

The Yan Tian Sword let out a groan of being overburdened before finally crashing back to the ground with a "clack."

The runes on the sword's body instantly dimmed, and even the earth's meridians shook three times before falling completely silent.

It was exactly the same as when it was pressed down by Gu Changge's finger that day.

The current Holy Lord and the Old Ancestors were violently shaken, and they spat out mouthfuls of blood.

Fang Hanyu's gaze turned cold, and several streaks of Chaos Sword Qi shot out from his fingertips.

"Pfft—!"

They sprayed blood from their mouths, their Dantians were shattered, and their Divine Souls were damaged. Their cultivation was instantly crippled, and they slumped to the ground without a trace of resistance left, their eyes filled only with bone-deep despair and regret.

After neutralizing everyone's resistance, Fang Hanyu let go of the Yan Tian Sword and slowly raised his gaze. It pierced through the many halls and Restrictions of the Great Yan Holy Land, landing on an altar protected by layers of Formations in the deepest part of the Holy Land.

There, an ancient sword embryo that was greyish-white, appearing neither like stone nor jade, was slowly breathing in Spiritual Qi. Within it, a very faint golden light, originating from the same source as Fang Hanyu, was faintly visible.

That was the residual Chaos Sword Body Origin aura that had not been completely stripped away back then and had been refined.

Fang Hanyu reached out across the Void Realm and made a grasping motion.

"Boom!"

The Formations protecting the sword embryo shattered like paper. The Great Yan Sword Embryo, which the Great Yan Holy Land had once placed high hopes on, crossed through space and fell into Fang Hanyu's palm.

"Such a wicked tool and source of filth should not exist in this world."

He gently closed his fingers.

That incredibly tough sword embryo crumbled and disintegrated from the inside like a weathered sandcastle in his palm.

The last bit of golden light from the same source as him was stripped, purified, and absorbed, returning to himself.

As for the sword embryo itself, it completely turned into spiritless grey powder, slipping through his fingers and dissipating in the wind.

The ten-thousand-year ambition of the Great Yan Holy Land vanished into thin air just like that.

After finishing all this, Fang Hanyu's gaze once again swept over the high-level members of the Holy Land who were slumped on the ground with deathly pale faces, as well as the Elders and Deacons further away who were terrified but had reached the Saint Realm.

His voice was like a final sentence from the depths of the Nine Nether Frost Abyss, leaving no room for negotiation:

"The high-level members of the Holy Land gave their tacit consent and indulgence; their crime is punishable by death.

All those in the Saint Realm enjoyed the resources of the Holy Land and received its protection; thus, they shall bear its sins.

Today, in the Great Yan Holy Land, those at the Saint Realm and above..."

He paused for a moment and spat out two words with absolute certainty:

"Shall all perish!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the Saint Realm Cultivators below, whether or not they had directly participated in the events of that year, all experienced their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!

Some wanted to flee but could not move; some wanted to beg for mercy but could not make a sound.

For most, their eyes held nothing but complete despair and emptiness.

Fang Hanyu did not swing his sword again.

He simply had a thought.

The vast and boundless Chaos Sword Intent within him spread out like an invisible tide, precisely enveloping every locked target.

Wherever his gaze fell, his Sword Intent reached, and it became the end of a life.

There were no screams, no explosions.

One Saint Realm Cultivator after another, including the current Holy Lord and the Old Ancestors, regardless of distance, whether they were kneeling and begging for mercy or standing frozen waiting for death...

In the same instant, their bodies trembled slightly, and then the light in their eyes completely dimmed as their life force came to an abrupt halt.

Their bodies remained intact, but everything within—their Primordial Spirits, Souls, and life imprints—had been completely annihilated by that all-pervading Chaos Sword Intent.

For those Disciples of the Great Yan Holy Land who had not participated in the events of that year and were merely filled with terror, Fang Hanyu did not kill them all. He only spoke coldly:

"Begone! From this day forth, the Great Yan Holy Land no longer exists. If anyone dares to call themselves a Disciple of Great Yan again, they shall be killed without mercy!"

Those Disciples felt as if they had been granted a great amnesty and fled the Holy Land one after another, crawling and scrambling, not daring to look back.

During this time, several young and aggressive Disciples who were full of hatred for Fang Hanyu were killed by a streak of his Sword Qi, leaving no remains; he showed no leniency whatsoever.

Fang Hanyu stopped looking at the fleeing Disciples and turned his gaze toward the continuous palaces of the Holy Land below.

He held his fingers together like a sword and made a light slash toward that land which bore endless sins.

A hazy grey Chaos Sword Intent silently swept over.

Wherever the Sword Intent reached, the palaces and immortal mountains were erased from the world as if by an invisible giant hand, silently turning into the most primitive Chaos Qi and returning to the heavens and earth.

The ten-thousand-mile Holy Land instantly turned into a misty void.

In the distance, Xiao Ruobai, Wang Xiaopang, and Mo Yu watched this scene and slowly nodded, not stepping forward.

They knew this was Fang Hanyu's revenge, an obsession he had to fulfill with his own hands. Today, he had done it.

Fang Hanyu withdrew his sword and stood still. The Emperor Might that made the heavens and earth change color and the Sword Intent that could sever all things slowly retracted and settled like a receding tide.

He stood in the Void Realm, looking down at the chaotic void below that had swallowed everything.

Deep in his gaze, what surged was not pleasure, but a deeper and more complex sorrow.

This place was once the Great Yan Holy Land, the purgatory that imprisoned him, the demon cave that swallowed his Origin, and the desperate land that buried his parents' lives and hopes.

His parents' blood had once soaked the soil here, and his parents' Souls might still be wandering under this sky filled with sin.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly held his fingers like a sword. He did not slash toward the void but instead lightly pointed, drew, and guided toward that land of Chaos.

His movements were very slow, yet they carried an indescribable solemnity.

Following his movements, the pervasive Chaos Qi, which seemed as if it were about to return to its primitive state, began to slowly settle and take shape under the guidance of the Sword Intent at his fingertips.

He was not reshaping the palaces or immortal mountains, but rather turning the earth into a grave and gathering the Qi into a monument.

The churning Chaos Qi settled down, and in the center of the earth, it condensed into a simple, solemn, and dust-free round earthen mound. There was no coffin or outer casket, yet it seemed capable of housing all the wandering heroic spirits in the world.

In front of the earthen mound, the Chaos Qi further condensed, turning into a wordless monument.

The body of the monument was greyish-white, simple and unadorned, without any inscriptions. Yet, it naturally emitted a silence and solemnity that made the heavens and earth respectful and all spirits fall silent.

Fang Hanyu looked at that graveless grave and wordless monument, and the last trace of icy coldness in his eyes completely melted away, turning into unfathomable sorrow and relief.

He stood in the Void Realm and solemnly and slowly bowed three times toward the wordless monument.

With the first bow, he thanked his parents for the grace of birth and upbringing; their flesh and blood would never be forgotten.

With the second bow, he expressed his shame that when his parents met their disaster, he, as their son, was powerless to change anything, a regret he would carry for the rest of his life.

With the third bow, he informed his parents' spirits in heaven that the enemies of the past had been executed today, and the land of sin had been purified today.

There would be no more conflict or filth here; he asked his parents to rest in peace here.

There were no tears, no words.

All the grief, longing, guilt, and the finally fulfilled promise were contained within these three bows.

When he stood up, there was no longer any haze in his eyes, only a clarity and determination like the sky after rain.

He took one last look at the wordless monument and the burial mound, then turned into a peaceful streak of light, merged into the Void Realm, and departed directly.

All that remained was that completely purified silent land, with only a solitary grave and a wordless monument.

And a legend that would surely be passed down for ages, making the entire Xuanhuang World feel infinite sighs in addition to awe—

Chaos Sword Emperor Sword White Robe, one man and one sword, killed all in the Saint Realm and leveled the Holy Land.

He turned the sinful land into a grave and erected a wordless monument. With his blood feud avenged and his long-cherished wish fulfilled, his Dao Heart has been clear since then!