284: Chapter 284 Lingxiao Heavenly Palace

The Emperor's gaze was deep and profound. He looked down at the Divine Generals below, shook his head slowly, and spoke in a tone tinged with the vicissitudes of time:

"How can the rise and fall of Luck be determined by a single map? This map is an opportunity, but it is also a calamity. If used well, it can help the Human Race rise and sweep across the Myriad Heavens and Worlds; if used poorly, it will be a catastrophe that topples the Myriad Heavens and Worlds."

"Convey My decree,"

The Emperor's voice suddenly rose, carrying an unquestionable majesty that made the entire Lingxiao Heavenly Palace tremble slightly:

"All members of the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace are to closely monitor the movements in the Northern Nether Demon Realm, especially every action of the Demon Emperor Palace and the Myriad Demon Palace. As for this child... do not make contact, and do not obstruct him."

He stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, his eyes flashing with a sharp light:

"I would like to see where this peerless Sharp Weapon, suddenly unsheathed, will first point its edge!"

Myriad Calamity Sword Mound, Sword Burial Valley.

This was the grave of swords, and also the Holy Land of swords.

The valley was filled with countless broken and dilapidated ancient swords. Their blades were mottled and rusted, yet they still exuded a heaven-shocking killing intent. That killing intent gathered into a river, condensing into substance—

Even ordinary Immortals who stepped into this place would be ground into powder.

Some swords were broken into several pieces, the bloodstains on their blades long since blackened, yet they still exuded a bloody, baleful Qi; some swords were covered in cracks, and within these cracks flashed sharp Sword Qi, as if they could revive at any moment.

Some swords had blades so decayed that even their hilts were rotting, yet they remained rooted deep in the earth, refusing to fall... But every sword had once been a peerless Sharp Weapon that stirred up the winds and clouds—

Every one of them had once had a legend of blood staining the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.

A wild wind howled past, whipping up sword debris that filled the sky, emitting a low and mournful humming, as if thousands of sword spirits were wailing, roaring, and recounting that sealed history.

In the deepest part of the valley, on an altar piled high with hundreds of millions of sword remains, sat an old man in hempen clothes.

His figure was hunched, his face withered, and his face was covered in crisscrossing wrinkles, as if they were traces carved by time, or perhaps sword marks left upon his face.

His hempen clothes were long since tattered, blending in with the surrounding broken swords, and his whole body exuded a dense aura of decay and death—

As if he would turn into flying ash at any moment and dissipate within this Sword Burial Valley.

And the moment Chu Changsheng activated the Nine Heavens Sword Array Map, the old man's eyes, which had been closed for a thousand years, suddenly snapped open!

Two extremely sharp beams of sword light burst out from his eyes. That sword light was incredibly pure and incredibly sharp, as if it could sever everything, piercing through the thick, ink-like Sword Qi in the valley, and stabbing straight into the firmament—

Actually carving two eternal sword marks in the Void Realm!

"Sword... Sword humming..."

The old man's voice was hoarse and dry, like two stones rubbing together, yet it carried a fanaticism that pierced the Soul. He slowly raised his withered palm, his palm covered in calluses and sword scars, and gently stroked the sword remains beneath him, a flash of fanaticism and excitement crossing his eyes—

Turbid tears slid down his wrinkles.

"Nine Heavens Sword Array... finally... appeared in the world..."

Countless broken swords in the valley began to tremble violently. The sound of sword humming grew louder and more urgent, as if responding to that summons of Sword Intent from the Northern Nether Demon Realm. On the sword bodies, dim light gradually brightened, and wisps of Sword Intent awakened from the sword remains—

A Sword Might that had been silent for eternity quietly spread out, sweeping across the entire Sword Burial Valley, and even the heavens and earth trembled slightly in this Sword Might!

However, when that Sword Intent from the north—magnificent as heavenly might, grand and imposing, yet carrying the power to crush eternity and bring endless destruction—swept over, the old man in hempen clothes at the bottom of the Sword Burial Valley suddenly looked up!

From the depths of his eyes, which had been silent for a thousand years and were as turbid as stagnant water, two beams of sword light suddenly burst forth—that sword light was billions of times sharper than any malevolent ancient sword in the valley, piercing through the dense fog of Sword Qi that filled the valley, and shooting straight into the firmament—

Actually forcing two deep, bottomless, slender cracks into the Void Realm, and the Sword Qi escaping from the cracks caused the surrounding space to sizzle and annihilate!

"Hum——!!!"

A sword hum that shook the Divine Soul suddenly exploded, and the entire Sword Burial Valley trembled violently! Hundreds of millions of broken swords hummed and trembled simultaneously, their blades shaking crazily in the wild wind, emitting a heaven-shaking roar!

In this roar, there was both a fanatical worship of the Supreme Dao of the sword and an instinctive fear of this Sword Intent. The two extreme emotions intertwined and surged, shaking the entire Myriad Calamity Sword Mound until it trembled—

Even the altar of sword remains at the bottom of the valley, which had not moved for hundreds of millions of years, was shedding gravel!

"Nine Heavens... Sword Array..."

The old man's voice was hoarse and dry, like two rusted iron plates rubbing together, yet it carried a sharpness that pierced the Soul, as if every word could tear a person's Divine Soul apart:

"Finally... I have waited for you!"

His withered, stick-like palm clenched tightly, and dense Sword Qi instantly erupted from his body, the Sword Qi cutting through the Void Realm, emitting "hissing" sharp sounds—

Cutting countless tiny holes into his tattered hempen clothes.

"My Dao is not alone! My Dao... shall continue!"

The old man slowly stood up. With every movement, shattered sword debris fell from his hempen clothes. The aura of decay and death that had lingered around him suddenly dissipated, replaced by a Sword Supreme pressure that looked down on the world and reigned Supreme over the Dao of the sword!

This pressure was overwhelming, actually causing the humming of the hundreds of millions of broken swords in the valley to weaken by three parts—

As if in awe of this Supreme of swords that had slept for eternity!

"Pass the order to the Seven Sword Attendants of the Sword Mound!"

The old man's voice suddenly rose, like a peerless Sharp Weapon unsheathed, resounding through every corner of the Sword Burial Valley:

"Use the remains of ten thousand swords as the guide, and use this seat's essence blood as the sacrifice, to awaken the 'Heaven-Burial Ancient Sword'!"

He looked towards the north with burning eyes, a near-manic, fanatical light flashing in them:

"In such a prosperous age of the Dao of the sword, with the Myriad Heavens and Worlds watching, how can my Myriad Calamity Sword Mound be absent!"

Meanwhile, the million-strong Immortal fleet of the Guanghan Immortal Palace had just torn through the Void Realm and sailed out of the Immortal Realm barrier when they were fiercely shaken by that terrifying Sword Intent that swept across the Myriad Heavens and Worlds!

Hundreds of thousands of Immortal warships erupted with brilliant Immortal light across their entire bodies, their defensive arrays running frantically, runes flickering uncertainly, yet they were still scraped by the Sword Intent, causing them to roar incessantly—

The Restrictions on the hulls of the ships were trembling violently, as if they could collapse at any moment!

Countless Cultivators of the Guanghan Immortal Palace inside the ships felt a bone-chilling sharpness rushing towards them, their Divine Souls trembling, and even breathing became difficult!

"This... this Sword Intent..."

Fairy Xihua's pretty face turned deathly pale. Her jade hand tightly gripped the jade pendant at her waist, her knuckles turning white, her beautiful eyes filled with uncertainty:

"This direction is clearly coming from the Northern Nether Demon Realm!"

On Granny Hanmei's aged face, wrinkles were twitching slightly. She gazed at the Sword Intent in the northern firmament that pierced the heavens and earth, magnificent as a pillar, her voice carrying undisguised shock and horror:

"Just what kind of sacred being is it that can control an Imperial Weapon of such power? The strength of this Sword Intent is so great that I fear it has long since surpassed the might of ordinary Imperial Weapons—"

"It is directly approaching the realm of ancient Divine Artifacts!"

"And this person's Manifestation is very special..."

Elder Shuangning gently stroked the Ice Soul Sword in her sleeve, a violent tremor coming from her fingertips, her eyes filled with exclamation:

"Within this Sword Intent, it actually contains the Power of Primordial Creation. Its hardness can split the heavens and crack the earth, its softness can nurture vitality; it combines hardness and softness—"

"How terrifying!"

As they spoke, the three of them involuntarily cast their gazes toward Jian Tanghuang and Xuanyuan Zhanxian beside them, their eyes filled with inquiry.

Jian Tanghuang was in a fiery red dress, her figure peerless, her phoenix eyes cold and clear. At this moment, however, her delicate body shook violently, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened, staring fixedly at the direction of the north, her red lips parting, unable to conceal the shock in her heart.

She concentrated on sensing that faint wisp of Grandmist aura in the Void Realm. That aura was both familiar and strange, yet it struck directly into the depths of her Soul. Her cherry lips parted slightly, and she exclaimed in surprise:

"This... this is the aura of Revered Master's World Tree Manifestation!"

"What? Revered Master?!"

The three words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the Immortal fleet of the Guanghan Immortal Palace!

All the powerful figures' expressions changed drastically, their faces filled with unbelievable shock, and many even gasped in cold air—

Their eyes filled with horror!

Especially Fairy Xihua and the other high-level members; they knew Jian Tanghuang's identity too well—this was the Supreme Phoenix Lord of the Phoenix Clan, who had experienced nine lifetimes of Reincarnation, in each lifetime overlooking the Myriad Heavens and Worlds with the status of an Immortal Emperor, a being who commanded the ten thousand races and the God Race!

Just what kind of eternal titan could be respectfully called "Revered Master" by such a terrifying being?!

They feared that this person had long since stood at the very pinnacle of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds!

Fairy Xihua muttered to herself, her slender hand unconsciously brushing her chest, her heart beating wildly in her chest, her voice trembling:

"Phoenix Lord's Revered Master... then that means... is it a legendary existence?"

That Sword Intent transmitted across the endless Void Realm was not only incomparably sharp, enough to sever the galaxy, but also so powerful that it was suffocating—

As if it only needed a gentle flick to destroy a world!

Jian Tanghuang quickly calmed down from her initial shock. In those phoenix eyes that had experienced nine lifetimes of vicissitudes and had witnessed the rise and fall of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, there now burned an indescribable heat and urgency. The Divine Phoenix Tribulation Flame around her body rose involuntarily, the crimson flames burning fiercely, burning the surrounding Void Realm until it twisted—

Emitting a terrifying momentum that could burn the heavens and boil the seas.

Xuanyuan Zhanxian beside her was the same. This usually steady expert of the Dao of the sword had his hand gripping his sword trembling slightly at this moment. The Taiji Bagua Diagram between his brows was unconsciously spinning at high speed, and profound runes swirled around his body, echoing from afar with the Yin and Yang power in the Void Realm—

Emitting a clear, resonant sword hum.

"It cannot be wrong!"

Jian Tanghuang's voice was firm and decisive, carrying an unquestionable majesty, the Phoenix True Fire burning fiercely in the depths of her eyes:

"This Origin aura of the Power of Primordial Creation is of the same source as Revered Master's World Tree Manifestation! Although it is mixed with incomparably sharp Sword Intent and has become more aggressive, this life Origin that nurtures all things, that true meaning of creation that reverses life and death—"

"Under the heavens, only Revered Master's World Tree Manifestation can derive it!"

Granny Hanmei and Elder Shuangning exchanged a glance, both seeing stormy waves in each other's eyes!

An existence that could make the nine-lifetime Phoenix Lord Jian Tanghuang willingly call "Revered Master" had already exceeded the limits of their imagination.

And this existence was currently suspected to be in the Northern Nether Demon Realm, wielding a terrifying Sword Array Map that could shake the Central Plains and was suspected to be an Imperial Weapon—

Currently engaged in a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering confrontation with the Yao Race!

"Full speed ahead!"

Jian Tanghuang did not have the slightest hesitation, her voice carrying undisguised urgency:

"At the Immortal Palace's highest speed, regardless of consumption, get to the Myriad Demon Palace as soon as possible!"