535: Chapter 535 Ancient Sword Coffin

"Sword Master."

The voice came from the deepest depths of the Void Realm, muffled like the roar of subterranean magma, yet resembling the hiss before a star collapses, each syllable carrying the weight of eons.

"Ruthless... I am late."

The figure of Sword Ruthless stepped completely out of the shattered Void Realm, his ash-white hair moving without wind, every strand seeming to condense with biting Sword Intent.

He stood there, behind him the unclosed rift in time and space, where countless worlds seemed to be born and die, sending forth distant, sorrowful sword cries.

Wanyan Shu did not respond.

He only stared at the back of Sword Ruthless, the light in his molten-gold pupils flickering violently, dimming and brightening like a candle in the wind, or a volcano about to erupt.

He saw the old, never-drying bloodstains on the white robe of Sword Ruthless, and the spiderweb-like cracks spreading in his grey eyes, symbolizing the shattering of his Origin.

Immediately after, he slowly turned around. His gaze, like the heaviest star, pressed toward where Lu Changzhi was—the body that was silently collapsing, this broken sword hilt symbolizing end and deathly stillness.

His gaze swept over Lu Changzhi's paper-pale face, over the faint grey light almost extinguished on his chest, and finally, landed heavily on the dim hilt of the dragon-subduing imperial weapon.

The dragon patterns were completely dimmed.

The five-clawed golden dragon that once stirred up the clouds and looked down upon the universe was now like a specimen dead for many years, curled up on the cold metal, devoid of any spirituality.

Its dragon scales were peeling, its horns broken, and the remaining claw marks also exuded a bone-deep deathly stillness.

Wanyan Shu's lips trembled slightly.

No sound was made, but all the accumulated, frozen, roaring rage had already burned away the last bit of reason deep in his pupils the moment he raised his eyes, leaving only the purest, most violent flames of destruction.

The next instant—

He suddenly raised his left arm, fingers spread wide, not reaching for the enemy before him, but fiercely grasping toward the end of the Void Realm, toward the depths of Chaos forgotten outside of time!

Boom—!!!

It was as if ten thousand worlds had their seals torn open simultaneously.

The silence of eons was brutally broken as a sword case, pitch-black all over and seemingly capable of devouring all light, broke through layers of space-time barriers, crushed countless chains of Law, and with a shrill scream that made the heavens tremble, crashed into his palm!

The sword case was devoid of light, yet more heart-palpitating than the deepest night.

The moment it appeared, the surrounding Void Realm groaned under the unbearable weight, collapsing and twisting inch by inch.

Carved upon the case were flowing, ferocious primordial patterns, each line seeming to roar silently, as if imprisoning hundreds of millions of unwilling sword Souls.

Merely its "existence" caused the eternal Dao Laws surrounding Lord Jixing and Lord Zangxing in the distance to tremble violently, emitting faint and clear cracking sounds.

"Eons-old debts..."

Wanyan Shu spoke, his voice no longer belonging to an individual, but sounding like thunder rolling from the lowest level of the Nine Serenities, carrying the scorching heat of magma and the cold of dark iron.

"...settled today."

Within his golden pupils, the heaven-burning rage was thoroughly ignited, transforming into two scorching suns that pierced through the Void Realm.

With one hand, he lifted the peerless sword case that seemed to weigh more than ten thousand worlds and took a step—the Void Realm beneath his feet, like fragile glass, shattered with a boom, spreading spiderweb-like black cracks!

"You hurt my Sword Master—"

He transformed into a blazing golden rainbow that pierced through the past and future, carrying with it the billions of sword cries about to erupt from the sword case, and rushed straight at Lord Jixing and Lord Zangxing with the most resolute and insane posture!

"Void Clan... pay with your lives—!!!"

Clang—!

The peerless sword case suddenly opened a slit!

Just from this slit, billions of distinct Sword Intents, sword lights, and sword cries burst forth!

Some were as glorious as the great sun in the sky, some as chilling as the profound ice of the Nine Serenities, some as swift as the passage of time, and some as heavy as a collapsing stellar core...

The essence of Sword Dao from countless eras, the sharp obsession of countless heroes, converged at this moment into a torrential flood of Sword Intent that swept across the universe, following that golden rainbow and submerging everything!

Almost at the same moment.

Sword Ruthless stood coldly in place, the cracks in his grey eyes suddenly deepening, as if something from the deepest part of his Soul had completely awakened, shattered, and then gushed out!

Rumble—!!!

The Void Realm behind him did not just split; it collapsed with a boom!

An ancient bronze coffin, so huge it made one's Soul tremble, emerged majestically from the nothingness!

The coffin body was mottled, covered in thick dust of time that seemed to be solidified from a mixture of blood and rust.

It was carved with blurred ancient battle scenes: gods and demons falling, stars crashing, worlds being born and dying, and... the resolute figures of countless sword-wielders slashing toward the sky!

Merely with the appearance of the coffin body, an ancient Evil Qi that buried all Dao and ended the era surged out like a bursting sea of the underworld!

It was none other than the Ancient Sword Coffin!

"Clang—!"

The coffin lid had not opened, yet endless black blades, like a flood of death pouring back from the Nine Serenities, poured madly from every gap in the coffin!

Each black blade was not a physical entity, but the manifestation of the purest concept of "burial and destruction." Wherever they passed, the Void Realm died completely, Laws returned to nothingness, and only eternal "end" spread!

Wanyan Shu's sword case traversed the sky, pouring out the sharpness of eons!

Sword Ruthless's sword coffin suppressed the world, surging with a flood of burial and destruction!

The two figures, one like the first ray of light at the creation of the world, the other like the last shadow at the end of all things, carried a monstrous rage that even the entire galaxy could not wash away, swearing to turn this Void Realm into the final grave of their enemies—or themselves!

Wanyan Shu's sword case traversed the sky, Sword Ruthless's sword coffin suppressed the world.

The two figures, like two meteors burning with ancient hatred, streaked across the sky at a speed surpassing time and space.

Billions of Sword Intents interwove into an ocean of destruction, completely turning the area where Lord Jixing and Lord Zangxing were located into a boiling purgatory of swords.

This was revenge spanning eons, a reenactment of a slaughter already branded deep within their true spirits.

Lord Jixing stood at the center of the storm of the sword sea, not retreating a single step.

This infinitely profound creation jade disc floated quietly three inches before his brow, flowing with a gentle yet supreme profound golden light.

The light circulated, automatically weaving into a layer of Dao Law light screen that appeared thin yet was indestructible.

The sword rain, capable of tearing stars apart, fell and struck the light screen, emitting a dense clanging like rain hitting ten-thousand-year dark iron, splashing countless gorgeous yet deadly ripples, yet it could not... advance an inch.

"Eons of silence," Lord Jixing's voice sounded flatly, without mockery, without contempt, and even without emotion, merely stating a cold fact, "is this all you have cultivated?"

He raised his right hand, fingers spread, and pressed lightly toward the surging sword tide before him—

Boom!

The thousands of sharp sword lights spewing from Wanyan Shu's sword case, when only three zhang away from Lord Jixing, were like hitting an invisible, absolutely impassable barrier, all freezing in place!

Thousands of ancient swords, Dao swords, and killing swords of various forms and imposing auras trembled wildly at their tips, emitting unbearable wails as if strangled by an invisible giant hand, unable to even self-destruct.

"The Void Clan, holding the creation jade disc, is holding the Laws of all Dao." Lord Jixing raised his eyes, his deep pupils reflecting the imprisoned sword forest, and also reflecting Wanyan Shu's burning golden pupils, "Sword Dao is also among them."

His five fingers curled slightly.

Crack... Boom!!!

Thousands of priceless ancient swords, containing sword Souls, along with the violent Sword Intent they carried, were like fragile glass products, shattering all at once in the same instant!

The fragments did not scatter, but instead, under the effect of some reversed Law, carried even greater destructive power and rolled back!

"Pfft—!"

The golden rainbow transformed by Wanyan Shu was hit head-on by this terrifying backlash, as if struck by a primordial giant hammer, retreating hundreds of miles with a boom, scattering large patches of shocking black blood mist along the way, in which tiny golden Soul fragments were drifting.

On the other side, Lord Zangxing let out a wild laugh; his broken body constantly added new wounds in the flood of black blades poured by Sword Ruthless's Ancient Sword Coffin, dark golden divine blood gushing out like a spring, but his Battle Intent became even more intense and crazy.

"Come on! You ancient sword maniac! Let this seat see how much weight is left in your coffin!"

Lord Zangxing roared, the phantom of the "dao-burying halberd" that seemed capable of burying the Dao condensed again, though dimmer than before, it was more solid and ferocious; every swing of the halberd carried the deathly Dao rhyme of dragging the world into sinking, colliding madly with the black blades rushing out of the bronze coffin.

The clash between the halberd phantom and the black blades was no longer a simple collision of energy, but a duel between two ultimate concepts of "destruction."

Every impact caused the Void Realm to "die" in large swaths, turning into absolute nothingness, where even the concept of time and space ceased to exist.

Sword Ruthless remained silent. The cracks in his grey eyes were increasing, almost covering the entire eyeball, and fine blood lines wound down from the corners of his eyes.

The ancient Sword Intent was like his passing life, pouring out like a waterfall.

This huge bronze coffin rumbled and opened another slit, and a more intense, more ancient, and more deathly frenzy of black blades surged out, each blade carrying an Evil Qi that caused all Dao to wither.

Under this impact that was almost mutual destruction, Lord Zangxing was forced... to retreat three steps.

Just three steps.

He steadied his figure, licking the dark red blood continuously dripping from the corner of his mouth; the blood dripped into the Void Realm, actually corroding tiny black holes.

He grinned, revealing blood-stained teeth, his smile ferocious: "Ancient Sword Master, you are old. How long can this broken Soul still support this sword coffin?"

Sword Ruthless did not answer.

Because he knew.

Being sealed for eons, being able to keep this wisp of remnant Soul was already a Heaven-Defying act, and wielding his sword until now, with the Sword Intent rushing to this point, it had long surpassed the limit that his remnant Soul could bear.

Every roar of the sword coffin was the violent burning of his Soul Origin.