536: Chapter 536 Peerless Sword Box

Wanyan Shu knew it too.

He steadied his reeling figure, looking at the sword box in his hand—the thousand swords were completely shattered, leaving only the archaic and heavy box body, with even a few fine cracks appearing on its surface.

His eyes were densely bloodshot, yet the light in his golden pupils grew even more fervent and mad. With a low roar, he actually used the sword box itself as a weapon, transforming once again into a blood-stained golden rainbow. Abandoning all ranged Divine Ability, he charged straight at Lord Jixing—

Close quarters! Combat!

Lord Jixing still did not move, only quietly watching him charge over, his gaze as indifferent as one watching an ant rush into a fire.

Wanyan Shu gathered all his remaining strength, all his anger, and all the grievances and hatred from the eternal past, pouring it all into his right fist. Layers of ancient battle patterns emerged upon his fist, and he fiercely smashed it toward that suspended creation jade disc!

Boom—!!!!

The mysterious golden light was like ten thousand suns exploding at the same time!

An indescribably terrifying recoil force, mixed with the supreme Dao Law carried by the creation jade disc itself, which was enough to crush the great Universe, surged along Wanyan Shu's fist and arm, flooding his entire body!

"Crackle..."

A teeth-gritting cracking sound exploded. Wanyan Shu's entire right arm, from fist to shoulder, all its flesh, Meridians, and even parts of the bone, instantly shattered and annihilated! Only a section of ghastly arm bone, stained with golden blood and covered in cracks, remained!

His body was sent reeling backward again like a broken doll. This time, he flew further, his injuries were heavier, and his aura instantly withered to the extreme.

And Lord Jixing, under such a punch, swayed slightly.

He retreated half a step. Merely half a step.

He lowered his head, looking at the position of his mysterious golden Dao robe on his chest—there, a shallow, almost imperceptible white mark remained.

A thread of black blood, thinner than a hair, slowly seeped out from that white mark, condensing into a drop of black blood the size of a rice grain, yet as heavy as a star, sliding down along the Dao robe.

Lord Jixing looked at that drop of blood and was silent for a moment.

"If you were in your prime, this punch..." His voice was still calm, yet it seemed to have a trace of extremely subtle fluctuation, "Might have been able to make me retreat a step."

"But now, you are not enough."

Lord Jixing's voice was understated, yet it seemed to carry the dust and weight of the eternal past.

This was a trace of acknowledgment from the supreme existence toward his nemesis from the eternal past.

Wanyan Shu forcibly steadied his figure in the distant Void Realm turbulence. On his right arm's white bone, flesh was wriggling and regenerating at an extremely slow speed, each regeneration accompanied by intense Soul scorching pain.

The bloodshot veins in his golden pupils were almost about to burst, but he stared fixedly at Lord Jixing, staring at that sliding drop of black blood.

"Ten thousand moves," he spat out a mouthful of black blood, his voice low and hoarse, as if speaking to himself, and also as if speaking to Sword Ruthless not far away.

Sword Ruthless stood by his side, his white robe already shredded by blood and his own Sword Qi into rags. Gray-white specks of light, symbolizing the Origin Sword Intent, were constantly overflowing from his body, like smoke drifting from a candle flickering in the wind.

"Thirteen thousand two hundred and seventy-four moves."

Sword Ruthless reported a number precise to the single digit, his voice as hoarse as two pieces of rusty iron rubbing together, "He... has not used his full strength."

The two looked at each other across the distance. No words were needed; both saw the same word, the same will, from the depths of the other's burning, shattered pupils—

Kill!

Knowing it was impossible to succeed, impossible to win, and that they might suffer Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering the next moment.

But, it had to be done. Behind them was the last aura of the Sword Master, the promise of the eternal past, and the gaze of countless companions in slumber.

Retreat?

There was no way to retreat!

Only move forward, live toward death, or... die toward death!

"Again." Wanyan Shu held the broken sword box horizontally in front of him. This time, he used his only remaining left hand to support the bottom of the box. His right arm hung powerlessly, the white bone ghastly.

Sword Ruthless nodded slightly. The towering bronze giant coffin behind him emitted a roar that shook the Soul, and the coffin lid... slowly moved backward, opening a larger gap!

Inside the coffin—there were no mountains of ancient swords and divine weapons as imagined.

There was only a chaotic, gray-white mist, seemingly condensed from countless shattered eras and extinguished Sword Intent.

The mist rolled and finally slowly condensed, forming the outline of a sword.

This was a gray-white ancient sword, its design archaic to the extreme, without any decoration, yet it exuded a desolate dead silence that made all things end and time freeze.

Upon the sword body, it was covered in dense, crisscrossing cracks, as if a light touch would cause it to completely turn into dust.

This was Sword Ruthless's true life-bound sword. Before the eternal past, it completely shattered along with his true body when he died in battle, and the sword Soul was extinguished.

At this moment, he used this wisp of remaining Soul as a guide, and burning his Soul source as fuel, forcibly recalling the Sword Intent fragments scattered across the eternal time and space to re-condense this sword!

Lord Jixing's gaze fell, for the first time truly and for a long time, on that gray-white ancient sword.

In the depths of his indifferent eyes, there seemed to be an extremely complex glimmer passing by, like an undercurrent surging beneath a frozen lake surface.

After a long time, he slowly spat out two words:

"Since you insist on seeking death, then I have no choice but to send you on your way."

The moment the words fell—

Hum!

The creation jade disc at his brow suddenly erupted with unprecedented, brilliant mysterious golden light!

This light did not diffuse, but rather, as if possessing tangible weight and will, it layered and covered the sky, crushing toward Wanyan Shu and Sword Ruthless!

Wherever it passed, the Void Realm was no longer collapsing but was directly "formatted," returning to the most primitive, absolute order defined only by "creation"!

"Bang!!!"

The Peerless Sword Box in front of Wanyan Shu, already covered in cracks, let out an unbearable wail under this crushing absolute creation Dao Law, completely shattering, turning into countless black fragments that splashed everywhere!

"Cra... crackle..."

The gray-white ancient sword that Sword Ruthless had re-condensed with his Soul could not even be swung; the countless cracks on the sword body simultaneously lit up with blinding gray light, and then... it shattered inch by inch!

Like a weathered sand sculpture, it dissipated in the ocean of mysterious golden light.

"Urgh—!"

The two's broken bodies, like dust caught in a Universe storm, were blasted reeling backward again, more miserably than any time before.

Their Soul light dimmed sharply, and countless transparent cracks appeared on their Soul bodies, as if they were about to completely dissipate into the most basic true spirit light points the next moment.

The struggle of the eternal past, the combat exhausting everything, in the face of this absolute power gap, seemed destined to finally welcome a desperate final chapter.

However—

Just at the moment when Wanyan Shu and Sword Ruthless's consciousness were about to be swallowed by endless darkness and intense pain, just at the moment when Lord Jixing's creation mysterious light was about to completely erase even their last traces of existence.

On the chest of Lu Changzhi's shell, whose vitality was almost completely extinguished and was slowly disintegrating—

That gray-white light core, weak as the embers of a flickering candle, suddenly... lit up!

It was not the flickering of a dying light, but an awakening, a summoning, an outburst of supreme will that transcended the current time and space and the current battle!

Hum—!!!

The gray-white light was not blinding, but it seemed to pierce through the seals of the eternal past, pierce through the boundaries of life and death, pierce through the constraints of all Laws, and shot into the sky!

A voice, whose specific source could not be distinguished but which caused the Souls of all existences present to shake violently, resonated through the Universe along with that pillar of light, piercing through the past and future:

"Sword Master—Order—"

The sound was like the first thunder when Chaos first opened, and like the unison hum when ten thousand swords returned to their Origin!

"All Sword Masters—"

"Return to your positions!!!"

Boom—!!!!!!

As if in response to this summons that traversed the eternal past.

At the end of the Void Realm, the barrier wrapped in endless Chaos and oblivion was forcibly torn open by an indescribable great power, creating the first crack!

Within the crack, there was endless desolation and loneliness, and time frozen for the eternal past.

A figure stepped out from that crack. Black robes fluttering, as if woven from the eternal night, stained with dust and blood from different eras.

He carried an archaic long sword on his back. The sword was not unsheathed, and there was not even any light leaking, but just the fact that he "existed" here, the invisible Sword Intent he exuded, already pressed the floating stones in the Void Realm for a hundred miles, silently turning them into dust!

Immediately after—

A second crack bloomed in the Void Realm on the other side. A third figure walked out, stepping on the wreckage of stars.

The fourth... the fifth...

Crack, crack, crack...

The sound of cracks spreading became more and more dense, like ice breaking, covering every corner and every dimension of this battlefield like a spider web!

Behind every crack, there was a connection to a forgotten time and space, a silent Sword Tomb, a sealed epic!

Figure after figure walked out from those cracks. Their attire varied; some in broken armor, some in simple cloth clothes, some in gorgeous ancient robes. Their auras were either as sharp as a honed blade, or as calm as a sheathed ancient sword, or as fierce as a raging fire, or as ethereal as the flowing clouds of the Nine Heavens...

But in their eyes, they all had the same thing—a sword gleam that had endured the eternal past without being extinguished, and, after hearing that "Sword Master Order," a determination and Battle Intent that burned completely, enough to incinerate everything!

They awoke from the seals of the eternal past. They returned from eternal slumber. Silently, firmly, step by step, they walked toward the center where the light was about to be extinguished, toward the source that issued the summons.

The Void Realm, because of their arrival, began to tremble, wail, and boil!

All swords... return!