681: Chapter 681 The Sword Tomb is Alive!

Myriad Calamity Sword Mound

The earth is roaring, trembling.

This is no ordinary earthquake; this is the Origin of the Dao of the Sword roaring, the unyielding will buried for one hundred thousand years awakening!

The Myriad Calamity Sword Mound stretches for three thousand li, burying the bones and Dao marks of countless Sword Cultivators of the Human Race over the past one hundred thousand years.

This land itself is a massive grave, every inch of soil permeated with the lingering remnants of Sword Intent—but at this moment, this grave has cracked!

The entire Sword Tomb has come alive!

"Hum—!"

When the first sword hum sounded, the Tomb-guarding Disciples thought it was an illusion.

But when the second, third, tenth, hundredth, and thousandth sounds exploded one after another, when the earth cracked with spiderweb-like fissures visible to the naked eye, and when the giant swords that had been silent for thousands of years began to tremble frantically one by one... they realized with terror—

The entire Sword Tomb, a region of three thousand li, with tens of thousands of primordial giant swords, had awakened simultaneously!

A giant cyan sword in the east was the first to riot!

Its hundred-zhang blade towered into the clouds, and within the spiderweb-like cracked Dao marks covering its body, blinding cyan light seeped out, as if a Bloodline that had been asleep for three thousand years was boiling anew at this moment!

The crimson giant sword beside it followed suit; its entire blade was like red-hot extraterrestrial meteorite iron, the surrounding air scorched and violently distorted, and the ancient runes on the sword ignited one by one, erupting with light and heat capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas!

Then came the golden giant sword, the black heavy sword, and the formless sword transparent as ice crystal...

One after another!

One after another!

In the three-thousand-li Sword Tomb, thousands of giant swords vibrated in unison, and thousands of sword lights soared into the sky!

These sword hums converged, no longer a single sword cry—this was a storm, a tsunami, a metallic frenzy sweeping across heaven and earth!

The Dragon-like sword cries tore through the sky, shattering clouds for a hundred li, and even the scorching sun above the firmament was dimmed by the surging wave of sharpness!

Between heaven and earth, only the Chaos of interwoven sword light and sword hum remained!

The Tomb-guarding Disciples knelt on the ground, trembling like chaff in the wind.

Their swords unsheathed themselves uncontrollably, hovering before them, their tips pointing uniformly toward the depths of the Sword Tomb—this was not unsheathing; this was worship! This was submission!

Disciples with lower cultivation already had blood seeping from their ears and noses, their internal organs buzzing in resonance—this was not an injury; this was the Physical Body's instinctual submission when facing Supreme Sword Intent!

"It... it is the Old Ancestor..."

Someone spoke with a trembling voice, teeth chattering.

Before the words could fade—

In the deepest part of the Sword Tomb, a figure that had sat withered for who knows how many years slowly opened its eyes.

What kind of eyes were these?

In these eyes, there were no pupils, no whites, only two miniature primordial sword shadows constantly circulating, colliding, being obliterated, and being reborn within the eye sockets!

Every collision sparked tiny, sharp points of light, and those points of light fell into the Void Realm, turning into eternal Sword marks!

Where his gaze fell, even space twisted and groaned, as if it could not withstand the sharpness contained within that gaze!

This is Jian Zangtian!

The Old Ancestor of the Myriad Calamity Sword Mound, a living fossil of the Human Race, a living primordial lethal weapon!

His face looked as if it had been chiseled by a heavenly blade, so sharp and angular it was almost cruel, every wrinkle carrying a fierce arc, carved line by line by Sword Qi!

His skin emitted a cold, bronze luster; this was not from the sun, but tempered by Sword Intent over endless years, its hardness comparable to a primordial divine weapon!

He had sat there withered for who knows how many years, covered in dust, thick grime accumulated on his shoulders and knees, looking exactly like a stone statue buried by time.

His breath was so faint it was almost stagnant, his heartbeat barely perceptible, his entire being like an unsheathed primordial divine sword, having retracted all its sharpness—

But at this moment, he had awakened!

Just the act of opening his eyes—

The simultaneous humming of all the swords in the Sword Tomb instantly rose by three octaves!

Thousands of giant swords trembled even more frantically, the erupted sword light piercing through the sky and earth, dyeing half the sky in the color of blinding sword radiance!

"Hmm?"

His voice rang out.

The sound was like two peerless lethal swords rubbing against each other, harsh, cold, devoid of any warmth.

Every syllable carried the texture of metal scraping bone, making one's teeth ache and spine chill upon hearing it!

He turned his head slightly, those eyes with circulating sword shadows looking toward the Void Realm.

In the Void Realm, a faint golden ripple was slowly spreading.

That was the aura of a decree.

It was the imprint of the Heavenly Dao Laws.

It was a fluctuation that only those standing at the Peak of the cultivation world could sense!

"Old Ghost Jiang's decree..."

Jian Zangtian's mouth corners twitched slightly.

This expression, one could not tell if it was a smile or mockery.

"What a grand gesture."

He slowly stood up.

With this action—

The earth of the entire Sword Tomb exploded!

Countless sword lights soared from the fissures, forming a brilliant pillar of light connecting heaven and earth!

Those giant swords stuck in the earth pulled themselves out one after another, circling and dancing frantically around him, thousands of sword tips pointing uniformly in his direction, as if welcoming their king, as if worshipping a living myth!

Jian Zangtian stood with his hands behind his back, looking toward the northern horizon.

That was the direction of Yuyao Pass.

"To be able to make that old thing use a Heavenly Dao decree... It seems the heavens are truly going to change."

His voice was indifferent, but in those eyes where sword shadows circulated, a Battle Intent that had been silent for who knows how many years ignited.

Hunyuan Wuji Sect · Wuji Hall

If the Myriad Calamity Sword Mound was a Shura field of sharp edges, then the Wuji Hall of the Hunyuan Wuji Sect was a Universe where Chaos had just begun to open.

The space inside the great hall was far more vast than it appeared from the outside.

Extreme spatial Laws were imprinted here, forcibly compressing a Small World into this hall.

Looking up, one could not see the dome; there was only a Chaos of nothingness extending endlessly, with a few points of starlight occasionally flashing, like ancient stars at the end of the distant Universe flickering in solitude.

In the center of the great hall was an ancient formation condensed from Chaos Qi.

The formation was a full hundred zhang in diameter, perfectly circular, its edge inlaid with ninety-nine fist-sized Chaos Spirit Stones, each slowly rotating, emitting a milky-white halo of Chaos.

Countless fine runes flowed on the surface of the formation; those runes were not carved, but condensed by the Chaos Qi itself, changing, reorganizing, and evolving every moment, like living things!

In the center of the formation sat a figure.

Wuji Daozi.

He looked to be only thirty years old, his face so plain it was almost bland, his features regular but unremarkable, just like a passerby seen anywhere on the street.

He wore a dusty Daoist robe, even patched in a few places, the cuffs worn white; no matter how one looked at it, he did not resemble the Supreme Sect Leader of a behemoth.

He sat casually in the center of the formation, legs crossed, hands resting on his knees, his posture so relaxed it was like he was sunbathing and napping in his own courtyard.

But—

Just at the moment the decree of Half-step Earth Immortal Jiang Wuya descended, the Chaos Qi around him suddenly trembled!

This was an extremely subtle change, like a stone thrown into a calm lake. But in this Chaos, any fluctuation would be magnified a thousand or ten thousand times!

The ninety-nine Chaos Spirit Stones accelerated their rotation simultaneously, emitting a dull low hum, and the runes on the surface of the formation began to jump frantically, like frightened primordial swimming fish!

From the seemingly turbid eyes of Wuji Daozi, a sharp light suddenly shot out!

This sharp light flashed and vanished, too fast to capture.

But the moment it appeared, the Chaos Qi in the entire Wuji Hall seemed to be ignited, erupting with blinding light!

Those originally chaotically flowing Chaos Qi gathered toward the center of the formation at this moment, forming a massive vortex swallowing everything around Wuji Daozi!

"Interesting."

He only said three words.

His tone was indifferent, as if saying the weather was nice today.

But the faint smile at the corners of his mouth exposed his true inner thoughts.

In this smile, there was curiosity, playfulness, and even a little—excitement.

He raised his right hand, fingers spread, and gently grabbed forward.

In the Void Realm, a wisp of golden Law power was pinched between his fingers.

This wisp of golden thread was as thin as a gossamer, yet it exuded a heart-palpitating pressure; it was precisely the lingering trace of the Heavenly Dao decree from Half-step Earth Immortal Jiang Wuya!

He stared at this golden thread for a moment, the smile at the corners of his mouth deepening by a fraction.

Then, he flicked it lightly.

The golden thread vanished silently.

He closed his eyes again, as if nothing had happened.

But if an observant person were present, they would discover—the direction he looked at last before closing his eyes was the North.

The direction of Yuyao Pass.

Lingxiao Heavenly Palace · Lingxiao Treasure Hall

This place is the closest the Human Race gets to the "Heavenly Court."

Lingxiao Heavenly Palace floats above the Nine Heavens, with endless seas of clouds surging beneath its feet, and vast stars revolving overhead.

The entire palace is carved from a single piece of extraterrestrial meteorite iron, presenting a deep purple-gold color throughout, glowing with a faint, ancient luster under the illumination of the starlit sky.

Lingxiao Treasure Hall is situated at the very core of the Heavenly Palace.

The hall is magnificent and resplendent, yet by no means gaudily ostentatious.

Every inch of the walls and every floor tile here emits a soft halo—that is the radiance of Spiritual Qi.

The Spiritual Qi here is so dense it has almost condensed into substance; with every breath, one can feel the Spiritual Qi surging madly through the Meridians, and every mouthful of air is worth three days of bitter cultivation in the outside world!

Each of the pillars in the hall is an ancient divine tree.

These divine trees are thick enough to require ten people to embrace them, their bark covered in the textures of time, emitting a faint woody fragrance, as if having accumulated hundreds of millions of years of time.

It is said that these divine trees have survived since the ancient era, each containing a trace of Heavenly Dao Laws, serving as the Foundation and lifeblood of the entire Lingxiao Heavenly Palace.

The roof tiles of the hall are all extraterrestrial meteorite gold.

These meteorite golds flash with a cold, piercing light under the starlight, like countless ancient stars embedded in the dome.

They can not only autonomously absorb the power of the stars to temper the Heavenly Palace, but also resist the invasion of extraterrestrial demons, serving as the strongest defensive barrier for the entire Lingxiao Heavenly Palace.