121: Chapter 122 Struggle to Lose a Hundred Boats

The Disciples below erupted into an uproar, filled with excitement, unwillingness, and confusion.

Shen Moyan stood rooted to the spot, dazedly experiencing this historic moment.

He looked down at the Biyang Sword Sect robe he wore, then recalled the various things about the later-era Biyang Sword Sect. A strange sensation of temporal disjunction and karmic cycles welled up in his heart.

"I actually... became a witness to history... No, this scene already happened long ago."

Shen Moyan murmured to himself.

The Five-Colored Heavenly Realm is not a plane; it buried everything of the ancient Shanhai.

"That Five-Colored Heavenly Realm is the relic, or rather the tomb, left behind by Them!"

"It is filled with the lingering Dao Rhyme of fallen Fate Controllers, harboring unknown, great terrors..."

Baili Ming's words echoed in his ears.

"...Once, the Gui Zang True Monarch, relying on his cultivation, wanted to enter and explore for Opportunities. As a result, all traces of his existence were immediately erased from space and time!"

"If not for the origin dao preaching stele recording his Dao Rhyme, he would have long been forgotten by everyone."

At this moment, Shen Moyan was inside the Five-Colored Heavenly Realm.

Or rather, he was inside a coffin crafted by five Fate Controllers.

The look in Shen Moyan's eyes gradually deepened from the initial shock.

He quietly restrained his aura, completely blending himself into the group of excited Biyang Sword Sect Disciples.

"The 'ten deaths, no life' I deduced... so that's what it meant."

It wasn't a problem with the divination. Shen Moyan's 'ten deaths, no life' referred to the identity of 'Shen Moyan' having ten deaths, no life.

He entered the Five-Colored Heavenly Realm. His external identity, all his Karma, was naturally buried.

"Fate Controllers are truly divine and miraculous, able to intercept a segment of time and stuff it into a coffin."

"Wait, this also means I can personally experience the great war of the ancient Shanhai?"

Shen Moyan couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

After others enter the Five-Colored Heavenly Realm, their identity and Karma are erased, making it extremely difficult to leave again, unless they are Holy Court Cultivators of the seventh profundity official rank.

But Shen Moyan was different.

He could restart!

"Perhaps I can use this chance to understand the truth sealed away about Shanhai, to learn the secret that the Xuanhuang Emperor Lord was willing to personally intervene to conceal..." Shen Moyan's eyes flickered.

"And from this Hundred Boats Discourse, I can also harvest the Dao Rhyme of the ancient Prodigies, which would greatly benefit the growth of my Purple Mansion."

"If it really doesn't work out, I can leave at any time without any loss."

After the assembly at the Ten Thousand Swords Plaza concluded, Shen Moyan found an Opportunity to seek out the Sword Disciple, Xie Wuxin.

"Senior Brother Xie, our Sect has been established for a million years, the name 'Qingyang' has shaken Shanhai. Why the sudden resolution to change the name? Has the Sect encountered some difficulty?"

Xie Wuxin remained silent for a moment before speaking, his voice clear and cold:

"The specific reason, I do not know."

"I only know that the Sect Master of the Tianji Divine Sect, not long ago, at the cost of ten thousand years of Dao cultivation, glimpsed a corner of the future and delivered a prophecy."

He paused, as if weighing his words: "The prophecy mentioned that the Qing Ming Fate Controller, who attained the Dao a million years ago and holds mastery over the ultimate subtle, will, in the not-too-distant future, bring... an immeasurable calamity upon the Shanhai Realm."

Shen Moyan's expression turned strange.

The Qing Ming Fate Controller would harm Shanhai? What a joke!

Xie Wuxin continued: "The character 'Qing' shares the same pronunciation as that Fate Controller's honorific title. This is taboo. What's more crucial is..."

"According to secret Sect records, that Qing Ming Fate Controller, before attaining the Dao, seemed to have had a period of karmic entanglement with our Sect's predecessor, the 'Qingyang Sword Sect'. The rights and wrongs, the gratitude and grudges, have long been lost to time, but this connection itself, when calamity arrives, could become a source of disaster."

"To avoid disaster and sever old ties, changing the name to 'Biyang' is the best strategy."

"Thank you for clearing that up, Senior Brother." Shen Moyan suppressed the turmoil in his heart and spoke solemnly.

Xie Wuxin gave a slight nod and said no more... Three days later, the Boundless Sea of Light.

The Hundred Boats Discourse, a gathering of elite heroes.

Three streaks of sword light shot into the sky, tearing through the sea of clouds, racing towards the center of the Sea of Light.

Leading them was the Sword Disciple Xie Wuxin. His sword light was condensed like a single thread, yet its speed was astonishingly fast, forcing the cloud qi aside.

Following closely behind was Shen Moyan.

He rode a cyan-gold stream of light, which was the original owner of this body's life-bound Flying Sword, "Startling Swan". The sword light was agile and swift, its trajectory unpredictable.

During these three days of secluded cultivation, relying on the terrifying insight of the Xiyi Perspective, Shen Moyan had completely mastered this "Qingyang Ascension Manual".

The one falling behind was a young man dressed in dark black martial attire, standing on a wide, heavy greatsword.

His sword-riding posture was as steady as a mountain. The sword light was heavy and majestic. Though slightly slower in speed, it carried an indomitable, domineering Sword Intent.

This was the other fellow Disciple invited by Xie Wuxin, Ye Xianfeng.

Ye Xianfeng was also a famous Genius in the Sword Sect, with Peak Golden Core cultivation. His sword path was fierce and sharp, taking the path of "a heavy sword has no edge, great skill appears artless", completely different from the lightness and agility of "Startling Swan". Within the Sect, he was known as "Mountain-Collapsing Sword".

Three streaks of sword light, each with a distinct style, yet all extraordinary. They sped like thunderbolts across the boundless sea surface, slicing through the sky, drawing the gazes of Cultivators along the way.

Shen Moyan silently experienced this ancient Sword Cultivator's method of travel. It was different from the later-era escape arts and teleportation arrays, placing more emphasis on the resonance between one's own Sword Intent and the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, making it incredibly fast.

While adapting, he secretly contemplated the sword path auras of Xie Wuxin and Ye Xianfeng, gaining significant insights.

"Junior Brother Shen, I heard your sword path has improved again?"

During the flight, Ye Xianfeng's gaze was sharp as lightning, sweeping towards Shen Moyan, his Battle Intent unconcealed.

Shen Moyan's heart tightened, knowing this was a probe and also customary among fellow Disciples.

His expression unchanged, he calmly replied: "Senior Brother Ye's 'Mountain-Collapsing' Sword Intent is as solid and condensed as a mountain. This Junior Brother was just thinking of seeking some advice."

Xie Wuxin, ahead, seemed not to hear, only uttering a faint sentence:

"Penglai Immortal Island approaches. Focus your minds. The Discourse has also invited the Six Hells scoundrels. Do not be distracted."

Hearing this, both Shen Moyan and Ye Xianfeng restrained their auras and concentrated on sword riding.

The host of this Hundred Boats Discourse was the Penglai Immortal Sect, one of the Twenty-One Immortal Orthodoxies.

After roughly half a day of flight, suddenly the surrounding Void Realm solidified abruptly, as if sinking into an invisible quagmire.

The trio's previously fluid sword lights jolted violently, their speed plummeting.

Immediately after, endless black-red Devilish Qi surged out from the Void Realm, transforming into countless ferocious Demonic Fiends that roared and pounced. Furthermore, a gigantic demonic array covering heaven and earth instantly took shape, with blood light soaring to the sky, sealing off all escape routes in all directions.

"Hmph! Petty minions of the demonic Sect dare to block our path?"

Ye Xianfeng snorted coldly. The greatsword on his back was already half-drawn, a fierce Sword Intent erupting.

Xie Wuxin's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes turned cold:

"Zheng Quan, get out here!"

"Hahaha! Xie Wuxin, long time no see. Your temper is still as foul as ever!"

Accompanied by arrogant laughter, the phantom of a Cultivator in deep blue demonic robes appeared from the center of the demonic array.

This was the Formation Genius of the Six Hells Demonic Sect who had risen to prominence in recent years.

"Zheng Quan?"

Shen Moyan's pupils trembled.

"I never thought the esteemed Sword Sect would actually change its name. Truly a disgrace to the face of the Immortal Orthodoxies."

"Today, this place is where your Sword Sect will be broken and sink into the sand! Still want to participate in the Hundred Boats Discourse? Dream on!" Zheng Quan sneered viciously, waving his hand.

"Yin Mo Soul-Binding Prison Realm, rise!"

Boom!

The demonic array unleashed its full power. Countless Demonic Fiends howled as they descended. Corrosive blood light that targeted the Divine Soul and space-twisting chains interwove as they attacked.

"Enjoy yourselves properly inside here! Hahaha..." With that, Zheng Quan did not linger to fight. His figure left the demonic array and disappeared.

Clearly, his goal was only obstruction, not a fight to the death.

Xie Wuxin pointed with his sword fingers. A brilliant sword aura slashed out, tearing through a large swath of Demonic Fiends. But the Formation was a seamless whole, instantly repairing itself, making it difficult to break open for the moment.

Ye Xianfeng also roared, swinging his sword to meet the enemy. His sword aura was domineering, but he too was entangled by layers of Demonic Fiends.

"Sword Disciple, these Six Hells scoundrels want to obstruct us from participating in the Hundred Boats Discourse!" Ye Xianfeng said through gritted teeth.

Shen Moyan, within the array, felt demonic sounds assailing his ears and his Divine Soul swaying, but he did not panic.

His gaze swept across the entire demonic array. Under the Xiyi Perspective, the trajectories of the various array eyes in this seemingly perilous Formation were clearly visible.

"With my ability, I can unravel this Formation, but it would still take several months..." Shen Moyan's thoughts raced, seeing the key point.

The three each had their own methods, but for a short time, they actually found it difficult to break the array.

"Damn it! That demonic whelp!" Ye Xianfeng roared in fury but was helpless.

Xie Wuxin's face was ice-cold, constantly using his supreme sword heart to deduce flaws in the Formation.

Shen Moyan also settled his mind, using the Xiyi Perspective to assist in analysis.

They were trapped for half a year.

During these six months, the three exhausted their means, repeatedly contending with the demonic array.

Finally, on a certain day, they broke free, all somewhat disheveled, with an even darker gloom shrouding their hearts.

Delayed for half a year, the Discourse assembly had probably long since concluded.

"What should we do, Sword Disciple? Do we still go?" Ye Xianfeng asked.

"Of course. An accepted invitation cannot be broken." Xie Wuxin replied.

However, not long after they continued forward, they encountered a panicked, disheveled streak of escape light.

The escape light was crooked and erratic, its aura chaotic, as if severely injured.

As it drew closer, they could see it was a young Cultivator dressed in Eight Trigrams Daoist Robes, his face as pale as paper.

The jade pendant at his waist revealed his identity: the True Disciple of the Dayan Array Sect, True Disciple of Array!

"Fellow Daoist True Disciple of Array? What matter has you so panicked?" Xie Wuxin frowned and asked.

Upon seeing the trio, True Disciple of Array acted as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. His voice trembled, filled with terror:

"It's over! All over! The Penglai Immortal Sect... is gone!"