332: Chapter 342 The Strong Prey on the Weak! Sudden Enlightenment, Merging with the Origin!

"Rumble—!"

When that towering light gate, carved with ancient sword patterns, opened completely, a vast and ancient aura of the Sword Origin instantly swept across the entire Linchuan Realm.

"The Trial Tokens are randomly scattered across the Sword Domain every ten thousand years; those with the ability shall possess them!"

The Elder of the Saint Realm responsible for opening the Secret Realm stood high in the sky and announced loudly, "Anyone holding a token, with cultivation below the Saint Realm, may enter the trial on their own!"

As soon as the words fell, a brilliant meteor shower began in the sky.

Those were the Prodigies from top forces like Sword Emperor Mountain and the Myriad Sword Ancient Clan, who, surrounded by their protectors, turned into streaks of light and swaggered rapidly towards the trial light gate.

Time passed second by second, and as the Prodigies from the major forces became fewer and fewer.

Only a dozen figures sporadically darted out from the Loose Cultivator camp.

They were Loose Cultivators who had been extremely lucky to obtain Trial Tokens.

At this moment, like startled birds, they frantically cast their escape techniques, desperate to rush into the light gate, fearing they might meet with misfortune.

However, in this Sword Domain of survival of the fittest, the more they feared something, the more likely it was to happen.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Dozens of powerful auras suddenly rose from all directions, like an impenetrable wall, tightly sealing the path of those dozen Loose Cultivators!

"Fellow Daoist Loose Cultivators, if you could relinquish your tokens, my Spirit Sword Sect would be most grateful, and there will definitely be generous compensation afterwards."

"My Blood Sword Sect is willing to offer three Core Disciple spots in exchange for the tokens in your hands."

Those speaking were all Golden Immortal Elders from medium-sized Sects!

Top Sects had stable energy channels to obtain tokens, so they naturally disdained engaging in such highway robbery.

But these middle and lower-tier Sects, wanting to rise, had to rely on this most primitive method—robbing!

The expressions of the dozen Loose Cultivators who were forcibly blocked instantly became extremely ugly.

"Trial Tokens depend on Opportunity! Since we were able to obtain the tokens, we have naturally received the approval of the Sword Trial!"

A Loose Cultivator carrying two swords on his back gritted his teeth and shouted, "That's right! We ask that you Seniors follow some rules and let us pass!"

Everyone knew the generous compensation promised by the Sects was just an empty check.

Even if we take a step back, even if they really gave it, how could mere resources replace the Heaven-Defying fortune of tempering one's Heart-Nature and comprehending the Sword Origin within the Sword Trial?

"Rules?"

Hearing the Loose Cultivator's words, a dangerous glint flashed in the eyes of those Sect powerhouses.

The Blood Sword Sect Elder sneered and drew the blood-red longsword from his waist, "Did you not hear what the Saint Senior said just now? Trial Tokens, those with the ability shall possess them!"

"Fellow Daoists, do you really think you can hold onto such an Opportunity?"

"Listen to this old man's advice: obediently hand over the tokens now, and everyone will be safe. After all... you only have one life!"

The threatening words were self-evident.

The killing intent in the air instantly boiled.

The dozen Loose Cultivators who had obtained tokens secretly exchanged glances, then suddenly erupted simultaneously, each displaying their own Divine Ability!

The Loose Cultivators capable of being chosen by the Trial Tokens indeed had some skills, with various bizarre sword techniques and secret arts emerging one after another, attempting to tear open a bloody path.

But in the face of the massive Realm gap and numerical advantage, this resistance seemed so laughable and powerless.

"Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit! Kill them for me!"

Accompanied by a violent shout, the slaughter began.

Blood instantly stained the Void Realm of the Linchuan Realm red.

"Blood Sword Sect!! You bunch of beasts who bully the weak!"

A Loose Cultivator was pierced through the heart by the swords of five Sect Disciples. Knowing he would surely die, a look of extreme, frantic determination flashed in his eyes: "Even if I die, I won't give the token to you sons of bitches!!"

"Brothers! Catch it! Don't let this trash get the token!!"

"Boom—!!!"

Before dying, that Loose Cultivator actually brazenly detonated his immortal core!

The terrifying aftermath of the self-detonation blasted the Sect Disciples besieging him far back, and amidst the flames, a white jade token was thrown fiercely by his last remaining strength into the tens of thousands of watching Loose Cultivator army behind him!

"It's a token!! Grab it!!"

Watching the Heaven-Defying Opportunity falling from the sky, the long-suppressed Loose Cultivator army completely turned red-eyed, their reason instantly swallowed by greed.

The scene instantly fell into extreme chaos and loss of control!

Countless Loose Cultivators swung their swords at each other like madmen, and the Sect powerhouses, eyes red with killing intent, charged into the crowd to snatch the treasure.

Severed limbs flew in the air, and wails and curses resounded through the sky.

On the edge of this hellish meat grinder.

Su Jin, wearing a bamboo hat and a coir raincoat, stood quietly in the Void Realm, like a stone statue without emotion.

He watched quietly as the Sword Domain Cultivators killed each other due to infighting. Yet, another image involuntarily emerged in his mind.

It was the Wanxiang Star Domain.

It was the tragic scene of Fifth Mother Wu Qin, clad in armor and holding sharp weapons, leading countless Cultivators of different races and Star Domains from the Three Thousand Upper Realms, lining up on the starry sky defense line, united in purpose to resist the army of Realm Demons!

The same Cultivators, the same bloodshed.

The bloodshed there was to defend their homeland and resist external enemies.

While the bloodshed here was for the oppression of those in power and the greed of those at the bottom, an meaningless internal consumption!

"The Great Thousand Star Domain... some places are truly rotten to the core." Su Jin's gaze was slightly cold.

"Only the strong are qualified to set the rules. And the weak are only fit to tear and struggle against each other like Gu worms in the mire of the rules they have set!"

Watching the carnage before him, Su Jin's heart became increasingly enlightened.

He finally understood why his father had used such absolute, iron-fisted methods to suppress the Three Thousand Upper Realms and unify all order back then!

Because only by using the swords of the strong to establish unquestionable rules and reasonably distribute those scattered resources could the low-level Cultivators have a way to survive, and could a scattered pile of sand be turned into the current iron-wall defense line against the demons!

A towering, boundless figure in white slowly emerged in Su Jin's mind.

"Father..."

Su Jin murmured softly, "So what you were carrying on your shoulders was not just the Su Family, but the billions of living beings under this vast starry sky... So you had already thought of this step, hadn't you?"

If Su Feng were here, he would definitely shake his head frantically: Don't talk nonsense! I really didn't think that much!!

At this moment, Su Jin completely let go of the confusion in his heart.

He was no longer a confused swordsman; he was Su Feng's son!

After a long while, Su Jin smiled slightly.

In that smile, there was no longer the greenness of a youth, only the dominance belonging solely to the Eternal Sword Body that looked down upon the world!

"Since these rules are rotten to the core."

Su Jin slowly raised his hand and touched the longsword at his waist, which was wrapped in gold silk cloth.

"Then rules... are meant to be broken!"

"Boom—!!!"

The moment his voice fell.

The Realm barrier within Su Jin, which he had suppressed tightly for ten years, shattered with a boom!

The nine immortal cores that had already achieved Perfection, at this moment, because of the complete Epiphany of his state of mind, began to undergo Fusion at a violent speed!

The Eternal Sword Body, completely awakened!

A terrifying aura of the Great Dao Origin, which did not belong to a Heavenly Immortal nor a common Golden Immortal, soared into the sky from beneath Su Jin's thin coir raincoat, piercing straight through the firmament!

"A heavy sword without an edge can shake the heavens and the earth!!"

"Zheng—!!!!!"

An unprecedented, terrifying sword hum that seemed to completely tear this starry sky apart exploded deep within everyone's Soul!

At that instant, all the Flying Swords in the Linchuan Realm, whether they were the life-bound swords in the hands of Loose Cultivators or the Immortal Artifacts in the hands of Sect Elders, all let out uncontrollable wails and collectively bowed towards Su Jin's direction, as if worshipping a monarch!

This sudden phenomenon of heaven and earth left the Loose Cultivators and Sect powerhouses who were engaged in a life-and-death melee as if struck by lightning.

Everyone abruptly stopped their actions, holding their blood-dripping longswords, and looked with suspicious and uncertain eyes towards the man in the coir raincoat standing in the corner.