360: Chapter 370 Mu Chuan's Sword! "If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening!"

The Sword Emperor's words, laden with sinister Devilish Qi, fell. The temperature above the entire Ten Thousand Sword Ancient Clan plummeted.

Whether it was the top Sects present, pointing fingers and wielding influence, or the countless Loose Cultivators huddled on the edges just to watch the show, at this moment, everyone's heart contracted violently, and they felt a chill rush straight to their scalps.

At this moment, only one thought remained in everyone's mind:

"Is it... still too late to run?!"

A contest at the Great Emperor Realm level; even the overflowing ripples of the rules would be enough to turn a radius of ten thousand miles into ruins in an instant.

Even Saints would have to avoid its edge. If these Golden Immortals and Heavenly Immortals were caught in it, their only fate would be to be annihilated!

"Then what do you want?"

Facing the Sword Emperor's unyielding stance, Patriarch Mu Chuan stood in front of Su Jin and Mu Linglong, his expression calm, without a ripple.

The moment he personally severed the shackles in his heart, this Great Emperor would never turn back.

"It's simple."

The Sword Emperor stood with his hands behind his back, looking down from above, his tone brooking no doubt: "The wedding continues. As for Su Jin... I will take him back to Sword Emperor Mountain."

Once these words were spoken, the hearts of the Disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Ancient Clan sank to the bottom.

This was not a negotiation at all; it was trampling on the dignity of the Ten Thousand Sword Ancient Clan in public, forcing them to a point where they had no retreat!

Yi Jian's plan was vicious.

He had just swallowed the Devil Egg and knew a great war was about to begin.

Although Young Master Yifeng was a useless wastrel, if he wanted to continue his Bloodline, he had to obtain Mu Linglong's Glazed Sword Body for Yin and Yang harmonization; only then would it be possible to give birth to offspring.

As for Su Jin, who had just become a Saint and suppressed ten Saints with one sword, his terrifying talent had already surpassed his own.

Now that he had secretly defected to the Realm Demons, such a peerless Prodigy must be strangled in the cradle today!

"So, there's no room for discussion."

Patriarch Mu Chuan looked at Yi Jian and shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.

"I have governed the Ten Thousand Sword Ancient Clan for millions of years. For its sake, I even treated my own daughter as a bargaining chip."

"Many people cursed me for being hard-hearted, accusing me of only caring about profit and losing the backbone of a Sword Cultivator."

Patriarch Mu Chuan slowly untied the purple-gold Patriarch's seal from his waist and tossed it aside, letting it fall to the ground.

The twilight Aura that had existed on him due to the erosion of time, at this moment, erupted from the deepest part of his being with a Heaven-Defying, sharp edge!

"I admit, everything they said... is correct."

"Father..."

Seeing this scene, tears streamed down Mu Linglong's face like a bursting flood.

Su Jin walked forward quietly, extended a broad and warm palm, naturally pulled her into his embrace, and patted her shoulder.

"Don't worry, trust me."

Su Jin whispered in Mu Linglong's ear: "Today, none of us will be hurt."

"Although... although I know you are comforting me."

Mu Linglong gripped Su Jin's white robe tightly, crying like rain, her delicate body trembling in the aftermath: "But I don't know why, I just want to trust you... Su Jin, tell me, am I hopelessly stupid?"

Su Jin sighed, not offering much explanation, just holding her a little tighter.

"Tap."

Just then, Patriarch Mu Chuan lifted his foot and stepped onto the Void Realm.

There was no condensation of rules under his feet, but when he took this step, an invisible staircase seemed to appear in the entire Void Realm, emitting a heavy sword hum.

"These past few days, watching Linglong shut herself in the Immortal Palace, I have been asking myself."

"I, Patriarch Mu Chuan, have held a sword in my hand for these millions of years since breaking through to the Great Emperor Realm. What was it for? And what kind of Dao did I cultivate?"

Patriarch Mu Chuan walked step by step toward the firmament.

With every step he took, his Aura surged crazily!

What was even more shocking was that his slightly graying hair began to turn jet-black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes faded rapidly, revealing the handsome, peerless appearance he had in his youth!

He was retracing his path, returning to the pure youth who only lived to draw his sword!

"Back then, Wuji had a solitary and arrogant nature and only liked to practice sword by himself. But this extremely exclusionary Sword Domain could not be without rules, and it could not be without someone to manage it."

"Wuji said I was more suitable than him to be a manager and to establish order for the Sword Domain. I believed him, so I founded the Ten Thousand Sword Ancient Clan, protecting the Sword Domain for millions of years, only hoping that our generation of Sword Cultivators could stand firm in the Great Thousand Star Domain."

"Rumble—!"

Accompanied by Patriarch Mu Chuan's ascent, the Ten Thousand Sword Mountain, the main peak of the Ten Thousand Sword Ancient Clan behind him, suddenly roared and trembled violently!

Throughout the entire Ancient Clan, and even in the hands of the hundreds of thousands of Sword Cultivators watching, almost everyone's swords uncontrollably hummed violently, pointing straight to the firmament, as if paying the highest sword salute to their former leader!

"I valued the Ten Thousand Sword Ancient Clan more than my own life. At first, under the guidance of the Ancient Clan, everyone lived fairly; Sword Cultivators had a clear conscience and pressed forward courageously."

"Wuji was very generous and never kept anything for himself, freely contributing the Cultivation Technique he had realized throughout his life."

"But why did he leave his insights in this Divine Domain and the Heavenly Ladder? It was for the juniors to observe and to walk their own paths, not for you all to imitate!"

Patriarch Mu Chuan had already arrived ten thousand zhang in the sky.

Lightning flashed on his young, handsome face, and the sword that had accompanied him through his life was crackling with golden and purple arcs, weaving into destructive thunder.

"Until three million years ago, you, Yi Jian, walked out of the Heavenly Ladder."

"You stepped directly through the ninety-eighth floor, astonishing all ages. I knew that the era belonging to you, Yi Jian, had arrived. Back then, our Ten Thousand Sword Ancient Clan never made things difficult for you in the slightest."

"You founded Sword Emperor Mountain, and I, Patriarch Mu Chuan, supported you with all my might! Because I felt that your talent was higher than mine, and you had more hope of leading our Sword Domain to glory!"

At this point, Patriarch Mu Chuan's footsteps stopped in the Void Realm.

His electric eyes stared at Yi Jian, and he said word by word:

"But you, Yi Jian, are not a qualified leader!"

"For these million years, you have indulged your Disciples; Sword Emperor Mountain bullies others with its power. Those who submit to you prosper, and those who resist you perish! You have stirred the originally proud and upright Sword Domain into a foul mess, completely changing its appearance!"

"Am I wrong about this? Yi Jian?!"

The questioning voice that pierced the clouds exploded like thunder in the Nine Heavens.

The Sword Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, and the dark red Sword Intent radiating from his body was faintly tinged with a trace of pitch-black Devilish Qi.

But he did not speak to refute, because what Patriarch Mu Chuan said was absolutely true, every single word of it!

"Today, I am willing to part with this millions-of-years-old Family foundation and abandon my dignity as Patriarch Mu Chuan, the Great Emperor!"

"Not for anything else, just for a Sword Cultivator's—clear conscience!"

Patriarch Mu Chuan turned his head.

He took one last look at Mu Linglong and Su Jin below, and a kind smile belonging to a father appeared on that face that had returned to youth.

"Linglong, Dad can't accompany you on the road ahead; you need to walk it yourself."

"Su Jin, you are very good. I can rest assured handing my daughter over to you!"

"Father—!!!"

Hearing this almost testamentary instruction, Mu Linglong let out a heart-wrenching cry.

And those Elders and Disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Ancient Clan who were pressing their sword hilts felt a nameless fury burning wildly in their chests!

Yes!

Once upon a time, their Sword Domain was so sacred, yearned for by countless Sword Cultivators in the Great Thousand Star Domain!

But ever since the rise of Sword Emperor Mountain, this Holy Land had long been rotted by this group of privileged people who bullied others with their power!

"If one hears the Dao in the morning, one can die without regret in the evening."

Patriarch Mu Chuan laughed heartily, took the final step through the air, and descended fiercely in front of the Sword Emperor.

"Boom—!!!"

The moment this step landed.

The sound of ten thousand swords chiming reached its peak, and a Sword Intent that pierced through heaven and earth, pure to the extreme, erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed in Patriarch Mu Chuan's body for millions of years!

The barrier of the Early Stage Great Emperor Realm shattered like thin paper amidst this word of clear conscience!

The Sword Emperor's pupils contracted, his tone revealing disbelief.

"You actually... broke through at this time!"