361: Time flies

Although the Xuanhuang Realm had given birth to ten thousand Daos, these Daos were extremely weak and not enough to support Cultivators breaking through beyond the Nascent Soul Stage. Thus, no matter how hard Ye Haoran worked, it was impossible for his cultivation to Breakthrough.

Unless he waited for the Xuanhuang Realm to become stronger again.

Another five thousand years passed.

Li Shanshan passed away.

Ye Haoran still hadn't reached the Perfection of the Nascent Soul Stage, but he wasn't in a hurry now. Since his Lifespan was nearly infinite, he could take his time researching cultivation matters.

Later, he began to shift his focus toward his own Dao of the saber.

He began to painstakingly study the path of the saber.

Time passed slowly like this.

In the blink of an eye, another three hundred thousand years had passed.

Great changes had occurred; the world had transformed endlessly.

Three hundred thousand years was enough to change many things, and the global landscape had shifted countless times. However, the Great Qian Empire still stood within this world.

Today.

Foreign enemies invaded once again.

Four Nascent Soul Stage experts!

The Great Qian Empire occupied the most fertile land in the Xuanhuang Realm, so naturally, some were dissatisfied and secretly formulated a plan to destroy the Great Qian Empire.

Four Nascent Soul Stage experts were not something the Great Qian Empire could overcome.

Just as they reached the Imperial City, a Saber Beam swept out, slaying the four of them and wiping out more than half of the army behind them.

The crisis was easily resolved.

Deep within the Imperial Palace.

The Emperor of the Great Qian Empire bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you, My Lord!"

Ye Haoran held his saber in his arms; he didn't speak, only shaking his head indifferently.

In three hundred thousand years, his Heart-Nature had also undergone earth-shattering changes. The sharpness in his eyes had vanished, replaced by an immense sense of world-weariness.

Time itself is also a blade.

In this world, three hundred thousand years was extremely long; if one wasn't careful, it could easily lead to a mental breakdown.

Just like when Su Chen first transmigrated and spent a million years in the System space.

Over these years, Ye Haoran's saber skills had reached the Transcendent level, reaching a height unattainable by anyone else. He had also visited famous mountains and seas, traveling across almost the entire Xuanhuang Realm.

He no longer felt any curiosity toward this world.

Now, his only desire was to achieve a Breakthrough.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it.

A sense of dead silence emanated from his body. Ye Haoran sat on the ground motionless. Since he had consumed the Longevity Fruit, he would never die.

This sitting lasted for fifty thousand years.

Ye Haoran's cloudy eyes suddenly became crystal clear.

No, I seem to have forgotten something.

I still have a Revered Master!

Ye Haoran suddenly remembered the trial his Revered Master had given him countless years ago.

To protect the Great Qian Empire for a million years; if successful, he could become the fourth Disciple of the Lingxiao Sect. Judging by his assessment, his Revered Master was definitely a Cultivator above the Nascent Soul Stage.

If he persevered for a million years, would he be able to Breakthrough once more?

Cultivation Breakthrough had almost become Ye Haoran's obsession and the only request in his heart.

He was originally a saber fanatic; he had no interest in anything other than the saber.

Having suddenly found a goal, Ye Haoran's mood improved greatly, and his cloudy eyes were filled with intense vitality.

As Cultivators start from low Realms, their Lifespan increases the further they go; this is a process.

Every stage has its own goal.

For someone like Ye Haoran, it was indeed very difficult to endure. For a period of time before, he even had thoughts of suicide because living like this seemed meaningless.

Ye Haoran looked down and saw that his original saber had become extremely decayed, even showing many cracks.

Ye Haoran's expression immediately changed. This saber held a very different meaning for him; it was like a comrade-in-arms and a close relative.

A deep bond had already formed between him and this saber.

Wushang!

That was the name of the saber.

Ye Haoran couldn't hide the sorrow in his eyes. Although this saber was a Spiritual Artifact, it ultimately had its own Lifespan. Previously, it was nourished by his spiritual power.

But in recent years, his mental state had issues, so he hadn't looked after Wushang, leading to the erosion of its spirituality.

"Sigh!"

"Old friend, I thought you would always be with me. I didn't expect that even you would leave me."

Ye Haoran sighed helplessly and reached out to gently stroke it.

But in the next moment.

A blinding light suddenly burst from the cracks in the saber's body.

Immediately after, Wushang began to tremble violently, and dense Saber Qi swept out from within it.

"This is..."

Ye Haoran was stunned; he didn't understand what was happening.

Along with the trembling, Wushang soared into the sky. Thunder roared incessantly in the heavens, and dark clouds gathered.

"What on earth is this!?"

Ye Haoran stood up abruptly, his expression extremely solemn, not understanding what had occurred.

Countless bolts of lightning converged toward Wushang. As the lightning arcs grew denser, the originally decayed surface began to crumble, revealing the sharp, glinting blade within.

"What kind of Divine Weapon is this?"

"Looking at the direction, it's the Imperial Palace. As expected of the Great Qian Empire, its foundation is truly terrifying to have such a Divine Weapon."

"These old-established forces are indeed powerful; their foundations are unfathomable."

Countless people outside turned their heads toward the sky, their eyes filled with solemnity.

Inside the Imperial Palace, the current Your Majesty and the Retired Emperor also arrived at Ye Haoran's place at the same time. Seeing that tall and upright figure, both of their expressions were shaken.

Thunder roared in the sky for a good while before the brilliance on Wushang's surface withdrew, and it quickly fell from the sky.

It then rushed directly toward Ye Haoran, circling around him quite joyfully.

"Wushang!"

Ye Haoran's face was full of excitement. His eyes, as he looked at Wushang, were filled with surprise and disbelief. Before, Wushang was mostly an inanimate object, but now he could clearly perceive that it seemed to have a Soul.

Although in this world, the weapons used by Cultivators are called Spiritual Weapons, the 'spirit' refers to Spiritual Qi, not actual Spiritual Consciousness.

Ye Haoran's Wushang was the first weapon to possess Spiritual Consciousness.

Seeing this scene, the two people beside him were also filled with shock.

It truly is a Divine Weapon!

Ye Haoran took a deep breath and grabbed Wushang's hilt. That incredibly sharp aura was released, as if countless invisible blades were striking out in all directions.

The current Retired Emperor and Your Majesty of the Great Qian Empire were both at the Nascent Soul Stage, but this aura released by Ye Haoran was somewhat unbearable for them.

Even though they were all at the Nascent Soul Stage, Ye Haoran's cultivation and strength, even if converted to the cultivation world, would at least be equivalent to a Void Refining stage combat power.

The two of them looked at Ye Haoran with terrified expressions.

So powerful!

A smile appeared on Ye Haoran's face: "Old friend, you're back!"

Wushang trembled slightly, as if in response.

Then, Ye Haoran looked at the two people not far away, who immediately knelt down with faces full of respect.

"Greetings, Martial God!"

This was a title given to him by a certain former Emperor of Great Qian long ago, and it could be considered the highest mark of respect for Ye Haoran...