178: Destruction Sword Monument

Destruction Sword Vein.

A several-hundred-zhang-long Destruction Sword Dragon roamed the Void Realm, its head held high, and Destruction Sword Qi ready to erupt from its ancient, grey Dragon eyes.

“The Destruction Sword Dragon… Sword Revered Master Zhang is getting serious…”

“Sixty years ago, Zhang Lingxu defeated all the heroes with this move and rose to power.”

“True Disciple Le is still too young.

He might have a chance in another hundred years.”

The surrounding Disciples spoke coldly, their words indicating they did not think highly of Le Xiaoyao’s challenge this time.

“Le Xiaoyao, to want this Revered Master’s Destruction Sword Vein, you are a bit too impatient.

Slash!”

Zhang Lingxu’s reprimanding voice came from the Dragon’s mouth, and the Destruction Sword Dragon pierced through the Void Realm, rapidly descending.

The intense pressure caused the ground to crack inch by inch, creating countless fissures.

On the platform, Le Xiaoyao, however, did not get angry but rejoiced. He stomped his foot, as steady as Mount Tai.

Wisps of Sword Qi steamed, gathering above his head, forming an ancient, grey heart that continuously radiated astonishing Sword Qi outwards.

“This is…” Zhang Lingxu’s pupils contracted.

A Destruction Sword Heart at the Perfection Realm!

This was a Realm he had not even stepped into.

“Zhang Lingxu, for today’s challenge, I, Le Xiaoyao, have been planning for decades.

I have one sword, Your Excellency, please take the move.”

Clang—

The Destruction Sword Heart suddenly pulsed, spewing dense Sword Essence into his body. Immediately, Le Xiaoyao’s aura surged, and an ancient sword shadow appeared on his body’s surface.

Perfection Destruction Sword Heart — Man and Sword as One!

Slash!

A flash of sword light streaked across the Void Realm, passing through the Dragon’s mouth, annihilating every inch of the Destruction Sword Dragon’s body with overwhelming force.

Pfft—

The Destruction Sword Revered Master spat out fresh blood, falling to the ground and creating a huge deep pit.

On the platform, Le Xiaoyao stood proudly, opening his mouth to swallow a pulsating, ancient, grey Sword Heart into his abdomen. The strong wind blew his clothes, making them rustle.

The rapid change in circumstances instantly stunned everyone.

“How is this possible! Destruction Sword Revered Master Zhang Lingxu was the first True Disciple who Broke Through to Profound Cave sixty years ago.

He actually lost to Le Xiaoyao, who just Broke Through to Profound Cave.”

“It’s a Destruction Sword Heart at the Perfection Realm!

Le Xiaoyao actually pushed the Destruction Sword Dao to such a Realm.

No wonder…”

“The Destruction Sword Revered Master’s loss is not unjust…”

“The Destruction Sword Dao is an offensive Sword Dao, with blazing Killing Intent.

Unexpectedly, the position of Destruction Sword Revered Master changed hands today.”

The surrounding Shu Mountain Disciples sighed endlessly.

In the distance, Zhang Lingxu leaped out of the deep pit, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a hint of dejection flashing in his eyes, and said sadly, “The waves behind push the waves ahead.

I didn’t expect you to hide so deeply.”

Having achieved the Dao for sixty years, his, Zhang Lingxu’s, Destruction Sword Heart had not yet fully condensed, still in the Major Achievement Realm.

The junior in front of him had actually surpassed him.

For a moment, he was filled with mixed emotions.

Hearing this, Le Xiaoyao showed a hint of emotion: “The Destruction Sword Dao emphasizes breaking before establishing.

Without experiencing a desperate struggle, how can Sword Intent reach Perfection…”

“Desperate struggle…” Zhang Lingxu silently savored the true meaning of those words.

Since he was young, he had been known as a Sword Dao Genius, powerfully suppressing various Geniuses, and Broke Through to Profound Cave under the name of the first True Disciple.

But in reality, he had never truly encountered a desperate struggle.

He knew clearly in his heart.

Challenging Disciples of various sects and annihilating demonic sects were all battles of the same rank.

The Old Ancestors who could kill him from behind, limited by the Shu Mountain background, none dared to secretly strike him down.

Therefore, although it seemed smooth sailing, he actually lacked setbacks to temper his Sword Heart.

“So that’s how it is, I, Zhang, have been taught.”

Zhang Lingxu cupped his fists in a salute, took something from his in my arms and threw it over.

It was precisely the Sword Revered Master token of the Destruction Sword Vein.

“Haha, what a ‘breaking before establishing’!

Xiaoyao, with such an insight, it shows that your understanding of the Sword Dao has grown more profound over the years.”

A person descended from the Void Realm, dressed in white like an immortal, it was Gu Changsheng.

“It’s the Void Metal Sword Revered Master!”

“His Old Ancestor has also come.

It’s been almost a hundred years since he last appeared.

The last time was during the Witch Clan World campaign, when I had the fortune to see him once.”

A person’s name is like a tree’s shadow.

Li Daoyi’s renown as the Void Metal Sword Revered Master rose from battles.

Eight Profound Cave Saints were all slain by his single sword.

And this was a hundred years ago.

Now, everyone only felt that Gu Changsheng’s aura was increasingly restrained; a slight sensing was like a deep abyss, incredible.

“Greetings, Void Metal Sword Revered Master.”

Beside him, Zhang Lingxu quickly cupped his fists respectfully.

He came from the Zhang Family, a large immortal cultivation Family among the Shu Mountain Elder Families.

He knew more internal information than the others.

Ordinary people only knew that in that battle, Gu Changsheng slew eight Saints with one sword, but they didn't know that one of them was a Profound Cave Middle Stage Saint.

One against eight, a Profound Cave Early Stage cultivator Reverse Slash a Profound Cave Middle Stage.

Such incredible methods were rare even in the Shu Mountain archives.

“Oh, Zhang Lingxu… Elder Zhangshan’s grandson.

A hundred years ago, you challenged eighteen great Profound Cave sects, and I heard your name.

Your Sword Dao talent is indeed good.”

Gu Changsheng had a gentle smile on his face.

“Sword Revered Master Li overpraised me.”

Zhang Lingxu quickly waved his hand.

He knew very well how terrifyingly powerful the person in front of him was two hundred years ago.

Even after becoming a Sword Vein Revered Master and cultivating his character, rarely making a move, no one dared to underestimate him.

‘Moreover… two hundred years ago, the Yan Family and the Elder Yan Xu of the Enforcement Hall offended this person. During the Witch Clan World campaign, Yan Xing and Yan Xu both unexpectedly perished.

It might have been this person’s doing…’

Zhang Lingxu thought secretly.

Seemingly harmless, but actually vengeful.

He was a figure who absolutely could not be provoked.

Soon, everyone dispersed, and Gu Changsheng and Le Xiaoyao ascended to the top of the Sword Vein.

An ancient sword stele appeared before their eyes.

‘The Sword Stele of the Destruction Sword Vein…’ Gu Changsheng’s heart stirred slightly.

The Void Metal Sword Stele in his Dantian vaguely produced an attraction.

‘If I can gather all eight Sword Steles and fuse them into one, the complete Sword Stele should provide an eight-fold cultivation speed bonus.

I estimate it won’t be long before I can Break Through to the Profound Cave Middle Stage.

However… this clearly goes against the wishes of that Yang God of Shu Mountain.’

Gu Changsheng knew very well in his heart.

Although he appeared to be the Revered Master of the Void Metal Sword Vein and had refined the Sword Stele, it was merely an illusion.

From beginning to end, the true owner of the Sword Stele was only the Yang God Old Ancestor behind Shu Mountain.

‘However, borrowing it for a few years to accelerate cultivation should be good…’ Gu Changsheng looked at Le Xiaoyao, a smile appearing on his lips: “Train soldiers for a thousand days, use them for an hour.

Disciple, it’s time for you to repay your debt.

This Revered Master intends to borrow this Sword Stele for a hundred years of cultivation.

The resources you owed me back then will be written off.

How about it?”

The Sword Stele only accelerates cultivation for a hundred years.

In reality, considering external exploration and cultivating secret arts, the actual time that can be used for cultivation is only a few decades.

Moreover, Le Xiaoyao was impatient by nature.

Meditating for ten years was more unbearable than killing him.

Indeed, he quickly said, “Everything I, your Disciple, have was given by Revered Master.

Otherwise, Xiaoyao would have died a hundred years ago, let alone Breaking Through to the Profound Cave Dao.

As long as I can help Revered Master even a little, Xiaoyao feels deeply honored.

Please, Revered Master, don’t be polite.”

“Haha, Xiao Lezi, this Revered Master indeed did not misjudge you.”

Clang—

A Flying Sword emerged from Gu Changsheng’s palm.

It was like a crimson Dragon, roaming, its aura terrifying, actually a Spirit Treasure.

“This sword is named Startling Heaven.

Meaning, one sword startles the heavens.

I hope you do not tarnish its reputation.”

“Thank you, Revered Master.”

Le Xiaoyao respectfully received it with both hands.

“Very good. Your Senior Sister has been fighting in the Witch Clan World for many years.

Counting the days, that bone should be almost ready for Rebirth.

You are needed to protect her Dao.”

“Yes, Revered Master.”

Le Xiaoyao looked up, his eyes filled with Battle Intent.

He still remembered the humiliation of that battle in the Witch Clan World.