335: The flawed jade is the king (74)

Central Province, Gu Family.

Within that Small World of Chaos, opened by the First Generation Saint Ancestor to isolate the outside world's prying eyes, primordial chaos violet qi swirled like a sea.

In the center of this world, atop an ancient altar crafted from Chaos Divine Stone, an ancient longsword, purple-gold in color with Grandmist Qi swirling around its blade, was being quietly enshrined.

The hongmeng sword.

The natal Saint weapon of the Gu Family's previous generation Saint, the Grandmist Saint Gu Yun.

Buzz—!

Suddenly, this Saint sword, which had been silent for an unknown number of years, began to tremble violently without any warning.

A high-pitched, urgent sword hum, filled with endless longing, erupted from the blade.

The sound of the sword hum was suppressed by the multiple layers of Restrictions within the Small World and failed to reach the outside, but that peerlessly sharp Sword Intent caused the entire Small World of Chaos to tremble, and countless fine cracks appeared on the spatial barriers.

“Not good!”

“The Saint sword is acting up!”

A newly promoted Lesser Saint Old Ancestor of the Gu Family responsible for guarding this place underwent a sudden change in expression.

He did not dare to be negligent in the slightest and immediately rushed to the front of the altar, mobilizing all the Saint power in his body in an attempt to pacify this rioting Saint sword.

However, the moment his Saint power touched the hongmeng sword.

A terrifying force far beyond his imagination, and even far beyond the scope of an ordinary Saint, bounced back from the blade with a boom.

Pfft!

The Lesser Saint's body shook violently, and he was sent flying far away, spitting out a large mouthful of Saint blood as he looked at the increasingly trembling Saint sword in horror.

“How is this possible? Why would the hongmeng sword vibrate like this?”

He couldn't understand it.

This Saint sword was a relic of Ancestor Yun and was connected to the Gu Family Bloodline.

Except for the War Ancestor, who presided over the clan and was already in the Saint King realm, no one could move it in the slightest.

But today, it had actually revived on its own, as if it had sensed some kind of summons from the deepest part of its Divine Soul, urgently wanting to break through the void and depart.

Just as that Lesser Saint was filled with suspicion and was about to crush a jade talisman to seek help from the Family.

A burly figure appeared out of thin air beside him.

The newcomer had a hideous scar on his face, and his Aura was powerful yet restrained; just by standing there casually, he caused the surrounding violent Sword Intent to instantly calm down.

It was none other than the Gu Family's current Pillar of Support, Saint King Gu Zhan.

“War... War Ancestor!”

The Lesser Saint hurriedly struggled to get up and salute.

Gu Zhan did not look at him, but only gazed with a complex look at the hongmeng sword on the altar, which was still humming.

He stepped forward slowly, stretched out his large, calloused hand, and gently pressed it onto the blade.

Buzz— The originally rioting and restless Saint sword instantly quieted down.

Gu Zhan closed his eyes, and his majestic Saint King Divine Thought probed into the blade, carefully sensing that frantic summons and longing originating from the Origin deep within the sword spirit.

“This resonance... is not an ordinary Bloodline sensation, but a bond originating from the deepest part of the Divine Soul.”

Gu Zhan's brow furrowed tightly.

His heart was full of doubt.

“In this world, besides me, who else can move it?”

“Could it be that the Lord... still has Bloodline descendants left outside?”

One thought after another flashed through his mind, and he rejected them one by one.

Finally, he remembered that figure who had achieved Sainthood against the heavens during the Dharma-Ending Age.

He remembered his grand words: 'My Dao is to Punish Heaven.'

He remembered the Lord's eyes that saw through everything.

A flash of determination crossed Gu Zhan's eyes.

Rather than letting this Saint sword, which had once followed the Lord in battle throughout his life, gather dust here.

It would be better... to take a gamble.

“Lord, let this world go crazy for you once more!”

Gu Zhan slowly withdrew his large hand that was suppressing the Saint sword.

Clang—!!!

A sword hum that echoed through the clouds, filled with endless joy and liberation, erupted from the hongmeng sword.

The next moment, it transformed into a brilliant purple-gold stream of light, instantly breaking through the spatial barriers of the Chaos Small World, tearing through the layers of protective formations above the Gu Family's ancestral land, and racing toward a distant direction!

This earth-shattering disturbance instantly alarmed the entire Gu Family.

Countless experts in seclusion rushed into the sky one after another, looking in horror at that purple-gold stream of light streaking across the sky, their voices filled with discussion.

“It's Ancestor Yun's hongmeng sword!”

“Isn't the War Ancestor in seclusion? Besides him, who else can move the Saint sword?”

Meanwhile, the hongmeng sword traversed the sky of the Central Province.

That vast sword power of the strongest Three-Lotus Saint Realm caused the ten thousand Daos to resonate, waking up countless Old Ancestors of Saint-Grade forces who were in seclusion.

One powerful Divine Thought after another crossed the void, trying to pry into the Origin and destination of this sword light.

“It's from the direction of the Gu Family... are they making another big move?”

“What terrifying sword power! It's the natal Saint weapon of the legendary Primordial Chaos Sacred Body of the previous era.”

“Wait, the direction this sword light is heading... is the Ancient God Sect?!”

On the way, there were even a few ignorant Supremes who tried to approach, wanting to investigate.

As a result, before they could even get close, they were shaken by the slight sword power radiating from the Saint sword until their Divine Souls were about to split, and they were seriously injured on the spot, falling from the sky... Ancient God Mountain, the place of the holy war.

Wang Yun's side was already at the end of its rope.

The Great You Saint Ancestor, the Hundred Flower Maiden, and the others, under the siege of enemies several times their number, had their Saint bodies stained with blood, their dao lotuses dimmed, and everyone was injured.

And for Wang Yun, the main battlefield, his situation was even more precarious.

He possessed the Supreme Body but was empty-handed; under the suppression of the 'ancient god seal,' the Saint weapon of the Ancient God Sect Master Gu Tian Dome, which was connected to the geography of the entire mountain range, he was struggling to cope, and more and more wounds appeared on his body.

“Hahaha! Supreme Body, die!”

Gu Tian Dome seized a flaw and activated the ancient god seal, which transformed into a black divine mountain, carrying the weight of ten thousand tons as it smashed down fiercely toward Wang Yun's head.

Everyone thought that Wang Yun was surely dead.

The faces of Gu Tian Dome, the Rain Saint, and others even broke into cruel smiles.

It was at this moment that the white-robed youth, who seemed to be closing his eyes and waiting for death, suddenly opened his eyes.

Sshhh—!

The indestructible Saint-Grade protective formation of Ancient God Mountain was torn apart without any hindrance by a purple-gold sword light coming from beyond the heavens.

The sword light ignored the distance of space and Law, arriving first despite starting later.

Just an instant before the ancient god seal was about to smash onto Wang Yun's head, it struck that black great seal with incomparable precision.

Clang—!!!

A piercing sound of metal clashing spread across the fields.

That overbearing ancient god seal was actually sent flying directly by this one sword strike!

Gu Tian Dome, who held the Saint seal, was hit even harder; his Saint body shook violently, he spat out a large mouthful of Saint blood, and he staggered back dozens of steps.

Everyone was shocked.

Everyone's gaze converged on that purple-gold sword light.

They saw that ancient longsword, which radiated sword power, emit an incredibly affectionate sword hum, full of grievance and longing, after knocking away the ancient god seal.

It circled and danced around Wang Yun, like a child who had been away from home for many years and had finally returned to its master's side.

Wang Yun slowly reached out his hand.

The hongmeng sword landed steadily in his palm.

A sense of power, incredibly familiar and originating from the depths of his Divine Soul, instantly spread through his entire body.

His Dao and power from his past and present lives, his Supreme Body of this life, and this natal Saint weapon that had once accompanied him in battle throughout his life, perfectly resonated at this moment.

Wang Yun held the hongmeng sword, and the Aura on his body surged.

He looked at those terrified figures opposite him and didn't say any nonsense.

He just casually swung it forward.

A seemingly ordinary Sword Qi flew out from the tip of the sword, sweeping across the entire Ancient God Mountain.