Chapter 121: Go, Go Flatten Heavenly Sword Mountain

Lin Yuan watched Situ Ming leave.

With his essential blood, he reshaped Situ Ming's Physical Body.

There was another effect.

That was to imprint his own mark.

The human heart is fickle.

No matter how loyal a subordinate is.

Loyalty can be guaranteed for one or two hundred years.

Loyalty can also be guaranteed for three or five hundred years.

What about eight hundred or a thousand years then?

What about after Lin Yuan's stay limit arrives and he leaves this world?

Can Situ Ming still maintain absolute loyalty to him?

Situ Ming is now formed by the transformation of a five-colored lotus, and can easily live for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

Over the long years, everything can change.

And Lin Yuan imprinting his mark with essential blood cut off other possibilities.

Situ Ming's Primordial Spirit and Physical Body were both shaped by Lin Yuan's own hand, and he no longer had the ability to give rise to other thoughts.

"Continue to Cultivate."

Lin Yuan closed his eyes and began to comprehend the Dao once again.

Time slowly passed.

Twenty years later.

In these twenty years, the changes in the world surpassed the past two hundred and two thousand years.

Genius Experts emerged one after another, and Legacies that had vanished into history reappeared in the world.

The major forces of the Five Regions ushered in several major reshuffles.

Of course, because the Heaven Sword Sect had the Heavenly Sword Master of the Tenth Realm holding down the fort, it still overlooked the world, and its status was not shaken in the slightest.

However.

As early as more than ten years ago.

After the Heavenly Sword Master and a group of Experts from the Five Regions found that they could not wait for Xiahou Yuan,

they could only return to their respective homes and no longer waited bitterly at Heavenly Sword Mountain.

There was no other way.

If it were any other period,

they could still persist for a bit.

But nowadays, the changes in the world were happening with each passing day, and Experts from all directions were continuously emerging.

If these old fellows did not emerge again, I'm afraid their Family assets would be hollowed out by others.

The Heavenly Sword Master had no way to deal with this either.

He could only speculate that some accident might have happened to Xiahou Yuan.

Perhaps he simply realized that he had already stepped into the Tenth Realm and refused to come over even if it killed him.

Deep within the underground palace.

Beside a fire vein.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged, a scorching aura surging all over his body.

After twenty years of Cultivate, Lin Yuan had naturally stepped into a brand-new level.

Lin Yuan's current strength was roughly equivalent to the fourteenth realm of this world.

It could be described as unprecedented and un-succeeded.

Even the concept of the fourteenth realm was created by Lin Yuan; after all, before this, no living being had ever stepped into this Domain.

For tens of thousands of years, the strongest person in this realm was the Tenth Realm.

Perhaps five hundred thousand or one hundred thousand years ago, there had been existences surpassing the Tenth Realm, but at most they were just the Eleventh Realm.

As for the fourteenth realm?

What a joke.

"It is almost time."

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, and the low aura made the neighboring fire vein tremble.

"Hoo"

Lin Yuan exhaled a breath, and the scorching airflow broke through layers of soil, traversed a distance of dozens of miles, and struck an underground interlayer somewhere.

With a bang, this interlayer turned into powder, and the terrifying fluctuations spread in all directions, causing vibrations on the ground.

"I am now…"

Lin Yuan opened his eyes, and the aura he emitted quickly converged. In just a few breaths, he was no different from an ordinary person.

"Heaven Sword Sect…"

Lin Yuan raised his head slightly and looked in the direction of the Heaven Sword Sect.

"Go, go and crush the Heaven Sword Sect."

Lin Yuan's thoughts moved slightly.

A figure emitting Taiyin Power all over and with a blurry Face walked out from the Sea of Consciousness between his eyebrows.

This figure bowed slightly to Lin Yuan, then took a step forward, easily passing through the thick soil, arriving at the ground, and instantly disappearing.

This figure was precisely Lin Yuan's Yin Spirit, which was the Taiyin Primordial Spirit.

Actually, if Lin Yuan hadn't discovered the vigorous eruption of heaven and earth's great fortune twenty years ago, he would probably have gone to flatten the Heaven Sword Sect eighteen years ago after stepping into the thirteenth realm.

But it was not too late now.

No matter how vigorously the heaven and earth's great fortune erupted, there were limits. The upper limit of this world was right there, and no matter how it was nurtured, it could not nurture a super expert of the Main World.

With Lin Yuan's current strength of the fourteenth realm, it was enough to push everything horizontally, even if it was just a Yin Spirit.

More than twenty years ago, Lin Yuan used his own Taiji Primordial Spirit to divide it into a Yin Spirit and a Yang Spirit.

At that time, if the Yin Spirit and Yang Spirit exerted their full strength, they would be as large as ten thousand zhang.

Now that more than twenty years had passed, compared to before, how could the Yin Spirit and Yang Spirit be merely ten times stronger?

Heavenly Sword Mountain.

On this day, the Heaven Sword Sect was jubilant and lively.

Guests coming and going were endless.

Because today was the eight-hundredth birthday of the Heavenly Sword Master.

As the strongest and only Tenth Realm of the current era,

the scale of the Heavenly Sword Master's birthday was naturally extremely grand. Among the many forces and numerous Experts of the Five Regions, who dared not give Face?

Even those unruly younger generations with various encounters mostly came over honestly.

In front of this Senior Tenth Realm expert, no one would act presumptuously.

The summit of Heavenly Sword Mountain.

The Heavenly Sword Master sat high in the main seat.

Looking at the many guests below, he was in a good mood.

For a Tenth Realm expert, eight hundred years old was only a small fraction of life; the Lifespan of the Tenth Realm was as long as two thousand years.

"Congratulations to Senior Heavenly Sword Master for your Lifespan as boundless as the Eastern Sea…"

A middle-aged man strode over and bowed slightly to the Heavenly Sword Master.

This middle-aged man was a Ninth Realm expert, yet in front of the Heavenly Sword Master who was already in the Tenth Realm, he still appeared slightly respectful.

"Mn."

The Heavenly Sword Master nodded slightly, signaling that he knew.

Only when a Ninth Realm expert stood up to offer congratulations would he give some reaction.

As for those below the Ninth Realm, he would only signal with his gaze.

"In these decades, the number of Ninth Realm Experts has skyrocketed several times."

The Heavenly Sword Master looked around and thought silently in his heart.

As the Sect Leader of the number one force in the world, the Heavenly Sword Master naturally knew the changes in the Five Regions.

"But wanting to give birth to a Tenth Realm still requires at least several decades to a hundred years."

"By then, perhaps I…"

A trace of yearning appeared in the expression of the Heavenly Sword Master.

Give him another one or two hundred years, and he had hopes of Cultivating to the Peak of the Tenth Realm.

By that time, perhaps he could attempt the Eleventh Realm, which had only been born fifty thousand years ago.

Of course, it was still too early to think about these now.

Today, let alone the Eleventh Realm, the Heavenly Sword Master was still far from Cultivating the Tenth Realm to Perfection.

Just as the Heavenly Sword Master was pondering,

an old-brand expert below spoke loudly: "Sect Leader Heavenly Sword Master has boundless Divine Might. Twenty years ago, that Xiahou Yuan was scared out of his wits and dared not come here to take revenge even if it killed him."

As soon as these words came out,

it immediately drew a chorus of agreement.

Although only twenty years had passed,

with the exponential explosion of Ninth Realm Experts,

everyone's fear of Xiahou Yuan had also invisibly weakened a lot.

After all, in the current era, Experts emerged in large numbers, especially those most dazzling few who had almost reached the Peak of the Ninth Realm, not much weaker than Xiahou Yuan of back then.

If Xiahou Yuan dared to emerge again now, he would probably be swept away by the younger generation Experts.

On the vast land of the Five Regions today, a new era had already been ushered in. Except for the Heaven Sword Sect, which could maintain its status, all other forces were trembling with fear, afraid that they would suddenly be 'eliminated' one day.

"Xiahou Yuan?"

The Heavenly Sword Master was slightly stunned.

If no one had mentioned this name, he would have almost forgotten it.

"A stray dog, not worth mentioning."

The Heavenly Sword Master shook his head slightly; those younger generation Experts outside were now the objects he needed to pay attention to.

As for Xiahou Yuan? He had long been unworthy of another glance from him.

"Yes, yes, yes."

"What kind of thing is Xiahou Yuan?"

"How is he worthy of being brought up at Sect Leader Heavenly Sword Master's birthday banquet?"

"I heard that someone from the younger generation outside has a deep relationship with Xiahou Yuan."

"So what if the relationship is deep? Even Xiahou Yuan was defeated under Sect Leader Heavenly Sword Master's hands, what kind of waves can he still stir up?"

The many guests discussed animatedly,

expressing deep disdain towards Xiahou Yuan.

Below the Heavenly Sword Master,

"Big Brother Xiahou…"

Bai Qing'er wore a white skirt, her slender wrist supporting her chin, "So many years have passed, why won't you come and look at Qing'er?"

Several hundred miles away from Heavenly Sword Mountain,

in a dense forest,

Situ Ming gazed remotely at Heavenly Sword Mountain, a trace of gloominess appearing in his expression.

"Heavenly Sword Master, if it weren't for the fact that the Exalted One is unwilling to bother with you, could you still live until now?" Situ Ming thought to himself.

Twenty years ago, Lin Yuan released him into the world.

Relying on the terrifying talent of the five-colored lotus, Situ Ming broke through to the Ninth Realm in just over ten years, becoming one of the most dazzling figures in the younger generation.

Of course, the reason Situ Ming stepped into the Ninth Realm so quickly was entirely because he was already an Eighth Realm expert before becoming a five-colored lotus.

Even after becoming a five-colored lotus, both his Physical Body and Primordial Spirit had to start over from scratch, but his Foundation and background were still there. He quickly recovered to the Eighth Realm strength, and finally stepping into the Ninth Realm was only a matter of course.

"One day, even if the Exalted One does not make a move, I will trample you, Heavenly Sword Master, under my feet."

Situ Ming took a deep look at Heavenly Sword Mountain several hundred miles away and intended to leave.

At present, he was still far from being the match of the Tenth Realm Heavenly Sword Master.

Suddenly,

just at this moment,

Situ Ming's expression changed slightly.

He looked towards a certain direction.

He saw a person pacing slowly from afar.

Saying it was slow, in reality, his speed was extremely fast; in just a few paces, he had crossed hundreds of zhang of land.

This person had ordinary facial features, but in every move, he exuded an unusual charm.

Especially his crimson-red eyes, which made people feel a sense of scorching heat.

"Xiao Huo?"

The moment he saw this person,

Situ Ming associated him with a certain person in his heart.

Xiao Huo.

On the vast land of the Five Regions today, he was a leader-level figure of the younger generation, with the strength of the Peak of the Ninth Realm.

It was said that when Xiao Huo was in his teens, he displayed extraordinary Aptitude and qualifications. Over the next three years, his Aptitude was completely lost, he was suppressed by his Family, and he finally left the Family in anger.

In the twenty years since then, Xiao Huo grew rapidly as if he had enabled cheats, breaking through the nine realms consecutively, and finally standing proudly at the Peak of the Ninth Realm.

"Situ Ming?"

Xiao Huo's expression was calm as he smiled and looked at Situ Ming: "I heard that you have a deep connection with the great Devil Head Xiahou Yuan from decades ago?"

Seeing Situ Ming show a vigilant expression, Xiao Huo shook his head slightly and said: "Rest assured, I have no interest in Xiahou Yuan, nor do I have any hostility."

There was one sentence Xiao Huo didn't say.

That was that he had never looked up to Xiahou Yuan.

The opponent in Xiao Huo's eyes had only been one from beginning to end.

That was the Heavenly Sword Master of the Tenth Realm.

"Xiahou Yuan has a deep blood feud with the Heavenly Sword Master. Coincidentally, our coming this time is also to deal with the Heavenly Sword Master. In a way, you are still our friend."

Xiao Huo said with a smile.

"We?"

Situ Ming's gaze narrowed slightly.

"Indeed."

Xiao Huo paused for a split second, then raised his volume: "Two friends, aren't you going to show yourselves?"

As soon as his voice fell,

two profound auras quietly appeared within Situ Ming's perception range.

Situ Ming looked up.

The figure on the left was a woman. Her gaze and Physical Body, along with terrifying mental fluctuations, almost caused Situ Ming to become infatuated.

"Yang Bixin?"

Situ Ming was startled in his heart.

Yang Bixin, also a leader-level figure of the younger generation, had the strength of the Peak of the Ninth Realm.

Yang Bixin's background was pitiful. She was a beggar in her childhood, but somehow she obtained a Spirit Refining technique, and it happened that Yang Bixin was very suitable to Cultivate this technique.

Afterwards, Yang Bixin soared straight up into the sky, entering the Peak of the Ninth Realm directly.

"Hahahaha."

"Since Brother Xiao has spoken, how could I, Shen Lang, hide?"

A loud laugh came over, and a person strode over, hair dancing wildly like a male lion.

"Shen Lang."

Situ Ming was already prepared in his heart.

Shen Lang.

He was also a leader-level figure of the younger generation on par with Xiao Huo and Yang Bixin.

Unlike the first two, Shen Lang had a prominent Family background, but when he was twenty years old, enemies killed their way to his doorstep.

Forced into a helpless situation, Shen Lang had no choice but to jump off a cliff.

However, Shen Lang didn't die from jumping off the cliff, and even obtained a Legacy from fifty thousand years ago belonging to someone suspected to be an Eleventh Realm expert.

"You?"

Situ Ming looked towards the three of them.

Xiao Huo.

Yang Bixin.

Shen Lang.

The three most dazzling younger generation figures on the vast land of the Five Regions today.

They could even suppress the vast majority of older-generation Ninth Realm Experts.

"We have come here to challenge the Heavenly Sword Master, and thereby step into the Tenth Realm."

Xiao Huo's tone was gentle, yet it emanated a strong Battle Intent.

With the strength of the three of them, only the high-and-mighty Tenth Realm could exert pressure on them, and then, with the help of this pressure, they could go a step further and step into the Tenth Realm.

"Situ Ming, are you willing to go with us?"

Xiao Huo took the initiative to issue an invitation.

"Xiahou Yuan was suppressed by the Heavenly Sword Master back then. Such great humiliation, let us avenge him."

Shen Lang beside him said slowly.

His gaze remained fixed on Heavenly Sword Mountain several hundred miles away, without wavering in the slightest.

"It is said that Bai Qing'er of the Heaven Sword Sect is the number one beauty in the world, who back then infatuated Xiahou Yuan to the point of losing his mind. This humble one would like to see just how beautiful she is."

Yang Bixin stroked her fine hair and said softly.

"You…"

Situ Ming took a deep breath.

He realized that these three had never placed him or the Exalted One in their eyes.

The so-called revenge was just a casual remark; even without the Exalted One, the three of them would still go to challenge the Heavenly Sword Master.

"The Exalted One's revenge will naturally be avenged by me."

Situ Ming said in a cold tone.

"Hehe."

Hearing this, Xiao Huo was about to speak.

Just at this moment,

Shen Lang, who was standing aside with his gaze fixed on Heavenly Sword Mountain without the slightest hesitation, suddenly stiffened his body.

The aura of his body even surged uncontrollably.

"What is going on?"

Xiao Huo frowned, and along with Yang Bixin beside him, looked in the direction of Shen Lang's gaze.

But with this look, they saw a scene they would never forget for a lifetime.

High above Heavenly Sword Mountain, ten thousand li of sea of clouds rolled and slowly hung downwards.

There was a towering figure, over one hundred thousand zhang tall, standing silently in front of Heavenly Sword Mountain.

Heavenly Sword Mountain was a famous mountain in the Central Region, standing dozens of miles tall. Usually, clouds and mist surged around it, resembling a fairyland.

However, at this moment, in front of that towering figure, as tall as Heavenly Sword Mountain was, it only reached around the ankle.

The next moment,

under the shocked gazes of Xiao Huo, Yang Bixin, and Shen Lang,

that towering figure supporting the heaven and earth slowly raised his right foot towards Heavenly Sword Mountain.

And then,

stepped down with one foot.

This arc should be ending soon~~~

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