In the city, all swords and flying swords trembled, causing the cultivators to become extremely excited. They even raised their swords high into the air.
"It's Sword Master of Dao's sword intent!"
"Sword Master of Dao has heard our call!"
"This sword intent belongs to Sword Master of Dao!"
"With such immense sword intent, he should be able to defeat the Six-Headed Jiao Luo, right?"
"Where is Sword Master of Dao? Could he be in the city right now?"
The city erupted in thunderous noise, and everyone was excited.
Clang—
The sound of swords unsheathing suddenly drowned out the clamor. One after another, the swords rose into the sky, their tips pointing upward, suspended at the same height. There were over a million swords, their brilliance shining, with even the snow unable to conceal their light.
On the Heaven Mending Platform, Gu Zong stood up, followed by the other disciples, all gazing up at the swords in the sky.
Emperor Xie stood on a rooftop, looking up at the scene. This Profound Heart Realm great demon was filled with disbelief.
"This sword intent..."
Emperor Xie muttered to himself. After spending so many years at the Tai Xuan Sect, he had a deep understanding of Sword Master of Dao's sword intent. He had thought he had already overestimated him, but now he realized that Sword Master of Dao was far more unfathomable than he had imagined.
Even though he possessed the cultivation of the third level of the Profound Heart Realm, Emperor Xie felt an insurmountable distance between himself and this sword intent.
Under the gaze of the entire city, the million swords flew northward in unison. Sword energy burst forth, scattering the snow in the sky. In the blink of an eye, the swords disappeared into the horizon, splitting the white sky in half and revealing the blue sky beyond—a truly magnificent sight.
Gu Zong's hair was tousled by the strong wind, but as he watched the million swords depart, a smile spread across his face. He no longer looked as worried as before.
"Six-Headed Jiao Luo, can you withstand the strongest sword of the Tai Xuan Sect?"
…
In the northern border of the Great Jiang Dynasty, cultivators continuously flew north like an endless rain of arrows, dispersing the snow in the sky—a grand and spectacular sight.
Looking in the direction they were flying, thousands of miles away on the battlefield of demons, the Six-Headed Jiao Luo had already crossed the bottomless gorge. Countless demons followed, crossing the gorge to invade the human territory.
In his hand, the Six-Headed Jiao Luo clutched a Profound Heart Realm cultivator, who struggled in vain but couldn't break free from his grasp.
A thousand feet away, other Profound Heart Realm cultivators cast spell after spell, but their attacks had no effect on the Six-Headed Jiao Luo, not even penetrating his armor.
Like a meteor shower, massive rocks continuously fell from the sky, striking the demon army, but the Six-Headed Jiao Luo made no attempt to protect his subordinates.
He advanced lazily, tossing the struggling Profound Heart Realm cultivator into his mouth, chewing slowly as his six heads twisted, scanning the surroundings. Every so often, he would reach out and grab half-dead demons from afar, swallowing them whole. Blood rained down from his jaws, staining each of the six heads red—a terrifying and gruesome sight.
His posture was one of utter arrogance and laziness.
The Profound Heart Realm cultivators felt only despair. Even when facing the Ephemeral Blossom Sect's Jing Tuxian, they hadn't felt so powerless. Back then, Jing Tuxian had died too quickly, but now they were truly experiencing the power of a Mahayana-level demon.
Lu Lingjun stood atop the White Spirit Demon Emperor, her hair disheveled and her right shoulder bleeding profusely. She gazed at the Six-Headed Jiao Luo from afar, her eyes filled with unwillingness.
"We can't even scratch him! If this keeps up, we'll end up in his mouth!"
The White Spirit Demon Emperor despaired, showing none of the dignity of a Body Fusion Realm cultivator. All it wanted was to escape from this place.
Lu Lingjun took a deep breath. She knew that continuing this battle was hopeless and would only lead to needless sacrifice.
She was already thinking of retreating—not just from the battlefield, but from this entire continent.
Just then, she suddenly sensed something and quickly turned her head, her eyes widening in disbelief.
In the distance, the snow-covered world stretched endlessly. Snow fog was swept toward her by the wind.
She wasn't the only one. More and more cultivators sensed something and turned their heads to look.
Liang Canghai, the Sect Master of the Cang Tian Sect, was covered in blood, his hair disheveled. He held a great cauldron in his right hand, which emitted a thousand beams of green light, sweeping across the battlefield. Wherever the light touched, blood splattered, but his attack still had no effect on the Six-Headed Jiao Luo.
Suddenly, he turned and widened his eyes, looking toward the horizon.
The Six-Headed Jiao Luo, who had been advancing while feeding, also sensed something. All six of his heads turned toward the front simultaneously.
His six fierce dragon heads twisted in a snarl, roaring together. The sound was earth-shattering, and countless lower-level cultivators and demons were left bleeding from their orifices.
The Six-Headed Jiao Luo raised his hand, demonic energy erupting from his palm. A massive bone sword materialized out of thin air, and he gripped it with both hands, slashing forward in fury.
With that one slash, waves of demonic energy surged like a tide, transforming into countless black dragons that charged toward the distant horizon. The dragons swept across the land, and any cultivators who couldn't dodge in time were instantly reduced to ashes.
Boom—
A deafening explosion erupted from the distant horizon, and a radiant sword light illuminated the sky. A terrifying sword aura came hurtling forward at a speed far surpassing the black dragon's demonic energy. Along its path, countless cultivators felt a blinding light fill the heavens, and in the next instant, they were enveloped by an overwhelming sword intent.
Their pupils dilated as they watched in awe as countless swords, radiating with sword energy, surged past them, forcefully filling their field of vision.
With her higher cultivation level, Lu Lingjun reacted quickly, but even she was engulfed by the torrent of swords. She dared not move, watching as the swords charged toward the Six-Headed Jiao Luo.
Her beautiful eyes widened in shock.
It all happened in an instant!
The terrifying sword aura, formed by over a million swords, obliterated the black dragon's demonic energy and charged straight at the Six-Headed Jiao Luo.
The Six-Headed Jiao Luo reacted swiftly. After slashing with his sword, all six of his heads opened their mouths, spewing torrents of flames that surged toward the sky like a burning river.
Boom—
The flames were torn apart. The Six-Headed Jiao Luo's massive demon body was struck repeatedly, forced back step by step, with blood and flesh flying through the air like a torrential rain.
After retreating seven steps, the Six-Headed Jiao Luo finally stopped. His body was riddled with bloody holes, so densely packed that they made one's scalp tingle. His life force had been completely severed.
The sword intent of the Tai Cang Divine Shocking Sword had obliterated his soul. Floating amidst the million swords was a single demon core—the Mahayana-level demon core of the Six-Headed Jiao Luo.
The world fell silent.
Neither the human cultivators nor the demons could believe what they had just witnessed.
Had the nearly invincible Six-Headed Jiao Luo really died just like that?
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...
The million swords began to fly back toward the direction of the Tai Cang Dynasty. The sound of their flight shattered the silence.
"Sword Master of Dao! It's Sword Master of Dao from the Tai Xuan Sect!"
A great cultivator shouted in ecstatic joy, and it wasn't just him—those who had once felt the sword intent at the Heaven Mending Platform were all shouting Sword Master of Dao's name with excitement.
Lu Lingjun looked up at the sky, where the million swords soared like a meteor shower, her eyes filled with complicated emotions.
The White Spirit Demon Emperor at her feet was similarly speechless, utterly stunned.
"Kill—"
Liang Canghai shouted, equally excited. With his order, the cultivators of the Cang Tian Sect charged at the demon army.
Having witnessed the death of the Six-Headed Jiao Luo, the demon army immediately collapsed, fleeing in panic. The demon kings leapt into the air, retreating at full speed back to the demon lands.
The grand procession of swords flew across the mountains and lakes, drawing the attention of all cultivators, commoners, and demons along the way.
In the Great Jiang Dynasty, the Tai Chen Dynasty, the Northern Sea Mountains...
Xuanmiao Zhenren stood on a hillside, watching the million swords fly across the sky. His eyes were filled with confusion.
Just moments ago, he had seen the million swords fly north, but how had they returned so quickly?
He watched as the swords disappeared into the horizon, deep in thought.
During the flight, Gu An appeared out of thin air among the swords and took the demon core of the Six-Headed Jiao Luo before vanishing again.
He returned to the pavilion in Xuan Valley, unnoticed by anyone, after being gone for only two breaths.
Using his divine sense, Gu An controlled the million swords as they returned to the outer city, and with his Nirvana Realm insight, he guided each sword back to its owner, causing the entire city to erupt in cheers.
Slaying the Six-Headed Jiao Luo earned Gu An eight hundred years of lifespan, far less than what he had gained from the eighth-level spiritual tree.
Gu An picked up the Daoist Xunchun, calming his thoughts.
This time, he wasn't sure if his actions would accelerate the Great Demon Catastrophe.
If the catastrophe came sooner, he would have no choice but to kill more, hastening his path to ten million years of lifespan.
He didn't want to slaughter all living beings or fall into the demonic path, but for the sake of survival, he would lower his principles if necessary.
During his pursuit of longevity, Gu An always worried about killing too much and forming inner demons or accumulating karma. Such occurrences weren't rare in the cultivation world, so he preferred to rely on plants and herbs to extend his life.
Of course, he was also concerned that too much killing would attract enemies he couldn't defeat.
He tried not to dwell on these thoughts, instead wondering what kind of lifespan ability would be unlocked at ten million years.
…
In the outer city.
Emperor Xie watched the ecstatic cultivators on the Heaven Mending Platform, his mind dazed.
With his acute senses, he could feel that the demonic aura of the Six-Headed Jiao Luo had dissipated.
How long had it been?
Sword Master of Dao had actually used other people's swords to slay the Six-Headed Jiao Luo...
Emperor Xie knew the Six-Headed Jiao Luo well and had always disliked him, but he had to admit that the Six-Headed Jiao Luo was strong, one of the top-tier Great Demon Kings among the Seventy-Two.
To kill him so easily, just how powerful was Sword Master of Dao?
Suddenly, Emperor Xie felt that the outcome of the upcoming war between the two races was uncertain.
Sword Master of Dao might become his father's greatest obstacle.
He wasn't worried, though. In fact, he was somewhat excited.
Compared to the atmosphere among the demons, he preferred the environment of the Tai Xuan Sect. At least in the Tai Xuan Sect, there was no internal strife.
Emperor Xie looked toward the distant horizon, his eyes playful, and wondered, "Demon Master, you think so highly of yourself, believing you can predict all of heaven and earth, but did you foresee Sword Master of Dao?"
He stepped onto the Heaven Mending Platform, ready to continue studying Sword Master of Dao's sword intent.
He had a feeling that Sword Master of Dao's sword intent would be the greatest opportunity of his life!