Remould the Glory of Sword Art

"Truly unfortunate."

Lu Yuzhen lay in the hollow pit, quietly gazing at the Heavenly Peak, without a particular emotion.

At this moment, Ye Ancestor's sword shadow suspended in the sky split into two, then four, using Baihua Valley's "Flower Inference Technique," countless sword shadows appeared densely at the peak. Along with the sword thought unity, all these sword shadows merged and united.

The sword was suspended in the sky, retracting to fall on the ground.

This battle was too extreme.

Both sides fought to exhaustion.

Even Ye Ancestor could not muster the strength to perform the "Flame Flower Style."

Fighting until now... even the three Yang Gods were out of strength, an extremely rare situation. Though there's a vast difference between Yang God and Yin God, it reached a point where Yin God could change the outcome of the battle.

"Boom boom boom."

The rumbling sound was like beating drums.

The entire White Paper Barrier began its final collapse.

The bleak frost snow pattered coldly on his face, Wu Zhexian was supposed to feel joy, yet as the sword Qi descended, his Heart Lake felt an unprecedented chill.

Something seemed off to him...

The White Paper Barrier collapsed from the Heavenly Peak, countless paper fragments like a great avalanche.

Wu Zhexian slowly lifted his head.

The cold from the peak was somewhat piercing, the sword shadows of the Flower Inference Technique gradually gathered, sinking down, then were submerged and covered by the collapsing snow.

The snow-white torrent cascaded down like a waterfall.

Wu Zhexian saw densely packed shadows, appearing and disappearing in the snow...

He was somewhat bewildered.

That instant seemed extremely slow.

Numerous figures flashed and vanished in the snow, leaving only a wisp of familiar snow-white, silver-bright sword light, carrying a chilling, ghostly killing intent, penetrating through the sky's avalanche.

This sword.

Was even more blinding than the sun.

Though unclear.

It infused an immense cold feeling into the soul.

...

...

The rain poured down, the world changed colors.

Ink lines like bead curtains stitched the black sky of South Border with the mist-covered mountains. The wild wind lashed, blowing and swaying the ink lines outward, momentarily resembling a giant cage woven from willow branches. The earthquake around Pure White Mountain lasted for half an hour, the ground collapsed, swallowing the mountain ranges within tens of miles, along with the heavy ink rain into its belly. The so-called "Mountain Shifting Technique" lost its effectiveness at this moment; with no mountains left, how could one "move mountains" or create "blinding"?

Qin Baihuang, Qin Qianlian, all cultivators of Xuanzhui Mountain and Qingfu Mountain, at this moment looked towards the bottom of the treasure ship, that abyss like the open mouth of a fierce beast... this "land collapse" continued, countless rocks collapsed in a diffusion manner, landslide stones and mud rolling into the crevices of the earth.

This scene was truly too shocking.

"Ten miles southwest!"

After a moment, the messenger of the Refining Department responsible for assisting the helm with Divine Thought, suddenly exclaimed.

Many people immediately regained their composure, posing in a ready stance.

Yet, in the southwest ten-mile direction... no evil cultivators appeared.

There suspended two treasure ships from the southern battlefront "Yuanping Mountain," effectively Zhanjiao Mountain where Yuqing Pavilion was located.

"... They are allied forces."

Qin Baihuang slightly eased his breath.

"And--"

The pilot messenger continued to report loudly: "Fifteen miles north! There's another treasure ship!"

"Seems the Mountain Shifting Technique failed."

Qin Qianlian stood on the deck, looking coldly at the abyss.

The miasma spread away.

Yuanping Mountain's treasure ship noticed the commotion here, quickly sending a message.

Yuqing Pavilion Master Shu Ning, with the disciple Shang Yi, left the ship, riding sword light, swiftly darting to the place.

"Daoist Bai Huang, Junior Brother Qin, are you alright?"

Shu Ning landed on the ship, casually saluted, and spoke with concern.

"Thank you, Senior Sister, Junior Brother is safe."

Qin Qianlian returned the salute, saying: "Is Yuqing Pavilion okay?"

"Everything is peaceful."

Though saying this, Shu Ning's expression didn't look good. Tonight's surprise attack from the Three Great Sects was without warning; almost every Zhanjiao Mountain suffered some loss.

Her personality was rather direct.

Leading personally, leaving the mountain to charge the formation...

Only to arrive here.

"You...

Shu Ning had a subtle expression, hesitating to speak.

She knew the Qin Family's internal conflict and also knew Xuanzhui Mountain was ready to leave; they shouldn't ideally gather with Qingfu Mountain.

Qin Baihuang quickly explained the situation.

A moment later.

Shu Ning's expression softened, nodding in realization, her tone chilly: "I see... that's why the course felt so strange. So the person who arranged the 'Mountain Shifting Technique' wished us to gather here, to witness the emergence of the so-called Bai Ze Secret Realm?"

"..."

Shang Yi listened silently, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Everything that happened tonight was too coincidental.

The scene just now of the Secret Realm emerging was truly shocking, unforgettable.

"But... why would the Evil Sect do this?"

Someone raised a question.

The treasure ship sank into deathly silence.

"Dao Stele."

Suddenly, Qian San, who had been silent all along, spoke.

Qian San stood at the front of the deck from the beginning, gazing silently at the abyss below, and said softly: "Before the journey, the State Preceptor told me... this trip to South Border is beset with great disaster, but also great fortune."

Everyone was taken aback.

"Over the years, the patriarchs of the Three Great Sects styled themselves 'Saints,' but they are actually incomplete. White Ghost, Mo Taoist, and Joyful Zen Master of this generation are much stronger than previous sect masters... yet they still cannot break through to become Yang Gods."

Qian San paused, saying: "It's not that their strength is lacking, but because their 'Dao Stele' is incomplete. To break through, one must find the complete 'Dao Stele'; to become Yang Gods, these madmen can sacrifice everything, do anything."

"Wait—"

Suddenly, Venerable Baocheng understood something, his expression grim as he said: "You mean, the Three Great Sects never intended to cooperate with the Great Chu from the start? What's the purpose of doing this? Did they secretly align with Paperman Sect long ago?"