Remould the Glory of Sword Art

The void trembles, torrents surge. Two secret halls rise into the air, gazing at each other from hundreds of feet apart.

The Ten Thousand Souls Formation echoes with the roar of a hundred ghosts.

White Crane True Man wears a grave expression, as if facing a formidable foe.

Today, the Great Chu Treasure Ship sails into the South Border, with the guiding envoys from the Three Great Sects personally hosting it, meticulously gathering intelligence on the Various Holy Lands… Ren Zhong knows that among the holy lands, the most difficult existence is Martial Sect Zhou Ceng. This guy was second only to Xie Xuanyi and Tang Fengshu back in the day, and has been meditating in the Great Chu Imperial City for years. Fangyuan Square believes Zhou Ceng is likely to become the next of the "Ten Heroes."

Zhou Ceng is one of the most likely in the world to ascend to the Yang God.

Ren Zhong most fears encountering this person.

Even when he smelled the "Wen Daoist's" blood earlier, his first reaction was… the Wen Daoist might have encountered Zhou Ceng.

And right now, apart from Zhou Ceng, there are many strong figures, let alone that "Ye Ancestor" surrounded at the center!

Those who entered Earth Abyss are all scattered.

What he faces now is probably the strongest force of Great Chu!

"..."

Xie Xuanyi remains expressionless, his gaze meets each individual from the second secret hall.

There is shock.

There is anger.

There is disappointment.

Finally, his gaze falls upon Ye Ancestor, who has both eyes tightly shut.

As if sensing Xie Xuanyi's Divine Thought.

The red-robed old man sitting cross-legged opens his eyes slowly and looks at Xie Xuanyi. Across the void, they lock eyes, and Xie Xuanyi can sense Ye Ancestor's aura… This Yang God, who has stood at the mountain peak for centuries, is like a candle in the wind, exhausted by the Flame Flower Style, and his Sword Qi spent in the White Paper Barrier battle. An unwounded Yang God in such a state—one look alone could take a life, yet now Ye Ancestor is merely a dying candle, his eyes emitting a faint, deathly black aura.

This silent stare doesn't last long.

"Boom."

The Void Formation of Bai Ze Secret Tomb continues operating, and after the torrent spews, the two secret halls do not align but continue moving.

The roaring evil ghosts within the Ten Thousand Souls Formation haven't had a chance to rush out.

Baihua Valley's Sword Array is also yet to launch an attack.

The void torrents entwine the platforms of the two secret halls as they separate and leave.

This encounter seems beneficial for both sides at present. White Crane True Man was prepared for a desperate fight, though Zhou Ceng's side showed no fear, it appears they encountered some trouble within the secret hall, seen from the nervous and anxious expressions of the Jiang Family and Baihua Valley disciples.

The thunder fades away.

The secret hall where Xie Xuanyi resides completely flips, plunged into darkness.

After Star Shifting, the surrounding atmosphere changes; Divine Thought sweeps out, the previously extending mountain paths fully erased, this secret hall like a chess piece, lifted by an invisible hand, and then placed anew on the chessboard.

"Whew…"

Daoist Bai He wipes sweat from his forehead.

The earlier standoff, though brief, utterly frightened him.

"You seem calm…"

Ren Zhong glances towards the person in Black Clothes beside him, sighing, "Seeing the eyes of those from Great Chu, each probably hates you deeply? If not for the formation continuing, there might've been an unprecedented brutal battle just now…"

Seeing no response from the Black Clothes.

Ren Zhong shrugs, smiling lightly, "Indeed. You're not afraid to die; if a real fight broke out it'd suit your intent, kill one if you can…"

At this point.

He licks his lips, eyes reflecting some regret, "If only Zhou Ceng wasn't present. I see that old guy from Baihua Valley has only one breath left, which might not be very capable."

Xie Xuanyi glances at the dispersing Ten Thousand Souls Formation.

The earlier standoff helped him get a clear picture of Ren Zhong's Divine Soul Realm.

This guy has now reached the second realm of the Yin God, just one step away from "Ascending Saint" in the South Border; it seems ten years ago, the North Sea battle was a fate-altering experience for Ren Zhong.

As they say, surviving great calamities leads to fortune… This "Ten Thousand Souls Formation" has concluded, and among the Great Chu practitioners, only Zhou Ceng was able to cope.

Yin Mountain side, indeed should not be underestimated.

If "Black Clothes" from the Paperman Sect were here, and should Ye Ancestor be near death, the Great Chu side might not benefit… both sides clashing would certainly result in rivers of blood.

After a moment.

The Bai Ze Secret Tomb's void formation finally settled.

After the thunder fades, a narrow path extends out in front of the secret hall, appearing to sit deep within the mountains, the surrounding cliffs chiselled like by knife and axe…

Xie Xuanyi calmly gazes at the shadow ahead.

Is this considered good news?

The void formation operates, the Black Clothes won't return for a while.

This "identity" can still be disguised for now.

"Alright."

Just at this moment, Ren Zhong shakes his sleeves.

The blood mist from the Nine-Turned Cinnabar Pill is almost fully devoured by the Yin Mountain disciples, leaving only a few remnants in the air.

Daoist Bai He shakes his sleeves, the remaining blood mist gathers like small streams in the air, all swiftly sweep into his sleeves; the howling cries around Ren Zhong diminish as the Yin Mountain disciples finish their Cinnabar Pill, each becoming silent, Zhong Sha squatting like a giant ape obediently beside the senior brother.

Dark clouds spread, thick fog emanates from White Crane True Man's sleeves, surrounding the group.

Ren Zhong laughs and speaks, "Thank you, fellow Daoist, for waiting, my followers have already 'eaten'… we can move now."

Yin Mountain disciples are well-prepared, ready to act.

"Wait."

Xie Xuanyi suddenly speaks.

This word makes Ren Zhong slightly surprised.

Xie Xuanyi waves his sleeve, sending out a wisp of Sword Qi, directly piercing the dome of the grand hall.

He saw "Black Clothes" make a move in Song Yu's Soul Sea, thus he directly employs Da Sui Swordsmanship this time.

"…Hmm?"

Sensing the familiar aura of Da Sui Swordsmanship, Ren Zhong involuntarily recalls a scene from ten years ago at the North Sea.

After so many years of cultivation.

The North Sea scene has become a nightmare.

If not for the arrangements of his sect, he never wanted to accompany the shadow of this "Xie Xuanyi."

An expression of disgust flashes in Ren Zhong's eyes but is quickly suppressed.

This sword aims toward the "sun" emitting a faint glow in the secret hall's dome.

With a hiss.

The sun is pierced by Sword Qi, its glow dissipates, and falls straight down.

Ren Zhong curiously watches the object.

It's a piece of Bone Armor, its mottled surface exuding an ancient aura, not a Divine Artifact as there is no Primordial Energy fluctuation… rather, it's engraved with some obscure and hard-to-understand Demon Text. Ren Zhong trusts his vision greatly, but even after examining it multiple times with Divine Thought, he discerns nothing noteworthy, so he chuckles and asks, "Fellow Daoist, what is this item?"

"No clue."

Xie Xuanyi answers honestly, expressionless, "I just like it."

"..."

Ren Zhong is momentarily speechless.

This person in Black Clothes is truly odd.

Ignoring the twelve millennium tributes of great value within the secret hall, yet favors an inconspicuous piece of Bone Armor?