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"The old man will do his best to show you the power of our era, the peak of the Void Realm. Little friend, you must take it!"
Tiangu took a deep breath, his face turning ruddy, his expression solemn. His black robe surged in the wind as boundless spiritual energy swept the heavens and earth. Darkness gathered into tangible waves, rolling outward in an instant.
The scorched remains of the Hundred Thousand Mountains erupted with force. Layers of ash and dust scattered, revealing deep strata of soil and stone. Tiangu's body moved with his immense magic power. Under countless stunned gazes, his eyes radiated divine light as he soared into the sky, stirring the very fabric of the world.
Tens of thousands of feet of mountain ranges were enveloped in dark clouds, heavy as lead. Pressure fell like heaven's will, crashing into the hearts of all present. Even young cultivators of the Void Transformation Realm felt their breath falter and sweat bead on their foreheads. In front of the fully unleashed Tiangu, their willpower crumbled.
"It's Tiangu senior's legendary technique—Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang!"
The Seventh Prince of Great Yan, Yan Wuliang, stood in awe, hands behind his back, murmuring in reverence.
"Back in the ancient days, Tiangu used this very move to contend with my father, the Great Yan Emperor, and even broke one of his divine techniques."
As the image of that fateful battle surfaced in his mind, Yan Wuliang's eyes shimmered. It was a memory born of ancient glory—Tiangu soaring with divine power, crossing fists with the emperor.
"To witness this legendary move again in my lifetime... I am honored."
Beside him, the world-shaking spear god nodded slowly, his expression solemn. Despite his unparalleled prowess, he too admitted that even he couldn't endure multiple blows from Tiangu in this state.
Emperor Yan had overcome Tiangu with a single move, stepping into the divine realm. That feat alone placed the emperor's strength leagues above the peak of the Void Realm.
And yet, the Tiangu who once fell to the Emperor now stood as the unrivaled peak beneath the divine.
"Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang!"
The spear god narrowed his eyes, sensing something awaken in his spirit. The ancient move sparked deep insight. He realized his own cultivation and supernatural powers still fell short of perfection.
"A peerless hero of his era... What kind of being was Emperor Yan to surpass even Tiangu?"
The wine madman took a sip of his treasured brew, his face glowing with intoxicated admiration.
He sighed deeply, regret in his voice.
"Born too late... I missed the age of legends. He was already leaving when I was just arriving. A being like Emperor Yan may never appear again in this world."
"The white-robed Sword God... can he truly match this level?"
The three masters paused. The spear god frowned. Aside from the awe-inspiring sword aura Shen Lian had released earlier, there was no obvious divine power. Without witnessing the sword, Shen Lian seemed no different from a mere mortal.
The drunkard added slowly, "A talent like Emperor Yan doesn't emerge easily. Even if Shen Lian is strong, he's still too young. He has a long road before he can match the Emperor's legacy."
"Remarkable..."
On the battlefield, Shen Lian slowly raised his head. His eyes glinted with divine clarity as he stared at the resplendent Tiangu. His expression was calm and unwavering.
He could sense the terrifying transformation of Tiangu's divine art. Once unleashed, his body merged with heaven and earth itself. Within his domain, reality bent at his will. For ordinary Void Realm powerhouses, this technique was untouchable.
But Shen Lian simply shook his head.
"That's all?"
No aura surged from him, no spiritual pressure erupted. Yet he rose into the sky as if stepping through clouds, ascending against the crushing force of Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang.
"Oh?"
Tiangu's eyes narrowed. This young man should not be able to fly under such suppression. Yet here he was—light and calm.
"I am invincible in the same realm. Tiangu, take my sword!"
With calm certainty, Shen Lian finally spoke. He had created this sword himself, forging it over three years through sun and moon, heat and frost, winds and rain, absorbing the breath of all creation.
To craft this sword, he watched the stars traverse the sky, the seasons rise and fall, the birth and death of the smallest creatures. His kendo merged with nature itself, attaining the supreme sword path.
One sword, three years. Enough.
This sword could split Yin and Yang. It could reshape the cosmos.
Shen Lian drew his blade.
Boom!
Sword light erupted like a sea without shore. The world flipped upside down. The dark clouds above were pierced as a beam of divine light split them apart.
Golden rays spilled through the rift, following the sword mark like a holy path. Within it, endless sword energy surged like a tidal wave, cleaving heaven and earth.
A sword to open the world. A sword to divide Yin and Yang.
Tiangu landed slowly, his face deeply conflicted. He stared at Shen Lian for a long moment before sighing.
And then he turned, walking away.
There was sorrow in his steps—regret at his own nearing twilight. But there was also joy, for he had witnessed the future of Cangxuan.
Their era was ending. A new one was rising.
From generation to generation, heroes are born. The new rises as the old fades.
Shen Lian stood still, sword in hand, eyes calm. All around, the countless Void Realm cultivators trembled.
Then, one by one, they bowed deeply to Shen Lian.
Without hesitation, they turned and fled the Hundred Thousand Mountains. With the white-robed Sword God standing watch, no one dared covet the divine treasure buried there.
The news spread like wildfire. The world trembled.
Year 802 of the Dayan Dynasty.
In the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the white-robed Sword God Shen Lian struck down five Void Realm experts and defeated the ancient powerhouse Tiangu.
That day, he stood alone, with one horse and one sword—reversing heaven and earth.
The Cangxuan Realm shook.
From that day forward, Shen Lian, the white-robed Sword God, was recognized as the undisputed number one beneath the divine realm.
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