Legend of Swordsman

“Heart power?” Strong beings from other worlds were still somewhat puzzled.

“I didn’t expect that beneath the Emperor, there would be someone who could cultivate Heart power to such a level. Impressive!”

The leaders of the Wuliang Realm bowed in respect, their palms pressed together. In their Wuliang World, second only to the Wuliang Buddha was the Heart Buddha.

That Heart Buddha was incredibly powerful, and his methods were mysterious.

He had left several secret methods of Heart power cultivation on the Wuliang Mountain.

Countless Grand Yan Immortals rarely cultivated Heart power, let alone mastering the secret techniques of it.

In their eyes, cultivating Heart power as a Grand Yan Immortal was simply impossible.

Little did they know, on Wuliang Mountain, a Three Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal once touched the threshold of Heart power, only to fall in the vast Great Desolate Wilderness.

This fair-skinned monk had accidentally acquired a transmission from the Heart Buddha, and out of respect, Wuliang Buddha granted him a fragment of the Bodhi Heartwood. It elevated his mental state, significantly aiding his cultivation of Heart power.

Unfortunately, the monk eventually perished. In his final moments, he passed his most significant opportunity, the Bodhi Heartwood, to Jian Wushuang.

At that time, during a fierce battle and aided by the effects of the Bodhi Heartwood, Jian Wushuang experienced an extraordinary enlightenment. It allowed his consciousness to astrally project into the starry expanse.

Realizing the origins of his newfound abilities, Jian Wushuang felt profound gratitude for the departed monk, yet lamented the monk’s incomplete fate.

Having learned the monk’s posthumous name from Hu Qing, Jian Wushuang resolved that if the opportunity arose, he would venture into the Wuliang Realm to witness the monk’s Dharma manifestation.

The posthumous name: Complete Annihilation.

Hu Qing, guarding the Fairy Luo Shui behind him, turned to look at Jian Wushuang suspended in the air, murmuring softly, “Master Uncle, if you are still alive, there might be hope for you to cultivate Heart power in the future!” Luo Shui, standing behind him, also gazed towards the void.

“Friend Wushuang is unexpectedly powerful! Even this little monk, you’ve been hiding your true strength well. I risked my life protecting both of you for such a long time.” Luo Shui rested her hands on her hips, tempted to give Hui Qng’s head a knock but ultimately refrained.

“Well done!” Hu Qing clasped his hands together, bowing his head respectfully.

In the void, Jian Wushuang raised his hand. Gripping the emptiness, an endless Sword Intent filled the entire space. His mental realm was several times stronger than the last time.

“Annihilate!”

With the surge of sword intent, the bursting sword energy transformed into a massive cage, trapping the ghosts that had just invaded his mental realm.

There were millions of these ghosts, among them, several hundred belonged to the Perfected Nine Revolutions of the Grand Yan Immortal realm. With so many ghosts, the sum of the Great Dao contained within them could rival the origin of a small world.

After all, the fall of over a dozen Emperors, combined with the Great Dao origins of two fourth-tier Emperors, exceeded the norm of a small world.

Cackling…

The cries of millions of ghosts echoed, their ethereal bodies completely incinerated by the Heart power within Jian Wushuang’s Sword Intent. Although they lacked consciousness, the profound pain in the depths of their souls made them suffer unbearably.

The weaker ones, ghosts of the Three and Six Revolutions level, were directly slain by the Sword Qi. Those able to withstand the Sword Qi were the Nine Revolutions or Perfected Nine Revolutions ghosts, but enduring the Sword Qi was more painful for them than being instantly obliterated.

Being killed outright was a relief, at least there was a quick end. Those who endured the Sword Qi had to endure the relentless torment of Heart power, making their existence agonizing.

Some powerful ghosts began to struggle, go mad, and rush at Jian Wushuang.

“Be careful! Their strength hasn’t been weakened much!” Jiu Yu’s figure flickered, but Jian Wushuang stopped him.

“I have a treasure that can deal with these ghosts. You go ahead; I’ll cover the rear!” Jian Wushuang said sincerely.

Indeed, he was genuinely earnest. As long as these people went ahead, he could openly incorporate these ghosts into the origin of his Heart power universe. Moreover, he could take this opportunity to escape from these people and make a swift getaway.

As for the Qishen Temple, he never thought of contending for it!

Although he learned from Jiu Yu that there was a secret in the Qishen Temple that could make one the most pinnacle existence, these things were too distant from them.

A large group of Emperors were watching there. Even if there were benefits, it was not his turn as a Grand Yan Immortal. If he went, he would just be cannon fodder.

So Jian Wushuang decided to shake off these people. With the strength of a Grand Yan Immortal, he could travel across the entire universe. Seizing this opportunity, he planned to venture into other great worlds.

“And there are treasures like this?” Jiu Yu was somewhat incredulous.

But at this point, if they stayed here, once those monsters broke through the Heartsword World, they would be trapped here. It might be better to listen to Jian Wushuang and take the chance to escape. Trust him this time.

At this moment, most people had the same thoughts as Jian Wushuang. They all wanted to leave the Great Desolate Wilderness as soon as possible, but their strength was not enough. If they encountered monsters again halfway, without so many strong people sticking together, they wouldn’t survive.

For now, they could only temporarily follow Jiu Yu.

“Hurry! The Sword World can’t hold on for long. My treasure can only kill this batch of monsters. Once the next batch of monsters appears from the cracks in the void, I won’t be able to escape.” Jian Wushuang’s face showed urgency. He had the look of a rough monk persuading someone to escape.

The figure of Hu Qing was mixed in the crowd. His gaze had been on Jian Wushuang, and he understood Jian Wushuang’s thoughts. He was no longer the young novice monk he used to be; anything in the world seemed like a mirror

to him now.

Then he glanced at Jian Wushuang. The two exchanged glances, instantly understanding each other’s thoughts.

“Since you insist on this, we’ll take the lead. Remember, if you can’t fight, escape in the direction we’re heading. Maybe the Emperors are already on their way here.” Jiu Yu reassured them before leaving.

Jian Wushuang did show a bitter smile. Their current location was very close to the Qishen Temple. If the Emperors were really coming to save them, they would have arrived long ago.

If even the Emperors couldn’t break free, it showed how dangerous that direction was..