Chapter 50: The Origin of the Sword
The Origin of the Sword
"Have you enjoyed watching long enough?"
His gaze locked onto a seemingly empty section of the sky above the Salvatore Family estate.
The Sword Intent instantly became ethereal.
Its killing aura pierced straight into the heavens.
Victor pointed two fingers toward the empty void.
The next instant—
Pfft!
It sounded as though an invisible barrier had been pierced through.
High above the Salvatore Family estate...
A streak of crimson blood suddenly burst from empty space before vanishing into the distance.
At the same time...
A miserable scream echoed faintly from somewhere deep within the void itself.
"Sword Intent! It’s Sword Intent!"
"The Patriarch has actually comprehended Sword Intent!"
"And this Sword Intent... it descends directly from the Great Principle of World’s Sword Path itself, without the slightest trace of any other Great Principle mixed into it!"
Damien Salvatore’s attention was instantly drawn toward the overwhelming Sword Intent radiating from Victor.
His breathing slowed.
His pupils narrowed.
The surrounding world seemed to fade away, leaving only that single, peerless sword aura before his eyes.
As countless invisible sword marks appeared across the sky, they crisscrossed through the air like silent rivers of light. Every strand of Sword Intent carried incomparable purity, as though it had been born before heaven and earth themselves.
It sought only one thing.
To cut.
To sever.
To divide everything that existed.
Even in his previous life, Damien had never witnessed a Sword Intent so flawless.
Back then, he had also walked the path of the sword.
The Sword Intent he cultivated had been known as the Emotionless Sword Intent.
It embodied the principle that the Heavenly Dao possessed no emotion, no attachment, and no mercy.
Among the countless Sword Intents scattered throughout the cultivation world, it had ranked among the strongest, standing proudly within the top ten.
It was a sword path countless geniuses dreamed of comprehending.
Yet...
Compared with the Sword Intent Victor displayed today...
The Emotionless Sword Intent suddenly appeared insignificant.
The difference wasn’t merely one of strength.
It was a difference in origin.
Whether it was the Emotionless Sword Intent...
The Azure Lotus Sword Intent...
Or any other famous Sword Intent...
They were ultimately branches that had grown from the Great Principle of World’s Sword Path.
Each represented a fusion between swordsmanship and another Great Principle.
Some combined with emotion.
Some with destruction.
Some with life.
Some with death.
Each possessed its own unique characteristics.
Victor’s Sword Intent was completely different.
There was nothing mixed within it.
No supplementary Great Principle.
No foreign influence.
No external law.
Only...
Sword.
Pure Sword.
The most fundamental Sword Intent between heaven and earth.
The very source from which every other Sword Intent had originated.
The beginning of all swords.
The emperor above every Sword Intent.
Where Victor’s Sword Intent existed...
Every other Sword Intent had no choice but to bow.
In other words...
Before Victor...
Every Sword Intent in existence was merely a loyal subject awaiting its sovereign’s command.
I am the Sword.
I am Sword Intent.
Everything beneath heaven...
Can become my sword.
That was the realm Victor had reached.
Damien stared blankly at the breathtaking scene before him.
His heart pounded violently.
Without warning...
The Eternal Tribulation Sword hidden inside his body began trembling.
Its blade emitted a faint humming sound that only Damien could hear.
Buzz...
Buzz...
It wasn’t fear.
Nor resistance.
It was excitement.
The ancient sword seemed to have encountered the supreme origin of all swords.
The next instant...
Damien’s eyes gradually lost their focus.
The outside world disappeared.
His breathing became calm.
His consciousness sank into a mysterious state of enlightenment.
At almost the same moment...
A familiar notification echoed inside Victor’s mind.
[Ding! Legacy Investment successful!]
[Reward obtained: Supreme Sword Scripture—Heavenbreaker Eternal Sword Canon!]
As the Eternal Legacy System’s voice faded...
An endless torrent of profound information surged into Victor’s consciousness.
Countless sword principles.
Ancient insights.
Limitless mysteries.
Every fragment of knowledge flowed together like rivers converging into an endless sea.
The countless mysteries eventually merged into...
One sword strike.
Only one.
There were no complicated sword forms.
No dazzling techniques.
No endless transformations.
Only...
A simple horizontal slash.
Plain.
Ordinary.
So ordinary that anyone could imitate the movement.
Yet hidden beneath that seemingly simple strike...
Gods fell like rain.
Immortals shed tears.
Worlds collapsed.
Heavens split apart.
One sword.
Enough.
Within a single breath, Victor completely mastered the Heavenbreaker Eternal Sword Canon.
There was no unfamiliarity.
No adjustment period.
It was as though the sword technique had belonged to him since birth.
He slowly lifted his eyes.
Within those calm golden pupils...
Countless mysteries of the Great Principle of World’s Sword Path quietly flickered before disappearing once again.
His gaze calmly shifted upward.
Looking toward the seemingly empty sky above the Salvatore Family.
Then...
He spoke.
"I already spoke."
"Didn’t you hear me?"
His tone remained calm.
Neither angry.
Nor joyful.
Yet those simple words caused the surrounding air to become unbearably cold.
Far above the Salvatore Family...
Hidden within layers of space...
A brown-robed elder suddenly felt every hair on his body stand on end.
His entire body turned ice-cold.
Blood continuously streamed from his left eye, dripping silently down his wrinkled face.
His breathing became hurried.
His expression filled with disbelief.
"I carry a sect treasure capable of concealing my presence."
"Even a peak Heavenly Genesis Realm expert shouldn’t be able to detect me so easily!"
He instinctively covered his injured eye.
His thoughts became increasingly chaotic.
"Could that sword strike earlier..."
"...have merely been a coincidence?"
"Is this brat trying to bluff me?"
His expression darkened.
"Ridiculous!"
"I am a Heavenly Genesis Realm cultivator!"
"How could I possibly be frightened by some strange little brat?"
Even as he said those words...
His heartbeat continued to accelerate.
A strange uneasiness quietly spread throughout his entire body.
He had come as an elder of the Crimson Abyss Sect.
His mission was simple.
Investigate the Salvatore Family.
Discover how they had killed one of the sect’s disciples.
By nature...
He had always been cautious.
Rather than appearing openly...
He had relied upon a precious treasure artifact to conceal both his aura and his presence.
Yet Victor’s seemingly casual Sword Intent had wounded him before he even realized what had happened.
That alone was enough to shake his confidence.
Before he could calm himself...
Victor’s cold voice echoed directly inside his heart once more.
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