Chapter 643: Chapter 278: The Final Glimmer, a Sword of Cold Radiance Illuminates the Nine Heavens
At the same time the saints of the Demon Realm were frantically rushing toward that world.
In the Divine Sword Sect’s region, atop the void ten thousand fathoms high, thick snow covered the heavens and earth. Amidst the vast, hazy domain, terror sword force soared to the peak of the clouds, shaking the heavens and making ghosts and gods weep.
The First Generation Sword Saint stood facing the wind, quietly towering over the universe of snow and storm, his long hair flying and robe moving without wind, akin to a supreme deity overlooking all beings, emanating an unprecedented boundless sword intent.
Countless cultivators gazed at the imposing figure standing with hands behind his back, all breathing heavily, eyes full of utmost shock.
The Sword Saint now stood in his peak condition, merely standing there like a world-dominating divine sword, its sharp edge pressing down on the whole Hundred Broken Mountain Range region, suffocating all.
In an instant, countless strong figures of mountains and rivers felt the sensation, all looking towards the Divine Sword Sect’s region with eyes full of shock.
Especially those endless contemporary giants who came to besiege the Sword Saint. Upon seeing the shocking sword shadow descending from the sky, returning to the Sword Saint’s body, they all began to breathe rapidly. Especially when sensing the terror sword force on Dugu Nan at that moment, each seemed to be struck by lightning, faces showing terror.
"Dugu Nan in peak condition, impossible, how can this be?"
The moment Dugu Nan returned to his youthful state and his soul reunified, the terrifying figures sitting cross-legged atop the snowy void all suddenly stood up, dumbfounded by everything.
And when that shocking sword force surged to the sky, making the vast sword intent ripple in all directions, the countless giants who came to suppress the Sword Saint all had eyes filled with monstrous waves. After the utmost shock, they were replaced by endless fear, indescribable dread.
Countless contemporary giants stared intently at that world, their chests heaving like never before, as if their divine souls were somewhat in disorder.
Even those ancient giants from infinite distances away were shocked as if seeing a god, for these old giants nearing their limits, mostly were not from the same era as the contemporary Sword Saint.
They were terrifying supreme beings accumulated over countless ages, many were the ceiling existences of several, even dozens of eras, unwilling to die at the end of their lifespans, using all means to delay death.
Yet even so, for the contemporary Sword Saint, these old saints who had survived for unfathomable years still found the Sword Saint’s reputation thunderous. Though they existed in different eras, they represented a degree of reaching the same heights as a dreadful dominator.
It’s just that for millions of years in the Hundred Broken Mountain Range region, no giant had ever lived out a second life.
However, the contemporary Sword Saint comprehended the Soul-Gathering Technique at his demise, stepping into another supreme field. Though suspected of taking an alternate path, he was undeniably a terrifying figure living out a second life, and if given the opportunity to nourish his divine soul for ten thousand years, living a second life was almost a certainty.
That is to say, the Dragon Emperor Sword Saint is the sole supreme existence living out a second life within the millions of years in the Hundred Broken Mountain Range region.
To know, a second life is the dream pursued by countless ancient giants throughout their lives, yet achieved by none, while a Sword Saint who rose just hundreds of years ago dared step into the second life realm, how could all ancient giants not be astounded?
"If this person was never seriously injured during his lifetime, what realm could he reach given hundreds or thousands of years?"
"Dragon Emperor Sword Saint, Ultimate Realm of Swordsmanship, if not for being severely wounded during the holy battle in the dynasty back then, he would at least have three thousand years of lifespan remaining. Three thousand years, what worry about not becoming a Sword Emperor?"
And once he stepped into the Dragon Emperor Realm, that would be an extremely terrifying existence, the Sword Emperor’s power is bound to illuminate the vast Nine States, establishing a reputation for the ages. More terrifyingly, once becoming a Sword Emperor, his lifespan becomes even more formidable, perhaps the Martial Soul Continent shall witness the birth of a legendary figure in the Sword Dao once again.
Of course, even though that figure was seriously injured during his peak years, his lifespan sharply reduced, he lived out the opportunity for a second life within mere hundreds of years, what kind of heaven-defying demeanor is this.
That is to say, even without those three thousand years of lifespan, he was still able to glimpse the second life’s secret at the brink of demise, using the Soul-Gathering Technique to deceive the heavens, planning for millennia later to re-emerge with the splendor of a second life, what kind of heaven-bestowed temperament is this?
And once a giant enters the second life’s lifespan, it equates to entering another supreme realm, then the giants will no longer be existences comparable to them, the gap between them already isn’t bridged within the same realm, the difference like an insurmountable chasm.
First Generation Sword Saint, amazement of the ancients, movement of heaven and earth, causing the world to tremble.
And amidst the extreme shock of countless saints, atop the void ten thousand fathoms high, within the snow and storm, as the souls reunified and the sword returned to the body, the First Generation Sword Saint slowly withdrew inward, endless sword force and sword intent retracted naturally, this world seemed to instantly regain its tranquility.
At this moment, Dugu Nan no longer appeared old and feeble, he reappeared in youthful form, standing quietly within the snowstorm, his robe flying with the wind, strands of black hair fluttering, as if returning to simplicity, letting the snow cling to his body, akin to a simple clothed figure.
Even without the release of sword force, yet that imposing figure still captivated the soul, countless cultivators merely glanced, shaken by his unrivaled demeanor, not daring to doubt the magnitude of the waves this figure could incite by any movement.
"Master—."
Below the void ten thousand fathoms high, at the peak of South Peak.
Ye Xiaofan looked up at the astonishing figure standing above him, his eyes instantly red, his heart filled with indescribable helplessness and despair.
