Chapter 133 : Successive Breakthroughs
Chapter 133: Successive Breakthroughs
“Boom…”
As the two swords collided, the heavens seemed on the verge of collapse. Endless sword qi crisscrossed, like a rain of light pouring across the sky.
The vast sky itself seemed like a barrier, pierced into a sieve by the sword qi.
Gales roared, dust surged from the earth, everyone’s hair whipped wildly, and their clothes fluttered violently.
Yet at this moment, no one spoke a single word. Apart from the battle between the two, the entire world was deathly silent.
It was as though that peerless swordsmanship had already carried everyone’s souls into another realm.
Some people instinctively circulated their True Qi.
Others erupted with boundless blade intent above their heads.
Still others released their true intent, coiling around their bodies.
It was as if under that single strike, everyone had fallen into sudden enlightenment—instinctively defending, instinctively resisting the raging winds, instinctively circulating their cultivation techniques.
And in the sky, the two figures continued their battle, not pausing for even a moment.
Sword light flowed like a galaxy, cleansing the heavens.
Sword qi gathered like the opening of heaven itself, tearing apart everything.
The clash of two Sword Daos, the battle of two individuals, resembled deities descending to the mortal world, unleashing power freely, shaking heaven and earth.
The sound resounded through the capital like thunder.
Buildings trembled and hummed, tiles rattled and crackled.
The power grew ever more terrifying.
No one knew how long had passed before the winds and clouds in the sky finally dispersed, and the sun suddenly reappeared, hanging high above.
Under the sunlight, the two white-clad figures appeared even smaller.
Yet the aura surrounding them seemed to rival the blazing sun, making it impossible for anyone to look away.
“Sword Thirteen!”
Faintly, it seemed as though a shout echoed within everyone’s hearts.
At that instant, the world fell completely still. The wind ceased, and even the sunlight seemed blocked by an invisible force, losing all warmth.
An extremely terrifying killing intent surged like a storm, filling the entire sky.
“What?”
All the onlookers trembled as they felt that boundless killing intent engulf them like an ocean.
Before many of their eyes appeared a strange vision.
Mountains and rivers shattered, the people lay dead, blood flowing into rivers. Towering monstrous creatures, as large as mountains, strode across ruins, raising their heads to roar at the sky.
It was as if they were displaying their supreme victory.
In that moment, endless despair, misery, sorrow, unwillingness, hatred, and fear spread through the air.
Seeing such a scene, some felt a pang in their hearts and could not help but weep.
Many even cried out inwardly: “Who will save us!”
Others roared in their hearts: “Kill! Slay all demons and protect our comrades!”
“Clang!”
Just as despair and fear reached their peak, a sword cry rang through the heavens.
Endless killing intent, unwillingness, despair, and sorrow gathered, flooding the sky and transforming into countless giant swords that descended from above.
Like divine weapons, they beheaded those monstrous creatures, blood splashing across the nine heavens.
Seeing this scene, everyone could not help but roar and cheer, as if they had finally escaped that boundless despair.
“So this is his Sword Heart!”
“That tragic scene… is it what he once witnessed?”
“What a terrifying sword—this is Sword Thirteen?”
At this moment, even the few Divine Realm experts had their hearts shaken, their spirits trembling endlessly.
Sword Thirteen was a sword born from endless despair.
Yet it carried boundless killing intent—an unstoppable tide that would either annihilate all enemies or turn upon oneself.
“If this sword continues to evolve… it might truly be capable of destroying heaven and earth!”
At this moment, such a thought arose in the minds of the Divine Realm experts.
What shocked them even more was that Ying Jiu had actually blocked such a sword.
With a single strike, countless stars manifested, endless mountains and rivers spread across the sky, all converging into rivers of sword qi that could annihilate all worlds.
That was Myriad Swords Return to the Origin!
One sword gave birth to ten thousand swords.
The path where one Dao gives rise to ten thousand Daos!
In the Age of Immortals and Gods, it was even said that one sword could break all techniques.
Suddenly—
“Buzz!”
A surge of blade intent shot into the sky as the momentum of heaven and earth around Qi Feihong began to gather.
In the next moment, Qi Feihong’s body rose into the air, floating midair, golden light shining around him, with countless afterimages appearing.
Like golden lightning—that was blade light at the extreme of speed.
“Someone actually broke through to Grandmaster!”
Seeing this, some who remained clear-headed showed shock in their eyes, followed by deep unwillingness.
“Buzz, buzz…”
In the next moment, waves of aura rose from all directions.
A woman stood quietly, her spiritual power dancing around her, forming various figures—compassionate, holy, seductive, despairing… countless forms.
A man in black robes stood with overwhelming killing intent, hand seals circling around him—killing heaven, killing earth, killing all living beings, killing himself.
There was also spear intent sweeping across, like the remnant souls of iron-blooded soldiers awakening to battle the world once more, their battle intent soaring to the heavens.
Others gathered endless frost and snow around them, drifting across the land, while Buddhist light and chanting appeared together.
There were too many.
Before the imperial palace, countless auras surged.
Those in the Qi Realm broke into the Profound Realm, those in the Initial Realm broke into the Qi Realm—there were even fluctuations of the Divine Realm.
“That is Xie Lianyue, disciple of the Hundred Flowers Fairy—she’s about to break through as well!”
“What terrifying killing intent… that’s the demonic prodigy Hua Jinshu!”
“That battle intent—is that the Astonishing Transformation? Battle intent like a dragon, the transformation of astonishment—he’s the son of the Overlord Spear!”
“…”
At this moment, under the influence of the Sword Saint’s Sword Heart, many seized the opportunity, shattered their bottlenecks, and stepped into the realm of Grandmasters.
Those who failed to break through felt immense unwillingness, raising their heads to the sky, filled with anticipation.
They seemed to hope the Sword Saint and the Sword God would fight once more.
Unfortunately—
The figures of Ying Jiu and the Sword Saint of Cangshan stood still, with no further signs of action.
Only waves of terrifying sword intent rose from their bodies, gradually returning to them.
Though no victor had been seen, everyone could feel that both had grown even more terrifying.
“How is this possible?”
“Why have I gained nothing at all?”
Before the imperial palace, Yu Taiyan watched the rising auras, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
Even some Divine Realm experts had broken through minor stages.
More than a dozen at the peak of the Qi Realm had shattered their bottlenecks and become Grandmasters.
Yet he, the emperor of a nation, had gained nothing.
No—not entirely nothing. It was just that the eruption of the Sword Saint’s Sword Heart did not resonate with him, thus bringing him little insight.
Those who could resonate with that vision all gained some degree of enlightenment.
“I, Qi Feihong, offer my thanks to the Sword Saint and the Sword God!”
Someone who had broken through opened his eyes and bowed toward the sky.
The battle between these two peaks of Sword Dao—every move filled with power, shaking the heart and soul—had indeed brought immense benefit.
Especially that vision—it shook the spirit.
“Amitabha. This humble monk Wunian thanks the Sword God and the Sword Saint for their fulfillment!”
“I, Xie Lianyue, thank the Sword God and the Sword Saint!”
“Hua Jinshu thanks the Sword God and the Sword Saint!”
“…”
Voices rose one after another.
Figures bowed toward the sky from afar.
Clearly, the impact of this battle was immense.
Not only among the eight hidden sects, but even among the Jianghu, people had broken through and become Profound Realm Grandmasters.
After this battle, across the twenty-two provinces of the Great Yu Imperial Dynasty, there would likely be over a dozen more Profound Realm Grandmasters.
As for those in the Qi Realm, there might be over a hundred more.
Countless people looked at the Sword God and the Sword Saint with gratitude in their eyes.
Especially the Sword Saint—this battle was no less than the transmission of the Dao.
Those who had seen that vision and resonated with it almost all understood the Sword Saint’s heart.
The Human Race must strive for self-strength, must grow stronger more quickly.
Rather than praying to gods and Buddhas, rather than sinking into despair and begging for salvation, it was better to grow stronger oneself.
To raise the blade, slaughter all demons and evil gods that massacred humanity, to uphold a sky for one’s comrades, to carve out a future for one’s family and kin.
At this moment, everyone recalled the words spoken by the Sword Saint and the Sword God before the battle.
“May all of you gain enlightenment and not make this journey in vain!”
Those who had broken through were filled with emotion, their hearts overflowing with gratitude.
The Sword Saint had once suffered great calamity—after returning from his studies, he witnessed his entire village and town slaughtered by demons.
He watched his parents, his younger sister, his relatives and friends all die.
He saw the familiar faces of the past, one by one losing their breath.
From that day on, he abandoned the brush for the sword and spent twenty years in Great Azure Mountain slaying demons.
He became the revered Sword Saint of Cangshan in the hearts of countless people of the Jianghu.
Thinking of the emotions and visions within that Sword Heart, everyone could not help but sigh again.
What kind of despair had he endured to accumulate such terrifying killing intent?
For a time, many looked at the Sword Saint of Cangshan with even greater respect.
Even those who had not broken through bowed in unison upon recalling that vision.
“Buzz!”
Just as everyone was sighing, a surge of cold energy suddenly erupted.
Centered on Li Yunqing, it spread rapidly in all directions.
At that moment, frost and snow filled the sky.
The biting cold made many people shiver involuntarily.
Many instinctively turned their heads toward a corner of the crowd.
A young woman stood there, her expression gentle and serene, eyes closed, cold wind howling around her as her black hair danced behind her.
A pale moon-white cloak and a purple dress fluttered loudly.
Endless cold energy and frost swirled around her like a flowing river.
“It’s her!”
Seeing that figure, many felt their hearts tremble, their eyes filled with amazement and astonishment.
The one who had gained further enlightenment at this moment was that young woman who had single-handedly suppressed the younger generation of the Jianghu with one sword.
“It’s Fairy Yunqing!”