Chapter 337. Emperor Chang Shengzun
"Peering into the Yin to break the Yang, heaven and earth converge at the divine pivot; the Sword is void, the heart is the reality, the heart follows the movement of the Sword, the Sword follows the intent of the heart..."
Emperor Chang Shengzun chanted solemnly, his voice resonating with ethereal clarity. Seated in the lotus position atop an ornate meditation platform inside his flying warship, he radiated an oppressive, divine aura. His presence alone could silence the wind and bend the clouds. Around him, spiritual energy surged and flowed like a river of light, coalescing into a sword-shaped vortex that danced around his body in perfect harmony.
Emperor Chang Shengzun was not merely a sword cultivator—he was the sword cultivator, a legend spoken of with reverence across the realms. A Nascent Soul powerhouse who once singlehandedly split a mountain range in half, his mastery of the Dao of the Sword was unparalleled.
Beneath his warship, an endless procession of armored flying boats followed, each carrying scores of cultivators clad in sleek battle robes. The fleet stretched across the skies like a sea of celestial fireflies, casting shadows over the land below.
His army—ten thousand elite cultivators—marched toward the Xuan Continent under a single banner: The Great Purge.
They had already razed several cities, burning them to ash and rubble. Screams of mortals had faded into silence, their bodies reduced to cinders. Cultivator or not, anyone who dared resist had been cut down without mercy.
"These mortals are like ants," one of the younger cultivators sneered, standing near the observation deck of the warship. He flicked the blood off his blade with contempt.
Another elder nodded solemnly. "They’ve grown complacent in their weakness. Clinging to their lives, refusing to step onto the path of cultivation—how pathetic."
"The Great Purge has only just begun," a third cultivator
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Meanwhile, in the heart of a lush valley where a grand waterfall cascaded down glittering rocks, four girls were enjoying a leisurely bath beneath the silken curtain of falling water. The sun filtered through the canopy above, painting the pool in shimmering hues of gold and blue. The sound of the rushing water, the chirping birds, and the fragrant scent of nearby blooming flowers created a serene paradise untouched by the chaos of the world.