Remould the Glory of Sword Art

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

The Mystic Dance Immortal Music has finished, leaving the entire peak of Qi Blue Mountain in silence under everyone’s gaze. Qilin Miaofa True Monarch held the Golden Box and walked step by step towards the end of the great hall.

"Aren’t you all going to..."

Cui Zhen already had a suspicion in his heart.

He knew Xie Xuanyi and Qilin well, these two were of the same kind.

Once they resolutely decided to do something.

None could stop them.

"Prepare to take action."

Xie Xuanyi watched calmly and sent a transmission.

His Brow Sword Intent was already fully poised.

Just waiting for Qilin Miaofa True Monarch to unveil the curtain, revealing the true form of Nether Sea Venerable.

"!!!"

Cui Zhen’s Heart Lake sank.

Indeed, just as he thought, these two maniacs...

"Such a big move, not even a heads-up for me?"

Cui Zhen gritted his teeth, sending a transmission while pressing one hand to his side, the Long Saber gently swaying, creating a faint rippling sound in the wind. In an instant, Cui Zhen was prepared, his hand poised on the saber handle, ready to draw at any moment, as for the aura of "Yin God Great Perfection," it was ready to break through at any moment!

As long as Qilin acts.

Both he and Xie Xuanyi would spring into action together!

"Isn’t this a heads-up?"

Xie Xuanyi said lightly, "Giving you ten seconds in advance... should count as advance notice, right?"

"!@#￥%￥..."

At this moment, Cui Zhen’s handsome face, concealed by the veil hat silk, was full of helplessness.

If it weren’t for the many Demon Cultivators around.

He nearly cursed out loud.

"Sorry, it was a spur-of-the-moment decision on my part..."

Xie Xuanyi squinted and smiled, "After all, next time I see Nether Sea, he probably won’t be sitting there obediently for me to strike with a sword."

During the conversation.

Qilin Miaofa True Monarch had already arrived at the end of the great hall.

"Thank you, Dao brother."

The tall figure hidden behind the curtain stood up, extending his hands very sincerely.

Just as the two were about to make contact, and the talisman curtain was about to be unveiled.

"Hah!"

An angry shout suddenly exploded from above.

Along with the shout came a dazzling golden light descending from the sky!

Above the Heavenly Peak of Qi Blue Mountain, countless talismans formed into heavenly clouds were suddenly scattered.

A figure clad in golden armor stood on the clouds, holding a Long Rod, which he thrust down heavily!

Hundreds and thousands of talismans shattered upon impact, swept up by the fierce wind!

"Saint Prince!"

"Why is the Saint Prince here!"

For a moment.

The great hall resounded with exclamations.

The figure standing atop the Heavenly Peak was truly too conspicuous.

Golden armor, red plumes, full of vigor and arrogance, eyes filled with defiance, a silhouette thin yet exuding dazzling divine power.

Rustling!

The fierce winds on the peak blew, the large red cloak waving in the breeze!

Unbeknownst to anyone, the Saint Prince arrived atop Qi Blue Mountain, single-handedly holding the "Spirit Sun Rod," like a pestle grinding medicine, smashing the meticulously arranged Talisman Sea of Nether Sea Venerable to pieces.

This sudden strike shattered the hall’s tranquility and disrupted Qilin Miaofa True Monarch’s plan!

Spirit Sun Rod forcefully drove between the two.

Qilin Miaofa True Monarch frowned and backed up a step, the next moment the Spirit Sun Rod rapidly contracted but did not return to the sky, instead carrying its master, the "Saint Prince," to the peak.

"Master Bei Zhao."

The Saint Prince squatted atop the thin golden rod, face full of mischief.

In terms of seniority.

Among the Nine Venerable, Qilin Miaofa True Monarch and Nether Sea Venerable were peers, and he indeed should call True Monarch his uncle...

In terms of Divine Skills.

Back in the day, True Monarch Bei Zhao borrowed the Earth Abyss Secret Realm from Great Ape Mountain, gaining insight into part of the Battle Secret Technique, thus both shared the same master lineage.

This call of uncle was not unreasonable.

"Why have you come?"

The True Monarch frowned slightly.

Having secluded himself in North Swamp, he had little attachment to the world. Except for a few old friends he had fought alongside years ago, he had little "old acquaintances"... this Saint Prince barely counted as one because previously, when he borrowed the Earth Abyss Secret Realm, the Saint Prince coincidentally was present, and they spent some time in the Secret Realm together.

Toward the Saint Prince.

Qilin Miaofa True Monarch harbored some admiration.

This was a remarkable younger generation, possessing exceptional talent and good character.

However.

Faced with the Saint Prince’s sudden interference, the True Monarch felt displeasure; without that rod, he would have unveiled the curtain by now.

"I heard there was a grand banquet at Qi Blue Mountain."

The Saint Prince retained his playful demeanor, squatting on the Spirit Sun Rod’s end, smiling: "And I also heard... Master Uncle was attending, hence I came specifically to see you."

He made these remarks.

Without turning his head the entire time.

As if the figure standing behind him was mere air.

"..."

Nether Sea Venerable silently took two steps back, putting down his wine cup, the talisman curtain fluttering in the wind, obscuring his face from view.

But everyone could clearly see.

Nether Sea was enraged.

This was Qi Blue Mountain, his domain.

He invited guests to a banquet, and at this critical moment... it was disrupted by the Saint Prince.

"Enough nonsense!"

A strong admonition echoed from behind the curtain.

Nether Sea Venerable said in a deep voice: "If you wish to visit, you should come through the main entrance. Revealing yourself in such a way, what regard do you have for customs and courtesy? You are the offspring of the Holy Emperor, disregarding decorum like this invites mockery from the entire world."

"Why, what talk is this?"

The Saint Prince still maintained his cheerful demeanor.

"Rules, etiquette, are constraints for the weak."

"Father once taught me to dare challenge rules, to break rigidity... he disliked adhering to customs in his youth."

Upon saying this.

Behind the curtain, Nether Sea Venerable hesitated.

The Holy Emperor...

is indeed a fitting example.

Standing atop the high mountain’s peak, all rules, shackles, and constraints of this world cease to exist.

For you will become the Supreme crafting rules.

"Moreover..."

The Saint Prince turned slightly, glancing at the banquet curtain: "Uncle, haven’t you also been rather unobservant of etiquette?"

Swoosh.

The Saint Prince jumped off the Spirit Sun Rod, beckoning, and the golden rod swiftly contracted, shrinking to normal rod size, firmly grasped in his palm.

The Saint Prince turned around.

Facing the densely packed talisman curtain assembled like a wall.

"It is said, when friends come from afar, it is a delight."

The Saint Prince grinned, "Since you personally set up the banquet, why not meet sincerely? Hiding behind the curtain... isn’t that too arrogant?"

With that.

The Saint Prince made a move.

Rumble!

The Spirit Sun Rod stirred countless gales, transforming the Fighting Path into golden light, sweeping up the vast talisman curtain blocking everyone’s vision.

"...?"

All Demon Cultivators present.

Including Nether Sea Venerable.

No one anticipated such a turn of events—

Faced with the Fighting Path, the carefully arranged curtain by Nether Sea Venerable couldn’t even hold an instant, instantly tearing apart!

Qi Blue Mountain fell into deathly silence.

A towering, majestic figure akin to a mountain appeared before everyone’s eyes.