Remould the Glory of Sword Art

"Big Brother?"

The voice of the Nether Sea Venerable echoed atop Qi Blue Mountain.

This voice... carried a hint of nervousness, and a trace of trembling.

But previously, when facing the Holy Emperor’s fury and pressure, it had completely dissipated.

Though he was in the Yang God Seventh Realm.

Yet this cultivation was simply not enough in the presence of the Holy Emperor.

The Holy Emperor had been the strongest for many years.

Just a single dharma aspect had shattered all his techniques.

The gap in power between the two was too vast; the saying "an elder brother is like a father" perhaps resembled this... Over the two hundred years at the Great Ape Mountain, the Holy Emperor had always been, for the Nether Sea, the sternest "father."

"..."

However, this call of "Big Brother" was met with no response.

The towering dharma aspect standing at the mountaintop did not acknowledge the Nether Sea, merely casting an indifferent glance before slowly dispersing. This dharma aspect didn’t last long, only for a dozen breaths, but it was already enough to intimidate everyone.

"The Holy Emperor is still alive?"

The Silver Moon Great Venerable looked tense.

He stared at the dissipating golden light, his eyes shifting uncertainly.

"Alive... the Holy Emperor must still be alive!"

Master Ni Yu gritted her teeth; she felt immense oppression from this dharma aspect.

To have cultivated to this point.

Leaving a trace of bloodline imprint for future descendants isn’t unheard of.

But the power engraved in this dharma aspect would gradually fade with time. If the Holy Emperor were dead... this dharma aspect couldn’t possibly wield such absolute strength!

"Uncle."

The Saint Prince stood proudly, coldly gazing at the towering figure before him: "It’s a good thing you want to hold a birthday feast for Father; I won’t stop you. But a celebration is one thing, and those ulterior motives are better kept in check... Everything you’ve done has been watched by Fighting Holy Peak."

"..."

The Nether Sea Venerable was silent again.

This time.

He withdrew his previous majesty, no longer exerting pressure in front of this "good nephew."

He only gazed at the spot where the Holy Emperor’s dharma aspect had dissipated, silent for a long time.

After finishing speaking, the Saint Prince ascended into the sky.

His purpose in coming this time was very simple...

The Nether Sea Venerable held a feast at Qi Blue Mountain; his appearance would inevitably cause conflict.

At that time, it would naturally draw out the dharma aspect!

Once the dharma aspect appeared.

The recent speculation, doubt, and rumors about the Holy Emperor... would all be dispelled effortlessly!

"Everyone, please excuse me."

After the Saint Prince departed, the Nether Sea Venerable sat alone in a daze for a moment. The banquet was nearing its end... The responses he wished to see had already been clear in the confrontation with the Saint Prince, and not long after, he hurriedly took his leave.

Qi Blue Mountain returned to its tranquility.

"The assassination failed..."

Ao Ying lowered her voice, cautiously asking, "Is this considered bad news?"

This night’s banquet was more spectacular than expected.

She had been observing Xie Xuanyi’s expression, once thinking Xie Xuanyi was about to draw his sword!

"It’s good news."

Xie Xuanyi shook his head, speaking very earnestly.

In his view, the Saint Prince’s appearance was crucial!

If not for the Saint Prince...

After True Monarch Miaofa lifted the curtain, he truly would have unleashed his flying sword, and once that sword was sent out, it would be irreparable afterwards.

If the one showing up tonight was the real "Nether Sea Venerable," it would have been fine.

But Xie Xuanyi’s Heart Lake always sensed something amiss.

Beneath the guise of the Nether Sea’s Yang God Seventh Realm cultivation, there seemed to be hidden secrets.

"The Holy Emperor... is he still alive?"

Ao Ying asked the second question.

"Hard to say."

Xie Xuanyi still shook his head.

Regarding this question, different people had different opinions.

He felt the majestic power of that dharma aspect... purely from divine power, during the brief moment the dharma aspect appeared, the strength it possessed was not inferior to any Yang God Seventh Realm strong person.

But this wasn’t enough to prove the Holy Emperor was still alive.

"The appearance of the dharma aspect seemed like a blinding technique."

Cui Zhen took over the conversation, speaking solemnly: "If the Holy Emperor were still alive, the best solution would be to appear personally at Fighting Holy Peak. As long as the true body reveals itself, even for a moment... it would suffice to dispel all doubts..."

"That’s true."

Ao Ying nodded, deeply agreeing.

Cui Zhen made sense.

"It’s just a pity the two didn’t keep fighting."

Cui Zhen chuckled lightly, sarcastically saying: "The Nether Sea is truly cowardly... The Holy Emperor only summoned a dharma aspect, things already escalated to this point, what room is there for maneuvering? Better to show some influence and have a good fight. If it truly draws out the true body in seclusion at Fighting Holy Peak, it’s not too late to bow then."

He had his demon sword in hand, ready to draw at any moment.

The show had started; it’s just a pity...

The Nether Sea couldn’t hold on till the end.

This grand banquet at Qi Blue Mountain ended just like that.

Netherworld Third Young Master watched his father’s departure, looking tense, hastily following after.

Crash!

The group of great demons from Heavenly Phoenix Palace rose, casting their gaze towards Venerable Yuan Huo.

"..."

Yuan Huo looked down, drinking, remaining unmoved.

He didn’t need to look to know what kind of looks were being thrown his way.

No matter.

He had already thought of countermeasures.

Since Qilin Miaofa True Monarch was covering for him, it would be a waste not to leverage this influence.

Venerable Yuan Huo confidently sat at the banquet table, drinking cup after cup.

As long as True Monarch Miaofa didn’t leave, the old thief Heavenly Phoenix could do nothing to him.

"That bastard..."

Venerable Heavenly Phoenix naturally didn’t want to just let things go.

He was eager to immediately bring Venerable Yuan Huo to justice.

It’s just a pity...

Qilin Miaofa True Monarch hadn’t left.

After such a scene, the True Monarch stood in the grand hall, holding a golden box, seemingly pondering something, showing no intention of leaving.

It wasn’t clear whether the decision was made to protect Yuan Huo or for other reasons.

After forcibly waiting for a while.

Venerable Heavenly Phoenix decided to settle matters another day, suppressing his anger, and leaving with his disciples.

Qi Blue Mountain became quiet again.

"Phew..."

Venerable Yuan Huo finally exhaled, stood up, dusted himself off, and called out, "Junior Brother... let’s go."

No response.

"Hmm?"

Venerable Yuan Huo paused for a moment, looking towards his junior brother.

Only to see.

At this moment, Xie Xuanyi, sitting in his wheelchair, like a statue, frowned deeply, gazing at the grand hall.

It was at the position where Qilin Miaofa True Monarch stood.

The conversation between Cui Zhen and Ao Ying echoed repeatedly in Xie Xuanyi’s mind.

["The appearance of the dharma aspect seemed like a blinding technique."]

["As long as the true body reveals itself, even for a moment... it would suffice to dispel all doubts..."]

This was Cui Zhen’s opinion on the Holy Emperor’s life and death.

This inadvertent remark awakened Xie Xuanyi.

Xie Xuanyi thought of a possibility.

He stared at the highest seat in the hall, where the Nether Sea Venerable had sat enthroned.

Dharma aspect... true body... blinding technique...

"Shadow."

After a long time.

Xie Xuanyi suddenly spoke, with great certainty.

"The one hosting tonight’s feast wasn’t the Nether Sea..."

"It was a shadow."

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