Remould the Glory of Sword Art

"Do you think tonight’s Nether Sea... is a shadow?"

Returning to the courtyard.

Cui Zhen closed the door directly, asking this question that had been on his mind all the way.

After the grand banquet at the Nether Sea.

Xie Xuanyi stared at the great hall for a long time, finally murmuring the word ’shadow’ in a very light voice.

Yuan Huo was puzzled, full of confusion.

He hadn’t clearly heard what Xie Xuanyi was saying, and even if he had, he wouldn’t understand the significance of these words... But Cui Zhen wasn’t Yuan Huo; he not only heard it clearly but also realized the seriousness of the issue.

"Yes."

Xie Xuanyi sat in the wheelchair and calmly turned around: "The one appearing tonight... was not the true Nether Sea at all."

The Nether Sea Venerable had been in seclusion meditation within the grotto for years.

Attempting to gather people’s hearts.

The Nether Sea had countless ways to achieve this, with no need to show up personally. But... if the Nether Sea had a substitute, then it was a different matter altogether.

"Although I feel something is amiss too."

Cui Zhen frowned: "But... where’s the evidence? You can’t just guess, can you?"

He knew.

Xie Xuanyi’s Heart Lake Sensing was exceptional, but this was not something to be casually mentioned.

"The evidence... is the Holy Emperor’s dharma aspect."

Xie Xuanyi chuckled softly.

"You mean..."

Ao Ying followed Xie Xuanyi’s line of thought, speaking while pondering: "If the Nether Sea Venerable were personally present, he should directly take action... the conflict with the Saint Prince is already on the surface. If he could display power before the whole world, overshadowing the Holy Emperor’s dharma aspect, then he would only gain more followers."

The Demon Country revered strong individuals.

The Holy Emperor is old...

The Great Ape Mountain needs a new leader.

This new leader should naturally have the stronger the power, the better. If the Nether Sea can demonstrate sufficient strength to befit the Holy Emperor, then the great demons of the Great Saint Mountain would spare no effort to put him on the throne.

"What a joke!"

Cui Zhen shook his head hearing this: "The gap between these two is vast... even the Holy Emperor’s dharma aspect isn’t something so easily suppressed."

He didn’t see this as adequate evidence.

"The Holy Emperor’s dharma aspect is a blinding technique."

Xie Xuanyi also shook his head and directly exposed: "The banquet set by the Nether Sea... is also."

"Blinding technique?"

Ao Ying was stunned for a moment.

"For the Nether Sea, the true enemy was never the Saint Prince."

Xie Xuanyi spoke in a deep voice: "Though the Saint Prince is formidable, he is too young. Even if promoted to Yang God, he couldn’t be his opponent. He needs only consider whether one person is willing if he wants to ’seize power’..."

"That person is the Holy Emperor."

Ao Ying murmured.

"Correct."

Xie Xuanyi nodded: "For so many years, Fighting Holy Peak has strictly forbidden outsiders from entering. Besides the Saint Prince, no one has been able to step into that forbidden land... even the Nether Sea dare not overstep. Hence, tonight’s banquet, the ’big fish’ he truly wanted to net wasn’t True Monarch Miaofa or the Heavenly Phoenix Palace, but... the Saint Prince."

"Was tonight’s conflict something the Nether Sea wished to see?"

Cui Zhen’s pupils slightly contracted, faintly grasping Xie Xuanyi’s meaning.

"Yes..."

Xie Xuanyi lowered his voice: "The Nether Sea’s goal is solely to test the life and death of the ’Holy Emperor’."

If the Holy Emperor is alive.

This longevity banquet would be a stage of camaraderie, harmonious coexistence, and naturally, to seize power, one would have to wait a few more years.

If the Holy Emperor has already passed.

Then there’s nothing to hesitate over; with the Nether Sea’s strength, he could gather forces, assemble followers, and with a single hand cover the heavens.

"But this banquet tonight... shouldn’t count as successful, right?"

Ao Ying held his chin, puzzled: "With the release of this dharma aspect, many at the Great Saint Mountain would stand by the Saint Prince."

"Actually, it’s already been tested."

Xie Xuanyi sighed softly.

"As the leader of the Great Ape Mountain, there are things the Holy Emperor cannot tolerate..."

"If he’s still alive."

"Such filthy, dirty existence as a shadow... how could it escape the Holy Emperor’s eyes?"

In this game of the Nether Sea, the most critical move is to sacrifice ’himself.’

He let the shadow set the banquet for him.

Then let the shadow meet the brother for him.

If the brother gets angry and the true body appears, then the one to bear the anger... isn’t himself, but the shadow.

But tonight everything was peaceful.

That dharma aspect only broke the great array on the mountain peak.

For the Nether Sea, this meeting has yielded the answer he wanted!

"..."

Cui Zhen’s expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

He grasped the Demon Sword and looked afar into the Third Realm. If the Nether Sea has colluded with the shadow to such an extent, then this assassination attempt is likely harder than the Sun Erosion. Alone, the shadow absorbing spiritual energy within the Pocket World already possesses the Yang God Seventh Layer Heaven cultivation.

Then the Nether Sea must have reached the Eighth Heaven?

This guy likely broke through before the Sun Erosion to hide his ambition, choosing to keep a low profile, not showcasing his cultivation to outsiders.

"Three days from now is the great birthday."

Xie Xuanyi rubbed his brow.

Facing such a situation, he too found it quite troublesome.

Currently stuck at the Peak of the Fourth Heaven, only a step away from promotion.

Logically speaking.

He, this Harmonizer, should be able to fight across two major realms within the Yang God Realm...

But even if promoted to the fifth realm now, it’s highly unlikely he would be a match for the Nether Sea’s true body.

The position at his chest began to faintly ache, the Karmic Fire left by the Great Palace Master continued to burn silently. After the battle at Broken Buddha Cliff, the Karmic Fire halved in size... but the remaining half was exceedingly stubborn, almost impossible to dissolve.

Even employing the Primordial Immortal Technique only slightly alleviated the symptoms.

"You, me, Qilin, together with the Saint Prince..."

Cui Zhen spoke in a deep voice: "Is there any chance for victory?"