Legend of Swordsman

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

When Jian Wushuang reappeared, he had already reached the outermost edge of the battlefield.

Several Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortals who had been hiding at the edge had no time to react and were decapitated by Jian Wushuang’s sword. The speed at which he moved was beyond belief.

The main reason he could do this effortlessly was that these Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortals in their corpse battle armor had no defenses whatsoever. Their conscious awareness had relaxed due to their battle with Xiang Bingyun, thinking that as long as Xiang Bingyun was present, even if they were suppressed by the One Thought Universe, it wouldn’t affect them significantly. Moreover, these Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortals’ corpses were all on the outskirts and could leave the range of One Thought Universe at any time.

Jian Wushuang slowly released the young Monk in his hand, his gaze fixed on the enraged Xiang Bingyun in the distance. He said calmly, “I don’t know why you’ve been resurrected, and I’m not clear on your intentions. But since you insist on pushing me to my limits, don’t blame me for not being polite.”

“Killing so many of my subordinates with a wave of your hand, you’re really quite polite.”

Although the army of corpses seemed almost endless, the gray-white ancient land had already been emptied of most of its inhabitants. Only about a third remained, mostly battle armor comparable to Grand Yan Immortals, with very few having consciousness and power reaching the third stage. Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal-level corpses were extremely rare, and Jian Wushuang casually killed several of them. Even Xiang Bingyun felt a bit distressed.

He hadn’t been heavily involved in the plan back then, as the core figures were the Emperors who controlled it. But since all the corpse armies had been revived, these people must still have their uses. Losing too many of them would be difficult to explain to their superiors.

“They weren’t supposed to exist in the first place. This can hardly be called slaughter; on the contrary, he should be thankful to me!”

A cold smile played at the corner of Jian Wushuang’s mouth as he continued, “Your strength is at least that of a Perfected Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal. Do you really not know why these people died? Do you think it’s because Zhen Wuyang was intentionally suppressing them ruthlessly?” He did not hold back and asked loudly!

In the Ancient Era, there were many Grand Yan Immortals, and half of them were under the tutelage of the five Emperors. These Grand Yan Immortals could distinguish between closeness and distance.

If they were third or even fourth-generation disciples, would they really have risked their lives to resist Zhen Wuyang for the sake of those Emperors?

Even if this half of the Grand Yan Immortals had sworn unwavering loyalty, fearless and unyielding, the number of Grand Yan Immortals who had turned into corpses in the Great Desolate Wilderness was not just half of those from Ancient Era.

According to his estimation, if these corpses were once Grand Yan Immortals before their demise, then almost all the Grand Yan Immortals from ancient times had been killed by Zhen Wuyang.

Clearly, he had gained control of the Great Si Region, and what Zhen Wuyang wanted to eliminate were those Emperors. As for the Grand Yan Immortals, he killed them as a matter of course, but there was no need to kill almost 90 percent of the Grand Yan Immortals in the Great Si Region.

There must be something fishy about this!

The strength of their Yan power could explain the problem—when the corpses revived, their Yan power erupted.

These Grand Yan Immortals were very likely forced to die back then, and the mastermind behind it all probably did it for the Yan power within their bodies.

Jian Wushuang furrowed his brows slightly; he was afraid to imagine it.

The deaths of countless Grand Yan Immortals had revived the Great Desolate Wilderness and created a Dao comparable to that of a middle-grade world.

At this moment, the Dao was extremely weak, and anyone with the strength of an Emperor could completely control it. When that happened, they would directly step into becoming the controller of this Great Desolate Wilderness.

These corpses of the Grand Yan Immortals were all pawns, and even those Emperors saw themselves as pawns. If any mistakes occurred in the middle, they would truly fall.

When the Great Desolate Wilderness was resurrected, it would ironically benefit Zhen Wuyang and the Emperors of the Heaven -Reaching Buddhist Realm.

Now that the terrifying presence had resurrected and the grand plan had succeeded, he would never allow him to leave.

Jian Wushuang’s eyes shimmered with understanding, and if he truly wanted to escape from this place, he had no choice but to take a gamble.

Since the corpses had revived, they held value for him. If he could mass-exterminate these corpses, that formidable presence would surely be infuriated.

“Hu Qing, is your purpose in the Great Si Region to guide and convert the Grand Yan Immortals?”

The sudden question made the young novice monk, Huiqing, pause for a moment, and then he nodded heavily!

“I and my master were disciples of the Heaven-Reaching Lord Buddha. The Buddha instructed us to spread the teachings in the Great Si Region,” the young samanera, without any hidden agenda, spoke openly after all his fellow Monks had passed away.

Jian Wushuang chuckled and patted the young Monk’s head gently. “You’ve had a busy day today.”

“Busy? Could the benefactor please enlighten me?” The young Monk was momentarily confused.

Even though they had reached the edge of the army of corpses, the formidable cultivator in green armor showed no intention of sparing them.

“I will send these corpses to meet the Buddha later. Could you please help them with their salvation for now?” Jian Wushuang’s voice was loud, and even Xiang Binyun, who stood in the distance, heard it.

If someone else had said this, he would have scoffed. However, the strange power displayed by Jian Wushuang now made him extremely vigilant. Especially the One Thought Universe technique—He couldn’t fathom its weaknesses, even though its effect was similar to his domain. The internal energy it operated on was extremely terrifying.

A mere million miles in diameter could rival a fully Perfected Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal. Moreover, the constant mental pressure made him restless and even gave him thoughts of retreat.

“All of you, obey my command and withdraw from this domain!” Xiang Binyun raised a bronze token in his hand, and his voice rang out like a bell.

The hundreds of thousands of corpses within a million-mile radius all looked toward Xiang Binyun. In just a moment, they began to evacuate in an orderly manner, rushing toward the outside world.

The One Thought Universe technique was at its limit when Jian Wushuang could only control the central origin. It could only be considered a semi-finished product at present.

This small universe couldn’t truly be called a universe yet; at best, it was a

prototype!

To create a true One Thought Universe, according to Jian Wushuang’s estimation, the levels of mental power and thought power required would be inconceivable. Once the universe formed, it could even be maintained permanently. Even if the caster perished, it would still endure.

Back when he was in the starry sky, he had wondered if those universes had been created by some powerful beings.

Now, as he tried to cast the One-Thought Universe, he finally understood that creating a universe was exponentially more difficult than controlling one. Even this small-scale universe, when entrusted to an ordinary cultivator, would pose a significant challenge, solely due to the disparities in Thought and Heart power.

His Heart power was relatively manageable, as the Heaven-Reaching Buddhist Realm could still produce a few experts in that area.

However, Thought power, this elusive and variable force, varied greatly among individuals. Some people’s Thought power could manipulate objects from a distance, akin to powerful Yan Immortals. However, when it came to creating a universe or condensing a world through thought power alone, the gap was insurmountable.

Nonetheless, Jian Wushuang could now cast a microcosm of a million miles in size, with the added power of the Yan Immortals within. To reach this point, his thought power was far beyond the norm for Emperors..