Legend of Swordsman

Although the Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal’s battle armor couldn’t die so easily, Jian Wushuang’s Sword Principle was at least able to severely damage it.

Jian Wushuang slowly ascended into the void, his gaze following the fallen form of the battle armor.

The road of Immortal bones was severely damaged, with one crater reaching an unfathomable depth, so deep that not even Jian Wushuang could see what was inside.

As the road of Immortal bones stopped trembling, everything returned to silence.

”It can’t be, is he really dead?” Jian Wushuang was still somewhat unwilling to believe it as he slowly approached the crater.

However, the next moment, the void suddenly became thick and solid, as if it had turned into a solid substance.

He was startled, but his body could no longer move, as if he were entangled in a million strands of fate energy, rendering him completely immobile.

Then, black smoke quietly rose from the crater, obscuring the sky.

Accompanying the black smoke was a figure towering to a height of tens of millions of feet.

A pair of True Eyes were like two blood-red suns in the sky, filled with unending hatred and resentment.

”You despicable Yan Immortal, today, you will die in place of Zhen Wuyang!” The battle armor roared and then rose from the abyss, slashing a sword at Jian Wushuang.

This strike was filled with determination and a deadly aura.

Jian Wushuang, trapped in place, couldn’t dodge it and could only watch as this sword fell upon his Immortal body.

Splurt—

Divine blood gushed out, and the Mystic Garb of the Nine Heavens radiated the most dazzling azure light, protecting his Immortal body from being severed.

However, this was the full-force strike of the Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal. Even though it did not cleave Jian Wushuang into two, it shattered his meridians inch by inch, reducing him to dust.

The Mystic Garb of the Nine Heavens dimmed, and Jian Wushuang was like a dying sun, falling rapidly.

The boundary barrier had stood for countless ages in the vast wilderness, enduring numerous ravages, but it still remained unyielding.

Jian Wushuang, falling like a colossal sun and stars, violently collided with the boundary barrier.

The boundary barrier was truly vast and expansive, beyond comparison even if a million Heavenly Region were combined.

Naturally, Jian Wushuang’s impact on the boundary barrier caused only minimal ripples.

With a resounding crash, a trace appeared on the boundary barrier, and the now unconscious Jian Wushuang landed beneath it, precisely in the center of the boundary barrier’s crack.

Surrounded by dragon-like lightning, the suit of dark smoke armor’s figure slowly rose, heading towards the boundary barrier.

He arrived at the crack in the boundary barrier, looking at Jian Wushuang, whose Immortal body had not shattered, and felt a sense of puzzlement.

But quickly, he raised his arm, and an endless gust of wind carried Jian Wushuang, blowing him beyond the boundary barrier into the boundless wasteland.

Inside the boundary barrier lay the domain of the Great Si Region, while beyond the boundary was the Great Desolate Wilderness.

Even a wavering Grand Immortal like Jian Wushuang would lose their way in the wilderness!

It was a true forbidden land, untouched by any Yan Immortal, except for certain specific beings.

The unconscious Jian Wushuang had no awareness of his current location as he lay still in the thick dust.

The figure in the armor let out a deep, mournful roar, seemingly venting ancient grudges.

He looked up, gazing closely at the majestic boundary barrier, as if trying to identify where he was.

”Where is this place, and why am I here? Has my Heavenly Court truly been shattered?” His voice, like an echo from antiquity, was filled with sorrow, and his belligerence had vanished completely.

The battle armor’s figure was no longer as terrifying as before, and there was only confusion left in its eyes, wandering aimlessly on this road of Immortal bones.

On the other side, Jian Wushuang, who had already fallen unconscious outside the boundary barrier in the Great Desolate Wilderness, was now gently cradled by a pair of hands.

”Master, look here, there’s actually a Yan Immortal in the Great Desolate Wilderness.”

A still youthful voice rang out in the thick dust.

Immediately, a deep but dignified voice resounded, ”Quickly, dispose of it. It must be a corpse that has long been lost here.”

”No, Master, he’s still alive. I can hear his heartbeat.”

”What? He’s still alive? How is that possible?”

With the clamor of voices, a total of six figures resembling golden Monks emerged from the dust.

These six figures, all dressed in simple Monk robes, exuded an air of authority even when not angered.

At the center of these six figures, there was a young novice monk with rosy lips and white teeth, and a hint of liveliness between his brows. Young novice Bhuddist practitioners like him are also known as ’samanera’ or ’shami’.

At this moment, the young samanera’s face was full of anxiety as he used his thin arms to cradle a figure covered in bloody wounds, paying no mind to the blood that soaked his Monk’s robes.

”Master, please save him quickly. I feel like he can still be saved,” the young samanera implored, looking at the group of figures with a worried expression.

The six Monk-like figures exchanged glances, all wearing troubled expressions.

They had ventured into the Great Desolate Wilderness, overcoming countless dangers along the way. Now, after enduring myriad hardships to emerge from the Great Desolate Wilderness, they encountered such a strange situation and had to be cautious.

Among these figures, an older and more composed Monk furrowed his brow slightly, seemingly hesitating.

No Yan Immortal, let alone a Grand Yan Immortal, could survive such severe injuries in the Great Desolate Wilderness. Moreover, it appeared that this young Yan Immortal, who had fallen unconscious, had just experienced a life-and-death battle, making him a potential source of danger.

Various concerns made the Monks hesitate.

At this moment, the young samanera grew impatient. ”Didn’t you all always talk about devoting yourselves to goodness? Why are you hesitating now?”

”Devoting ourselves to goodness also depends on the situation, Huqing. You’re still young and don’t understand these matters,” one of the Monks with a rugged appearance and thick eyebrows said.

”I’m not young. I’ve already listened to the scriptures for 30 million years under the mulberry tree,” the young samanera argued in frustration. ”Master, your actions are not right. Clearly, you have the ability to save him, so why not do it? Just because we don’t know him?”

The older and more composed Monk, who had remained silent until now, spoke with a hint of helplessness, ”Alright, Hu Qing, calm down. We will help.”

The young samanera quickly nodded and said, ”Thank you, Master.”

After deciding to lend a helping hand, the six Monks gathered together.

The young samanera quickly lifted the still unconscious Jian Wushuang and placed him in front of the six Monks.

They exchanged glances and then acted together.

Radiant auras, brimming with boundless fate energy, appeared one after another, enveloping Jian Wushuang.

Obscure and incomprehensible inscriptions began to appear and slowly rotate.