Legend of Swordsman

The Four Great Secret Realms varied in size, and the God’s Tomb, visible to the naked eye, was much larger than the other three secret realms combined.

Even with the speed of a tier 6 Emperor, without teleportation arrays, finding the Grave God Mountain was not a simple task. Many had perished midway without locating the Grave God Mountain.

Jian Wushuang was quite familiar with Yang Sanmu, who was seemingly tough but soft-hearted. On the surface, he appeared to have the heart to kill Nie Yuan, but in reality, he gave the latter hope, allowing him to have a renewed pursuit.

Without exchanging words, Jian Wushuang and Elder Jiu Jian enjoyed their conversation.

“Dao Friend Wushuang, if you hold me in esteem, just call me Dao Friend. The title ‘Elder’ is but an empty formality.” Elder Jiu Jian raised his wine cup and drank it down.

Jian Wushuang was also a straightforward person. He quickly finished his drink, and the two were on the verge of kneeling down to become sworn brothers.

“Dao Friend Wushuang, take a look; the tide is rising!” Elder Jiu Jian put down his cup and pointed to the lake.

Indeed, a ripple containing the essence of heaven and earth gradually rose, shining alongside the sun and moon.

Buzz!

The sound of horns resonated, marking the official beginning of the Tideviewing Pavilion.

The tide started from the foot of the mountain, extending all the way to the Tideviewing Pavilion on the mountainside.

The scene was spectacular!

Upon witnessing this, Jian Wushuangs expression changed slightly. Elder Jiu Jian thought it was because Jian Wushuang had never seen such a scene and was impressed. He felt a sense of pride in his heart; even those who came from the Grave God Mountain were amazed. After entering the Shangqing Palace, their reputation would surely rise to a new level.

Previously known only in the Northern Region, they would undoubtedly become a super sect, gaining fame throughout the four great secret realms.

Jian Wushuang was taken aback, not because of the grand spectacle before him, but rather due to the rolling tide’s connection to the origin he had absorbed outside Qiuhuang City.

According to Qiuhuang, that origin belonged to a female sword immortal who left it behind after shattering Qiuhuang City with a single stroke.

From the essence of that Sword Immortal, Jian Wushuang had witnessed the scene of that decisive strike—a scene remarkably similar to the current tidal surge.

Sword Qi surged, sweeping across the heavens and the earth.

The image of that moment was etched in his memory forever.

“Could it be that the Sword Immortal has a connection to Shangqing Palace?!”

Jian Wushuang immediately contacted the old man with sheep horns through a mind transmission, inquiring about the female sword immortal who

devastated Qunuang City.

“Are you talking about Yun Jianxian? She belongs to the oldest group of powerful individuals, terrifyingly strong and can be considered the number one under the Divine Masters. I haven’t had much interaction with her; I don’t know much,” the old man with goat horns responded with some surprise at Jian Wushuangs inquiry about Yun Jianxian.

Could it be that this youngster has inherited the legacy of Yun Jianxian?

That possibility existed.

When he entered the Qishen Temple, the entire Qishen lineage began to decline.

The creation of the Four Temples and the construction of the Qishen Temple itself.

Yun Jianxian, once glorious, was undoubtedly the strongest among the Emperors under the Qishen’s command. Her life was marked by warfare, a cool and solitary demeanor, never forming alliances.

The only relatively close relationship she had was with a puppet created by the Qishen, namely Lord Zhu Yi.

Before her fall, she bestowed her entire life’s collection to Lord Zhu Yi. Jian Wushuang indeed had the chance of inheriting Yun Jianxian’s legacy.

“Yun Jianxian!” Jian Wushuang deeply engraved that name into his memory.

As the Tideviewing Pavilion commenced, the Mistress of Shangqing Palace made a personal appearance.

Many people stood up respectfully to pay their respects.

As the current Sword Sovereign, her strength might not have been among the absolute top, but her reputation was exceptionally high, even surpassing the Shangqing Patriarch.

She treated the wandering cultivators exceptionally well, and as a result, Shangqing Palace’s reputation was extremely high among them.

Especially for sword cultivators, Shangqing Palace provided them with the opportunity to observe the tides, which was a great favor.

“Everyone, the tide-watching is starting. No need to be constrained; please take your seats!”

The Palace Master of Shangqing, dressed in a simple green robe with only a simple wooden hairpin holding his hair, was very plain.

On his table, there was only a teapot, no alcoholic drinks or fruits.

Once again, everyone took their seats and began watching the tide, seeking enlightenment in the way of the sword.

The old man with sheep horns and the Palace Master of Shangqing sat next to each other, chatting casually.

It seemed thev didn’t know each other.

They talked about matters related to the Lie Huo Venerable or perhaps discussed things about the Elder Palace.

The other person was a tier 6 Emperor, and the head of a sect, acclaimed as the Sword Sovereign of the world. Though the old man with goat horns held a

high status, he didn’t dare to be disrespectful.

The tide gradually rose, and the sword intent within it became more intense.

This lake, where swords were washed year-round, had cleaned countless divine swords. The contained sword intent was extremely complex, allowing one to only comprehend a fraction of it.

Jian Wushuang watched carefully but found it challenging to start. In the end, he could only draw inspiration from one aspect and not linger too long.

He cultivated the Ultimate Sword Dao, seeking purity. The diverse Sword Intent in the lake didn’t suit him. He could only draw inspiration from a part of it and not delve too deeply.

The tide continued for an hour, finally reaching the mountainside. The Sword Intent was now at its peak, and many sword cultivators broke through, especially the Dao Lords, among whom quite a few achieved breakthroughs.

Many people came here because they faced bottlenecks and wanted to utilize the insights from the tide to break through their own origins.

Especially the wandering cultivators; their numbers among the breakthroughs were the highest.

The young girl sitting in the last row, Qing Luo, had a glint in her eyes. She had also broken through, successfully reaching the eighth layer of the Origin Source, stepping into the ninth layer, achieving perfection. Her combat strength naturally skyrocketed.

Wei Liang, the young master, was sweating profusely at this moment. Old Ge, standing by his side, had been guarding the surroundings and setting up barriers for him, but unfortunately, he still couldn’t make the breakthrough.

“Damn it, just a little bit more. Once I break through the origin source, I can completely perfect my cultivation and return to unify the Dao!” Wei Liang felt somewhat unwilling.

The sweat on his forehead evaporated, and his face looked unpleasant.

Old Ge, on the side, fearing changes in his state of mind, consoled him,

“Young Master, there’s still the Sword Tide. Don’t be disheartened!”

The sword intent contained in the tide wasn’t much, and it was too chaotic.

When the Shangqing Palace was established, this lake was just a small spring. The ancestor of the Shangqing Palace once washed his sword here, and later, after attaining Dao, he cultivated and developed this place.

The sword cultivators in the Shangqing Palace developed a habit of washing their swords here.

From ancient times to the present, countless epochs had passed.

The swords washed here could fill this entire lake.

It was through sword washing that the Tideviewing Pavilion was established.

As for the Sword Tide, all disciples of the Shangqing Palace released their Origin Power, controlled their swords to break through the air from the mountain top to the mountain bottom.

Even the Shangqing Ancestor would release a strand of golden sword, following the Sword Tide.

This was the most meaningful event within the Shangqing Palace, held once every epoch.

It served two purposes: attracting the geniuses of the Northern Region to witness the Sword Tide and publicizing the strength of the Shangqing Palace.

It was a means of displaying their power.

And precisely because of this, every year, numerous sword cultivators would rack their brains to enter the Shangqing Palace.

As midnight approached, the temperature in the entire Northern Region suddenly dropped.

The crescent moon hung high, and a strand of golden sword light lit up from the mountain top.

Hum!

“It’s the Sword Resonance!” Jian Wushuang whispered.

The cold wind was fierce, the golden sword light shining brilliantly, competing with the sun and moon. At the moment when the Sword Resonance occurred, the entire mountaintop illuminated..