Legend of Swordsman

He hadn’t even reached the mid-tier or mid-stream spacetimes yet and was already thinking about how to divide the territories.

“Other things can wait, but this matter must be addressed quickly. You don’t know this, but Qishen Temple is nearly out of resources. Once someone becomes a Universe Master, they can no longer exchange treasures at Qishen Temple. Now we can only train some Dao Lords and Emperors!” Zhen Ling sighed and shook his head. “All these years, we’ve relied on Wu Zuo and Hu Qing to sustain us by scouring secret realms for treasures to fill the gaps at Qishen Temple. If I didn’t have to oversee the low-tier spacetimes, I would have gone myself.”

Zhen Ling made himself seem extremely pitiful.

Like a lonely, elderly man who had no choice but to risk his life.

Even though Jian Wushuang knew Zhen Ling was putting on a show for him, he couldn’t help but pat Zhen Ling on the shoulder and comfort him, “Don’t worry, as long as I’m here!”

After comforting Zhen Ling, Jian Wushuang immediately set off.

Currently, there were few strong individuals in the low-tier spacetimes; most had moved to the mid-tier spacetimes’s Qishen Temple.

What Zhen Ling said about only training Dao Lords and Emperors was not entirely true.

Universe Masters were unwilling to stay in the low-tier spacetimes and naturally did not need to remain at Qishen Temple.

Even if they wanted to train others, they wouldn’t look favorably upon them!

“Sigh!” Jian Wushuang could only sigh helplessly.

Zhen Ling still liked to play the victim.

There was no change from before.

“Babata!” After leaving Qishen Temple, a brand-new pyramid appeared in front of him.

Unfortunately, this pyramid had speed but no defense or attack capabilities.

Even so, Babata had paid a high price to refine it.

This new pyramid flying boat could reach cosmic-level speeds, powered by Jian Wushuang’s divine power.

This time, he could use it confidently.

A single injection of divine power was enough to make the pyramid circle the entire Northern Spacetime.

And it was incredibly fast.

Traveling to the mid-tier spacetimes, which used to take an era, now only took three years.

Taking advantage of this time, he looked into the current situation.

The upper-tier spacetimes was occupied by three major eternal forces.

Then there was the Ancient Moon Sect.

The other Spacetimes were still fragmented, but if attacked rashly, even sand would form a tower.

They couldn’t be underestimated.

He could only consider the Fallen Soul Spacetime.

As for the forces in the mid-tier spacetimes, he didn’t take them seriously.

He had told the Abyssal Lord before that coming to the mid-tier spacetimes again would be different.

Buzz!

The pyramid shuttled through spacetime, heading to the mid-tier spacetimes at the fastest speed.

Along the way, he saw many warships, all heading to the mid-tier spacetimes.

Few were coming from the mid-tier spacetimes to the low-tier spacetimes.

Most were returning to move their clans to the mid-tier spacetimes.

The low-tier spacetimes wasn’t unsuitable for Universe Masters to cultivate, just that it couldn’t accommodate too many.

Dao Lords and Emperors were not affected.

Originally, he planned to move the entire Qishen Temple to the upper-tier spacetimes, but then he thought it would be better to leave a branch temple to train Dao Lords and Emperors.

Universe Masters below the Fifth Tribulation realm would stay in the mid-tier spacetimes, with some Seventh Tribulation masters guarding it.

The remaining Universe Masters would move to the upper-tier spacetimes.

Resources should be used where they were needed most.

Layer by layer, they advanced.

There was no need for a sudden transition that would break their established foundation.

The upper-tier spacetimes might not have enough territory to train Dao Lords and Emperors.

It wasn’t as vast as the low-tier spacetimes, which allowed for unlimited selection of elites!

Anyway, no one would compete for the low-tier spacetimes.

This way, Qishen Temple’s legacy could continue indefinitely.

Now it seemed like they were already on the ninth generation of inheritors.

Each generation was stronger than the last.

Eighth Tribulation Universe Masters were now in groups.

Sooner or later, they would surpass those eternal forces.

For now, they needed to slowly expand their territory.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye.

The pyramid arrived at the Abyssal Spacetime.

At this time, outside the Abyssal Spacetime, there were various battle formations and countless strong individuals guarding it.

They were all preparing for the powerhouses of Qishen Temple.

Not everyone in the mid-tier spacetimes liked to align with Qishen Temple. Some still resisted and sought refuge in the Abyssal Spacetime, giving the Abyssal Spacetime a chance to contend with Qishen Temple.

After today, that chance would be gone.

Jian Wushuang stepped out of the pyramid.

When this pyramid, which had once terrified the mid-tier spacetimes, reappeared, few recognized it.

After all, millions of eras had passed.

But some sharp-eyed individuals still recognized it.

The pyramid!

Jian Wushuang!

“It’s over!”

They knew who had arrived.

Jian Wushuang slowly raised his hand, looking at the spacetime restrictions, and casually tore them apart, directly ripping the formation to shreds.

The entire formation was torn to pieces by him.

However, he did not harm the cultivators.

He only destroyed the formation.

Even though this formation couldn’t stop him.

It was just a show of force.

Swoosh!!!!

With the formation destroyed, several super strong individuals from the Abyssal Spacetime appeared.

Leading them was the Abyssal Lord.

The current Abyssal Lord had already reached the peak of the Eighth Tribulation, but he lacked the confidence to pass the Ninth Tribulation.

His own combat power had reached twenty million.

Therefore, he dared to take the lead.

He dared to compete with Qishen Temple.

Under his command were several Universe Masters with divine power of 15 million.

In terms of combat power, they were almost on par with Qishen Temple, only losing to Hu Qing.

But now Jian Wushuang had appeared!

The Abyssal Lord knew that the person in front of him was not as easygoing as that bald monk, so his expression softened and he revealed a smile.

“So it’s Daoist Wushuang. It’s been many years since we last met. When did you come out of seclusion?”

Seeing that the other party wanted to catch up with him, Jian Wushuang was in no hurry. He calmly replied, “I just came out of seclusion. Hearing that the Abyssal Lord’s strength has grown, I couldn’t wait to spar with you!”

Spar!

The current Abyssal Lord indeed had this thought.

He had reached a level comparable to the Ninth Tribulations Realm, with basic divine power of twenty million. By using divine power secret techniques and Origin Source Dao Arena, his power exceeded 25 million.

With his current vision, he could see that Jian Wushuang was still a Universe Master of the Seventh Tribulation.

He couldn’t believe that Jian Wushuang was truly as powerful as the rumors said.

“Please enlighten me!” The Abyssal Lord wasted no words, waving his hand for the people behind him to retreat.

Buzz!

The Abyssal Lord erupted first, his divine power directly surpassing twenty million.

Jian Wushuang remained unmoved, only raising his hand calmly and saying, “Moluotime, Jian Wushuang seeks your guidance!”

As soon as he finished speaking, with just a glance, he pierced through the Abyssal Lord’s weak spot.

An extreme Origin Source and powerful divine power burst forth instantly.

In his peak state, Jian Wushuang flashed to the Abyssal Lord’s front in an instant, shattering the opponent’s divine body with a single punch, along with the collapse of his Origin Source Dao Arena.

“You…” The Abyssal Lord’s expression was filled with a mix of emotions, disbelief, reluctance, confusion, fear, and dread.

A Universe Master of the Seventh Tribulation broke through his divine body and Origin Source Dao Arena with a single punch.

Defeated!

Completely defeated.

He had originally thought that if it wasn’t a crushing defeat, he could still hold on.

But ever since hearing Jian Wushuang mention Moluotime, he had completely lost.

Lost to a successor of a middle-level spacetime.

Chapter 6125, they were all his own people!

Qishen was originally a powerhouse of the middle-level spacetime, something the Abyssal Lord knew.

Jian Wushuang could be considered a disciple of Qishen.

Naturally, he could represent Moro Spacetime.

“Abyssal brother!” Jian Wushuang withdrew his divine power, condensing a ball of life force and handing it to the other party.

This was sincerity.