Legend of Swordsman

“By the way, what are your plans next?” Lord Guangying asked.

“Next?”

After this event, Qishen Temple had firmly established its footing in the upper-tier spacetimes.

With the conquest of Duanya Spacetime, Qishen Temple only needed a little more development to seamlessly annex Fallen Soul Spacetime.

Out of the nine great spacetimes, taking two was significant.

Once Huiqing successfully underwent his Tribulation and reached the Ninth Tribulation, they could even establish an Eternal Realm.

By then, it might be time to leave.

Huiqing was pursuing the resurrection of Jiang Shang’s soul, while Jian Wushuang sought even greater strength in his path. There were also some powerful opponents to contend with.

“I plan to head to the upper-tier’s endpoint and then start my Tribulation!”

Hearing the mention of Tribulation, Lord Guangying recalled that Jian Wushuang was still in the Seventh Tribulation Realm. It was indeed time for him to undergo the Eighth Tribulation. Some of his peers were already preparing for the Ninth Tribulation.

Although Jian Wushuang’s pace seemed slow, no one doubted his strength.

“This is something Realm King asked me to give you. He also instructed that you contact him after you successfully undergo the Tribulation!” Lord Guangying handed a mustard seed to Jian Wushuang.

Taking the mustard seed, Jian Wushuang didn’t need to think to know that it contained treasures prepared for his Tribulation.

He had come here for treasures, but now that he had obtained them, his mood was somewhat dampened.

It was unclear whether it was due to the fall of the Lord of Moya or the hellish scenes he witnessed in Duanya Spacetime.

After a brief recovery, Jian Wushuang bid farewell to Lord Guangying.

At this moment, Divine Wood King also sent a message, inviting him to enter Duanya Spacetime to divide the treasures.

Jian Wushuang declined with a smile, leaving the task to Wu Zuo and others.

With a single movement, he headed towards the ultimate point of the upper-tier. Passing through Ancient Moon Spacetime, he sensed a familiar presence.

Li Sheng!

Back then, the head of the Li family of Yue Kingdom had established a connection with Jian Wushuang in the boundless universe.

After leaving the boundless universe and finding his family destroyed, Li Sheng had gone mad for a time.

However, his strength remained, and after regaining his human form, he didn’t rebuild his family but instead founded a Daoist temple, becoming a Daoist ancestor at the Seventh Tribulation level.

The Empress had similarly reached the peak of the Seventh Tribulation, and Queen Yun Zhi had advanced to the Eighth Tribulation.

These familiar presences were merely swept away by his senses.

Old grievances had long since ended, and there was no need for further meetings.

They all had their own fortunes and paths to follow, which had diverged significantly.

Naturally, there was no need to meet, and doing so would only be awkward.

Jian Wushuang’s figure trembled as he completely left the nine great spacetimes, heading into the desolate land in search of the abyss or the cliff waterfall above it.

The cliff there was part of the same mountain range as the one in Duanya Spacetime.

This was something he had just learned.

The abyss!

Like the abyss in the lower reaches, it was filled with endless terror and was bottomless.

It wasn’t the kind constructed by the Realm King God, which had a bottom.

Passing through the desolation, he reached the ultimate point.

Northern Spacetime, upper, middle, and lower tiers.

The ultimate land of countless universes.

Life had begun to stand here, time had started here, and space had extended from this place.

Jian Wushuang stood in the void, gazing at the cliff.

The cliff had black water flowing down, cascading into the abyss below.

The huge sound was deafening.

“Rewind!”

Jian Wushuang forcefully tore through spacetime to perform a temporal rewind.

He wanted to see what had happened here in the past.

He had done this many times with the universe.

At first, there was no sound.

The water flowing down the cliff was not black but clear.

However, at a certain point in time, a black-robed figure appeared on the cliff.

He stepped lightly into the water, and his flesh began to disintegrate.

Then his divine body cracked, his Origin Source collapsed, and his soul shattered until he completely transformed into black river water that flowed into the abyss.

Life in Northern Spacetime began to flourish.

Cultivators emerged.

Jian Wushuang watched in disbelief.

They truly had a Creator. “A black-robed figure? Who was he?”

Realm King had never mentioned this, the creator of Northern Spacetime.

Is he Realm King?

Clearly not. It should be the Realm King God.

The rewind continued until it reached a point just before Jian Wushuang arrived.

He stopped because before he came, there was a figure in the water.

Splash!

Jian Wushuang smoothed out spacetime and instantly drew his sword.

“Come out!” he shouted at the water surface, “What’s the point of hiding? Come out and fight me!”

The water’s surface was turbulent, and his voice was drowned within it, receiving no response for a long time.

Yet, when time was rewound, he clearly saw that figure in the water, wearing a mask.

There couldn’t be a mistake.

For such a long time, there had been no appearance.

But just before he arrived here, a face was revealed.

There was definitely a problem.

It might very well be another of Zamasu’s tricks.

This time, after slaying the Lord of Moya, he felt something was off.

Moreover, Realm King also believed that the frequent crises in Northern Spacetime were because Zamasu had spies there.

Otherwise, how could Jian Wushuang encounter trouble right after exiting seclusion?

He had been in seclusion for such a long time without any mishap.

The most crucial revival secret technique went smoothly.

Raising the life level of the spacetime also went very smoothly.

Jian Wushuang’s emergence from seclusion wasn’t on any significant day, yet he encountered the traitor, the Lord of Moya.

Either Jian Wushuang was a harbinger of disaster, or Zamasu had unspeakable secrets in Northern Spacetime.

The latter seemed more accurate.

Amid the flowing water, a pair of eyes stared at Jian Wushuang, completely blending with the water, making it impossible for Jian Wushuang to notice.

“Hehe… I’m discovered!”

A strange voice, as if speaking to someone.

Before long, it indeed attracted a cold voice.

This voice was very familiar to Jian Wushuang; it was Zamasu.

“Hmph, losing Northern Spacetime is nothing, but the human race must die. Let’s first give them some hope. If this time we couldn’t shake his Dao Heart, then get ready to face the opponents on the Realm God Continent!”

The figure in the water paused and said in surprise, “It’s already certain that you will become the Realm King. Acting against cultivators at this time, I fear…?”

“I’m not that foolish, and he isn’t worth my effort. Someone else will deal with him!”

“By the way, you can gather your true form and come with me. There’s no need to stay in Northern Spacetime anymore!”

Whoosh!

The figure in the water felt a surge of emotion.

He could finally leave this damned place.

Zamasu had arranged for him to wait here for countless years, and today was his liberation.

“Realm God Continent, your king has returned!” The figure in the water slowly condensed.

A burly body instantly formed.

Buzz!

A powerful force directly pushed Jian Wushuang back ten thousand miles from the water’s edge.