Chapter 309: The Sword Spirit's Wager! A Surprise for Amir!

Chapter 309: The Sword Spirit’s Wager! A Surprise for Amir!

Deep within the heart of the Imperial Tomb, under the vast sky.

A towering man, enveloped in a dark purple aura and with a translucent figure, gazed down at the expansive Imperial Tomb.

His aura was enigmatic, his eyes cold, and wherever his gaze fell, it seemed to freeze the surrounding space and time.

"Cangyan Continent has nurtured life for so long, yet the beings are still so feeble."

His indifferent eyes swept over the world, as if he were observing a swarm of ants.

His gaze lingered briefly on Heavenly Wasteland before casually moving on.

It seemed that even in his eyes, Heavenly Wasteland was not much better.

"Despite being eroded by darkness for so long, there are still so many beings. The Azure Flame Heavenly Way has indeed done a remarkable job."

At this moment, the man who had arrived on a sword from Su Changqing's location spoke with a smile.

His body was surrounded by a faint red glow, as if enveloped by countless overlapping illusory realms, making him hard to discern.

These two were the innate sword spirits Amir had spoken of: the benevolent Trapped Immortal and the malevolent Extreme Immortal.

With the opening of the Imperial Tomb, they had awoken from their slumber.

Both understood that the era of the final battle was approaching.

"Among the Yuzhi Three Thousand Heavenly Ways, Cangyan Continent has endured until now only because of the 'Azure Emperor' and the 'Flame Emperor.'"

"With the talent and genius of those two, if they hadn't taken the wrong path, they could have surpassed the Great Emperors."

Extreme Immortal, with his dark purple eyes fixed on the sky, said coldly:

"This Heavenly Way is truly ungrateful. The Flame Emperor should have cut it down with a single sword long ago."

"If not for the Flame Emperor's sentiment, it would have been dead for defying him alone."

Trapped Immortal shook his head, "It's not the fault of the Heavenly Way. The Flame Emperor's sins were indeed too great."

"Hmph! Sins?"

Extreme Immortal sneered, "If one is strong enough, sins do not exist. Instead, one becomes the one who defines 'sin'!"

"In the end, it was the Flame Emperor who abandoned his cooperation with the Azure Emperor. Otherwise, darkness would have enveloped everything."

Trapped Immortal frowned, "If that were true, wouldn't he be no different from the Fiends who are controlled by desire?"

"Fiends? How do you know that isn't a complete path?"

"Ridiculous! A world devoid of conscience does not deserve to exist!"

Extreme Immortal and Trapped Immortal argued incessantly, and the terrifying sword intent gradually spread around them.

It seemed that if they continued, they would soon come to blows.

But the two of them seemed used to it.

The four sword spirits, in fact, were not divided by good and evil, but by differing ideals.

Each held their own beliefs, convinced that their path was correct, which led people to believe the sword spirits were divided into good and evil.

The matter they discussed was a secret known by very few, even if traced back to ancient times.

The name "Cangyan Continent" was not given by the Heavenly Way.

It was named because, at the beginning of the continent's formation, two terrifying beings were born: Azure and Flame.

These two were the source of the Great Emperors, the most ancient emperors when the world was first opened.

In the Yuzhi Three Thousand Worlds, each realm was managed by a Heavenly Way, with countless beings.

The Heavenly Ways were not divided by strength, so why did Cangyan Continent's Heavenly Way survive until now?

It was all thanks to those two beings.

However, the Heavenly Way of Cangyan Continent and those two ultimately became enemies.

"Enough, you won't understand."

After a moment of discussion, Trapped Immortal frowned and said helplessly, "Even the Slaying Immortal couldn't convince you of this truth, why should I waste my breath?"

"It's better that you don't understand."

Extreme Immortal said calmly, "The Slaying Immortal won't change even if he suppresses the other for tens of thousands of years."

Trapped Immortal's head ached upon hearing this.

Long ago, as innate sword spirits, they had sensed the great calamity approaching.

They discussed the idea of uniting the four spirits before the calamity arrived.

If they could do so, even if the Heavenly Way collapsed and the world ceased to exist, they would remain unharmed.

The four sword spirits were naturally one, yet each had their own thoughts and intelligence, which led to them never uniting since their birth.

Even with the great calamity approaching, their differing ideals prevented any compromise.

Thus, the four sword spirits took drastic action, with the Slaying Immortal suppressing the Slaying Immortal, trying to force the other to submit.

Trapped Immortal and Extreme Immortal, after fighting for countless years without either gaining the upper hand, decided to reason with each other.

This debate lasted for countless years.

During this time, they encountered a promising young man and offered him some guidance.

Years later, that young man became the Great Emperor of his era and invited them to guard the Imperial Tomb.

They waited here for hundreds of thousands of years until the great calamity was about to begin.

"We can't delay any longer."

Trapped Immortal looked at the sky, his eyes flashing with red light, "The calamity has reached its peak, the Great Tribulation is coming!"

Saying this, he looked at Jueshen and said coldly:

"The Heavenly Dao has accumulated power for countless ages, and even the current 'Ancient One' has already appeared!"

"Do you really refuse to join the Azure Flame Continent?"

Without hesitation, Jueshen shook his head. "The Ancient One? You mean that Azure Lotus Bud?"

"That Azure Lotus Bud is indeed powerful, but darkness has already devoured ninety percent of the world."

"Even the Martial Ancestor and the Dao Sovereign could do nothing against the darkness. Even if that Azure Lotus Bud is stronger, it won't change anything!"

With that, he turned to Xianshen and asked, "Knowing that you will lose, why seek death?"

"Helping the darkness to consume everything, wouldn't that be a blissful existence?"

Xianshen was already too tired to argue further. After a moment of contemplation, he seemed to have an idea and spoke:

"Since we cannot change each other's minds, why not make a bet?"

Hearing this, Jueshen's face showed interest. "What kind of bet?"

"A sword duel!"

Xianshen pointed to the distance and said, "The Imperial Tomb is open, and this place is filled with humans, demons, and fiends alike."

"We are of the same essence, and we have fought for so long without a clear winner."

"Why not each choose a person and teach them our sword techniques? The outcome of their duel will decide our future actions."

He looked at Jueshen and said seriously,

"Whoever wins or loses, there must be no complaints."

"If I lose, I will follow you wherever you go. If you choose a master, I will not merge with you, but I won't leave either!"

"Conversely, if you choose a master, you may not approve, but you must follow me!"

Jueshen thought about it for a moment.

If Xianshen had suggested that the loser must merge, he would never have agreed.

Such a bet would be too uncertain, and he wouldn't take such a risk.

But Xianshen's proposal was that the loser would only follow the other, not necessarily the chosen master.

This meant that even if Xianshen chose a master, if he didn't approve, he wouldn't have to merge.

As long as Xianshen was where he was, he would be fine.

Furthermore, the people they would choose for the bet were not masters, just suitable pawns.

In short, he could bear the consequences of losing.

If he won, he could gradually change the other's mind through the chosen master.

"Fine!"

After a long pause, Jueshen nodded and said, "I'll wait for you at the main tomb before it closes."

With that, Jueshen moved and instantly disappeared from the spot.

"Whether I can persuade Jueshen depends on this."

Xianshen looked at the gentle youth in the distance and murmured,

"Imperial Sword Intent, I suppose his potential isn't bad."

"I hope you don't disappoint me."

To others, Imperial Sword Intent was an extremely terrifying achievement.

But for Xianshen and Jueshen, who were born with imperial spirits, it was nothing special.

Jueshen noticed Su Changqing's presence but didn't pay much attention.

Xianshen, knowing that Su Changqing possessed Imperial Sword Intent, didn't dare to claim victory either.

As sword spirits that existed since the beginning of the world, they had too many powerful means.

But Imperial Sword Intent alone couldn't guarantee a sure win.

Everything still depended on talent and potential.

Putting aside his thoughts, Xianshen took a step and vanished from the spot.

...

Meanwhile.

Amir and his companions, who had just entered the Imperial Tomb, were greedily surveying the world before them.

Endless resources and countless blood meals would make them grow powerful quickly.

However, neither Amir nor Wu Xiu paid much attention to the treasures.

"Lord, can you detect the direction of the imperial spirit?"

Wu Xiu looked around, his eyes burning with excitement.

Although the other treasures in the Imperial Tomb were precious, they were nothing compared to the legendary imperial spirit.

"There's no way to find it."

Amir shook his head. "A supreme being like that can't be sensed if they don't want to be, even by an emperor."

Frowning, he muttered,

"We need to find a way to draw out the imperial spirit."

"But what method could work against such a being?"

Just as Amir was troubled, the world around them suddenly changed, the scenery shifting dramatically.

A dark purple sky and earth, boundless and terrifying sword qi.

And there, standing in the void, a man like a deity, his frowning gaze falling upon them.

"Too weak, the purity of darkness is not high, the inheritance is decent but not fully mastered."

Amir, known as the supreme heavenly pride of the Forbidden Zone, was seen as a waste of talent by Jueshen.

Indeed, a sword spirit that had existed for countless ages had seen countless prodigies.

Compared to those, calling Amir a waste was not an exaggeration.

But there was no choice; among the fiends who entered here, only Amir barely met Jueshen's standards.

"Enough, I can use secret techniques to unlock his potential, teach him powerful but self-destructive techniques, and he will be enough to surpass Xianshen."

"Xianxian's indecisive nature would never lead him to teach those quick-fix methods that drain one's potential."

"I want to see what kind of Jianxiu you can produce in a short time without those secret techniques!"

Xianxian glanced toward the distant horizon and gave a cold laugh.

Did he really think his presence went unnoticed by the young man who wielded the Emperor's sword and possessed the Law Sword of the Sword Emperor?

After all, being in the Sword Emperor's Imperial Tomb, the Sword Emperor's chosen ones naturally drew his attention.

Xianxian thought he was getting the upper hand, but in truth, Xianxian didn't care at all.

After all, in a short time, quick-fix methods were far more effective than teaching techniques by a thousandfold!

"Who are you!"

"Where am I? What do you want with me?"

Amir's face showed a hint of panic as he looked at the unfamiliar world and the terrifying creature.

The Fiend's desires were boundless, and so was its fear.

Faced with this sudden, uncontrollable situation, he couldn't help but tremble all over.

"Aren't you looking for me?"

Xianxian's indifferent gaze fell on the trembling Amir, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

The Fiend was strong and had an infinite lifespan, but these creatures were extremely afraid of death. Their cowardly nature made him quite displeased.

"Looking for you?"

Amir was taken aback, then his expression turned to great joy, "Are you the Imperial Spirit?"

Seeing the dark purple aura surging around the other and the terrifying sword intent that seemed capable of destroying everything, Amir's joy grew even more intense.

"Cutting through time and space, severing cause and effect, destroying everything!"

"You are Great Xianxian, one of the Four Sword Spirits!"

The indescribable joy made Amir feel dizzy.

He never imagined that the legendary existence would stand quietly before him.

"Great Xianxian, are you here to choose a master?"

Amir knelt on the ground, trembling with excitement, "Sir, rest assured, I will never tarnish your great name!"

"Choose a master?"

Xianxian's gaze was indifferent, like he was looking at an ant.

Someone like Amir didn't even have the qualifications to be his sword slave.

"I made a deal with someone and need a hand."

"Help me defeat a junior, and I will reshape your sword path, bones, and bloodline, and bestow you with supreme secret techniques."

"The cost is that your essence will be damaged, and your potential will be consumed."

Xianxian spoke bluntly, not bothering to waste words on such an ant.

He didn't hide the drawbacks of his teachings.

There was no point in concealing it, and he wasn't interested in doing so.

Even if his secret techniques caused significant damage, they were still what countless powerful beings sought after.

Beating just one person, as long as he won, even if his essence was damaged and his potential greatly reduced, Amir would still gain immensely.

Amir understood this as well.

Although not being recognized by Xianxian was disappointing, being reshaped in sword path, bones, and bloodline by such a supreme being, along with numerous secret techniques, was a tremendous opportunity!

"Sir, rest assured, I will definitely help you win!"

Amir's face was filled with barely contained excitement, but he still asked with some trepidation:

"Who is the person you mentioned?"

Although a great opportunity was before him, Amir was still worried he wouldn't be able to handle it.

Whoever Xianxian, the Sword Spirit, personally wanted to defeat couldn't be an ordinary person.

"That person is a cultivator from the Continent. Do you know him? His name is Su Changqing."

Xianxian looked toward the distant horizon and spoke slowly, "Su Changqing."

Amir's eyes lit up at the name.

He thought it would be some terrifying prodigy from Yuzhi, but it turned out to be Su Changqing from the Continent!

The opponent was indeed strong, but he himself wasn't weak, being at the Divine Law Realm!

Even if there was a gap, he still had Xianxian's guidance!

This battle, he would surely win!

...

In the Imperial Tomb, on Star Mountain!

This mountain stood at the pinnacle of the world, towering tens of thousands of feet high, with ancient sword patterns carved into its body, radiating Dao aura.

At the mountain's peak, a resplendent golden sword hung upside down, emitting boundless light.

Without a word, anyone could see that this place harbored a great treasure!

The divine weapon hanging at the peak, with its boundless Dao aura, seemed to offer enlightenment even with a simple glance.

Countless people flocked to the mountain, and the slopes were crowded with cultivators, like ants climbing to the summit!

However, the endless sword patterns carved into the mountain's surface emitted a terrifying pressure.

The sky was filled with sword intent, forming terrifying storms that even Sages would turn pale at the sight.

Just as everyone was climbing with all their might, a young man with a gentle face stepped forward and arrived at the base of the mountain.

"One of the Laws of the Sword Path—"

Su Changqing looked up at the sword that no one had yet claimed, a smile on his face.

"It's simpler than I expected."

However, Su Changqing didn't see that at the mountain's peak, Xianxian stood with his hands behind his back, watching the young man at the base.

"Let me see how talented you are!"

(End of Chapter)

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