The World's Greatest Swordsman: Ximen Changhai
Gao Yunyi Core Formation.
He became a being akin to True Immortal.
The higher his cultivation level, the more intense the lingering loneliness and solitude in his heart became, like an endless cold fog that constantly clung to him.
This world originally had no vengeful ghosts, no zombies, and no monsters; the only living beings in the world were mortals.
Throughout the long years, all he saw were countless beings with short lifespans and limited perspectives; there was not a single one with whom he could have an equal conversation.
So he began to create things, giving birth to monsters, creating zombies, and crafting vengeful ghosts.
He wanted to add some variety to this silent world, to bring more color to this monotonous human realm, and to make the long, lonely years a little more interesting.
But when he calmed down and looked down upon the common people, a hidden worry arose in his heart.
He created these extraordinary beings, who were beyond human comprehension and possessed immense power, unrestrained by human laws.
If the growth rate of humanity cannot keep up with the rise of these demons, zombies, and vengeful spirits, the balance will be shattered.
At that time, demons will roam freely, and evil spirits will wander, causing a catastrophe that will sweep across the world. Mortals will be slaughtered, the human race will be wiped out, and the human civilization that has lasted for thousands of years will collapse and disappear.
Therefore, he ordered the zombies to stay in the Beast God Abyss, collected the vengeful ghosts into the Ten-Thousand-Souls Banner, and sent the monsters far away to the Central Plains.
Rest assured, he will give humanity time to grow and opportunities to develop.
He no longer thinks about problems from a human perspective, but rather from the height of a god, coldly observing the rise and fall of this entire world.
To him, humans were no longer his own kind, but rather just another kind of creature in this world.
Humanity can prosper or decline; it all depends on their own destiny.
A single dominant power is far less interesting than four clans vying for supremacy.
The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, is an immutable Principle of nature.
It's like raising venomous insects. If you don't fatten them up and make them strong, how can they gain experience, level up, and reach the end of the path to immortality?
He merely shifted the chessboard of this world slightly, planting three new pieces: the Demon Race, the Corpse Race, and the Ghost Race, adding opponents to the originally monotonous chessboard.
If humanity can keep up with the changes, it can break free from old constraints and create a completely new civilization.
If it is easily defeated, then that is the inevitable fate under the evolution of the world.
What Gao Yunyi needs to do now is sit on the chessboard and Jingjing observe all of this unfolding.
Take the opportunity to explore this beautiful land.
On this day, Gao Yunyi had already left Yongping Prefecture and was traveling northeast along the official road leading to Liaodong.
Along the official road, the mountains gradually rise higher, the forests become denser, and the population gradually thins out.
However, as they reached a mountain hollow, a panicked shout and the neighing of horses suddenly came from ahead, mixed with the clanging of clashing weapons.
Gao Yunyi became interested and followed the sound.
Ahead on the official road, a caravan was surrounded by a group of bandits.
The caravan consisted of seven or eight large carts, piled high with neatly bundled goods: cloth, tea, and porcelain, each bundle tightly packed. It was clear that they were the carts of wealthy merchants heading to Liaodong to trade in furs.
The caravan was accompanied by more than ten bodyguards and assistants, who were now desperately resisting with knives and clubs. However, the bandits outnumbered them, numbering thirty or forty, and had completely surrounded the caravan.
Several caravan guards lay dead in pools of blood. A fat, wealthy merchant, pale as death, desperately protected a carriage, shouting in panic.
The carriage curtain was pulled open slightly, revealing a young woman who appeared to be a lady sitting inside, sobbing softly in fear.
The bandit leader, a burly man with a full beard, carried a thick-backed machete and stood with one foot on the scattered leather goods, snarling:
"Brothers! This shipment is worth at least several hundred taels of silver! Take it all! And don't let the young woman in the cart escape either, take her up the mountain too!"
The bandits roared in agreement and charged at the caravan with even greater ferocity.
Just as the wealthy businessman was about to be cut down, a gray shadow suddenly darted out from the side of the road, as fast as a ghost.
The man held a long sword, his Movement Method were nimble and clean, his actions fluid and graceful, like a dragon in flight, clearly demonstrating that he had mastered Martial Dao to an extremely high level.
In a short time, five or six bandits had already died by his sword.
The bandit leader's pupils contracted, and he roared, "Where did this bastard come from, daring to ruin my business! Brothers, chop this reckless fool down first!"
However, before he could finish speaking, the mysterious swordsman had already closed in and unleashed a swift strike.
This sword strike was incredibly fast, relying entirely on physical explosiveness, yet it remained incomparably sharp.
With a flash of sword light, the bandit leader felt a chill on his throat. When he looked down, a line of blood had already appeared on his throat. His eyes widened, and he fell straight down.
The bandits were terrified when they saw their leader die from a single sword stroke and turned to flee.
The mysterious swordsman gave them no chance, his long sword flashing as he felled the slower-moving bandits one by one.
In a short while, the dozens of bandits were either dead or wounded, and none of them were able to stand up again.
However, a few bandits managed to escape. The mysterious swordsman, whose sword was cold and whose Movement Method was even colder, moved swiftly and chased after the fleeing bandits, clearly having no intention of letting them go.
However, when he caught up with them, he found that the escaped bandits were already lying on the ground, their bodies dismembered, and they were dead.
A look of shock flashed across the mysterious swordsman's weathered and melancholy eyes.
He was a master swordsman and immediately recognized that the bandits had been beheaded with a single sword stroke.
He suddenly looked up and gazed at the surrounding mountains and forests.
A figure in a green robe stood Jingjing among the weeds beside the official road.
The man was young, handsome, and had an extraordinary air about him. He was dressed in a simple and clean blue robe, without a trace of murderous intent, as if he were just a scholar passing by to read.
He has absolutely no air of a Wulin master Sword Dao swordsman.
The gray-clad swordsman's fingers tightened slightly around his sword, a storm raging within him.
Having immersed himself in the Sword Dao for decades, he believed himself to be unmatched in the Martial Dao world. He had been focused on fighting the bandits all along and had not noticed that there was such a person hiding nearby.
The opponent concealed himself among the grass and trees, his aura perfectly concealed. With a single strike, he severed the head, and not a sound of air being cut was heard until the man died.
Could it be that the opponent's Sword Dao has reached a state of perfection?
Wrong,
The other person didn't have a sword on them at all.
The gray-clad swordsman's pupils constricted sharply, and his whole body trembled.
Could it be the legendary return to simplicity, where even fallen petals and leaves can be turned into swords?
This is the highest level of Sword Dao.
"Were these bandits on the ground your doing?" The gray-clad swordsman's voice was deep, his wariness tinged with a hint of respect.
"Um."
Gao Yunyi nodded slightly.
Upon hearing the other party admit it, the gray-clad swordsman felt a heavy thud in his chest, and the hand gripping his longsword involuntarily sank slightly, his previously tense and wary posture quietly dissipating.
He had spent half his life Jianghu, never imagining that he would live to see such a master of Sword Dao.
The handsome young man in the blue robe before him appeared to be a scholar, but his cultivation level had already far exceeded the limits he could reach.
"Junior Ximen Changhai."
The gray-clad swordsman slowly bowed, embracing his sword, his posture humble and respectful.
May I ask your honorable name, senior?
Gao Yunyi glanced at him indifferently and said in a calm, unwavering tone:
"Gao Yi."