Grass Character Sword Art, Su Zui Comprehended the Dao
Upon hearing this ethereal voice, Su Zui's eyes narrowed, and he quickly looked around.
He asked warily, "Who is it? Who's speaking?"
The voice echoed once more from the heavens and earth, "You need not be afraid. I have no ill intentions towards you. At my level, if I were to harbor any malice towards you, you would have no chance to resist."
Upon hearing this, Su Zui gradually calmed down.
Indeed, the fact that the other party could pull my consciousness into this space means that the other party's level is definitely above mine. If they wanted to do something to me, I couldn't do anything about it.
Given such abilities, could the other party be God?
Thinking of this, Su Zui quickly asked for advice.
"Senior, you just said that a blade of grass can cut down the Sun Moon, and stars? Is that true?"
"Your world is too narrow, and your understanding of martial arts is too shallow, which is why you doubt all of this."
"But I can tell you definitively that everything you are seeing is real."
What's real can't be faked, and what's fake can't be made real.
The Daoist chant flowed slowly and gently, but Su Zui still felt insulted.
To be honest, in Su Zui's eyes, the methods of the Limit Douluo in this world were already comparable to those of Deity.
But in this voice's description, the world seems like the light of fireflies.
The ethereal voice rang out again.
"The strongest person you've ever seen in your life is only Level 99 Limit Douluo, capable of shattering mountains and breaking rivers, capable of shaking the heavens and earth, yet you regard him as the end of martial arts, the pinnacle of mortals."
"But before the true Dao of the Heavens, such power is not even worthy of being called an entry-level expert."
As the Daoist voice faded, the small grass in the void gently swayed its nine green leaves, and a faint aura of swordsmanship spread out, reviving the ancient silence once more.
This herb is called Nine-leaf Sword Grass.
"It ranks among the Ten Fiends of Immortal Ancient, a supreme being born at the dawn of the universe, wielding the most ultimate offensive sword technique in the world— the Grass Character Sword Art."
Su Zui listened quietly, her mind becoming increasingly tense.
He had never heard of this name, never heard of the Immortal Ancient Era, and never heard of the Ten Fiends of the Heavens.
These terms transcend all records of the Douluo Continent and exceed the limits of cognition in this world.
It is by nature indifferent to worldly affairs and has no desires.
The voice slowly recounted that ancient, sealed history.
"Since its inception, it has taken root in a corner of chaos, quietly guarding an ancient land, comprehending the Tao year after year, and accumulating knowledge year after year."
"As countless races vie for supremacy and war rages across the seas, it guards its own tranquility, undisturbed by the world. If undisturbed, it can quietly comprehend the Dao, existing for eternity, and peacefully passing away."
"But that's how the world has always been; the stability of the weak has always been a luxury."
"When chaos descends, calamity strikes from the heavens, without asking whether you are willing to fight or whether you wish to remain detached from worldly affairs."
Dao Yin slightly subsided, unconsciously taking on a touch of desolation that transcended eras.
"At the end of the Immortal Ancient Era, the era decayed, the Heavenly Dao collapsed, and countless armies from other realms crossed over to invade, intending to overthrow the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, slaughter all races and living beings, and plunder the Great Dao Origin of the entire universe."
"That was a dark age where the heavens were stained with blood and rivers of corpses flowed. Countless geniuses perished, countless lineages were severed, and countless great realms collapsed and were destroyed."
"Among countless invaders from other realms, four supreme beings, standing at the pinnacle of all heavens, crossed realms together, traversing the sea of boundaries, seeking to flatten this world and seize control of the Great Dao of this universe."
"They are the Immortal Kings from another realm."
The moment those four words were uttered, the Daoist aura of the entire void suddenly became heavy.
An invisible pressure quietly spread out, not targeting Su Zui, but originating from the supreme rules of the Immortal King level.
Whenever someone chants the name of the Immortal King, even across countless realms and universes, the Immortal King will sense it.
Su Zui's Divine Soul trembled slightly, and an extreme sense of awe and insignificance arose in his heart.
Just as Su Zui felt he was about to be spied on by this rule, a sword light slashed out once again, forcefully severing the causal link between Su Zui and the Immortal King.
Su Zui felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
He finally understood what a real gap meant.
The power of the Celestial King is truly terrifying.
The fact that their consciousness could actually traverse countless realms and pinpoint their location so precisely is terrifying.
Even the Limit Douluo, the pinnacle of combat power in the Douluo Continent, is probably not even worth a speck of dust in front of an Immortal King.
Qian Daoliu poured out his entire life's cultivation and burned away his divine essence, yet in the eyes of the Immortal King, he was nothing more than a tiny speck of light that could be crushed at will, not worth mentioning.
"The four Immortal Kings swept across the star fields in their path, unstoppable and unconquerable by any race."
The sound continued to echo in Su Zui's ears.
"They swept through the land, conquering and ravaging, until they finally settled in the Chaotic Ancient Land, which happened to be the very place where the Nine-leaf Sword Grass took root and began to comprehend the Dao."
"The four Celestial Kings are supreme and have become arrogant by roaming the heavens. They only have eyes for conquest and plunder and cannot tolerate the slightest obstacle."
"Looking down upon this chaotic landscape, they saw a humble weed occupying an ancient patch of land, and instantly felt impatience."
"In their eyes, all things are mere straw dogs. How dare a mere blade of grass occupy the pure lands of the heavens, or even seek enlightenment on their path?"
They raised their hands to pull out the weeds.
"For the four Immortal Kings, crushing a weed is merely a flick of their finger; they can obliterate it without even causing a ripple."
Upon hearing this, Su Zui's mind tensed completely.
Four Celestial Kings, the supreme beings of all realms, joined forces to target a humble, unassuming blade of grass.
Such a vast disparity is not a battle at all; it is a one-sided crushing defeat, a joke that can be easily annihilated.
Any other living being would have trembled in fear and knelt in submission long ago, not even having the courage to resist.
"The Nine-leaf Sword Grass has no desire for battle; it only seeks to quietly guard the path of cultivation and peacefully comprehend the Dao."
But it had nowhere to retreat, nowhere to avoid.
"Our homeland has been invaded, our foundation of cultivation has been locked, and our lives hang by a thread. If we retreat, submit, or flee, the only fate awaiting us is the annihilation of both body and soul, and the extinction of our lineage."
"Patience will not bring stability, and concessions will not bring survival. Only by taking up arms and fighting can we drive out the invaders."
"And so, this unassuming little grass, for the first time, harbored murderous intent."
Dao Yin's voice rose slightly, carrying a hint of genuine approval.
No one witnessed the full extent of that unprecedented battle.
"Simply because that battle was too terrifying."
"The mere aftershocks of the battle shattered billions of star fields, tore apart the cosmic barriers, and severed the rolling river of time. Countless worlds billions of miles away could clearly feel that sword intent that pierced through chaos."
"The nine azure leaves are the nine supreme immortal swords."
"A single leaf stirs, and the stars shatter."
"Two leaves rise, the sky collapses."
"When three leaves fall, the laws collapse."
"The Nine-leaf Sword Grass, with its humble mortal body, bravely withstood the combined attack of four Immortal Kings."
Even when it was at a complete disadvantage, even when its opponent was the supreme being who looked down upon all the heavens, it still defied the odds and attacked the heavens.
The four Immortal Kings on the other side were utterly enraged.
They roamed the seas unchallenged and conquered the heavens without equal. They were the only ones who crushed all races. No living being ever dared to stop them, and no humble plant ever dared to raise its hand to resist their supreme authority.
The four Celestial Kings no longer underestimated them; they unleashed their primordial immortal power and activated the laws of immortality.
Four supreme offensives, powerful enough to destroy a great world and crush a star field, converged from all four directions, sealing off the entire void, intending to crush this ignorant weed with absolute power.
However, the sword path of the Nine-leaf Sword Grass is born against the natural order, using the mortal to overcome the holy, the soft to break the hard, and is dedicated to destroying the illusions of the supreme and slaying the unparalleled kingly path.
People generally believe that swords are made of metal and rely on divine weapons.
Only the Nine-leaf Sword Grass uses grass and trees as its edge, the Great Dao as its blade, and an indomitable Dao heart as its sword intent.
The stronger the enemy, the stronger I become; the more forceful the Dao, the more I break!
An eternal battle, a cycle of rise and fall.
This battle raged for countless ages, from the middle of the Immortal Ancient Era until the complete end of the Immortal Ancient Era.
The Nine-leaf Sword Grass stood alone on the battlefield, desperately holding off four peak Immortal Kings.
Amidst the fluttering green leaves, the Grass Character Sword Art reached its eternal pinnacle.
Its leaves are constantly cracking, damaged, and withering, and its essence is continuously consumed, overdrawn, and decaying.
Yet its sword intent grew stronger, more domineering, and more fearless.
Finally, in the last moment before the complete destruction of the Immortal Ancient Era and the decline of all the Great Daos.
The Desolate Emperor's voice grew slightly solemn as he revealed the final outcome of this ancient secret history.
"The Nine-leaf Sword Grass burned its last wisp of essence, shattering its nine supreme sword leaves, and unleashed its final Grass Character Ultimate Sword Art 'Grass'."
At the cost of its own complete demise, it dragged down four Immortal Kings from another realm who had crossed over to the other world.
With the battle concluded, all four supreme beings of the heavens were buried in this chaotic ancient land, none surviving.
A single blade of grass brought down four celestial kings.
After this battle, the Nine-leaf Sword Grass's physical body was completely annihilated, its Dao foundation was shattered, and its original divine Divine Soul dissipated in the long river of time.
The world will never again see that supreme herb that silently guarded the chaos and defied the celestial king.
As soon as the words were spoken, the entire void fell into eternal silence once more.
Su Zui's consciousness froze on the spot, unable to calm down for Jiujiu.
It turned out that what he had seen was not an illusion, but a scene that actually happened thousands of years ago.
A humble and insignificant wild grass, facing a desperate situation, defied the heavens and attacked four Immortal Kings who looked down upon all the heavens with its mortal body. In the end, they perished together, their blood staining the ages, their names remaining in the ancient immortal world.
It turns out that true strength has never been about physical size, divine weapons, Soul Power, or worldly fame.
It lies in the unyielding Dao heart, in the sword intent that rises against the tide, and in the supreme will that dares to defy the heavens and sacrifice oneself for the Dao, even when as humble as grass.
At that moment, Su Zui felt a sudden cracking sound coming from inside his body, as if some shackles had been forcibly severed.
Su Zui's consciousness gradually became hazy, with only the image of that sword light constantly echoing in his mind.
Sensing Su Zui's state, the voice became admiring. "I didn't expect this child's comprehension to be so high; he has already grasped some sword intent. However, if he doesn't wake up for Jiujiu, this Douluo Continent is likely to descend into chaos..."