"Boom!"
A simple punch, yet it contained supreme might. It was impossible to look straight at it, and even more impossible to underestimate his strength.
"Big Brother, talents have emerged in every generation. It seems the two of us have grown old. Who would have thought that, after endless years, such an astonishing figure would appear?"
One of the Old Ancestors could not help sighing with emotion. After all, appearances reflected the heart. With the two of them presiding over the formation, they could naturally sense the mysteries and might contained within that punch!
Having entered the formation with their bodies, they were the formation, and the formation was them. With man and formation as one, a single thought could create anything between life and death—and sense everything as well.
In that instant just now, they had felt a tremor that came from their very souls. One had to know that their cultivation was no ordinary thing: they were peak Martial Emperors.
With a single thought, they could move mountains and overturn seas, alter the heavens and transform the earth. Yet just now, beneath the opponent's punch, they had felt a sense of insignificance.
Although that feeling had flashed by in an instant, it had still left them incredulous. They had no idea what had happened or why they had felt that way.
The two of them were legendary Half-Step Martial Gods, with cultivation that reached the heavens and earth. Even the Azure Cloud Sword Sect of Central Province would not dare provoke them lightly.
They could be considered the stabilizing pillars of the Ye Family's sect, existences of extraordinary stature. Even so, before Ye Yang, they did not dare show the slightest arrogance!
Just then, with a cracking sound, a great door opened directly. A figure appeared before everyone, and the instant that figure emerged, all things beneath heaven and earth fell utterly silent.
"What? They even brought out that calligraphy left by the Founding Ancestor? What exactly are the two Old Ancestors trying to do?"
With the Bright Mirror Held Aloft, the treasure projected the scene within directly before Ye Wudi. The instant he saw that calligraphy, his mind nearly short-circuited.
"No way. This calligraphy only has a single character written on it—a simple 'martial' character!"
It was merely one character, yet it contained the Founding Ancestor's profound comprehension of the Sword Dao. Every left-falling stroke and right-falling stroke, every vertical and horizontal line, every horizontal line and hook, held supreme Sword Dao charm.
"Boy, you must seize this opportunity. It will be of immense benefit to your comprehension of the Nine Styles of Extreme Sword."
Back then, Ye Wudi had defeated Ye Wushuang in the contest between the two outstanding prodigies of the same generation and claimed the position of sect master. He had once had the chance to study this calligraphy, but after merely one glance, he had fainted. It had truly been one of the greatest regrets of his life.
"As expected. Could it be that the two Old Ancestors' judgment is founded after all? Is this boy Ye Yang truly the legendary Heaven-Chosen?"
This calligraphy was no ordinary thing. That single martial character contained the Founding Ancestor's understanding of the Martial Dao!
Only those with great providence and great fortune could see it. Otherwise, it would be difficult to see even once in ordinary circumstances—indeed, it was something unheard of!
A single viewing of this calligraphy held endless wonders. Some people could break through after one glance, while others were unworthy of receiving its blessings and would fall straight into madness!
Only those with Half-Step Martial Emperor cultivation could glimpse even a portion of it. Otherwise, their souls would suffer severe damage: the lucky would be wounded, while the unlucky would become idiots.
"Old friend, I never thought you'd bring out even your treasured possession this time. You really are something." One of the Old Ancestors teasingly looked at the other.
This was a consumable item; every viewing used it up a little. It was extraordinarily precious. Who would have thought he would bring it out without hesitation?
The fact that he was willing to bring this thing out was enough to prove how seriously he regarded the young man before them.
"Old Brother, we're both guilty of laughing at someone for what we ourselves do. What difference is there? Didn't you bring out your own good stuff as well?"
He pointed toward the Four Symbols Subduing Demons Formation, which had unfortunately already dimmed completely.
"Old friend, stop laughing at me. We're even. I just don't know what sort of miracle your thing will create this time."
When the other Old Ancestor pointed in that direction, he smiled and directly changed the subject. There was nothing he could do—the other party was simply too overbearing.
Just now, they had even suffered a slight backlash, leaving them endlessly astonished.
"Boy of the Ye Family, so long as you pass this trial, we will naturally grant you a great opportunity. I hope you know what is good for you."
"That's right. You must not be careless. You absolutely have to hold on. At best, you'll be injured; at worst, you'll become a fool or even lose your life. I hope you think this through carefully."
One voice before and one behind, the two voices lingered by his ears. Ye Yang understood that this was the beginning of another trial for him.
"Whatever you've got, bring it on. Since it has already begun, whether it's one trial or two, I'll charge through them all. Why should I refuse whatever comes?"
Ye Yang agreed at once, decisively and without the slightest hesitation or tension, as though he had merely done something insignificant.
"Yang, now that's more like it. Only by advancing without fear can one hack through thorns and brambles and stand atop the Supreme Dao."
Ye Wudi clenched his fists tightly, as if he had returned to the days when he had won eight hundred and eight battles in a row, challenging every great prodigy of Central Province without ever suffering a defeat.
"Good boy, you've got guts. Since you've chosen to continue challenging the trials, we'll satisfy your request."
The two Old Ancestors exchanged a glance and smiled with satisfaction. The instant a thought arose, a sheet of calligraphy appeared before Ye Yang.
"Wait, this is the Martial Dao Truth Calligraphy left behind by the Founding Ancestor before his ascension. They even brought this thing out? Could it be because of me?"
Looking at all this, Ye Yang could not help wearing a stunned expression. He had made ample mental preparations, but it was only after seeing this calligraphy that he realized the situation had grown serious.
He looked around, wanting to find his father's figure. Only at this moment did he realize that he had already entered a special barrier.
Once it began, there was no stopping. This was the masterpiece of the two Old Ancestors. Unless he either passed the trial or suffered a powerful backlash and died on the spot, there was no other way out.
There were only two outcomes: life or death. That was the terror of this trial. If he survived, he would soar into the heavens in a single bound, becoming a completely different existence.
"Young man, you've finally come."
Immediately afterward, the Martial Dao Truth Calligraphy before him expanded without limit. In the blink of an eye, his entire consciousness was drawn into a special space.
"Young man, watch closely. I will use only one move from the Nine Styles of Extreme Sword, just once. I hope you comprehend it well."
Between heaven and earth, only that towering figure remained. With a wave of his hand, all the spiritual energy between heaven and earth gathered into his palm. There was clearly no sword in his hand, yet Sword Qi automatically formed a nimble treasured sword.
"Supreme Nine Swords, ninth style—Myriad Swords Return to One!"
One sword stood supreme, its momentum unstoppable. Wherever its radiance reached, gods and ghosts alike retreated. That one man, that one sword, suppressed all ages!
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