Law of Swordsmanship and the Might of Spirit Treasures, Eight Thousand Years of Shifting Seas and Changing Mulberry Fields to Enter Late True Immortal!

The Twin Swords were extraordinary.

The moment they appeared, celestial phenomena unfolded one after another.

Seeing the Twin Swords possess such Divine Might, Qingyuan felt joy in his heart.

"Myriad Swords Return to Origin!"

He waved his hand casually.

In an instant, the Twin Swords transformed into layers of a pitch-black, night-like tide of sword sea and a blazing red, flame-like sword sea, sweeping and flickering across the sky with a momentum that was especially terrifying!!

This technique.

Was the Law of Swordsmanship from the Chaos Purple Firmament Three Thousand Sword Daos.

Its power was incomparably astonishing.

Qingyuan could sense that even if he were still at Early Profound Immortal, after changing his foundation and mastering sharp magical treasures and sword techniques, his killing power had surged tens of thousands of times!

A single casual Sword Qi.

Could erase his former self!!

"If I were to fight Duobao now, I could hold my own to a draw."

Qingyuan let out a sigh of relief in his heart.

He quickly withdrew the sword technique.

The consumption of a Mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure and a law directly leading to the Sword Dao was extremely high. Without having cultivated the Nine Revolutions Primordial Art, the mana in his body would be drained in less than ten breaths.

"If in the future, after my realm has improved, I could dominate the Primordial World with just this sword art!"

"One sword... enough to freeze the myriad heavens and universes!!"

Qingyuan took a deep breath.

He stored the Innate Two Principles Qiankun Sword into his body to accompany his Primordial Spirit.

In his hand.

Appeared a pitch-black gourd, the size of a palm, silent and ordinary, not causing any celestial changes like the Qiankun Sword.

But within this silence, it exuded an indescribable, great terror.

As if once this gourd was unleashed.

It would erupt with a devastating killing method.

Qingyuan tentatively poured a large amount of mana into it, but it was like a clay ox sinking into the sea, with no reaction at all.

He couldn't help but sigh.

"Even with a supreme treasure in hand, with such meager cultivation, how much of its power can I actually unleash?"

"For now, I'll focus on cultivation and raise my cultivation base first."

He sighed softly.

Qingyuan stored the Nine-Nine Chaos Divine Thunder Spiritual Treasure Gourd into his Purple Mansion to accompany his Primordial Spirit.

Although the system's rewarded treasure restrictions allowed him to refine them completely without obstruction, it still required a process. The process of refining the restrictions was also a process of comprehending and understanding the innate laws contained within the Innate Spiritual Treasure.

Having the spiritual treasure accompany the Primordial Spirit.

Also brought immense benefits to oneself.

Suddenly.

Qingyuan received the Million Years of Cultivation and began cultivating the Nine Revolutions Primordial Art.

When his foundation entered the Top Innate level, the system had fully supplemented his origin, leaving no deficiencies.

Then.

He focused entirely on Secluded Cultivation...

Within the Kunlun Mountains.

At Qilin Cliff, inside Jade Void Palace.

Venerable Yuanshi sat at the head seat, with Grand Pure One Laozi and Supreme Pure Tongtian seated to his left and right, nodding in satisfaction as they praised the two newly joined disciples of the Chan Sect below.

Below.

Two people knelt.

They were Guangchengzi and Chijingzi.

Seeing that his brother had taken in two more disciples with extraordinary foundations and deep blessings, Laozi and Tongtian each expressed their congratulations. They also bestowed Miraculous Pills and Potions, Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, and various other items upon the two junior nephews. Even Tongtian generously gave two Innate Spiritual Treasures, smiling, "I am your uncle, and my Dojo is not far away on Shangqing Peak. You may visit me when you have time."

"Thank you, Uncle, for the treasures!!"

Guangchengzi and Chijingzi knelt and bowed in gratitude.

Laozi casually said a few words and bestowed some treasures as well.

Venerable Yuanshi was very satisfied and said arrogantly, "I'm not criticizing you, Third Brother, but you shouldn't teach without distinction. The sacred Kunlun Mountains have been disturbed by these fur-clad, horned, wet-born, egg-hatched beasts until there's no peace. What use are these vile creatures?!"

"It would be better to follow my example—set up layered formations to select worthy disciples, so as not to disgrace the name of our Pangu Orthodox Lineage!!"

Sect Master Tongtian's face darkened at once.

He had come in goodwill to congratulate his brother, only for his brother to lecture him in front of his disciples?

What kind of talk was that?

"Junior Brother, I'm not trying to criticize you."

Venerable Yuanshi continued, "You should establish inner disciples to pass down your legacy."

"Although Qingyuan is your first disciple and also our nephew, his origin is too lowly. He lacks the fortune to serve as the inner sect's first disciple. It would be better to make him the outer sect's senior disciple instead. Why stubbornly insist on letting him comprehend the Dao? These years, trapped in his pursuit of enlightenment, he rarely even visits my Jade Purity Hall. Better to leave him as the outer sect's senior disciple."

"His origin is base, his blessings insufficient—he cannot be your First Disciple of the Intercepting Sect."

"I urge you to abandon unrealistic hopes early and let someone capable take the position of inner sect senior disciple."

Venerable Yuanshi sighed faintly.

He still held some goodwill toward Qingyuan.

Born of the Green Lotus, but alas, his origin was too low—otherwise, he would truly have been willing to recommend him as the Intercepting Sect's first disciple.

But Tongtian insisted on clinging to a sliver of hope for Qingyuan, causing the once extremely active Qingyuan to grow increasingly desolate and fade into obscurity.

"I have my own arrangements for this matter. Second Brother need not say more."

Sect Master Tongtian shook his head, but Venerable Yuanshi pressed on, "Let's set aside Qingyuan's matter for now, but you should change your standards for accepting disciples. Stop taking in those wet-born, egg-hatched ones who show no respect for their elders. They've turned Kunlun Mountains into a mess. Better to take fewer disciples like I do and simply expound the natural way of Heaven's Dao. Why grant these people any opportunities?"

"Yuanshi, I came to congratulate you in good faith, yet you presume to teach me so much? Does This Seat need your instruction?!"

"Hmph!"

Sect Master Tongtian's face was ugly as he flicked his sleeve and left.

"Destroying brotherly bonds for a pack of wet-born, egg-hatched beasts... heh..."

Venerable Yuanshi's expression also turned cold.

Suddenly, his heart felt hollow, as if he had lost something. He calculated with his fingers but found the heavenly mechanism chaotic and difficult to discern.

So he reported this omen to Laozi.

Upon hearing this, Grand Pure One Laozi also used the Taiji Diagram to perform a divination.

Suddenly, the corners of his eyes grew moist, and his heart ached unbearably. He wept, "Alas... us brothers... let's not speak of it."

"Second Brother, I am returning."

With those words.

Grand Pure One Laozi's figure vanished as well.

Venerable Yuanshi felt distressed, but with two newly initiated disciples before him, he could not afford to show weakness.

So he began teaching his disciples the methods of cultivation...

Time passed like a white cloud drifting by, years fleeting like a shuttle.

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter turned like a painted scroll. Verdant vines and weeds overran Qingyuan's dojo, spreading through every courtyard and climbing over the buildings. Even without any formation to conceal it, no one would likely have guessed that someone lived below.

Yun Zhongzi, after emerging from secluded cultivation, had come to clean the dojo a few times.

But fearing he might disturb Qingyuan's cultivation, he stopped coming and instead set up even more intricate formations to protect his master.

Seas changed, mulberry fields turned to dust.

The grass and trees had completely transformed into a forest, shrouding the dojo.

As far as the eye could see, it was a primeval forest—if not for the complete absence of any living creatures, it would have been indistinguishable from the outside world.

Several thousand more years passed.

In the primeval forest, now utterly indistinguishable from the outside, a vast aura surged forth, like waves rolling a thousand fathoms high, startling countless creatures in the dojo into fearful prostration, ten thousand beasts bowing in submission!!

In the vine-choked courtyard.

Qingyuan fully awakened.

A look of vicissitude crossed his flawless, handsome face. He made a quick mental calculation.

He could not help but sigh, "I never expected that my secluded cultivation has already lasted eight thousand years?"

"Truly, time is merciless. Many cultivators are heartless. Great powerhouses go into seclusion for several Yuan Hui or even longer. In the blink of an eye, friends pass away, all familiar sights and things vanish like smoke. When one awakens from seclusion, the world has changed entirely, leaving no trace of the past in time. How could there still be emotion?"

"Just like this courtyard of mine..."

Gazing at the dojo, overwhelmed by trees, vines, weeds, and low shrubs, now collapsing under the weight.

Qingyuan shook his head.

He was about to swing his sword and level all the weeds and trees in the dojo, when suddenly a panicked voice rang out.

"Great Master, spare me! Great Master, spare me!!"

"Someone?"

Qingyuan was mildly curious.

His divine sense swept out, eventually settling on a sky-shading willow tree in a corner of the courtyard. He said, "Who are you, and why are you in my dojo?"

"Reporting to Great Master, this lowly one was originally a willow seed that fell here from a bird or beast. Because Your Reverence cultivates, emitting vibrant life force and Great Dao Spiritual Light, this lowly one gained spiritual intelligence. This lowly one is willing to serve Your Reverence for life. Please, Your Reverence, spare me!!"

That enormous willow tree carefully bowed and begged for mercy.

If it weren't inconvenient without a human form, it would have prostrated itself completely.

To this, Qingyuan was not surprised.

He himself was a top innate foundation, the Twenty-Four Petaled Innate Green Lotus, with affinity for creation and life laws.

Coupled with cultivating the top-tier Primordial technique, the Nine Revolutions Primordial Art.

It was likely that the Dao resonance emitted during his cultivation had allowed this willow tree to gain spiritual intelligence.

But that also proved the willow tree's foundation was extraordinary.

Otherwise, why hadn't other plants and trees gained spiritual intelligence, only this willow?

"A willow tree?"

Qingyuan murmured to himself.

He recalled that one aloof and peerless supreme Immortal King from the novels.

Then he said, "Considering that the creation of all living things is not easy, I will spare your life. From now on, stay in This Seat's dojo and take good care of it—sweep the courtyard, clear the weeds and trees. Understood?"

"This lowly one understands, this lowly one understands!!"

The willow tree quickly replied, then added, "From now on, this lowly one will serve Your Reverence. If someone comes to ask and this lowly one has no name, wouldn't that disgrace Your Reverence? This lowly one begs Your Reverence to bestow a name!"

"You shall be called... Willow Immortal."

"Willow Immortal thanks Your Reverence for the name!! Willow Immortal will now clean Your Reverence's dojo!"

Willow Immortal called out respectfully again.

Then.

The sky-shading, emerald-green branches turned into countless spears that pierced through the air, plunging into the bodies of countless plants and trees, directly devouring their life force!

In just a few hundred breaths.

Countless plants withered and died.

The outline of the original courtyard buildings appeared, though they were dilapidated and uninhabitable.

"This little willow tree actually has such divine abilities?"

Qingyuan was somewhat surprised.

But recalling that this was the Primordial Era, filled with countless Primordial Exotic Species and Fierce Species, he paid it no mind.

Seeing that Willow Immortal had cleared the dojo.

Qingyuan waved his hand casually, summoning a gale and heavenly fire to sweep away the plant remains.

He then cast divine abilities and spells again, moving mountains and cutting wood to build a dojo far more magnificent and grand than before, nestled against the mountains and waters, exceptionally imposing.

And in the central courtyard.

The enormous willow tree's countless emerald branches hung down.

Making it even more picturesque.

Qingyuan hadn't been out of seclusion for long.

Soon, Yun Zhongzi came riding clouds and driving mist, landing far outside the dojo's gate to request an audience.

"Disciple, long time no see. How have you been?"

"Disciple greets Master. Disciple has been well!"

Yun Zhongzi bowed respectfully.

He glanced inadvertently at Qingyuan, his heart shaken.

Good heavens, Master's cultivation speed was truly fast.

In just eight thousand years, he had gone from the early Mystic Immortal Realm to the late Mystic Immortal Realm?

That speed was really impressive!!

Meanwhile, Qingyuan was also sizing up his first disciple, Yun Zhongzi, and marveled inwardly.

Good grief.

In just eight thousand years, you've already reached the early True Immortal Realm?