Law of Swordsmanship and the Might of Lingbao: Eight Thousand Years of Upheaval, Reaching Late True Immortal Realm!

The Twin Swords were extraordinary.

The moment they appeared, celestial phenomena arose in succession.

Seeing that the Twin Swords possessed such divine might, Qingyuan was delighted.

"Myriad Swords Return to Origin!"

He casually waved his hand.

In an instant, the Twin Swords transformed into layer upon layer of sword seas—one black as night, the other blazing red like fire. They swept and flashed across the heavens with overwhelming momentum, their spectacle especially terrifying!!

This move

was the Law of Swordsmanship within the Chaos Purple Firmament Three Thousand Sword Daos.

Its power was incomparably astonishing.

Qingyuan could sense that although he was still in the Early Profound Immortal stage, after his foundation had transformed and he had mastered such sharp magical treasures and sword techniques, his killing power had surged by thousands upon thousands of times!

Any random streak of sword qi

could erase his former self!!

"If I fought Duobao now, I would be confident of at least ending in a draw."

A great weight finally lifted from Qingyuan's heart.

He hurriedly withdrew the sword technique.

The Mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure and the Law of Swordsmanship that led directly to the Sword Dao consumed an extraordinary amount of power. He had not converted to the Nine Revolutions Primordial Art, and the mana within him would be exhausted in fewer than ten breaths.

"If my realm rises in the future, I'll be able to dominate the Primordial Wilderness with this sword art alone!"

"One sword... would be enough to frost the myriad heavens and worlds!!"

Qingyuan took a deep breath.

He drew the Innate Two Principles Qiankun Sword into his body, where it accompanied his Primordial Spirit.

In his hand

appeared a palm-sized black gourd. It was quiet and ordinary, without the Heaven-Earth disturbances caused by the Qiankun Sword.

Yet within that stillness lay an indescribable, immense terror.

It was as though once this gourd was released,

it would unleash a killing technique capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Qingyuan tentatively poured a large amount of mana into it, but it vanished like a mud ox entering the sea, without the slightest reaction.

He could not help but sigh.

"Even with a Supreme Treasure in hand, how much of its power can someone with such meager cultivation as mine truly wield?"

"I should cultivate properly first and raise my cultivation before speaking of anything else."

With a slight sigh,

Qingyuan placed the Nine-Nine Chaos Divine Thunder Spiritual Treasure Gourd into his Purple Mansion, where it accompanied his Primordial Spirit.

Although the restrictions on the magical treasures rewarded by the system allowed him to refine them without obstruction, that still required time. The process of refining the restrictions was also a process of comprehending and understanding the Innate Laws contained within an Innate Spiritual Treasure.

Keeping a Lingbao beside one's Primordial Spirit

was also of immense benefit to oneself.

Suddenly,

Qingyuan claimed his Million Years of Cultivation and began cultivating with the Nine Revolutions Primordial Art.

When his foundation had reached the Top Innate level, the system had completed his origin. There were no longer any flaws or deficiencies.

Afterward,

he devoted himself fully to secluded cultivation...

Kunlun Mountain Range.

Within the Jade Void Palace atop Qilin Cliff,

Venerable Yuanshi sat in the seat of honor. Grand Pure Laozi and Supreme Pure Tongtian sat to his left and right, praising the two disciples who had newly joined the Chan Sect below.

Below them,

two people knelt.

They were Guangchengzi and Chijingzi.

Seeing that his brother had taken in two more disciples with extraordinary foundations and profound fortunes,

Laozi and Tongtian both offered their congratulations. They even bestowed spirit elixirs, Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, and other items upon their two martial nephews. Tongtian was especially generous, gifting them two Innate Spiritual Treasures. He smiled and said, "I am your martial uncle. My dojo is on nearby Shangqing Peak. You may visit whenever you have time."

"Thank you, Martial Uncle, for bestowing these treasures!!"

Guangchengzi and Chijingzi prostrated themselves in thanks.

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

Venerable Yuanshi was very satisfied. He said arrogantly, "It is not that I want to criticize you, Third Brother, but you should not accept disciples without distinction. This sacred land of Kunlun Mountains has been made unrestful by that group of furred, horned, wet-born, egg-laying beasts. What use are such wretches?!"

"You would do better to learn from me and set down layer upon layer of formations to select outstanding disciples. Only then would you not disgrace the name of the Pangu Orthodox Lineage!!"

Sect Master Tongtian's face darkened at once.

He had come in good faith to congratulate his brother, yet his brother was lecturing him before his disciples?

What kind of talk was that?

"Junior Brother, it is not that I want to criticize you."

Venerable Yuanshi continued, "You should establish Inner Sect Disciples to pass down your lineage."

"Though Qingyuan is your first disciple and also our martial nephew, his foundation is far too weak. He does not have the fortune to serve as the first disciple of the inner sect. You might as well make him an Outer Sect Grand Disciple. Why insist on having him comprehend the Dao? In recent years, he has been trapped in comprehension, and he has rarely visited even my Jade Purity Hall. You might as well leave him as an Outer Sect Grand Disciple."

"His foundation is inferior and his fortune insufficient. He cannot become the First Disciple of Intercepting Sect."

"I advise you to cast aside those impractical notions as soon as possible and let someone capable take up the position of Inner Sect Senior Disciple."

Venerable Yuanshi sighed softly.

As for Qingyuan, he held a rather favorable impression of him.

Qingyuan had been born from the Green Lotus, but it was a pity that his foundation was too weak. Otherwise, Yuanshi truly would have been willing to recommend him as the First Disciple of Intercepting Sect.

Unfortunately, Tongtian insisted on preserving a trace of hope for Qingyuan, causing the once exceptionally lively Qingyuan to grow ever more desolate and fade into the crowd.

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

Sect Master Tongtian shook his head. Venerable Yuanshi continued, "Let us set Qingyuan's matter aside for now, but you should change your standards for accepting disciples. Do not accept those wet-born, egg-laying disciples who have no respect for their elders. They have turned Kunlun Mountains into a foul mess. It would be better to take fewer disciples like I do and simply expound the natural Heavenly Dao. Why give such people any opportunities?"

"Yuanshi, I came kindly to congratulate you, yet you insist on teaching me so much? Do I need your instruction?!"

"Hmph!"

Sect Master Tongtian's expression was ugly as he flicked his sleeve and departed.

"Destroying the brotherly bond for a pack of wet-born, egg-laying beasts... Heh heh..."

Venerable Yuanshi's expression turned somewhat cold as well.

Suddenly, he felt an emptiness in his heart, as though he had lost something. Yet when he calculated with his fingers, he found the Heavenly Secrets muddled by Chaos and impossible to see through.

He informed Laozi of this sign.

Upon hearing it, Grand Pure Laozi also used the Taiji Diagram to make calculations.

Then his eyes suddenly reddened, and unbearable grief filled his heart. Tears fell as he said, "Alas... we brothers... best not speak of it."

"Second Brother, I am returning."

As soon as he spoke,

Grand Pure Laozi's figure vanished as well.

Venerable Yuanshi felt troubled, but with his two newly accepted disciples before him, it was inappropriate to display such sentimentality.

So he began teaching his disciples cultivation methods...

The white clouds changed into gray dogs, and time flew like a shuttle.

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter passed like a painted scroll. Lush vines and weeds filled Qingyuan's dojo, spreading through every courtyard and climbing over the buildings. Even without formations concealing it, no one would likely have realized that someone lived beneath them.

Yun Zhongzi had come to clean the dojo several times after leaving secluded cultivation.

But fearing that he would disturb Qingyuan's cultivation, he stopped coming. He merely laid down more intricate formations to protect his master.

The sea turned to mulberry fields.

The vegetation completely transformed into a forest sea, concealing the dojo.

As far as the eye could see, there was only the sight of a primeval forest. Had there not been a complete lack of living creatures, it would have been no different from the outside world.

Several thousand more years passed.

Within the primeval forest, now entirely indistinguishable from the outside world, an immense aura emerged. It rolled like towering waves surging through the sea, startling the countless living creatures in the dojo into fearful prostration. Ten thousand beasts bowed in worship!!

Within the vine-covered courtyard,

Qingyuan finally awoke.

A trace of vicissitude appeared on his flawless, handsome face. After making a brief calculation,

he could not help but sigh. "Who would have thought that I have already spent eight thousand years in secluded cultivation?"

"As expected, time is merciless. So too are many cultivators. Great powers enter seclusion for several Yuan Hui or even longer. In the blink of an eye, friends disappear, and every familiar sight and thing vanishes like smoke. When they emerge from seclusion, the entire world has changed. They can no longer find even the slightest impression of the past in the flow of years. How could they still retain emotion?"

"It is just like this courtyard of mine..."

He looked at the dojo, overgrown with trees and vines, parasitized by weeds and shrubs, and crushed beneath their weight.

Qingyuan shook his head.

Just as he was about to swing his sword and level every weed and tree in the dojo, a panicked voice suddenly rang out.

"Great Master, spare my life! Great Master, spare my life!!!"

"Someone is here?"

Qingyuan was somewhat curious.

His divine sense swept out, eventually settling upon a willow tree in the corner of the courtyard that blotted out the sky and sun. He asked, "Who are you, and why have you appeared within my dojo?"

"Reporting to Great Master, this little one was originally a Willow Seed dropped here from the body of a bird or beast. Because the vibrant life force and Great Dao Spiritual Light you emitted during cultivation granted this little one spiritual intelligence, this little one is willing to serve Master for all eternity. I beg Master to spare this little one!!"

The enormous willow tree bowed carefully and begged for mercy.

If it had been able to assume human form, it would likely have prostrated itself completely.

Qingyuan was not surprised by this.

He was the Twenty-Four Petaled Innate Green Lotus, with a Top Innate foundation and an affinity for the Laws of Creation and life.

On top of that, he cultivated the Nine Revolutions Primordial Art, one of the Primordial Wilderness's finest cultivation methods.

It was likely the Dao Resonance he emitted while cultivating that had allowed this willow tree to develop spiritual intelligence.

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

Otherwise, why had none of the other plants developed spiritual intelligence? Why had this willow tree alone done so?

"A willow tree?"

Qingyuan muttered to himself.

He recalled that supreme Immortal King giant from the novels, arrogant and peerlessly domineering.

Only then did he say, "Considering that the creation of all living things is not easy, I shall spare your life. Remain in my dojo from now on and tend to it properly. Sweep the courtyards and clear away the weeds and trees. Do you understand?"

"This little one understands, this little one understands!!"

The willow tree hurriedly replied, then added, "This little one will serve Master from now on. If visitors ask for my name and I have none, would that not disgrace Master? I beg Master to grant me a name!"

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

"Willow Immortal thanks Master for granting me a name!! Willow Immortal will clean Master's dojo at once!"

Willow Immortal cried out respectfully once more.

Afterward,

its emerald-green branches, which blotted out the sky and sun, turned into spear after spear and pierced through the air. They plunged into the bodies of countless plants and could directly devour their life force!

In only a few hundred breaths,

countless plants withered and died.

The outlines of the courtyard and pavilions of the original dojo emerged, though they were in ruins and unfit for habitation.

"This little willow tree actually possesses such a Divine Ability?"

Qingyuan was somewhat surprised.

But recalling that this was the era of the Primordial Wilderness, where countless Primordial Exotic Species and Fierce Species existed, he no longer paid it any mind.

After Willow Immortal cleaned the dojo,

Qingyuan casually waved his hand, and fierce winds and heavenly fire swept away the remnants of the vegetation.

He once more used divine arts and spells, moving mountains and cutting wood to construct a dojo even grander and more majestic than before. It rested against the mountains and beside the water, carrying an especially imposing air.

At the central courtyard,

the massive willow tree's countless emerald branches hung down.

It made the scene all the more beautiful.

Not long after Qingyuan emerged from seclusion,

Yun Zhongzi came riding clouds and driving mist. He landed outside the dojo gates from afar and requested an audience.

"Disciple, it has been a long time. Have you been well recently?"

"Your disciple pays respects to Master. Your disciple has been well!"

Yun Zhongzi bowed respectfully.

He inadvertently looked toward Qingyuan, and his heart shook.

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

In merely eight thousand years, he had actually cultivated from the Early Mystic Immortal Realm to the Late Mystic Immortal Realm?

This speed was truly astonishing!!

Qingyuan was also assessing his first disciple, Yun Zhongzi, and was inwardly astonished as well.

Good heavens.

In only eight thousand years, you had reached the Early True Immortal stage?