The Sword Lengthens Ninety Thousand Li

The dark night passed, and dawn arrived. The first rays of light pierced the twilight, and for many, this signified the start of a new day of labor.

At the mountain gate of Shangqing Palace, people streamed in endlessly, flocking to attend Li Qingshan's Sect Master's Grand Ceremony today. The elders of Shangqing Palace were welcoming guests from all walks of life, their laughter and conversation creating a joyous scene.

Inside Shangqing Palace, within the sect's golden cauldron, Li Qingshan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm. The wind rustled his clothes, but he remained motionless, like a sharp sword overlooking the mountains and valleys.

In the Scripture Repository Pavilion, amidst the wilderness and before a waterfall, Li Jiusheng stared at the ethereal figure beside him, dumbfounded. "The Thousand-Year Sword God of the Old Land?"

"I didn't expect that among later generations, you would learn my Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique," the Thousand-Year Sword God of the Old Land said, looking at Li Jiusheng.

Li Jiusheng replied, "It was also by chance and coincidence that I was able to learn it."

"That's good. I thought the Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique would be lost after my death. I didn't expect it to be passed down. My efforts were not in vain," the Thousand-Year Sword God of the Old Land nodded.

"Senior, you're not dead?" Li Jiusheng asked hesitantly.

The Thousand-Year Sword God of the Old Land chuckled freely. "I died long ago. It's just that back then, when I broke through to the Ancestor Realm, my swordsmanship reached the divine, and my consciousness merged with the Great Dao. Carrying my unwillingness and regrets, I drifted in the mortal world. For several hundred years, I was in a daze. If you hadn't comprehended the Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique and guided this wisp of my remnant soul here, I would have completely vanished not long from now."

Li Jiusheng suddenly understood. So this was the wisp of aura he had sensed through his ultimate enlightenment.

"Do you want to witness the true power of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique?" the Thousand-Year Sword God of the Old Land suddenly asked in a tempting tone.

Li Jiusheng recalled the sword he had seen in his past memories, its brilliant light directly pulling his consciousness back to the present.

"What do you want to do, Senior?" Li Jiusheng asked nervously, swallowing.

"Lend me your body, and I will unleash a sword strike towards that high and mighty Ancestor!" The Thousand-Year Sword God of the Old Land raised his head. His ethereal form now appeared incredibly majestic, like a mountain, exuding immense weight, as if he were not a remnant soul but an Ancestor.

"Unleash a sword strike towards the high and mighty Ancestor?" Li Jiusheng repeated, his voice dry and utterly shocked.

"Yes, unleash a sword strike!"

"And this sword strike will be ninety thousand li long!"

The Thousand-Year Sword God of the Old Land gazed into the distance, his eyes cold, like the ice of the Haze Ice on a ten-thousand-year-old ice field, unyielding.

At this moment, a piece of information Li Jiusheng had seen before flashed through his mind: Shangqing Palace was ninety thousand li away from Luochuan Sect.

This sword strike was aimed at Emperor Wu of Zhou of Luochuan Sect!

Within a majestic mountain range in Qingzhou, peaks rose and fell, enveloped by Spiritual Energy. Countless enormous peaks stood between heaven and earth, like giant swords plunged into the land. The areas above the mountainsides were perpetually hidden in clouds and mist.

One of these mountain ranges was particularly beautiful, with verdant wilderness and a great river flowing from the peaks. It cascaded down like a white silk ribbon from the mountainside, roaring and thundering, forming a perfect waterfall.

Thick fog billowed, splashing countless water droplets. Birds circled, and white cranes spread their wings, soaring with excitement.

On one side of this mountain range was a sheer cliff, as smooth as a mirror. In a corner, four large characters were carved.

Luochuan Sect!

At this moment, in the main hall of Luochuan Sect, the current Sect Master bowed and reported, "Ancestor, the Sect Master's enthronement ceremony at Shangqing Palace has begun. Forces from all sides have gathered; it's very spectacular and lively."

Deep within the Sect Master's hall, a figure sat cross-legged, extremely imposing, like a small mountain.

The sole Ancestor of Luochuan Sect, Emperor Wu of Zhou!

His face was stern, his features chiseled like they were carved by a knife. His aura was incredibly violent, with nine divine halos behind his head. Each halo represented a level of his strength. The superposition of nine layers of Ancestor aura suppressed the entire area. With every breath, Daoist principles were hidden, Buddhist dharma was magnificent, and martial arts flourished.

"Shangqing Palace. A hundred years ago, I crushed the hope of their rise. They didn't dare seek revenge then, but now, after a hundred years, they dare to kill my disciple. They are seeking death!"

"Today, as the new Sect Master of Shangqing Palace ascends the throne and heroes from all over the world gather, it's the perfect time to turn their joyous occasion into a funeral. Shangqing Palace will be annihilated from this day forth, and revenge will be taken for Wudao."

Emperor Wu of Zhou's voice boomed, carrying an irrefutable aura. Destroying a thousand-year-old sect with a few words was as simple and easy as drinking water or eating a meal, demonstrating the terrifying power of an Ancestor.

"Our Ancestor is divine and mighty, reigning for ten thousand generations and unifying the Old Land!" the current Sect Master of Luochuan Sect immediately knelt and shouted excitedly.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Emperor Wu of Zhou rose, his aura accumulating and exploding layer by layer, wave after wave, emitting an extremely terrifying sound. He was enveloped by it, appearing like an eternal, unchanging deity as he walked out of the Sect Master's hall.

He intended to descend upon Shangqing Palace and, in front of all the major powers of the world, forcefully obliterate Shangqing Palace, proclaiming his might and the invincibility of Luochuan Sect.

Beside the Scripture Repository Pavilion, there was a large waterfall where the water from the surrounding mountains converged. It crashed down day and night with a deafening roar. Mist splashed, and under the sunlight, rainbows occasionally appeared.

Li Jiusheng and the Thousand-Year Sword God of the Old Land stood before the waterfall, gazing into the distance.

"Senior, can you still unleash an Ancestor's strike?" Li Jiusheng asked.

"By burning all my essence, spirit, and energy, I can!" the Thousand-Year Sword God of the Old Land nodded, then added with regret, "When I created the Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique, there was a ultimate move I never had the chance to use. My thoughts have been intermittent over the years, and when I was conscious, I was comprehending this sword strike. To this day, it has reached perfection."

"Are you going to destroy Luochuan Sect?" Li Jiusheng asked expectantly.

"I only wish to rescue my wife. She was implicated by me and has been suppressed by Luochuan Sect for four hundred years. With this sword, I will rescue her," the Thousand-Year Sword God of the Old Land said earnestly.

"But I don't have a sword!" Li Jiusheng shook his head.

"Don't be bound by form. All things in heaven and earth can be a sword, even the Dao essence and laws you comprehend can be a sword. Close your eyes!" the Thousand-Year Sword God of the Old Land said to Li Jiusheng.

Li Jiusheng took a deep breath and then closed his eyes.

Instantly, a consciousness appeared in his mind, controlling his body.

Li Jiusheng felt like a stranger, watching his own body.

"Watch carefully, this sword strike will be very cool!"

The voice of the Old Land's Sword God echoed in his heart.

Li Jiusheng then saw his body begin to draw his sword. Between heaven and earth, Spiritual Energy boiled like rain, falling with a swish, transforming into brilliant Spiritual Energy particles. These then gathered together, becoming a long sword.

This sword, drawn by the Old Land's Sword God, was unleashed.

BOOM!!!

The next second, Sword energy surged like a tide. In the dawn sky, a giant sword formed from countless light particles spanned heaven and earth, moving at incredible speed. Wherever it passed, the sky was split open by a terrifying abyss, dazzling and horrifying.

Within this sword, Dao Rhyme churned, Sword energy roared, thunder struck with immense force, and an invincible intent...

At this moment, countless people's hearts pounded, and they looked up in shock at the terrifying scene in the sky, so stunned they could barely maintain their sanity.