Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique's Past and Present

Emperor Wu of Zhou was different from birth. It was said that when he was born, nine True Dragons circled in the sky. Nearby people spread fantastical tales, which soon reached the cultivation sects on the mountain. Some Taoists descended the mountain to personally examine his bones and test his talent.

To the outside world, the Taoists said Emperor Wu of Zhou's talent was average.

Internally, the Taoists immediately took Emperor Wu of Zhou as their disciple.

Thus, Emperor Wu of Zhou embarked on the path of cultivation. His talent was peerless; he picked up anything he practiced extremely quickly, and his cultivation progressed steadily. The entire sect, from elders to the Sect Master, placed great hopes on him, believing he was the hope for revitalizing the Luochuan Sect. This also fostered his arrogant and overbearing personality, where he felt he was unrivaled.

After decades of cultivation, Emperor Wu of Zhou was not content with the Luochuan Sect and chose to descend the mountain to roam the jianghu.

From then on, the cultivation world began a period of bloody storms.

Emperor Wu of Zhou was powerful, astonishingly talented, and vengeful. He killed his way through, making countless enemies, yet always managed to escape unscathed. This continued until he met that young man wielding a sword. It was the first time in Emperor Wu of Zhou's life that he had not defeated his opponent.

This became his inner demon.

He followed the path of dominance, seeing everyone else as mere defeated opponents. Afterward, he regarded this person as a grave threat. Every time his cultivation improved, he would challenge him, but each encounter ended in a draw. On several occasions, Emperor Wu of Zhou even felt he was on the verge of defeat, which made him increasingly gloomy, vowing to eliminate this sword practitioner.

He began to befriend him, persuading him with genuine sincerity. The two exchanged knowledge, verifying each other's ultimate techniques. However, Emperor Wu of Zhou always held something back, believing the other person would do the same, as no one would treat a stranger with complete sincerity.

In the years that followed, Emperor Wu of Zhou encountered a life-and-death tribulation. He sought help everywhere, but no one came to his aid.

At the brink of death, the sword practitioner rushed to his side and helped him drive away his mortal enemy.

This event moved Emperor Wu of Zhou somewhat, but it did not shake his resolve to kill the sword practitioner.

Afterward, the sword practitioner was going to marry into the Demon Race of the Outer Domain and even invited him. Emperor Wu of Zhou knew this was an excellent opportunity. He secretly allied with the major Taoist sects, spread the news, and, along with a group of experts, quietly arrived on the day of the wedding.

By then, he had secretly broken through to the Ancestor Realm. He knew the opponent had not broken through, and what he thought was a sure thing turned sour at the last moment. The sword practitioner unleashed a sword strike at him. The newly ascended Emperor Wu of Zhou chose to meet it head-on, but this single strike shattered his Ancestor Realm foundation.

From then on, everything seemed to change.

He, who had always had a smooth journey, was forced into seclusion for a hundred years. After a century, he emerged, intending to eliminate the prodigy of an opposing force. To prevent any accidents, he descended in person, only to find that the opponent was as tenacious and outstanding as the sword practitioner from years ago. Another sword strike shattered his Ancestor Realm foundation once more.

This time, he nurtured himself for a very, very long time.

But before he could emerge, the remnant soul of the sword practitioner, across a vast distance, unleashed a sword strike at him, shattering his Ancestor Realm foundation yet again.

Emperor Wu of Zhou's eyes were bloodshot; the rage in his heart could not be washed away even by all the waters of the five lakes and four seas.

He needed to recover quickly. Coincidentally, he heard of ruins appearing near Shangqing Palace, containing fresh Grandmaster Pure Land. Emperor Wu of Zhou did not hesitate to possess a dying elder from his sect, attaching part of his Primordial spirit to his body. He rushed to the location, silently infiltrated the ruins, took nothing but the Grandmaster Pure Land, and intended to leave quietly. However, he was discovered by the Sect Master of Shangqing Palace, Li Qingshan, forcing him to self-destruct his physical body to escape.

At this moment, this part of his Primordial spirit could no longer withstand any damage. He needed to find a vessel as soon as possible. Shangqing Palace was tens of thousands of miles away from the Luochuan Sect. He could only return by possessing a body.

The old man before him was the best target.

"After so much bad luck, it's time for my fortune to turn," Emperor Wu of Zhou's Primordial spirit prayed inwardly. He pounced, directly charging into the old man's body.

Boom!

Li Jiusheng was gazing into the distance, lost in thought, when he suddenly felt his body being impacted by a cold, sinister force. He jolted violently, his mind momentarily dazed. A seductive voice echoed in his ears.

"You are very tired, give up. Don't resist, just fall asleep obediently. When you wake up, you will become an immortal."

The voice carried a strong hypnotic quality, seeming to lull Li Jiusheng to sleep, telling him he could achieve immortality by sleeping.

"Scram!" But Li Jiusheng's Primordial spirit had been meditating day and night on the Deep Nether Hell and the Earth Store's Original Vows, tempered to near transparency, reaching Pure Yang consciousness. How could he be swayed by this petty voice into falling asleep?

"Someone is trying to possess me!" Li Jiusheng immediately sensed something was wrong. He quickly sat cross-legged, mobilizing his consciousness power, and simultaneously activated the Earth Store's Original Vows, manifesting a Shura Purgatory within his sea of consciousness.

Although he had not yet refined his Pure Yang consciousness or formed a Primordial spirit, Li Jiusheng had long practiced the Earth Store's Original Vows, which still played a role.

A portion of Emperor Wu of Zhou's Primordial spirit was immense. Upon entering Li Jiusheng's body, it immediately surged towards his brain, intending to seize his consciousness space.

But when Emperor Wu of Zhou's Primordial spirit entered Li Jiusheng's consciousness space, it was met with a Deep Nether Hell and a Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Boom!

In the world of consciousness, the Deep Nether Hell immediately suppressed it. The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva also chanted Buddhist verses, intending to transmigrate Emperor Wu of Zhou.

"Damn it, why does this old Grandmaster's sea of consciousness contain something so terrifying?" Emperor Wu of Zhou's portion of Primordial spirit was greatly alarmed, sensing something was wrong, but it was already too late.

As the Deep Nether Hell descended, his portion of Primordial spirit could only endure it head-on, otherwise, it would have to cut off its tail and flee. His Primordial spirit, already having lost most of its energy from the explosion of his body, had to cut off its tail to survive again. If this happened, Emperor Wu of Zhou's remnant soul would truly dissipate into the heavens and earth.

He could only fight to the death.

"Charge!"

Emperor Wu of Zhou's portion of Primordial spirit directly transformed into a long sword and then slashed fiercely.

Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique!

He knew this sword technique too. Back then, when he debated with the swordsman, the swordsman had taught him wholeheartedly. Emperor Wu of Zhou had learned it early on, but he felt the swordsman must have hidden something from him, that this sword technique was not complete, so he had never delved deeply into it.

At this moment, he was forced by circumstances. This portion of his Primordial spirit could not unleash any effective attacks, so it could only become a single strike.

"You are Emperor Wu of Zhou!"

"How dare you use the True Sect's sword technique?"

"Shameless wretch!"

"Take this sword!"

Li Jiusheng recognized the sword technique and was instantly enraged. How could a scoundrel like Emperor Wu of Zhou have the audacity to use the sword technique of the Thousand-Year Sword God of the Old Land?

Without hesitation, within his own consciousness space, he also unleashed that sword strike.

This sword strike he unleashed was one that the Thousand-Year Sword God of the Old Land had comprehended after spending several hundred years in a daze within the void.

This very sword strike was the one that had severed the foundation of Emperor Wu of Zhou's cultivation back then.

Within Li Jiusheng's consciousness, the two Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Techniques clashed.

BOOM!

With a deafening roar, Emperor Wu of Zhou's Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique instantly collapsed, utterly unable to withstand Li Jiusheng's strike.

It even annihilated Emperor Wu of Zhou's remnant soul.

At the final moment, Emperor Wu of Zhou's remnant soul roared with deep unwillingness, "I knew that swordsman was lying to me. He never considered me a friend. The Sword Dao he taught me was held back."