Chaos Shatters Harmony Dao, One Sword Suppresses Two Venerables

The harmonious scent of the green meadow still lingered in the air, a scent that combined the gentleness of Primordial Chaos with the sharpness of swords, leaving a faint glow on every blade of grass.

The Sword Grass, bathed in the Primordial Chaos light, had just straightened up, the sword-shaped patterns on its leaves still shimmering gently, as if savoring the warmth of the resonance between the swords and blades.

At that moment, the sword-shaped jade bracelet on the Sword Ancestor's wrist suddenly burst forth with a dazzling, bright white light. The light broke through the surrounding harmonious atmosphere and shot straight into the sky, dyeing half of the clouds a bright white.

That light was not the gentle glow that had resonated with the sword intent before, but rather a sharp and fierce aura that had been accumulated over ninety thousand years of swordsmanship, so intense that people dared not look directly at it.

The remnant soul of the Flowing Cloud Sword swirled wildly inside the jade bracelet, as if its dormant power had been awakened. Strands of shimmering white Sword Qi overflowed from the remnant soul, circling within the jade bracelet.

These Sword Qi precisely captured the fragments of "Slaying Dao" that the Saber God had previously scattered throughout the world—those fragments carried the roughness of the Western Desert winds and sands, and still retained the fierceness of the "Sky-Splitting" Blade. At this moment, they were all enveloped by the Sword Qi and pulled back into the jade bracelet.

Sword Ancestor used his 90,000 years of "Heaven and Earth Sword Intent" as a foundation, and fused the remnant soul of the Flowing Cloud Sword with the fragments of "Slaying Dao" inside the jade bracelet. As a result, dense and intertwined patterns began to appear on the surface of the jade bracelet.

The sword patterns are as vigorous as the rock veins of Myriad Ren Sword Peak, each line bearing the traces of the Gale Wind of the sword peak, revealing a sharpness that pierces the sky; the blade patterns are as rough as the wind and sand of the Western Desert, each stroke carrying the intensity of the Gobi sun, concealing the strength to shatter mountains and rivers.

The two Dao Patterns intertwine and interlock, as if engaged in a silent battle, or as if searching for a path to fit together, ultimately condensing into a half-illusory, half-real sword shadow on the surface of the jade bracelet.

The blade of the sword shadow gleamed with a mixture of gold and white light. The gold represented the intensity of the saber's way, while the white represented the sharpness of the sword's way. The two lights intertwined without conflict or compromise, which was the prototype of the "Harmony Dao Sword" that the Sword Ancestor had pondered for many days.

Almost simultaneously, the Saber-Sword Wonder Grass in the Saber God's hand also trembled violently, the stem of the herb being pulled into a taut arc by the force, as if it would break at any moment.

The two words "Zhan" and "Rong" on the petals suddenly separated from the grass stems and turned into two wisps of red gold sword energy. The sword energy carried the residual warmth of the "World-Burning Sword" and concealed the true meaning of "Zhan Dao", wrapping around the fingertips of the sword god like a living spiritual snake.

The Saber Qi danced around his fingertips, leaving a faint burning sensation, as if awakening the dormant Saber Essence within him, or guiding him in the direction of fusing with the power of swords and blades.

Beneath the ground, the fragments of the "Sky-Splitting" sword, shattered earlier, were still scattered in the soil. Each fragment emitted a faint golden light, which was the remnant of the "Sky-Splitting" sword's intent over ninety thousand years, a mark of the Saber God's lifelong Dao Path.

At this moment, these blade fragments were drawn out of the ground by the crimson-gold Saber Qi at his fingertips, carrying the moisture of the soil, and swirled in a circle above the Saber God's palm, forming a golden vortex.

The Saber God clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. The Saber Essence within his body surged wildly through his arm, flowing into the vortex of sword particles in his palm like a rushing river.

The crimson-gold Saber Qi intertwined with the shimmering white sword intent sensed from the Sword Ancestor, infusing into the blade particles. The tiny blade particles began to emit a scorching light, rapidly fusing together to transform into a ball of golden liquid.

The liquid was continuously reforged and shaped in the palm of the Saber God, and the curvature of the blade and the patterns on the hilt gradually became clear, eventually solidifying into a weapon that was half sword and half knife.

The blade of the weapon is as sharp and curved as a knife, its arc as perfect as the crescent moon on the Western Desert horizon. With a gentle swing, the sound of the Western Desert winds howling can be heard, carrying the power to shatter everything. The spine is as straight as a sword, its lines as sharp as the ridge of Myriad Ren Sword Peak. With a touch of the fingertip, one can feel the fierce Gale Wind of the sword peak, concealing the sharpness to pierce through everything.

The weapon is covered with layers of blade and sword marks. Each blade mark contains the secrets of the "Heaven Burning Saber Manual", and each sword mark is engraved with the true meaning of the "Heaven and Earth Sword Scripture". Even the finest lines contain the Daoist rhyme of "the Saber-Sword Complementarity". It is the "Severing and Merging Slaying Harmony Saber" that the Saber God forged after comprehending the "merging of blade and sword".

"Ren Xiaoyao!" The Sword Ancestor stepped forward, the grass beneath his feet slightly sinking under the pressure of his sword intent, Harmony Dao Sword gently touched the void.

The ground instantly cracked open, creating a fissure half a foot deep. The edge of the fissure was both as smooth as a sword cleavage, with a cut so smooth that it reflected a person's image, and as rough as a knife cut, with fine soil fragments hidden inside, as if demonstrating the dual power of his "Harmony Dao Sword".

"You say swords and sabers coexist, but if you haven't even reached the ultimate level of 'harmony with the Dao,' how do you know that so-called 'coexistence' isn't a compromise with the true path of swords and sabers?" The Sword Ancestor's voice carried the persistence of guarding the peak for ninety thousand years, and every word revealed his adherence to the Dao of the sword.

The sword marks on his Daoist robe also lit up at this moment, with streaks of shimmering white light overflowing from them, echoing the light of the Harmony Dao Sword, forming a faint light shield around him.

The arrogance of guarding the peak for ninety thousand years was re-condensed at this moment. It was the confidence of having seen countless storms and slain countless powerful enemies. Even the air around him became stagnant because of this sword intent, making it difficult to breathe.

The Saber God followed closely behind, his Slaying Harmony Saber pointing diagonally at the ground. As the blade sliced through the grass, the blades seemed to sense the weapon's majesty, scattering to the sides and leaving a shallow mark.

Saber Qi and sword intent overflowed from the Slaying Harmony Saber, weaving into a huge net in the air. The mesh of the net shimmered with gold and white light. The gold represented the blade's strength, and the white represented the sword's sharpness. The two lights complemented each other, enveloping the entire green grass, as if to cut off all of Ren Xiaoyao's escape routes.

"You deflected my three strikes before because I hadn't grasped the principles of the Dao and was unwilling to accept defeat; today, I come out with the Sword Ancestor to ask you for guidance on this ' Saber Sword Harmony Dao '!" The Saber God's voice carried the roughness of the Gobi Desert winds and sand, as if countless grains of sand were rolling in his throat, yet it was exceptionally firm.

His eyes burned with a determined light, the persistence of Martial Artist in the pursuit of the Great Dao, the desire to see the boundaries of his own Dao Path: "If you can still win, we two will completely submit to you, and from then on, we will have no more doubts and will willingly follow you to comprehend this Chaos Dao!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Sword Ancestor had already made his move. His movements were so fast that they were just a blur, and his ninety thousand years of sword cultivation were on full display at this moment.

When the Harmony Dao Sword cleaved through the void, it produced a sharp, piercing sound, as if it were Sky-Rending Strike, or as if a sword and a knife were roaring simultaneously, exuding a chilling power.

The blade conceals the sharpness of the Gale Wind of the Myriad Ren Sword Peak, winds that have blown for ninety thousand years, capable of flattening rocks and cutting through clouds; it also carries the ferocity of the sandstorms of the Western Desert Saber Domain, sands that have swirled for ninety thousand years, capable of grinding metal and Devour Vitality.

In the instant the sword shadow flashed, three blade beams suddenly shot out from it. The blade beams were as red as fire, one to the left, one to the right, and one in front, forming a triangle that subtly blocked Ren Xiaoyao's retreat, leaving him with no way to avoid it.

Each thrust was like a sword and blade striking simultaneously, the sword's piercing and the blade's slashing landing at the same time. The ground was crisscrossed with sword and blade marks, forming a network of ravines. The lingering Sword Qi and Saber Qi in these ravines still shredded the surrounding grass and leaves.

The Sword Grass and Chaos Moss in the grass were pressed firmly to the ground by this power of merging with the Dao. Even the leaves dared not tremble easily, as if the slightest movement would be crushed by this power. The originally bright patterns on the grass leaves also dimmed a bit, losing their former vitality.

The Saber God ascended into the sky on his Saber Qi Saber Qi, which transformed into a crimson-gold cloud. The cloud was thick enough to support his weight, carrying him slowly up to a height of a hundred feet, where he could take in the entire scene of the green grassland.

He gripped the hilt of the Slaying Harmony Saber with both hands, the muscles in his arms bulging with effort. Ninety thousand years of Saber Essence circulated wildly within his body, surging into the blade through his arms, causing the Slaying Harmony Saber to gleam with a dazzling golden light.

With a sudden downward swing, three blades of light, half sword and half blade, flew out from the blade. The blades spun in the air, as if adjusting their angles, before quickly reforming and transforming into a giant weapon a hundred feet long.

The blade of the giant weapon is like a crescent moon, gleaming with a cold light that can reflect a person's shadow and has the sharpness to cut through everything; its spine is like a lightning bolt, exuding the sharpness of a sword that can pierce through the clouds and contains the power to penetrate metal and stone.

This colossal weapon possesses both the piercing power of a sword, capable of soaring into the sky and piercing through the earth, and the slashing might of a blade, capable of shattering mountains and rivers and cleaving the universe. Just looking at it is enough to make one's heart tremble.

As the giant soldier fell, even the surrounding sea of clouds was stirred up and churned. The originally calm clouds became chaotic, as if stirred by an invisible hand, forming a huge vortex.

Dark purple Thunder Clouds gathered again from the horizon, flashing with blinding lightning. Bolts of lightning flowed along the patterns on the giant weapon, as if drawn by its power, and condensed into a huge ball of lightning at its top.

The lightning sphere contained World-Destroying Power. With each flash, it caused the surrounding air to tremble violently, as if to help this giant weapon completely shatter the Primordial Chaos and destroy Ren Xiaoyao's Dao Path.

Ren Xiaoyao stood still, watching the incoming power of Dao Integration, his eyes showing no ripples, as if the attack before him was nothing more than a gentle breeze that could not cause the slightest disturbance.

His demeanor was as composed as if he were admiring the scenery. The Chaos Aura around him remained gentle, yet it exuded a calm and all-encompassing presence, as if he could handle any attack with ease.

He slowly raised his hand, the movement so slow it was as if he were caressing the air. At this moment, the Chaos Current around him began to surge, no longer the soft Gray Mist, but transforming into streaks of gray-gold light.

These streams of light seemed to have a life of their own, swirling and intertwining in the air. Each stream contained the inclusiveness of Primordial Chaos and the order of heaven and earth. They intertwined and constantly condensed, eventually forming a three-foot-long Light Sword in his hand.

The Light Sword's blade is a unique gray of Primordial Chaos, a gray that is not dull but rather radiates a soft light that embraces all things, as if it can accept all power and neutralize all sharpness; the hilt is white, the white of the Heaven and Earth Order and earth, engraved with fine cloud patterns, each cloud pattern exuding a natural rhythm, as if in sync with heaven and earth.

The sword is engraved with fragments of the "Heaven and Earth Sword Scripture," whose ancient characters shimmer with a luminous white light, each character containing the true essence of the sword path; it is also entwined with the characters of the "Heaven Burning Saber Manual," the crimson-gold characters intertwined with the sword scripture characters, each stroke revealing the profound meaning of the blade path. It is the "Chaos Harmony Dao Sword" that Ren Xiaoyao condensed after comprehending the "True Meaning of Saber-Sword Fusion and blade."

"Your 'Harmony with the Dao' is merely a simple addition of the power of swords and blades, similar in form but different in spirit, ultimately separated by a layer; while true 'fusion' is the Unity of swords and blades, allowing the sharpness of the sword and the hardness of the blade to return to Primordial Chaos, inseparable, coexisting and prospering together, this is the true essence of the Great Dao." Ren Xiaoyao's voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry a certain Demonic Power, piercing through the roar of clashing swords and blades, clearly reaching the ears of the Sword Ancestor and the Saber God, causing them to pause slightly.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the Sword Ancestor's Harmony Dao Sword arrived before him, the golden-white light on its blade almost touching Ren Xiaoyao's clothes, carrying a world-destroying power.

Ren Xiaoyao flicked his wrist lightly, his movements as fluid as flowing water. He gently flicked the Chaos Harmony Dao Sword, a seemingly casual movement that carried an Invisible Power. This force was not a forceful resistance, but rather a natural guidance.

Sword Ancestor felt the Harmony Dao Sword in his hand suddenly drawn away by a gentle yet irresistible suction force. The blade grazed Ren Xiaoyao's clothes, lost its target, and fell heavily to the ground, only stirring up a few pebbles. It didn't even deepen the ditch in the ground. His 90,000 years of sword intent seemed to have hit cotton, having no effect whatsoever.

At the same time, the giant soldier overhead pressed down, its enormous shadow completely enveloping Ren Xiaoyao. The lightning orb atop the giant soldier flashed with blinding light, ready to explode at any moment, unleashing devastating Thunder Force.

Ren Xiaoyao raised his hand and held the Chaos Harmony Dao Sword upright in front of him, his movements calm and unhurried, as if he were facing not a colossal weapon capable of shattering heaven and earth, but an ordinary object.

The Chaos Current on the sword and the sword-shaped characters lit up simultaneously. Gray-gold light overflowed from the sword and spread rapidly, instantly forming a gray-gold light shield. The shield had both Primordial Chaos patterns, a symbol of all-encompassing nature, and the marks of swords, proof of fused power, exuding an aura of all-encompassing and all-resolving power.

When the giant weapon struck the light shield, everyone expected to hear a deafening collision and witness the collapse of heaven and earth. However, the reality was quite the opposite—there was no roar, no tremor, and the giant weapon melted away as quickly as ice and snow meeting the Warm Sun.

The Saber Qi and sword intent that constituted the giant soldier were dismantled and assimilated by the Chaos Current the moment they came into contact with the light shield. The originally sharp Saber Qi lost its edge and became as gentle as a spring breeze; the sharp sword intent lost its sharpness and became as soft as flowing water.

Ultimately, these Saber Qi and sword intents transformed into tiny particles of light, falling like stars onto the grass. Each particle of light shimmered with a faint grayish-gold hue, restoring vitality to the once dull blades of grass.

Even the lightning in the Thunder Clouds was drawn to the Chaos Harmony Dao Sword by the Chaos Current, no longer carrying the world-destroying power, but instead becoming docile, slowly flowing along the patterns on the sword's body, and finally transforming into a light purple pattern engraved on the blade, giving the sword a bit more of the power of thunder, yet without losing the gentleness of Primordial Chaos.

Sword Ancestor and Saber God felt a powerful force flowing through their weapons. The force was not offensive, but rather oppressive, as if a mountain was pressing down on their hearts, making it hard for them to breathe.

The Harmony Dao Sword and the Slaying Harmony Saber began to tremble slightly, and fine cracks appeared on the sword and blade patterns on the weapons. The cracks increased, as if they were about to break apart at any moment, and even the weapons themselves were groaning under the strain.

That was their proud power of Dao Integration, the culmination of their life's cultivation. But now it was being suppressed by Ren Xiaoyao's Chaos Power. For every moment they persisted, a portion of their Dao Origin would be drawn away, as if an invisible vortex was absorbing their power.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" The Sword Ancestor gritted his teeth and exerted his strength, the veins on his arms bulging and fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead. He tried to pull the Harmony Dao Sword back from the entanglement of the Chaos Current, but found that the blade seemed to be welded to the void, not moving an inch.

The more effort he exerted, the faster the power of the Saber Sword Harmony Dao within his body dissipated. The sword marks on his Daoist robe began to dim, and the originally bright white light gradually became weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment. His ninety thousand years of sword cultivation seemed so powerless at this moment.

Seeing this, the Saber God's eyes flashed with a ruthless glint. He knew this was his last chance. If he retreated now, he would never be able to see the truth of the Great Dao again and would be trapped in the bottleneck of "merging with the Dao" for the rest of his life.

He poured all the Dao Origin in his body into the Slaying Harmony Saber, releasing even the sword intent he had accumulated over the years without reservation, and even burning his own Essence Blood, all to make the Slaying Harmony Saber unleash even greater power.

The giant weapon in the air condensed once more, this time even more powerful than before. The Saber Qi and sword intent intertwined more tightly, almost merging into one. Even the surrounding space was distorted by this power, with fine cracks appearing, as if it would collapse at any moment. The entire world trembled at the power of this giant weapon.

Ren Xiaoyao merely swung the Chaos Harmony Dao Sword lightly, his movements still composed and without the slightest haste. A gray-gold sword light flew out from the blade, the light not dazzling, but carrying an unparalleled Daoist charm.

The moment the sword light flashed, the giant weapon was cleaved in two. There was no earth-shattering sound, only the faint cracking sound of the giant weapon disintegrating. The giant weapon turned into countless tiny particles of light, which scattered on the grass and merged with the previous particles of light.

The sword light, its momentum undiminished, grazed past the Saber God's Slaying Harmony Saber. It didn't injure the Saber God's hand, but it did shave off a layer of the thick calluses on his wrist from years of wielding the sword, leaving a shallow white mark. The white mark still retained a Primordial Chaos aura, as if reminding him of the difference in power.

Then the sword light turned towards the Sword Ancestor without the slightest pause. The sword patterns on the Harmony Dao Sword shattered the moment they came into contact with the sword light. With a crisp "crack," the blade broke in two, and the broken part still retained a gray-gold Chaos Aura, unable to gather any more power.

Sword Ancestor and Saber God were simultaneously sent flying backward, their bodies arcing through the air before crashing heavily into the grass. They smashed two shallow craters into the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of blood that stained the grass red, the red tinged with the chaotic aura of Dao Origin.

The broken blade of the Harmony Dao Sword and the Slaying Harmony Saber fell to the ground with a dull thud. The sword Saber Qi and sword intent on the weapons quickly dissipated, like smoke blown away by the wind. The originally brilliant light dimmed, and in the end, they were just ordinary iron blades and wooden handles, without any trace of Daoist charm, no different from ordinary weapons.

They slowly sat up, supporting themselves on the ground. Their arms were still trembling slightly, their Dao Origin was in complete disarray, and even their breathing became rapid. Yet, they still raised their heads and looked at the still dazzling Chaos Harmony Dao Sword in Ren Xiaoyao's hand.

The fighting spirit and resentment were gone from his eyes, replaced by complete relief, as if he had finally untied a knot that had troubled him for years and seen the limitations of his own Dao Path.

Sword Ancestor raised his hand and picked up the broken sword. His fingertips brushed against the lingering Chaos Aura on the blade. The aura gently enveloped his fingertips, without any aggression, yet carrying an enlightening power, as if softly telling him: The true way of the sword is never to simply superimpose two forces and forcibly piece them together, but to let the sword and the blade merge into Primordial Chaos, accepting each other in inclusiveness and becoming one, without distinction between them. This is the complete way.

The Saber God sheathed his Slaying Harmony Saber, gently stroking the blade and sensing the Daoist aura that had vanished from the weapon. He felt no loss, but rather a greater sense of clarity. He looked at Ren Xiaoyao, bowed deeply, his movements respectful and sincere, without the slightest reluctance.

"Only today do I truly understand that your Chaos Dao is the true Great Path, a Path that can encompass all things and integrate everything. Previously, we were fixated on 'union,' forgetting the true meaning of 'fusion,' only knowing how to add, not understanding Unity."

"We were too narrow-minded, trapped in the obsession with the opposition of swords and blades." The Saber God's voice was slightly hoarse, yet exceptionally clear. "From this day forward, the Saber God is willing to relinquish the past obsession of 'cutting down everything,' and will stay by your side, focusing on comprehending the principles of the Chaos Harmony Dao, never daring to slacken in the slightest, only seeking to glimpse the complete picture of the Great Dao."

Sword Ancestor slowly rose, sheathing the broken sword inside his Daoist robe. The Chaos Aura on the broken sword resonated gently with the sword marks on the robe, losing its sharpness but gaining a touch of warmth. He gazed at Ren Xiaoyao, his eyes devoid of the arrogance of a guardian of the peak, replaced only by awe for the new Dao Path: "For ninety thousand years I have guarded Sword Peak, always believing that ' Heaven and Earth as the Scabbard ' was the ultimate sword path. Only today do I realize that a sword path that can contain the blade and the Primordial Chaos is the truly boundless path. I too wish to walk alongside you, fellow Daoist, integrating this True Intention of 'fusion' into my sword intent, and forging a new sword path."

Ren Xiaoyao gently raised his hand, Chaos Harmony Dao Sword transformed into a gray-gold stream of energy, flowing slowly into his body like water. There were no unusual phenomena, but the surrounding Chaos Aura gradually dissipated, revealing the original appearance of the green grass.

The Sword Grass and Chaos Moss that had been bent by the power of the Dao now stretched out their leaves again, and the patterns on the grass leaves lit up again. The bright white of the sword patterns and the gray light of the Chaos Moss intertwined, no longer in confrontation, but in harmonious coexistence.

A few blades of grass stained with blood, nourished by the Chaos Aura, gradually faded from red and returned to emerald green, even more vibrant than before. The leaves also gained a touch of gray-gold Daoist charm, as if they were a gift after being baptized by this battle.

He gazed at the Sword Ancestor and the Saber God before him, his eyes gentle yet imbued with the weight of the Dao, and said softly, "The Dao has no limits. Today's crushing victory is not to prove who is stronger or weaker, nor is it to crush your Dao Heart."

"I just want you to see clearly that the True Intention of 'integration' is never to deny the past, but to embrace more possibilities on the basis of the original Dao Path —the sharpness of the sword does not have to give way to the hardness of the knife, nor does the hardness of the knife have to reject the sharpness of the sword. They should find a balance in the Primordial Chaos and coexist and prosper together."

"This is not the end of your Dao Path, but the starting point for you to break through bottlenecks and step into a wider world. We will explore the road ahead together. We may encounter new challenges, but as long as we uphold the word 'inclusiveness,' we will not stray from the right path."

Just then, sunlight pierced through the clouds, its golden light gently falling on the three of them. It was no longer as intense as before, but carried a warm power, illuminating their figures and also the Sword Grass and Chaos Moss that had sprouted anew in the grass.

This time, the sword and blade patterns on the grass blades intertwined completely with the Chaos Current. Gray-gold light flowed slowly across the blades. The sharpness of the sword, the hardness of the blade, and the inclusiveness of Primordial Chaos no longer had clear boundaries. They finally merged into one, becoming indistinguishable from one another, as if the grass itself had become a microcosm of "Chaos Harmony Dao".