A Moment of Enlightenment, the Eleventh Realm!

The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi converged wildly, transforming into a surging vortex that surrounded Qin Wangchuan.

His aura surged, and his dormant spiritual sea suddenly boiled and then expanded—

Eleventh Realm - Nirvana Realm!

The breakthrough from the Tenth Realm to the Eleventh Realm often requires finding a specific opportunity.

Ordinary Prodigy would need several years, or even more than a decade, just to find this opportunity.

But Qin Wangchuan did it with ease.

The golden pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth was like a divine sword that Heaven-Opening sky, tearing a brilliant rift in the darkness.

The clouds within a radius of a thousand miles were stirred up by the violent Spiritual Qi, forming a huge vortex, with the Heaven-Piercing Light Pillar at the center of the vortex.

The Spiritual Qi of the entire Middle Thousand Provinces stirred at this moment, and countless powerful figures from various sects were awakened from their seclusion, their Divine Sense sweeping out.

They attempted to investigate this sudden and unusual Heaven and Earth Phenomenon.

The Immortal Bone and the pendant given by the Second Brother perfectly blocked all the probes, and even brought backlash to many people.

Those Wen Dao Palace looked up in astonishment.

"Who broke through to a higher realm with such a grand display? Much bigger than in my previous life..."

"Look! There seems to be a dragon's shadow swirling within that pillar of light!"

"No! It's not just a dragon..." Xiao Yun stared at the dragon's shadow, and suddenly the memory of the Demonic Blade within his body flashed through his mind, "That's... Five-Clawed True Dragon!"

The entire Wen Dao Palace instantly erupted in excitement.

Deep within the Wen Dao Palace, the Vermilion Brush in Yin Qiyue's hand snapped in two with a crack.

She suddenly stood up, her sleeve flipping over the teacups on the table, spilling the fine Spiritual Tea all over the floor, but she didn't even notice.

"This aura..."

Yin Qiyue's slender fingers trembled uncontrollably, and her usually aloof eyes stirred with emotion.

She walked towards the palace gate almost instinctively, her steps faster than her thoughts.

Outside the door, everyone gathered as if by prior arrangement.

Luo Lingxi, dressed in pristine white, stared blankly in the direction of the pillar of light.

Xu Qing held a Wooden Sword, sweat beading on his forehead. He had just finished teaching, and his excitement was palpable.

As for Chen Yan, although he knew how terrifying that aura was, he didn't know why everyone had gathered there. He just subconsciously sensed something was wrong and followed them.

But the next moment he understood why.

"It's the Young Master's aura... The Young Master has arrived!"

The unanimous calls echoed under the eaves.

Yin Qiyue's red lips parted slightly, her voice trembling slightly. "Prepare the Flying Ship!"

She suddenly raised her voice, "Set off immediately to greet the Young Master!"

Chen Yan's fingers trembled slightly upon hearing this.

Finally, we're finally going to meet!

Thousands of miles away from the Wen Dao Palace lies an Immortal Dwelling Town, revered as Holy Land by countless cultivators.

The auspicious clouds that had been lingering all day suddenly surged, and the sound of unhurried footsteps echoed from the White Jade steps.

A young man dressed in a plain white robe slowly walked out of the cave abode. Wherever he went, the cultivators along the way knelt down and paid their respects.

"Welcome back, Your Holy Lord, upon your return!"

The young man had a handsome face and was surrounded by an ethereal aura.

He looked up at the golden pillar of light that had torn the sky apart, a ripple appearing in his eyes.

"This aura... seems somewhat familiar."

An old man behind him stepped forward excitedly. "Your Holy Lord, could such a Heaven and Earth Phenomenon be the appearance of a supreme treasure?"

"Secret Treasure? No..." The young man chuckled and shook his head, his five fingers slowly closing inside his sleeve. "It's more like someone's breakthrough."

"But no matter which one it is, you should go and see it."

After saying that, he looked in the direction of the Wen Dao Palace, his tone quite helpless. "Also, I was only gone for a short time, and when I came back, there was a sect next door... the Wen Dao Palace..."

"Within ten thousand miles lies the territory of Yu Zhenjun. They are treating me as nothing."

"It's time to punish them."

In the Pang Family courtyard of Qingmu Town.

Myriad Star Pavilion is still counting down.

"Five!"

"Four!"

He considered himself to be nothing more than two ants, so he counted very slowly, hoping to see more despair in the mother and child.

However, the next moment-

"Senior brother!"

One person stared at the pillar of light outside the courtyard for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Myriad Star Pavilion's countdown suddenly caught in his throat, and even the Spiritual Power he had gathered dissipated.

He looked up abruptly and saw the Heaven-Piercing Light Pillar outside the courtyard right in front of him. A violent Spiritual Energy Storm swept towards him like a knife, making his brocade robes flutter and his skin sting.

"A Great Power has broken through here!"

A flicker of panic crossed Myriad Star Pavilion's eyes. Forgetting about continuing the countdown, he reached out to grab Mother Pang: "Take her away first!"

"Put my mother down!"

A stubborn figure suddenly blocked their way.

Freed from his restraints, Pang Jie stood in front of the crowd, clutching a Crimson Fire Talisman in his hand—the very one he had bought from Qin Wangchuan.

Blood trickled from the corner of the boy's mouth, but he didn't have time to wipe it away. His eyes held a resolute determination to risk everything. "You won't get away with this..."

"Throw away that useless thing."

A clear, cold voice came from behind.

Before Pang Jie could react, the Fire Talisman in his hand had been snatched away.

Qin Wangchuan had appeared behind him unnoticed and tossed him gently.

Just a glance.

"Laugh!"

That powerful Fire Talisman was easily sliced in two like a piece of waste paper, and floated lightly to the ground.

"Learn swordsmanship."

Qin Wangchuan's voice was calm, yet it caused the temperature in the courtyard to drop sharply.

He ignored Myriad Star Pavilion and lowered his head to ask Pang Jie, "Do you want to become stronger?"

Pang Jie, still unaware of what was happening, nodded subconsciously as he looked at the golden light flickering in the Little Immortal's eyes.

"Then let's learn swordsmanship."

As he spoke, Qin Wangchuan suddenly realized the wonder of Karma Reincarnation.

When I first met Heavenly Emperor Li in Qixia Town, he said the same thing to me.

At that time, I just felt that what the other person was saying was extremely strange, and I couldn't even figure it out.

Only now do I understand what he meant.

The cause-and-effect relationship is now complete.

"The Great Dao of the world are as numerous as the stars, and all the arts and crafts of the Mortal World, including talismans and ingenious techniques, are ultimately external barriers."

"Only the sword can sever cause and effect and break destiny."

"The Sword User..."

Under the moonlight, Qin Wangchuan's profile was as cold and aloof as jade, yet it exuded an indescribable confidence and arrogance. He paused slightly, not launching into a lengthy discourse like Senior Li had, but instead condensing his insights into a single phrase containing supreme sword principles.

"One sword sweeps across the sky, all laws cease!"

As he uttered the last word, his Green Robe finally burned out, turning into a sky full of swirling flames.

The magnificent battle armor, shrouded in dark ink Mysterious Ink Gilded Gold, was fully revealed, the Ancient Dao Patterns subtly embroidered on the hem swirling in Pang Jie's wide-eyed gaze.

The boy tilted his head back with all his might, his dirty little face frozen in shock, leaving only a sense of near-suffocation.

If calling someone a "Little Immortal" before was merely out of respect...

So at this moment.

The figure of Mysterious Ink Gilded Gold reflected in his pupils was a god who tore through the ordinary night, Deity with supreme majesty and an aura of destruction!

Myriad Star Pavilion's pupils suddenly contracted as he watched this scene.

Just from his posture and the robes he wore, one could tell that this mysterious young man was terrifyingly strong.

Moreover, the two clearly knew each other and were there to save the day.

'We've kicked a hornet's nest! And it's a red-hot iron plate!'

He suppressed his shock and forced a stiff smile, "Fellow Daoist, there must be some misunderstanding..."

"Puff!"

The words abruptly stopped.

Qin Wangchuan didn't even turn around; he simply pointed his fingers like a sword and lightly slashed to his side.

A faint yet incredibly sharp Golden Sword Radiance flashed and disappeared.

Behind the Myriad Star Pavilion, the heads of the two Azure Heaven Holy Land disciples suddenly shot into the sky without warning!

Warm blood gushed out like a fountain from the severed neck, drawing two dazzling scarlet arcs in the air.

They hadn't even reacted yet; the expressions on their faces were still stuck in their previous wariness and surprise.

His hand remained firmly on the hilt of the sword, ready to draw it at any moment.

However, even as his head rolled to the ground, the sword in his hand remained unsheathed.

Then Qin Wangchuan lightly turned his sword finger, pointing at the Myriad Star Pavilion, and said calmly, "Call someone."

The two words were spoken softly, yet they resounded like thunder, causing dust to fall from the courtyard walls.

He walked slowly forward, and with each step he took, Myriad Star Pavilion staggered back a little.

"Call someone to rescue you."

Don't make me say it a third time.