Tonight, Named Jiuxuan

Starlight danced wildly, dark clouds surged and rolled upwards, and a tornado was quietly taking shape.

The world was silent.

The whole world seemed to consist only of that white-clad figure and the sword in his hand.

Each generation knows the events of its own time.

Today, people only know that the sword of the Prime Minister's Mansion Changge is famous throughout the world, and all heroes bow down before it. But how long ago was it that the Feng Family once amazed the world with his three-foot-long sword?

That era was too dazzling, with countless geniuses rising up. Feng Jiuxuan was just one of those stars, and his brilliance was overshadowed by the person beside him.

But on this snowy night, the world saw once again why this man in white was hailed as a sword saint.

All eyes were drawn to him, so much so that they even forgot there was another person at the eye of the storm.

Emperor Xien looked at the figure in the void, and his indifferent gaze finally turned serious.

The magical network he had woven began to collapse uncontrollably the moment the opponent's sword energy coalesced, spreading rapidly from the smallest details to every corner of the spell ribbon.

As the white-clad sword was slowly raised, the wind and snow fell silent. The streams along the Great Peace River lapped against the gunwales of the pleasure boats, and the huge waves they created even capsized many of them.

This was a power He had never seen before.

The power that belongs to the ancient dynasty beneath our feet, the Great Yan.

For the first time, Emperor Xien's heart raced.

However, Feng Jiuxuan clearly noticed this subtle, almost imperceptible movement.

According to that nephew...

The magic of the Xien cultivators is not released through meridians, but through something called a "magic ring" that surrounds the heart.

Therefore, upon hearing that accelerated heartbeat, Feng Jiuxuan felt a pang of hesitation.

This is a rare opportunity to face the strongest person from across the ocean. Wouldn't it be a pity if we didn't witness him at his peak?

But before that thought could even cross his mind, Feng Jiuxuan still acted.

He chose to respect his opponent.

Showing mercy in any way is a desecration of the strong.

So he swung his sword down.

Snowflakes drifted across the sky, and dark clouds swirled like the eye of a storm. As he swung his sword, a crack gradually appeared above the clouds.

The sword strike landed.

The bright moonlight, along with the cracks in the clouds, accompanied the gentle drifting of snowflakes; everything was serenely beautiful.

This is a sword.

It is also the Myriad Swords, a pure and perfect sword.

As the wind pressure swept in, Emperor Xien's cascading golden hair, illuminated by the holy light, appeared as white as snow.

At this moment,

For the first time in his life, he sensed an aura called death.

My heart is beating faster and faster.

This was due to his acceleration of the magic ring, as well as his physiological acceleration.

When a person has been at the pinnacle of the world for too long, when everything and everyone is readily available, the threshold of human desires will rise infinitely until nothing in the world can move them anymore, their heartbeat ceases to be any longer affected, and they can no longer be called a human being.

The descending sword's momentum seemed to him both fleeting and eternal.

A flicker of emotion crossed the face of the Emperor of Xien, whose features were as handsome as a god. A smile curved his thin lips as he looked at the white-clad figure in the sky with a hint of excitement.

"You are very strong."

Emperor Xien said this.

As He spoke, His heartbeat reached its limit, and the countless intricate ring-shaped patterns on it began to glow for the first time in a long time.

Four illusory wings, resembling bats or white wings, lit up behind Him, and a huge ring of light appeared behind Him.

Then,

Emperor Xien slowly raised his hand in front of the falling sword.

He wanted to catch the falling sword head-on.

"Feng Jiuxuan has gone mad."

Outside the city of Di'an, surrounded by bamboo and trees, a stream babbles and murmurs, and startled snowflakes drift into an open-air pavilion beside the stream.

From here, one can see the strange sword-like phenomenon in the sky above the city.

Inside the deserted pavilion were four figures: two sitting, two standing, three men and one woman.

One of the seated men was middle-aged, with a dignified bearing and an air of nobility about him.

A woman stood behind him.

She has delicate features and is very beautiful, especially her big eyes.

Besides her beautiful appearance, what was even more striking about the girl were the two antler-like bumps on her forehead.

This reveals her identity.

With its black hair swaying wildly, the two antlers looked quite adorable at first glance.

The girl's mischievous eyes darted around, hovering back and forth between the white-clad man in the sky. Her red lips parted repeatedly, as if she wanted to ask a question, but looking at the meticulous back of the man in front of her, she pursed her lips and swallowed back her curiosity.

The middle-aged man gazed at the strange phenomenon in the sky, his words tinged with a sigh:

"If this sword strikes, even your Great Yan Emperor would likely be destroyed by at least half."

Compared to the middle-aged man's imposing presence, the hunched old man sitting opposite him appeared rather sleazy and gloomy. He was hunched over, had a goatee, and would occasionally tug at it with his hand.

He listened to the middle-aged man's comments and gave a sinister smile.

"There's City Protection Array. The formation diagram within Di'an City has been updated over a thousand years and can withstand Feng Jiuxuan and that sage's attacks for quite some time."

As the two were talking, they collided in the sky above Di'an.

In the glow of the snow and mist, a silent wave spread out, the wind pressure swept through the densely packed streets of Di'an City, crossed the towering city walls, and swept towards the mountains and forests in all directions.

Upon seeing this, the hunched old man frowned slightly, raised his finger slightly, and a layer of transparent light instantly enveloped the pavilion. After doing this, he said in a low voice:

"The Qi has passed, and neither of us will be harmed. Little Qin also possesses Daoist essence, but your girl might be discovered."

"Qing'er, calm your breath."

The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged as he calmly gave an order.

"Good."

The girl behind him responded softly, then looked excitedly in that direction, taking the opportunity to ask the question that had been on her mind for a long time:

"Father, who do you think will win between those two humans?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and replied softly:

"I initially thought the Flame People would win, but now it seems the outcome is still uncertain. That saint from the sea is truly, truly powerful."

The girl's dark eyes darted around, and she asked in a sweet voice:

"Then compare them to you, Father."

"Qing'er, hold your breath!"

The middle-aged man's voice sharpened, and the moment his words fell, shockwaves swept across the sky above Di'an.

The entire bamboo forest seemed to have been suddenly hit by a Force 10 gale, with the green bamboo snapping and cracking incessantly. Fortunately, the wind pressure came and went quickly, leaving behind a mess as it swept away into the distance.

The bamboo forest outside the city returned to calm, but the fighting in the skies above Di'an City intensified.

Feng Jiuxuan and Emperor Xien moved faster and faster, like beams of light shuttling back and forth in the sky above Di'an City. Their speed was so fast that even some Mortal Shedding experts could not keep up with their movements.

After Lou Ji came up from the Black Prison to the Prime Minister's Estate, she stared at the sky without saying a word.

Not daring to wander off, Xu Yuan could only stand with the succubus, then pretend to look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

But he couldn't see it clearly, he couldn't see it at all.

He didn't know where his maternal uncle and the Emperor of the Xien were fighting, or who had the upper hand; all he could see was the overwhelming light pollution pouring down from the night sky as if it were free.

It evokes the feeling of a passerby in a novel or picture book watching the protagonists battle in the sky.

But he still seemed somewhat involved.

after all,

The one above was his maternal uncle, and the other was someone he personally planned and summoned.

However, the wait for the results is still quite agonizing.

Time passed second by second.

Just as Xu Yuan was hesitating whether to return to the inner courtyard to wait, the great succubus's voice, tinged with a sigh, came from beside him:

"Emperor Xien was very strong, but it's a pity."

"Did Uncle win?" Xu Yuan asked immediately upon hearing this.

Lou Ji glanced back at him, suddenly realizing that this young man couldn't see the situation clearly. Wan'er, raised a slender index finger, and gently touched his brow.

"Well, Changtian, you should see for yourself."

In an instant, Xu Yuan suddenly felt a gentle force surge into his sea of consciousness, guiding his Spirit Sight into a warm and delicate realm.

Then,

Xu Yuan then noticed that everything around him had become ethereal and clear.

It was somewhat similar to the sensations I had when I became Strange Ghost Strange Ghost, but this time it was much clearer.

It's a pity that this view is fixed and cannot be moved at will.

Lou Ji, completely unsuspecting, guided him into her sea of consciousness, sharing her vision with him.

As far as the eye can see.

Two figures flew through the sky like starlight, each collision releasing terrifying shockwaves.

Feng Jiuxuan's white robes fluttered in the wind, stained with some bright red blood.

However, compared to him,

Emperor Xien, clad in his purplish-black robes, appeared even more disheveled. His robes were tattered from the Sword Qi, and golden blood seeped from beneath them, scattering into the dark night sky due to his high-speed movement.

With Xu Yuan's keen eye, he could see that his maternal uncle had gained a decisive advantage, but it would still take some time before a winner was decided.

As a Body Fusion powerhouse who had once been a half-saint, Xu Yuan knew very well that if a victor could not be determined in a short time, the decisive battle would be prolonged indefinitely.

However, after a moment of contemplation, Xu Yuan quickly realized what Lou Ji meant.

The two were speeding in the wrong direction.

In the midst of their constant clashes, the two were almost at the palace gates.

Upon realizing this, Xu Yuan's eyes involuntarily twitched.

You really want a showdown at the Forbidden City, huh?

However, the Great Yan royal family will not give them this opportunity.

The Great Yan royal family's leniency towards these two individuals may be due to various political considerations, but this tolerance is based on the premise that the Great Yan royal family's authority is not challenged.

As the two drew closer to the palace, a semi-transparent membrane of light quietly condensed above the dense dark clouds, its thick patterns radiating a chilling power.

The City Protection Array Di'an has been fully activated.

A thought flashed through Xu Yuan's mind, and he caught a glimpse of the spilled golden blood. He suddenly sensed something was wrong and subconsciously activated his Spirit Sight.

But as soon as the thought arose, Lou Ji let out a soft cry:

"Xu Changtian, what are you doing? This is my sea of consciousness, it will cause Alienation Syndrome!"

Xu Yuan's voice was somewhat urgent as he spoke quickly:

"Sister, use your Will Soul to see the golden blood left behind by the Emperor of the Xien!"

Lou Ji frowned upon hearing this, but still obeyed, her Will Soul searching for the spilled golden blood.

Upon seeing this, Xu Yuan immediately attached a portion of his Spirit Sight to Lou Ji's Will Soul.

The next moment,

"What's this?"

Lou Ji let out a murmur of disbelief.

After being imbued with Xu Yuan's Spirit Sight, the golden blood, which had been ordinary under his Will Soul, quietly changed, and each drop of blood seemed to contain boundless energy.

In the battle just now,

This blood has already been spilled in every corner of the capital of the Great Yan Dynasty.

At first, there were only one or two specks of light, but as some kind of fluctuation came, these specks of light quickly started burning like wildfire.

The light particles are interconnected.

Connect points with lines, and lines form surfaces.

Within a few breaths, golden rays of light wove together a complex incantation, which quickly spread throughout Di'an City.

"Buzz----"

Golden blood splattered in the sky, a buzzing sound echoed through the heavens, and the world suddenly darkened.

The giant city of Di'an lay prostrate between heaven and earth like a colossal beast, its massive City Protection Array reaching straight into the sky. At this moment, beneath the transparent membrane woven from the array, a pattern resembling golden magic runes appeared.

When many powerful figures discovered this...

It has already covered a significant portion of Di'an City.

The moment it took shape, the world seemed to freeze, and the white-clad figure in the center of the spell array shot towards the ground without any warning.

"Boom!"

The Di'an City suffered its first destruction tonight.

"The farce is over."

Within the ravaged bamboo grove and pavilions, the middle-aged man gazed at the golden light piercing through the city and let out a soft sigh:

"I never expected that the Xien Empire from the sea would possess such methods. That sage can most likely use this to break through the Di'an Formation."

The hunched old man sitting opposite him seemed to have a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes upon hearing this:

"Sage Xien is indeed very strong, but this is not necessarily bad news for us. If he were to escape after causing such a commotion tonight, the entire court, including the Prime Minister's Mansion and the royal family, would lose face."

As he spoke, he stroked his goatee:

"Moreover, with Feng Jiuxuan dead, that Xu junior can be crippled."

The middle-aged man glanced at the sinisterly grinning, hunched old man, and said in a very soft voice:

"Judging from your expression, it seems you'd like to cooperate with Xien?"

"Tonight's events have proven their strength."

The hunched old man stroked his beard, his small eyes revealing an inscrutable expression.

"However, as for cooperation, it's highly unlikely to happen. I just want to stop Xu Yinhe, not to invite trouble."

The middle-aged man glanced at him noncommittally, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.

Upon seeing this, the hunchbacked old man immediately understood and chuckled softly:

"Your Ancient Abyss is different. We've been cooperating for so long, just using each other. In the end, who wins depends on their own methods."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hunchbacked old man saw the middle-aged man opposite him stand up.

With a slight twitch of his slender white eyebrows, the hunched old man immediately discerned what the other person intended to do.

"White Emperor, you're not planning to intercept and kill that Saint of the Xien, are you?"

The middle-aged man stood still, gazing at the vast Di'an bathed in golden light, his voice calm:

"If possible, of course, I'm very interested in their magic."

The hunched old man lowered his eyes, smiled, sighed softly, and slowly stood up.

"Then count me in too. Some barbarians came to my Great Yan Imperial Capital to cause trouble, and those two lads in Di'an caused a mess. As their senior, I have to teach them a lesson."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

The entire bamboo forest suddenly became so quiet that you could hear the snow falling.

Their gazes simultaneously settled on the white-clad figure at the very center of the holy golden light.

Standing alone in the void, Emperor Xien's purple-black robes shone with golden light, making him appear like a deity.

He looked down at the white-clad, flame-wielding figures below.

He watched as his white robes were stained with blood, watched as he slowly rose again from the ruins, watched as he glanced at the broken spirit sword in his hand.

At the moment the forbidden spell took shape,

Because of its intention to protect its master, the spirit sword broke in two.

After a moment of silence, His voice softly rang out:

"Mortal."

"."

The noise was deafening, but Feng Jiuxuan ignored it. He calmly looked at the broken sword Clear Abyss in his hand, at the spiritual sword that had been with him for most of his life, and slowly closed his eyes.

Upon seeing this, Emperor Xien showed no mercy and calmly raised his hand towards Feng Jiuxuan:

"I haven't felt this kind of excitement in a very, very long time. Giving it my all is my final tribute to you."

After saying that,

The golden light particles that covered a large part of Di'an City suddenly contracted, and countless beams of light shot into the sky. Their power collided with the Di'an Great Array, and the transparent light membrane of the City Protection Array dimmed slightly.

All the powerful figures in Di'an City realized what this god-like Saint Xien wanted to do.

He intends to destroy the Di'an Array at the same time as killing Feng Jiuxuan!

In the ensuing silence, the previously chaotic snowflakes subsided and began to fall gently from the sky.

The golden forbidden spell condensed very quickly, faster than the operation speed of the Di'an's Grand Array. Almost the instant Emperor Xien finished speaking, its power reached its limit.

Some people seemed to realize what was going to happen.

Once such a powerful spell is unleashed, most of the bustling streets of Di'an City will be reduced to ashes.

What will the destruction of Di'an bring?

Some were excited, some remained silent, and some suddenly soared into the sky, rushing towards the god-like Saint Xien in the heavens.

But at a certain moment, all these people's actions came to a standstill.

Like a vast ocean, energy gathered in the air, and white light, along with the glow of snowflakes, fell upon the world. The power of the forbidden spell of the Xien, condensed from the blood of the Holy Emperor, began to converge.

It's too late.

If the grand formation had been activated from the start, if they had overwhelmed the enemy with sheer numbers from the outset, this Saint from the Xien would have had no chance of survival.

But they didn't.

The dynasty's arrogance is now paying the price, and that price is the destruction of the imperial capital.

Clang—

Amidst the snow and wind of the ruins, the broken sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The white-robed man standing in the center of the forbidden spell slowly opened his closed eyes.

There was no action of drawing a sword.

There was no flow of Qi.

He looked up at Him in the sky.

He was empty-handed, but it still seemed as if he were holding a sword.

Under the sky,

He radiated light, as if a god had descended to earth.

Above ground,

Dressed in white, she was even more beautiful than snow.

And at that moment,

The seemingly divine Emperor Xien raised an eyebrow.

There was still no movement, not even a breeze could disturb it, but He saw a sword in the man's hand below.

A desperate, last-ditch effort before death.

A hint of pity flickered in his indifferent eyes.

Admirable, but futile.

The golden light that had permeated Di'an City had finished receding, and the earth's veins began to tremble, as if brewing some kind of earth-shattering upheaval. Every living being in Di'an City felt death approaching at this moment.

The golden light from the spell array within the city shrank into a thin line, as if descending from the sky, or as if flowing from the earth to the heavens.

Some people closed their eyes at this moment, unable to bear to look; some began to plan the consequences of the destruction of Di'an; and some were already preparing to activate their spells to take the life of Saint Xien afterward.

Amidst these discussions, a boundless white light, seemingly capable of engulfing everything, arrived as expected, like divine punishment descending upon the heart of the Great Yan.

The snow continues to fall, but divine punishment descends.

All was silent at this moment.

"."

"."

"."

Time passed quickly,

A blinding white light shone brightly, but the anticipated destruction did not come.

Some people looked towards the center of the white light with doubt.

Then,

They saw an invisible blade cleaving the sky.

as well as,

The white-clad swordsman carrying the golden-haired head.

Silence spread through Di'an City; the vast city fell silent.

There was no Di'an tonight.

There are no gods.

some,

Only the Sword Saint, Feng Jiuxuan.

It's a bit late.

I originally had 7,000, but after thinking about it, I decided to stop here.

Five thousand six hundred is considered to be the target.