Another Greater Divine Ability, a Follower from a Million Years Ago!

Hiss—

As Chen Qingshuang's voice rang out, waves of sharp inhalations swept across Purple Sun Peak once more.

Everyone looked at Chen Qingshuang with envy and admiration.

Clearly, the Divine Ability Chen Qingshuang had awakened had caused such a tremendous commotion without showing any trace of imitating spells or cultivation techniques. It was likely not a Lesser Divine Ability, but a Greater Divine Ability.

Worthy indeed of being an eternal prodigy on the same level as Chen Yuanba—she had actually comprehended a Greater Divine Ability as well.

Chen Changqing's gaze also withdrew from the countless swords, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.

He looked at Chen Qingshuang, his tone carrying a trace of approval. "Sword, Come! Hmm... it is also a special Greater Divine Ability."

"With but a single thought, any sword that has ever existed between Heaven and Earth—even sword intent itself—can be borrowed for one's own use!"

"The name Sword, Come! truly lived up to its name."

The moment those words fell, everyone drew another sharp breath.

Though they had already guessed that it was a Greater Divine Ability, hearing Chen Changqing say it himself still gave them a tremendous shock.

Most crucially, the effects of this Divine Ability were simply too outrageous!

All swords beneath Heaven, even sword intent, could be used for oneself?

Did that not mean that before Chen Qingshuang, any opponent who wielded a sword was equivalent to having their sharpest fangs torn away?

Meanwhile, Chen Qingshuang herself could summon the endless swords and sword intents between Heaven and Earth at any time, turning them into her own power.

Such a Divine Ability was simply the bane of sword cultivators—and the ultimate dream of sword cultivators as well.

"Greater Divine Ability! As expected of a Greater Divine Ability!"

"Ten thousand swords crying in unison, all swords under Heaven heeding her command—such a method is simply unheard of!"

"Did you see that just now? Even Old Ancestor Haotian's Quasi-Emperor Dao Sword at his waist was drawn over! How heaven-defying is that?"

At this moment!

The younger disciples whispered among themselves, shock and envy gleaming across their faces.

The older Supreme Elders, meanwhile, stroked their beards and sighed. Their eyes held both gratification and undisguised envy.

As Saint King Realm experts, they had comprehended no more than Lesser Divine Abilities. Yet these two juniors had each comprehended a Greater Divine Ability after merely one hour of Chen Changqing's lecture.

Comparing people to people truly could make one die of rage.

But envy was envy; what they felt even more was heartfelt delight.

Chen Changqing looked into Chen Qingshuang's cool, clear eyes and nodded to himself.

This Greater Divine Ability followed an exceptionally pure path, gathering all sword Dao into one body. Its upper limit was extremely high.

If it could be comprehended to the utmost extreme, even ancient sword intents and legendary swords that had long vanished into the river of time could be summoned across space and time.

This was a Greater Divine Ability with a chance of evolving into an Origin Divine Ability. Its potential was immense!

Of course!

To evolve it into an Origin Divine Ability required unparalleled comprehension and opportunity. It was by no means something that could be accomplished overnight.

As for Chen Changqing himself, he had already gained insight just now and created another Greater Divine Ability—Treasure-Gathering Art. With a single thought, he could summon any treasure between Heaven and Earth directly for his own use!

"Thanks to the Ancestor's lecture, Qingshuang was granted this opportunity."

Chen Qingshuang respectfully clasped her hands in salute. A rare trace of sincere reverence and gratitude surfaced on her cool face.

She understood better than anyone that without Chen Changqing's lecture, she could never have touched upon the origin of the sword Dao within a single hour, much less comprehended such a Divine Ability.

Chen Changqing smiled and nodded slightly in response.

Then.

"Hm?"

Chen Changqing's gaze suddenly sharpened, landing upon one particular sword among the myriad weapons.

It was a broken sword of violet and azure hues. Its blade had snapped in the middle, the fractured edge jagged and uneven, as though some terrifying force had violently shattered it.

Fine, ancient patterns were engraved upon the hilt. Though they had endured the erosion of countless years, they were still faintly discernible: a blooming azure lotus, somewhat similar to Chen Changqing's Chaos Azure Lotus.

The broken blade was covered in crisscrossing cracks. Each crack retained dark-red bloodstains that had long dried, yet still emanated a heartbreaking aura of tragedy and slaughter.

The instant Chen Changqing's gaze touched that broken sword, a ripple suddenly appeared in his otherwise ancient-well-still eyes.

He raised a hand and made a gentle grasp through the air.

The violet-azure broken sword, which had originally submitted beneath Chen Qingshuang's Sword, Come! Divine Ability, broke free from the formation of countless swords without the slightest resistance under that casual grasp. It transformed into a streak of light and landed in Chen Changqing's palm.

This sight made Chen Qingshuang's pupils contract slightly, stormy waves rising in her heart.

She knew better than anyone how powerful Sword, Come!'s control over swords was. Any sword within the scope of her Divine Ability would submit unconditionally.

Yet with a mere casual grasp, Ancestor Changqing had made that broken sword leave the formation of ten thousand swords!

Such a method truly left her utterly stunned, and her worship for Chen Changqing deepened even further.

Chen Changqing paid no attention to Chen Qingshuang's reaction.

He merely lowered his head and gently ran his fingertips over the broken blade, brushing away the dust of ages.

The jagged break was reflected in his pupils, every mark resembling a silent tale of the past.

"Little Purple, it has been a long time."

Buzz—

The moment his words fell.

The broken sword trembled faintly in his palm. A wisp of dim violet-azure light flickered at the fracture, flashing on and off as though responding to his call.

Upon hearing Chen Changqing's words, Old Ancestor Chen Haotian first furrowed his brow, then narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to inspect the broken sword carefully.

Then.

It was as though he had finally remembered something. His sharp eyes abruptly widened as he said in astonishment, "Kid, this... this seems to be that girl Wan'er's Natal Dao Sword? How could it be here...?"

He stopped midway and said no more.

That little girl who had always followed behind Chen Changqing, that stubborn young sword cultivator who had continued cultivating after Chen Changqing was sealed away.

A million years had passed, yet her Natal Dao Sword had reappeared here in such a state.

What that signified was something Chen Haotian could not possibly fail to guess.

"Things remained, but people had changed."

Chen Changqing let out a long, quiet sigh.

The owner of this broken sword was named Lin Wan'er. Born into the Lin Family, a subordinate family attached to the Chen Family, she had been one of Chen Changqing's most fervent followers.

Her talent had ranked among the very best in that era a million years ago. She possessed the Azure Lotus Sword Physique, and her combat strength far surpassed that of many prodigies of the same realm.

But now, her Natal Dao Sword had shattered to such a state. From these traces alone, it was not difficult to infer that Lin Wan'er must have endured a bitter battle of unimaginable brutality back then.

Anyone capable of damaging her Natal Dao Sword so severely was certainly no ordinary opponent.

Though her talent was slightly inferior to Chen Yuanba and the other two, she was by no means someone an ordinary prodigy could rival.

Just what sort of enemy had forced her into such dire straits?

After pondering for a moment, Chen Changqing did not continue dwelling on it. He placed the broken sword into his storage ring.

In any case, there would be plenty of time to slowly uncover those answers later.

For now, there were more important matters at hand.

He raised his head, his gaze falling upon the final figure seated cross-legged on the arena.

Chen Musen!