Cold Moon Holy Dynasty, Purple Moon Hall.
The instant the Bright Moon Sword Palace vanished, Han Ziyan suddenly let out a muffled groan. Traces of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, and two sword gleams wreathed in purple Qi flashed through her clear eyes.
"The Bright Moon Sword Palace has been unraveled?"
Han Ziyan raised her delicate brows slightly, looking puzzled. "The Bright Moon Sword Palace was merely something I left behind on a whim. It hardly matters if someone unraveled it."
"Why would it widen the cracks in my Dao heart?"
"Is it because my Dao heart has yet to recover, or is there another reason?"
Han Ziyan closed her eyes slightly. The rhythms of the Great Dao, wreathed in purple Qi, spread around her. She seemed like a fetus drifting within the womb of myriad Great Daos, drawing upon them to divine information about the person who had unraveled it.
A long while later, Han Ziyan opened her eyes again, the puzzlement in them even deeper.
It was as though that person did not exist at all. She could not divine a single thing!
Han Ziyan reached out and lightly tapped the void. An invisible ripple of power spread through it, like an invisible, polished mirror appearing in the void, reflecting the entire process of Han Yuyao unraveling the Bright Moon Sword Palace.
Han Yuyao's figure in the mirror was exceptionally blurry. Even her presence was indistinct and hazy.
Yet the instant Han Ziyan saw that blurry figure, an inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up in her heart for no reason, along with a faint sense of destiny that the two could not coexist.
Who exactly was this person?
"Someone has unraveled the Bright Moon Sword Palace. I need every piece of information about them!"
Han Ziyan's voice was cold and clear. Misty purple Qi spread around her, faintly merging with the myriad Daos.
Countless prodigies followed Han Ziyan. Naturally, she had no need to gather information like this herself.
A short while later, a crescent-shaped jade talisman shrouded in purple light flew into Purple Moon Hall.
Han Ziyan caught the jade talisman and extended her divine sense into it, learning the information about that person.
On her first appearance in the Sword Ruins of Creation, she had unraveled the Void Sword River. Now, she had casually given away Immortal Sword Intent, forcefully slain the creator of the Void Sword River even after he used the Soul-Annihilating Killing Sword, and unraveled nineteen Immortal Sword Intent creations in succession, including the Bright Moon Sword Palace.
After unraveling the Bright Moon Sword Palace, she had stayed at its former site to comprehend the Dao. No one dared approach.
As for any other information, not a single scrap had been uncovered.
Aptitude unknown!
Origins unknown!
It was as though she had appeared out of nowhere!
No one knew where she came from. Even her follower, Luo Qianqian, did not know her origins!
However, the many sword cultivators in the Mortal Realm Sword Ruins had all deduced that Fairy Yu bore a grudge against Han Ziyan!
Han Ziyan's delicate brows knitted even tighter, an icy gleam flashing in her eyes. "The Innate Dao Fetus gave a warning, the cracks in my Dao heart widened, and there is that strange feeling lingering in my heart!"
"This person must be my destined nemesis in this life!"
Mortal Realm Sword Ruins.
Han Yuyao sat cross-legged in the void. Fluctuations of Sword Intent as vast as an ocean surged around her, faintly exuding a terrifying, supreme pressure that kept the many sword cultivators in the distance from approaching.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a full moon wreathed in purple Qi flashed into existence in the void, bathing the entire expanse in a faint layer of purple moonlight.
Then an ethereal, dreamlike voice rang out from the full moon, as though speaking on behalf of all heaven and earth. "Who are you? Why do you harbor such intense hostility toward me?"
The Cold Moon Holy Maiden, Han Ziyan!
The many sword cultivators were utterly shocked. They had never expected the unraveling of the Bright Moon Sword Palace to alarm Han Ziyan herself!
Although Han Ziyan had not come in person, transmitting her voice across space like this made her methods seem all the more unfathomable.
Han Yuyao's eyes snapped open. She looked toward that seemingly real yet illusory full moon, a cold, clear smile curving her lips.
"Third Sister, important people really do forget things easily! Your little sister has remembered every moment of the scene twelve years ago, when you dug out my Supreme Sword Bone!"
Han Yuyao answered without the slightest concealment.
The moment she spoke, the entire Mortal Realm Sword Ruins erupted.
"What? She's the Cold Moon Holy Maiden's younger sister?"
"From what she said, the Cold Moon Holy Maiden's Supreme Sword Bone was actually dug out of her?"
"If that's true, isn't the Cold Moon Holy Maiden far too vicious?"
"If Fairy Yu didn't want to speak, no one could uncover her origins! But since she volunteered it herself, it's probably true!"
"So that's where the Cold Moon Holy Maiden's so-called twin Supreme talents came from! How contemptible!"
"To think two young Supremes emerged in the Cold Moon Holy Dynasty. Its fortune truly is flourishing!"
"This should have been a glory shining through the ages, but now, I fear only one of them can survive!"
"In an age of great contention, cultivators must contend! One Supreme talent might only allow someone to reach the pinnacle of the Supreme realm, but two Supreme talents might allow them to attain the immortal Dao!"
"Although the Cold Moon Holy Maiden's methods weren't exactly honorable, this wasn't a bad thing for the Cold Moon Holy Dynasty as a whole!"
Luo Qianqian's eyes widened in shock. So Sister Yu was actually from the Cold Moon Holy Dynasty!
Moreover, Sister Yu had originally possessed a Supreme Sword Bone, which Han Ziyan had dug out when she was little, yet now she had become even stronger!
Han Ziyan was likewise shaken to her core, a flash of realization passing through her eyes.
No wonder she had felt that strange familiarity!
No wonder she harbored such intense hostility toward her!
So it was her!
Han Yuyao!
"My dear little sister, so it's you!"
"No wonder you harbor such intense hostility toward your older sister!"
"Did you unravel the Bright Moon Sword Palace because you wanted to challenge your older sister?"
Han Ziyan's ethereal, dreamlike voice rang out once more.
Hearing Han Ziyan admit it, the many sword cultivators burst into an uproar, all marveling at how powerful the Cold Moon Holy Dynasty's fortune was.
Sword gleams bloomed in Han Yuyao's eyes. With a casual sweep of her hand, boundless Sword Intent transformed into a vast, gray, hazy sea of swords around her, standing high in the skies of the Mortal Realm Sword Ruins.
Hum!
Suddenly, dazzling streaks of sword light appeared out of thin air throughout the Mortal Realm Sword Ruins. Each contained an ancient, undying, indestructible Sword Intent, and they surged toward Han Yuyao, blotting out the sky.
"Immortal Sword Intent! It's all Immortal Sword Intent! There must be thousands upon thousands of them!"
"Fairy Yu's Sword Intent creation actually drew ten thousand swords to pay homage!"
"Such a celestial phenomenon has never been heard of since time immemorial!"
"As expected of a prodigy for the ages! This is unbelievable!"
"When the Cold Moon Holy Maiden's Sword Intent creation earned the recognition of nine Immortal Sword Intents, it shook the world! Now, the commotion caused by Fairy Yu's Sword Intent creation is even more terrifying!"
"A Sword Intent creation represents a sword cultivator's aptitude and potential. Doesn't a celestial phenomenon like this mean Fairy Yu's aptitude far surpasses even the Cold Moon Holy Maiden's?"
All the sword cultivators were stunned. Many took out recording stones to record this scene.
Before everyone's eyes, thousands upon thousands of Immortal Sword Intents surged madly from every corner of the Mortal Realm Sword Ruins, plunging one after another into the vast sea of swords Han Yuyao had created.
From the outside, the sea of swords spanned only ten thousand zhang.
Yet anyone who examined it with divine sense could sense that the entire sea of swords was boundless, suffused with a deep, vast, immortal presence.
The sea of swords was murky and hazy. Whenever a wisp of gray mist drifted aside, the myriad wonders of creation within became visible.
The sun, moon, and stars shone; true dragons and immortal phoenixes wheeled overhead; divine peaks pierced the sky; great rivers thundered onward; sword grass cut down stars; divine trees held heaven and earth apart...
Han Yuyao stood proudly above this sea of swords and challenged Han Ziyan outright. "I unraveled your Bright Moon Sword Palace! My Chaos Sword Sea awaits you!"
Watching the commotion Han Yuyao had caused in the Mortal Realm Sword Ruins from afar, Han Ziyan's pupils contracted slightly.
Even though she considered her talent inferior to no one's, this sight still shocked her immensely.
Hearing Han Yuyao's challenge, Han Ziyan answered with breezy composure. "The Bright Moon Sword Palace was merely something I left behind on a whim. Unraveling it hardly amounts to anything."
"The Mortal Realm Sword Ruins is far too low-level. It isn't worth a personal visit!"
"I'll wait for you in the Emperor Realm Sword Ruins!"
"Don't keep your older sister waiting too long!"
An invincible conviction resided in Han Ziyan's words.
Even after witnessing ten thousand swords paying homage, even after feeling immense pressure, she remained fearless.
In Han Ziyan's eyes, no matter how great a commotion Han Yuyao caused, it represented nothing more than potential. She believed she would be inferior to no one.
"If you don't dare come, spare me the big talk. I'll come find you and settle this myself in the future!"
Han Yuyao's tone was indifferent, and her figure vanished from the Mortal Realm Sword Ruins.