One Sword Stroke Shook the World! Blessings Upon Weiyang!

Ye Zichen rose and agreed to Jian Wuxin's request.

The next moment, he and Jian Wuxin arrived at the sword-dancing platform.

Seeing this, the people in the spectator stands murmured in confusion.

"Huh? What's gotten into the Heavenly Sword Holy Lord?"

"Who's that man?"

"Why is the Heavenly Sword Holy Lord kneeling before him?"

Jian Wuxin did not rise. He announced loudly, "Today, I step down as Heavenly Sword Holy Lord. The holy son Jian Changqing will take over as the new sect master and succeed me as Holy Lord!"

Ever since Jian Wuxin had held the Sword Inquiry Grand Competition, he had been searching for the greatest sword stroke under heaven.

Having lost his sword heart, he could never again become the greatest sword under heaven. The only thing he lived for was to fulfill the dream he and Tingya had shared!

He wanted to witness the greatest sword stroke under heaven! He wanted to personally ask for that stroke!

"Brother Wuxin, what are you doing?"

Chu Muyang could not understand why he had to ask for this sword stroke.

"Master, you-!"

Jian Changqing began, but Jian Wuxin cut him off.

"My mind is made up!"

Then he kowtowed to Ye Zichen. "Senior! I, Jian Wuxin, ask only for one sword stroke! Then I can die without regret!"

"You truly are a lovestruck soul, whether you're Wenxin or Wuxin."

After learning of his karma, Ye Zichen could not help admiring such a deeply lovestruck soul.

It seemed that no matter where they were, two people who truly loved each other could transcend life and death.

"Thank you, Senior! But this is my final wish!"

Jian Wuxin's gaze was utterly resolute, without a trace of retreat!

"Lend me your sword."

Ye Zichen held out his hand, and Jian Wuxin presented his own sword to him.

"Elegant Heart. A fine name."

Ye Zichen looked at the name engraved on the hilt and praised it.

The spectators were utterly baffled. Why would Jian Wuxin, who stood almost at the pinnacle of the sword path, ask the man before him for a sword stroke?

"Has the Holy Lord... still been unable to let go...?"

The speaker was Jian Ying, the great elder of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land.

He had grown up with Jian Wuxin, cultivated the sword with him, advanced alongside him, and shared life and death with him. Only he knew how tragic the former Jian Wenxin and the present Jian Wuxin were.

"In that case, I'll use your sword to complete this unfinished dream of yours."

Ye Zichen stood where he was, gripped the hilt tightly, and swung his arm with all his strength!

Seeing that sword stroke, Jian Wuxin closed his eyes slowly, his heart content.

When he opened them again, Jian Wuxin found himself in a place like a paradise removed from the world.

A little bridge, flowing water, a wooden house, and a bamboo grove made for a beautiful, tranquil scene.

Only the sound of running water could be heard, and a beautiful woman was working hard in the courtyard.

Jian Wuxin stood on the bridge, gazing in that direction.

"Huh? Brother Wenxin, you're back!"

Seeing Jian Wenxin, the woman rushed out happily and threw her arms around him.

He heard her gentle words, felt the warmth of the woman before him and her embrace, a thousand years in the waiting.

Jian Wuxin could no longer hold back. At that moment, the tears of a thousand years finally flowed.

"Tingya, I... I'm back!"

Jian Wuxin held her tightly, as though afraid of losing her again.

"What's wrong, Brother Wenxin?"

Tingya did not understand, but she reached out and gently wiped away Jian Wuxin's tears.

"I'm all right. I just missed you so much. Come on, let's go back."

Smiling, Jian Wenxin took Tingya's hand, and they slowly returned to the courtyard.

Just before returning to the courtyard, Jian Wuxin bowed deeply toward the sky.

Smiling, he said, "Thank you, Senior. I've found my sword heart."

Outside, Ye Zichen's sword stroke likewise stunned everyone present!

The Sword Qi turned into a dragon and let out a dragon's roar. Its majestic form stretched a full million li!

The entire Weiyang Realm witnessed the overwhelming might of that sword stroke!

A true dragon, an emperor's sword stroke! The true greatest sword stroke under heaven!

"This... this is... what on earth is happening?!"

"I'm not dreaming, am I? A true dragon's shadow a million li long!"

"Look! The dragon's shadow is dispersing!"

As someone in the crowd noticed it, the strange phenomenon in the sky vanished.

But it turned into a blessing that descended upon the land of the Weiyang Realm.

"My lord..."

Watching the scene, Chu Muyang fell fully to his knees! That one sword stroke had directly benefited the entire Weiyang Realm!

"So that's how it is... so that's how it is..."

The great elder of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion suddenly understood and slumped to the ground.

In the Northern Region, Mo Lintian said,

"Such a deed, so far beyond ordinary people, could probably only have been that senior's doing."

Mo Lintian looked toward the horizon, applauding and cheering without pause.

In the Southern Frontier, all the leaders of the major powers were gathered at the Black Tortoise Clan, witnessing this heaven-defying feat together!

"Only Senior could have bestowed this true dragon's blessing, I suppose?"

At the Sword Origin Holy Land on the Eastern Continent, Ye Tian said,

"A blessing of the immortal path... wherever my lord goes, he is just as earth-shaking!"

Everyone who knew Ye Zichen was deeply grateful for the blessing he had bestowed. They bowed or knelt in worship, facing either Ye Zichen or the Central Continent.

The hundreds of thousands present also understood just how heaven-defying the sword stroke Jian Wuxin had requested was!

But when they looked back at the sword-dancing platform, only Ye Zichen and the broken Elegant Heart Sword remained.

"With this, I suppose I've fulfilled a lovestruck soul's wish."

Ye Zichen had just sent the utterly resolute Jian Wenxin one final dream and arranged for his reincarnation. In their next life, the two of them could finally be united as lovers.

He had come to watch a competition and ended up playing matchmaker. Ye Zichen found it a little amusing.

"Boy, I'll leave your master's sword with you."

Ye Zichen tossed the sword to Jian Changqing, then flashed back to his seat.

"The Central Continent pays its respects to the Immortal and thanks the Immortal for his supreme blessing!"

No one knew who started it, but the silence at the venue was broken. Hundreds of thousands of voices then rang out as one: "The Central Continent pays its respects to the Immortal and thanks the Immortal for his supreme blessing!"

"Rise. Jian Wuxin was the one who asked for that sword stroke. I merely fulfilled his wish."

Chu Muyang cleared his throat and flew onto the sword-dancing platform. Taking Jian Wuxin's place, he announced, "I declare Chu Qingfeng the winner of this Sword Inquiry Grand Competition!"

Having regained his composure, Chu Muyang began to wrap up the competition.

Ye Zichen's sword stroke was an exception, already beyond the scope of the judging, so Chu Muyang followed the normal procedure and awarded first place to Chu Qingfeng.

Not long after Chu Muyang finished the announcement, the group exchanged a few pleasantries, and Ye Zichen left alone.

"After today, I'm afraid everyone under heaven will know that an Immortal has descended to the lower realm!"

Chu Muyang sighed. The sword stroke Jian Wuxin had requested was truly magnificent!

"Brother Wuxin, your name will live on forever!"

"Wuxin, you must have found your sword heart!"

Chu Muyang and the great elder of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land stood on the sword-dancing platform, looking at the spot where Jian Wuxin had just been kneeling, unable to let go of it for a long time.

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