The Human Heart Laid Bare, the Human Race's Sword Dao Schemes!

The vast sky, the Nine Realms rise and fall.

Time is like a dull knife that smooths out the peaks. To mortals, it is an endless cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death. But to those who seek the Dao, it is merely a ripple in the long river of the Great Dao.

For a century, Divine Firmament Plain flourished, Twenty-Four Lightning Bear Tribes traversed sixty million miles of mountains and rivers, their banners fluttering and their might overwhelming Wanxiang.

With three members reaching the Spirit Transformation stage, the clan is strong and well-established, with a powerful army and horses. In addition, it is backed by the Giant Bear Imperial Clan and protected by the Barbarian Bone Dao Venerable. This has enabled the Lightning Bear Line to establish a solid foundation in the Western Land of the Beast Realm.

A tree that stands out in the forest will be felled by the wind; a mound that rises above the bank will be eroded by the current.

The entire universe did not cease due to the silence beneath the abyss; on the contrary, it continued deep within those ancient and enduring realms.

A chilling undercurrent, like ink seeping into water, spreads silently.

If you're doing well, someone else will be doing poorly.

Those who are unhappy always seek revenge.

In the Human Realm, beyond the Northern Wasteland, Great Void Sword Domain.

Here, not a blade of grass has grown since time immemorial; only endless, chilling golden energy tears across the vast wilderness.

Ten thousand bronze sword mountains, each tens of thousands of feet high, rose abruptly from the ground, connected by chains as thick as giant pythons, forming a Heavenly Sword that obscured the stars and moon.

At the very center of the sword formation lies one of the most renowned and supreme lineages of the Human Race, the Hidden Sword Dao Palace, which resounds Nine Realms.

The Hidden Sword Dao Palace is located atop Ancestral Sword Mountain.

There are no palaces or pavilions on the mountaintop, only a vast expanse of blue stone sword-shaped platform.

At the edge of the Sword Platform, the gale-force winds transformed into countless visible white Sword Qi, ceaselessly cleaving through the void day and night, emitting a sharp, metallic clang like thunder.

At this moment, below the sword platform, seven figures clad in dark blue octagonal thunder robes stood with their heads bowed.

These seven individuals were all renowned sword cultivators at the Spirit Transformation stage, renowned Human Realm. They were all at the peak of the Perfected Spirit Transformation Extreme Realm, and their very breaths could resonate with the sword intent of heaven and earth.

However, at this moment, the usually aloof Human Race giant had a layer of fine sweat seeping from his forehead, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

Following everyone's gaze, a gaunt figure sat beneath an ancient pine tree on a precipice in the very center of the Sword Platform.

He was an old man dressed in coarse linen clothes, with white hair and beard, and his body was as withered as a dead tree that had been dried up for thousands of years.

A bronze sword, its scabbard Decay beyond recognition, lay across his lap. His eyes were slightly closed, and he exuded no aura of power or even a trace of life force, resembling a stubborn rock weathered by countless ages.

However, none of the high-ranking cultivators from the Human Realm present dared to act rashly in front of him; this seemingly frail old man was one of the ultimate secrets of the entire Human Race in the art of slaughter.

Holding the [Immortal Slayer] position and all Six Dao Immortal Foundation, the supreme giant who has cleaved the heavens with his killing prowess and once split the boundary with a single sword: the [Immortal Slayer] Dao Venerable!

"Master."

After a long silence, the white-haired sword master at the head of the group finally couldn't hold back any longer. He stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and his voice was filled with barely suppressed killing intent:

"Confirmed news has emerged from Divine Firmament Plain: Shi Jian's eldest son, Shi Xiao, broke through the Tribulation of Dao Dissolution a hundred years ago and forged the Divine Firmament Immortal Foundation [Purple Firmament Lightning]."

"Now, within the Divine Firmament Plain, the twenty-four tribes have a solid foundation, have recruited nearly a hundred Nascent Soul from other races, and tens of thousands of Dao Spirit warriors. Their power is growing rapidly year after year, like oil being poured on a raging fire."

"Back then, whether it was the struggle between the Dao Realm or the previous battle in the Lightless Dead Realm, that Shi Jian was ruthless and killed many of my Sword Vein Dao Tong Spirit Transformation Sword Immortals."

"Furthermore, they slaughtered over thirty members of my Dao Palace and even killed Lei Sword Dao's junior brother Qingjue within the Death Realm."

"This is an unbearable disgrace, something our Sword Dao has never experienced in hundreds of thousands of years!"

"Now that the Lightning Bear Line is growing stronger, if we allow it to continue to grow powerful, Shi Jian might even reach the pinnacle after he breaks through the Lei Yuan and have a chance to become a Dao Venerable."

"Given that beast's grudge against my Sword Dao lineage, it will surely be a fight to the death!"

"Please, Master, make the decision."

The white-haired sword master's voice was resounding, and the six Nascent Spirit Transformation cultivators behind him also bowed down in unison, their sword intent soaring into the sky, causing the long river of Sword Qi to churn violently for thousands of miles.

The death of Qingjue, the leader of the Lightning Sword Dao Lineage, in the Lightless Dead Realm may not be considered a major blow to the deeply rooted Hidden Sword Dao Palace.

But Shi Jian's talent is far too overwhelming.

Finally, this made the group of high and mighty Human Race sword cultivators feel threatened.

From the conflicts in the Dao Realm to the Death Realm.

For decades, the voices advocating war within the Dao Palace have never subsided.

However, faced with the tearful and impassioned plea of his disciples, the old man in hemp robes, sitting cross-legged under the pine tree, did not even lift his eyelids.

Between heaven and earth, only the mournful sound of the cold wind blowing through the ancient sword could be heard.

A hundred breaths of silence, deathly still, so heavy it was almost suffocating.

Just as the Nascent Spirit Transformation cultivators were filled with trepidation and unease, the old man in hemp robes slowly opened his eyes a crack.

What kind of eyes were those?

Unlike ordinary people who have a clear distinction between black and white, deep within his eye sockets were two bottomless abysses of nothingness!

Within his left eye, the Six Dao Immortal Foundation slowly circulated.

The [Slaughter the Killing Heart][Defy Immortal Cultivation][Slaughter Ten Thousand People][Slaughter All Under Heaven][Sword-Wielding Ghost][Heart of No Emotion] Six Dao Immortal Foundation, constructing the [Immortal Slayer] position, are filled with the annihilating sword intent to slaughter the entire world.

Within his right eye, three other majestic platforms, shaped like leaping dragons, had already solidified more than halfway. These were none other than the three most powerful immortal Immortal Foundation below the [Sword Origin] level: [Sword-Seeking Person], [Condense the Sword Soul], and [Cultivate the Heart Sword]!

Nine Immortal Foundation, stretching across his twin pupils!

The heavens and earth paled in comparison, Sword Dao Principle within a radius of 100,000 miles bowed their heads in unison to the mountain peak!

"Foolishness."

The old man finally spoke, his voice hoarse and aged, like two rusty, dull swords slowly rubbing together, devoid of any human emotion or warmth:

"Qingjue dead. His power was insufficient, and he was destined to turn into ashes."

"A dignified Nascent Spirit Transformation, dying at the hands of someone of the same realm. Instead of reflecting on the flaws in your own cultivation, you act like children, making a ruckus and causing a disturbance. What kind of decorum is this?"

Upon hearing this, the white-haired sword master turned pale and kowtowed urgently, saying, "Master, please understand! It's not that I can't swallow this insult, but that Shi Jian is a wolf in sheep's clothing, trying to Lightless Dao Treasury and seize the Profound Lightning Dao Pool. His schemes are far-reaching!"

What is he plotting?

The Immortal Slayer Dao Venerable's turbid gaze swept across the area below, his tone calm and unwavering. "Plotting against the Profound Lightning? Plotting against the Divine Firmament? Or plotting against that ethereal Dao of Lightning Dao Embryo?"

"The Nine Realms are vast, and the Great Dao is like a forest."

"Old man Profound Lightning is dying. His dying vow to protect the Dao is nothing more than a death warrant for anyone who touches it."

"The Yu Tian Imperial Clan is keeping a close eye on that Thunder Pool, and the Vast Realm Dragon Palace is also drawing water to infuse it with thunder. Even if that Lightning Bear is exceptionally talented, how could it possibly complete the forging of all six Dao of Divine Firmament Dao Platform in a thousand years?"

The old man's withered hand gently stroked the ancient bronze sword on his lap. The sword hummed softly, dispersing the evil clouds in the sky.

"I have cultivated diligently for over thirty thousand years, mastering the Way of [Immortal Slayer], and now I have already mastered three of the six foundations of [Sword Origin]."

"It will take anywhere from a thousand to two thousand years. Once I have fully integrated this Sword Origin Fruit, I will be able to enter the Realm of Perfect Harmony and embark on the Dao Path."

"At that time, I will freely extract a strand of Immortal Foundation from the [Sword Edge] and [Sword Heart] to cultivate, and then I will be able to strike the heavens, draw all laws back to one, and merge with my Sword Dao Dao Embryo!"

These seemingly ordinary words, when they reached the ears of the seven Spirit Transformation cultivators, were like a thunderbolt from the heavens striking them, and none of them dared to utter another word.

The Dao Embryo is the most powerful Dao Embryo, possessing two complete fruit positions and also cultivating branch Immortal Foundation foundations!

The reason why the Human Race has been able to stand firm in the Nine Realms, besides its extremely large population, is that the most crucial pillar is the one and only supreme master of the Dao of Refinement of Dao of Refinement.

If the Immortal Slayer Dao Venerable truly takes that final step and merges the Sword Dao into Dao Embryo, then the Human Race will possess two Supreme Dao Embryo!

At that time, not only will they be able to surpass the five realms of Spirit, Vast, Underworld, Beast, and Profound, but even the Heavenly Yu Tian Imperial Clan of the Heaven Realm, who has always held the title of the strongest, will no longer dare to underestimate the Human Race!

"The great path lies ahead; what we contend for is the pivotal opportunity of heaven and earth, and what we scheme for is an eternal destiny."

The Immortal Slayer Dao Venerable slowly closed his eyes, and the terrifying phenomena in the void suddenly subsided, returning the world to its ancient, serene state.

"It's just the death of Qingjue and the annihilation of a few sword cultivators; in the grand scheme of things, they're nothing more than a few withered leaves swept away by the autumn wind."

"To seek revenge at Divine Firmament Plain now? To tear off the tiger skin of that E Gu? To provoke the imperial majesty of the Peak and Mountain Imperial Clan?"

"They're just doing all the work for the Space Heaven Clan; they're incredibly foolish."

The old man waved his wide hempen robe, and an irresistible divine voice boomed down from the mountain peak:

"The Daoist temple is closed from this day forward."

"For the past two thousand years, all True Disciple of the Hidden Sword Dao Palace have been forbidden from setting foot in the Beast Realm, and have devoted themselves to cultivation."

"When I emerge from seclusion, let alone a mere Lightning Bear lineage, even that colossal ancestral court will be flattened by a single sword strike."

"I will obey the decree!"

The seven Nascent Spirit Transformation Masters were drenched in cold sweat, and no longer had the will to refute. They bowed deeply in unison, transformed into seven Heavenly Sword, and retreated from Ancestral Sword Mountain in fear.

On the vast mountain peak, Clear Wind rustles through the ancient pines.

The old man in hemp clothing vanished once more, like an ancient god slumbering at the bottom of the long river of time, quietly awaiting the moment that would shake the world.