Twelve awe-inspiring Evil Swords, dark and fierce, but not losing their wildness, complement each other and form a hidden sword array.

Yuan Jianyi urged his strength to its limit, unrestrainedly unleashing his sharp sword energy. With techniques like hook, hang, point, thrust, pierce, deflect, chop, the simple sword form demonstrated the fullest sword intent, standing defiantly to block the might of the Jue Jian.

Yet there was still a gap between him and Xuanyin Sword Residence. After blocking seven Xuanyin Demon Swords, he was already battered and wounded.

If he wasn't born with sword bones, his sword body far surpassing others of the same realm, he would have been dead on the spot.

The eighth sword, the Evil Sword pierced through the sword energy, horizontally cutting through his chest, erupting a large plume of blood.

"Puff—"

Yuan Jianyi was gravely injured; one more sword, and it would be his end.

A timely white light enveloped Yuan Jianyi, transporting him out of the tower. The Evil Sword swept empty, the sword energy rampantly slashed the sky.

For the third time, Yuan Jianyi still lost.

But, his progress greatly surpassed what it used to be. In turn, the benefits he brought to the Sword Realm also far exceeded the past.

Waiting for the next time Yuan Jianyi enters the tower, his advancement can bring much gain to the Sword Realm.

The Sealing Sword Tower was never meant to be a place for challengers to train swords; allowing challengers to leave was merely for sustainable development.

Moreover, the sword intent absorbed from challengers can also benefit Qing Yu and his authorized people, taking big steps forward.

Just like Xuanyin Sword Residence, who at this moment sat cross-legged, using the Sword Realm to comprehend Yuan Jianyi's insights.

Appreciation aside, when it comes to martial arts, there is still no courtesy. If every challenge from Yuan Jianyi didn't yield lots of returns, Xuanyin Sword Residence couldn't be bothered to respond each time.

A flash of brilliance outside, Yuan Jianyi's figure had already appeared outside the tower.

As he landed, he was about to collapse, and luckily, his master Qiu Jiling timely supported him, preventing him from falling to the ground.

At this moment, Yuan Jianyi's pure white Sword Robe was in tatters, and an eerie green sword energy surged from his wounds, continually harming him, causing nearby people to avoid him fearfully.

To Yuan Jianyi, these remaining sword energies were just torment, but for martial artists not in the Divine Communication realm, once stained with this sword energy, they might be gravely injured for a period, or even leave considerable hidden dangers.

"Let me, the elder."

Shen Yunji lightly pressed his hand on Yuan Jianyi's shoulder, the ultimate sword essence entered him, the Yin Evil Sword Energy quickly dissipating like snow meeting warm sun.

"Looks like my apprentice views that junior as a successor. It makes sense; his lifespan is only about fifty years." The Sword God murmured softly.

Fifty years of life is half a lifetime to ordinary people, but for a Supreme warrior like Shen Yunji, with a thousand-year lifespan, it indicates nearing the end of life.

Having participated in sealing the Sword God, Shen Yunji spent over nine hundred years, finally approaching life's end.

He should find a successor.

"Sword God, how many years do you have left?" Qing Yu asked softly, pressing a hand on the wheelchair's armrest, his grip seeming both loose and tight.

Though the Sword God seemed youthful without a hint of decay, as Shen Yunji's master, his age could only be higher than Shen Yunji's, not lower.

Shen Yunji has little lifespan left; the Sword God has even less.

"You want to know my lifespan?" The Sword God glanced at Qing Yu with a half-smile, "I'll not keep it from you; my lifespan is only eleven years remaining."

Eleven years - equivalent to one percent of a Supreme warrior's lifespan - the Sword God indeed has one foot in the grave.

But he stated it calmly and peacefully, without any fear of facing death.

"Though I've idled away nine hundred years, having these eleven years is enough," The Sword God remarked confidently, "To escape before dying, only to chance upon such a time, indeed heaven has not been unkind to me."

"But to breakthrough, we must defy heaven," Qing Yu echoed.

Unlike those who lament heaven's injustice, Qing Yu and other Supremes want to defy heaven precisely because it obstructs their path.

If they don't defy heaven, the Sword God will die in eleven years, Qing Yu, after several years, will face the same.

They will maintain this blocked path until death.

Life, and martial arts, is why Qing Yu, the Sword God, and other warriors go to the extent of defying heaven, disregarding casualties.

"Let's wish the Sword God success in breaking through within eleven years then," Qing Yu said.

"I'll take your word, today, I'll deliver you a grand gift."

"A grand gift?"

"If your Sword Realm can benefit from the help of two Supreme sword dao masters, it should fully take shape," The Sword God's eyes flashed with sword light, seeing through the tower, glimpsing the Sword Realm fused to the void.

"Are you going to······"

Before Qing Yu could inquire, the Sword God stepped towards the Sealing Sword Tower. All around, people instinctively made way, bowing or half-kneeling to the ground.

This was Piaomiao Sword Palace, gathered here were swordsmen. And the one now passing, was a god of sword dao.

"Swoosh——"

"Clang——"

······

Sharp swords unsheathed, vibrated with a sound directed towards the Sword God's location, as though in reverence, welcoming the arrival of the sword dao myth.

The Sword God walked through the path opened by the people, gazing at the weathered swordsman still treating Yuan Jianyi, "Meng Sheng, my apprentice, your master has come for you."

The Sword Master once named 'Meng Sheng', bore the Sword God's surname, named 'Yu Mengsheng'. He was the Sword God's meticulously trained successor, also the most trusted person of the Sword God.

If not, Heavenly Talent wouldn't have had a chance to leave the Sword God's side.

Only the Sword God's most trusted person would have a slight chance to let a sword dao myth's sword depart the Sword Master's side.

Shen Yunji suddenly exerted his strength, sweeping away all the evil sword energy from Yuan Jianyi, then turned towards the Sword Master, respectfully saluting, "Apprentice Yu Mengsheng, pays respect to Master."

"Looks like you know why I came."

"Apprentice already understands. A swordsman should not fall to schemes nor lose the sword," Shen Yunji answered respectfully.

He and the Sword God, were an elder-looking middle-aged man, evidently not young, yet the other was full of life, like a youth in his prime.

But truly, it was the elder's middle-aged figure saluting the youthful figure, addressing him as "Master".

'The Sword God, sealed for over nine hundred years, has only eleven years left. Yet he remains full of vigor, showing no sign of decay, this mental state is already invincible.' Qing Yu, observing this scene, was slightly shaken.

During these nine hundred years, the Sword God was not unconscious, instead witnessing the changes of Sword God Lake with his Divine Sense. He continuously watched the outside world's vibrant splendor, yet unable to move a finger.

Under such circumstances, he spent nine hundred years, upon liberation, retaining a youthful mental state, showing no sign of madness or insanity, such mental state is invincible; no one in the world possesses perfect mental clarity.

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