83: The Primordial Holy Land? I think it's the Primordial Burial Ground.

"Buzz—"

Sword Qi fell like rain, covering the sky and the earth.

Every single strand of Sword Qi was enough to easily strangle a Golden Core Immortal Master.

Tens of thousands of Sword Qi converged, forming a net of death intended to tear Li Daoxuan and his party into pieces.

However.

Li Daoxuan remained standing where he was, not even lifting an eyelid.

It was as if that world-destroying attack was merely a spring breeze blowing against his face.

"Old Wang."

He simply called out indifferently.

"Sigh."

An aged sigh came from behind him.

The old man who had been carrying a broom and looked like he might stop breathing at any moment, Grandpa Wang, walked up slowly.

His cloudy old eyes lifted slightly, glancing at the net of death composed of Sword Qi above his head.

He then looked at the divine mountains floating above the sea of clouds in the distance, shrouded in Immortal Qi.

An extremely disgusted expression appeared on that wrinkled old face.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Grandpa Wang shook his head, and like a professional Feng Shui master, he began to critique the landscape.

"The Azure Dragon on the left has a broken waist; the White Tiger on the right raises its head."

"The Vermilion Bird in front has broken wings; the Black Tortoise in the back has its head severed."

"The Sect Gate opens to the door of death; the Spiritual Vein leads to a dead end."

"Did you find King Yama to look at your Feng Shui?"

He paused and reached a conclusion:

"What kind of blessed land is this? This is clearly a one-in-a-million... Extinct Lineage Grave!"

"Living here, forget about Immortal Ascension; within three generations, the entire lineage will die out."

His voice wasn't loud.

Yet, with the enhancement of spiritual power, it spread clearly throughout the entire Taichu Holy Land.

"Pfft—"

An Elder of the Taichu Holy Land, who was presiding over a Formation core, was so enraged by these words that he coughed up a mouthful of old blood on the spot, nearly failing to stabilize the Formation.

An Extinct Lineage Grave?

You're calling our supreme Holy Land, which has been passed down with a hundred thousand years of Legacy, an Extinct Lineage Grave?!

"You Old Scoundrel! How dare you spread such inflammatory delusions here!"

The Taichu Holy Lord was so angry that his Three Corpse Gods were jumping; even his beard was about to curl up to the sky.

"Nonsense! A pack of lies!"

"Today, I will first tear your filthy mouth apart, then grind your bones and scatter your ashes!"

He slammed his hands together!

"Taichu Sword Formation! Strangle!"

"Buzz—!!!"

That massive net of Sword Qi erupted with light and instantly contracted, descending upon Grandpa Wang with a terrifying power that could slice through anything!

Facing an attack that could make even a Soul Transformation expert turn pale.

There was not the slightest ripple of emotion on Grandpa Wang's face.

He only frowned with a hint of impatience.

"So noisy."

"I'm getting old, my ears aren't good, and I can't stand this noise."

Saying so.

He slowly lifted the... balding broom in his hand.

That broom looked even older than he did; most of the bamboo bristles had fallen off, and the remaining few were long since split, looking like they would fall apart with a puff of wind.

Then.

Toward that net of death descending from the sky.

Just like sweeping away a spiderweb.

Casually.

He gave it a sweep.

"Swish."

The movement was very light.

Very slow.

Just like any ordinary street cleaner sweeping away morning leaves.

No spiritual power fluctuations.

No Sword Qi sweeping across.

It didn't even stir the sound of the wind.

"Hahaha! Has this old thing been scared stupid?"

"What does he want to do with a broken broom? Tickle us?"

"Death is at his doorstep, yet he's still playing tricks!"

The Disciples of the Taichu Holy Land within the Formation couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight.

However.

In the next second.

Their laughter stopped abruptly, as if choked by an invisible giant hand.

Because.

A breeze.

An invisible breeze gently drifted out from the end of that broken broom.

That breeze was formless and shapeless, yet it seemed to be everywhere.

It blew away the Killing Intent.

It smoothed out the Laws.

It erased all things tangible and intangible.

"Crack..."

An extremely faint but crystal-clear cracking sound echoed in the dead silence of the air.

Immediately after.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone.

That "Taichu Sword Formation," composed of tens of thousands of sharp Sword Qi and claimed to be able to strangle everything.

Was like a fragile spiderweb.

Blown gently by that invisible breeze... and it dissipated.

It really just dissipated.

It turned into a sky full of the most primitive motes of Spiritual Qi, drifting down like fireflies.

The scene was even somewhat... beautiful?

"This... this..."

The Taichu Holy Lord's eyes nearly bulged out of his head, and the expression on his face completely froze.

The protective divine Formation he was so proud of... was swept away... by a broom?!

Does this damn thing really exist?!

"No! Impossible! It must be an illusion!"

An Elder, acting as if possessed, frantically performed Hand Seals, attempting to reactivate the great Formation.

But no matter how he tried to activate it, the divine Formation that had stood for a hundred thousand years remained as if dead, showing no reaction.

Because the core Formation eyes that maintained the Formation's operation, the Spiritual Vein nodes buried deep underground, had been completely smoothed over by a supreme Sword Intent during that single "sweep" just now!

"I said, the ground is too dirty."

Grandpa Wang retracted his broom, shouldered it again, and blew on the non-existent dust on it.

"Swept it clean, much more comfortable."

He turned around, hunched his back, and slowly walked back behind Li Daoxuan, continuing to serve as his background.

It was as if that earth-shattering "sweep" just now was merely swatting a mosquito.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

The entire Taichu Holy Land, tens of thousands of Disciples, dozens of Elders, including that arrogant Holy Lord.

At this moment, they all seemed to have been hit by a binding spell, staring blankly at the back of that broom-sweeping old man.

Their minds were completely blank.

That was... the Taichu Sword Formation!

The strongest trump card passed down through their Holy Land for a hundred thousand years!

A supreme killing Formation that even Void Refining experts couldn't break into!

And yet... it was swept away... by a broom-sweeping old man... with a broken broom?!

This was no longer just a slap in the face.

This was practically digging up the ancestral graves of their Taichu Holy Land and dancing on top of them!

Gulp.

The Taichu Holy Lord swallowed hard with difficulty.

He looked at the broom-sweeping old man who had returned to a calm and harmless appearance.

Then he looked at the Youth in White Robes who had remained calm and even somewhat impatient from beginning to end.

A thought that made his very Soul tremble grew wildly in his mind.

Even a broom-sweeper is a monster of this level... then what kind of terrifying existence must this young man, who seems to be the leader, be?!

It's over.

This time, it seems they've truly kicked a steel plate.

Just as the people of the Taichu Holy Land lost their composure and their will to fight vanished.

Li Daoxuan moved.

With his hands behind his back, as if taking a stroll in his own backyard, he walked through the Sect Gate that was now essentially useless with leisurely steps.

He looked at the palaces with their carved beams and painted rafters, resplendent and magnificent, and shook his head.

"Tsk, tsk."

"What a waste of such good Materials."

"The decoration is too tacky, no taste at all."

He looked up, meeting the Taichu Holy Lord's face which was as pale as paper, and offered a friendly smile.

" It seems, You don't need to renovate here.."

"Just... demolish it."