607: Chapter 607

The black tide was still surging.

The True Path was protected behind that sapling, its branches and leaves swaying gently, while its roots had already dug into the edge of the Heavenly Abyss, firmly sealing the entrance.

The man carrying a broken sword on his back stood at the very top of the tree crown, looking down at everyone below.

Qin Yun recognized him at a glance.

In the Eternal Burial Ground, that sword-wielding remains.

But now, he was no longer just remains.

The Four Treasures of Life and Death had restored a sliver of vitality to him, and the sapling had stabilized his breath, which was on the verge of dissipating.

Yet, he could not be considered truly resurrected.

It was more like he was forcibly standing in this world, relying on a single breath.

That Sword Intent was too familiar.

It shared the same source as the Sword Scripture, yet it was heavier, colder, and more absolute than the Sword Scripture.

It was as if, after walking out of the same path, he had hacked out a new path for himself.

Qin Yun stared at him, his heart unable to settle immediately.

Not until the man looked back into the depths of the False Path, his gaze sweeping across the black tide before falling back in front of the True Path, did Qin Yun become completely certain.

This was not an ordinary remnant soul.

Nor was it merely a corpse rising again.

This was someone who had once stood at an extreme height, using external objects, the old Dao, and an unextinguished obsession to prop himself up once more.

He could not tell if he was currently a living person or an unsheathed sword.

But that did not matter.

What mattered was that he was still standing.

Still blocking the path ahead.

The black tide on the side of the False Path was still surging.

The breach in the seal that Ji Wuchen had pried open was getting larger, and the filthy aura inside was seeping out layer by layer.

Those Fallen Beings were no longer rushing about chaotically; they seemed to have received a single command and were all pressing towards the direction of the True Path.

That path protected by the sapling was the place they truly wanted to touch.

Gu Zhan's brow furrowed slightly.

"They do not intend to kill."

Chen Yang gave a cold laugh.

"They want the path."

The man did not look back; he simply stood at the top of the tree and raised his hand, holding the broken sword horizontally in front of him.

The broken sword was mottled with rust, but the moment the Sword Intent emerged, the entire abyss fell silent for an instant.

He spoke, his voice not heavy, yet it suppressed all the surrounding noise.

"If you do not want to die, then strike."

"If they touch this path, the Nine Great Heavenly Continents will be in trouble."

"The world behind the path will also be in trouble."

These words made everyone's hearts sink.

The expressions of those who had previously been watching the spectacle changed completely.

Only then did they truly understand that this was not a matter of seizing Immortal Fate.

This was blocking a disaster that would drag down the entire world.

Ji Wuchen had retreated to the rear, most of his Physical Body had exploded, and only his Primordial Spirit and the residual Imperial Light remained, still holding on stubbornly.

He stared at the True Path, his expression very poor.

The False Path he had personally pried open had stirred the situation into this state; there was no turning back now.

But the aura on the side of the True Path was also becoming increasingly wrong.

The branches and leaves of that sapling began to tremble slightly.

It was not fear, but instinctual warning.

It was protecting the path, but it was also being suppressed by the things within the path.

The man did not say it a second time.

He took a step down from the tree crown.

The broken sword was unsheathed.

When the first sword strike fell, there was no earth-shattering momentum.

It was just a very straight line.

That line of Sword Intent swept across the black tide, and the black tide was sliced open into a huge gap.

A large swath of Fallen Beings did not even have time to approach the True Path before they were slashed into black mist by that sword strike.

The second sword strike swept horizontally.

This time, the Sword Intent landed directly in front of the True Path, pressing back a patch of filthy aura that had just seeped out.

The cracks around the True Path were temporarily patched at one corner by his sword strike.

Qin Yun saw it more clearly.

That sword used the Sword Scripture as its skeleton.

He suddenly remembered the unfinished sentence from the Eternal Burial Ground.

At this moment, the black tide ahead had begun to press up for the second time.

The gap sliced open in the first layer was quickly filled again by the filth from behind.

Those Fallen Beings no longer charged chaotically; like a herd of driven beasts, they squeezed forward layer by layer, willing to die just to get close to the True Path.

A Pseudo-Immortal finally could not help but strike.

That person stood in the rear and raised a hand, pressing down a gray-black sky curtain, wanting to enclose the black tide and the True Path together.

But the moment he moved, Gu Zhan arrived first.

A Grandmist long river streaked out, directly knocking the sky curtain askew.

Gu Zhan did not hold back.

He threw punch after punch, spreading the Grandmist Qi into a layer, forcefully carving out a small open space in front of the True Path.

Chen Yang also moved.

His Yin and Yang Chaos Qi was more direct; he started with the Great Sun Burning the Void.

A blazing white sun pressed down from the sky, burning several Fallen Beings rushing toward the left side of the True Path until not even their bones remained.

He stood on the other side, raised his hand to wipe a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth, and cursed in a low voice.

"What a bunch of things from the gutter."

The three of them joined forces, and the defensive line was finally established.

But it was still unstable.

The black tide was too vast.

The thing in the depths of the False Path was also waking up bit by bit.

It was not in a hurry to rush the True Path.

It was waiting.

Waiting for human hearts to become chaotic first.

Waiting for the defensive line to be exhausted first.

Waiting for the breath of that sword-carrying man to break first.

The man obviously sensed it too.

He raised his eyes to look into the depths of the Heavenly Abyss, his tone finally becoming heavier.

"Watch closely."

"The truly troublesome one is that Emperor."

"Once the True Path is touched, the Nine Continents will be finished."

"The world behind the path will also be finished."

Having said this, he wasted no more words, backhanded his sword, and stabbed it into the edge of the True Path.

The moment the sword tip landed, the light on the True Path suddenly brightened by a layer.

The sapling also trembled slightly, its branches and leaves spreading out in all directions, blocking all the filth that was about to rush to the front of the path.

At this moment, Qin Yun finally moved.

He first glanced at Gu Zhan, then glanced at Chen Yang.

The three of them had no extra communication, simply standing firm in the positions they were supposed to guard.

Qin Yun raised his hand, and the void book and Sky Treasure appeared simultaneously.

He was no longer using them to escape.

This time, the void book and Sky Treasure were directly compressed by him into a layer of spatial slicing, lying horizontally in front of the True Path.

As soon as the black tide rushed to the front, the space was folded into three layers, and its momentum immediately slowed by a beat.

Just that half-beat was enough.

Gu Zhan took advantage of the momentum to step forward again, the Grandmist Qi turning into a huge curtain, forcefully holding back the black tide on the right.

Chen Yang filled the position from the left; as soon as the Yangchen Technique was activated, a clear line was burned through the entire cold black mist.

The three of them combined, finally completely stabilizing the small crack in front of the True Path.

But at this very moment, that will in the depths of the False Path, which had never shown itself, finally stopped hiding.

It first sank for a moment.

Then, the black tide rolled over in unison.

The entire Heavenly Abyss seemed to be pressed downward by something.

A pale hand slowly reached out from the deepest part of the False Path.

That hand was covered in filth, yet the knuckles were very steady.

It did not kill anyone first.

It first pointed at the True Path once.

Just once.

The space in front of the True Path was torn into a long crack.

The sapling's leaf tips trembled violently, and its branches bent by a section.

As that finger fell, the True Path also trembled accordingly.

The man's eyes turned cold, he held the broken sword horizontally, directly blocking in front of the crack.

He did not retreat.

Nor did he give anyone a chance to retreat.

"All of you, move back."

He only said three words.

Subsequently, the sword rose.

This sword strike rose very slowly.

So slow that Qin Yun could almost see every inch of his movements.

Because he was too familiar with this starting stance.

"Sever Self."

Qin Yun's memories also suddenly stirred at this moment.

A long time ago.

An ancient road.

He stood on the road, and beside him was a half-dead young man; he was blind, yet he observed the Prodigy rivals surrounding them with his Minds Eye.

He stood there, and his sharpness was fully exposed.

Qin Yun heard a sentence he had said back then, slowly emerging from the depths of his memory.

"You Chen, watch closely."

"Because this sword strike will be very strong."