322: All swords arrived

Some came for that brilliant Quasi-Saint Armament divine sword, determined to obtain it;

Others were stirred by the words "Sword Discussion," thirsting to compete with the world's sword dao masters and validate their own learning.

A sword dao storm sweeping across the Eastern Region was brewing.

Inside the Godfall Di Clan's Sword Tomb.

At this moment, Di Qianjie sat cross-legged in the center of the Sword Tomb with his eyes closed.

The Thousand Tribulations Sword lay across his knees, its simple blade flowing with a restrained sharp edge that was enough to make heaven and earth lose their color.

The Aura around him was as heavy and still as water, as if he had merged into one with this Sword Intent space.

Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, that mysterious and profound Forbidden Sword Intent named "Nothingness" was like a singularity before the birth of the Universe, tiny yet containing the ultimate power to crush everything and return it to nothingness.

He was carefully touching and perceiving this strand of Sword Intent; every attempt was like walking a tightrope over a ten-thousand-foot abyss, making his Divine Soul tremble, yet he relished it.

Suddenly, a transmission jade talisman pierced through the spatial barrier and hovered before him, emitting a soft light. It contained Di Lingxiao’s boisterous voice: "Qianjie! The Sword Forging Manor in Tiangong Province is holding a Sword Discussion Assembly, with a Quasi-Saint Armament divine sword as the prize! Wu Shang and I have returned to Rakshasa City. Do you want to join the fun?"

Di Qianjie slowly opened his eyes and reached out a finger, gently stroking the cold spine of the Thousand Tribulations Sword.

"Quasi-Saint Armament?"

He muttered to himself in a flat, emotionless voice, carrying a trace of imperceptible arrogance belonging to a true Peak sword dao master, "Merely an external object."

That divine sword, in his eyes, was nothing more than a sharp tool, far inferior to the natal divine weapon in his hand that had accompanied him through life and death and shared his thoughts.

However, upon hearing "Sword Discussion Assembly" and those few names, a genuine ripple finally appeared deep within his eyes, which had been as still as an ancient well, like pebbles being thrown into water.

"Sword Discussion Assembly..." He repeated those words.

Those sword dao heroes from all sides who moved at the slightest scent of action, the collision and clash of countless different Sword Intents... Just imagining that scene caused his long-dormant sword heart to heat up slightly and emit a yearning hum.

"Sword dao... is nothing but competition." Di Qianjie stood up, and the Thousand Tribulations Sword let out a clear, long Dragon roar that echoed throughout the entire Sword Tomb space.

The "Nothingness" Sword Intent around him slowly retracted, but it settled that pure desire for the Peak of sword dao into something deeper and sharper.

He took a step forward, and his figure disappeared from the Sword Tomb, leaving behind only a straight sword scar that seemed to cut through Chaos.

His direction was exactly Tiangong Province.

He was going to the Sword Discussion Assembly.

Not for the divine weapon, but only to validate the true essence of "Nothingness" that stood above all swords!

There should be a place for him at the Peak of the Eastern Region's sword dao!

An invisible storm had already gathered in the sky above Tiangong Province.

Rakshasa City, the junction of three provinces, was forever permeated with the mixed scent of rust and blood, as well as a chaotic energy that seeped into one's bones.

Two figures, like meteors tearing through the night, crashed violently into a relatively quiet abandoned square in the west of the city, sending rubble flying and dust filling the air.

Di Lingxiao took the first step out of the dust, his dragon fall spear casually resting on his broad shoulder, the tip shimmering with a cold, dark-golden light.

He took a deep breath of the chaotic and foul air that nonetheless made his blood boil, his lips curling into a bold arc, and Battle Intent burning like fire in his eyes:

"Ha! This scent is punchy! It's much more comfortable than that place in the Small World filled with Immortal Qi!"

The surging vitality brought by his Minor Achievement Undying Battle Body coursed through his body. Every heartbeat was like a dull war drum, causing the surrounding airflow to vibrate slightly.

The eerie black marking on his right arm wriggled like a living creature before disappearing back under his skin.

Di Wushang followed closely behind, his steps steady and silent.

On the top floor of the Dark Merchant Guild, Situ Qinsheng stood before a massive crystal wall. The wall reflected real-time scenes of key points in Rakshasa City and even parts of the surrounding three provinces, with fine runes and data streams flowing silently across the crystal surface.

She wore a neatly tailored deep purple martial outfit that outlined her mature and powerful figure.

Suddenly, the heavy door was opened.

Di Lingxiao’s signature loud voice was the first to break the room's silence: "President Situ, business is booming! Wu Shang and I are back!"

Situ Qinsheng turned around abruptly.

"You two are back. How is that kid named Dongfang Ling?"

"President Situ, the Clan Chief took action."

"The Clan Chief acted, reversing life and death. The stars within his body have been restored, and the Death Qi has been completely removed."

"Reversing life and death? Restoring the stars?"

Situ Qinsheng’s pupils contracted sharply, and the electric arcs in her Purple Heaven Temple Destiny Eye suddenly brightened, as if she wanted to pierce through space to see that incredible scene deep within the Godfall Mountain Range.

She knew well how troublesome the near-death state of that star inside Dongfang Ling was; it was absolutely not a problem that an ordinary Saint or even a Great Saint could solve!

She took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in her heart, and her voice took on a hint of imperceptible solemnity: "Clan Leader Di's methods... are truly miraculous. To be able to recover from such a desperate situation, Qinsheng is impressed."

"How can the Clan Chief's abilities be something we can fathom?" Di Lingxiao grinned, his tone full of natural admiration. "That kid turned misfortune into a blessing and has decided to join my Di Clan."

Situ Qinsheng nodded slightly and quickly composed herself, returning to her image of a shrewd and capable guild president: "That is for the best. Since you two have returned safely and brought such good news, I can rest easy. I wonder what your plans are next? If there is anything the Dark Merchant Guild can assist with, feel free to say so."

"Plans?" The fire of battle reignited in Di Lingxiao’s eyes as he stood up abruptly, a high-spirited Battle Intent bursting forth. "We plan to go into seclusion for a while!"

Di Wushang had the same idea.

This place was chaotic and filled with endless killing, making it the perfect place to temper a war body and condense a demon body. Only by having a Breakthrough in cultivation could they challenge stronger opponents.

He needed stronger power to search for more god slaying spear fragments and to fulfill his promise to the Asura Royal Clan's Seventh Princess.

The blood and darkness of Rakshasa City were excellent nourishment for him.

Situ Qinsheng smiled understandingly: "Then I wish you both a smooth seclusion and a successful Perfection of your cultivation."

In the quiet room on the top floor of the Dark Merchant Guild, the heavy stone door lowered, cutting off all the noise and prying eyes from the outside world.

The floor was engraved with complex Spirit Gathering and defensive array patterns, which were currently emitting a soft and stable light, continuously gathering pure Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to form a faint spiritual mist.

Inside the quiet room where Di Lingxiao was.

He did not immediately sit down to meditate but stood in the center, closing his eyes to concentrate.

The power of the Undying Battle Body roared within him. The spear-shaped rune on his left arm and the eerie black marking on his right arm lit up simultaneously, one gold and one black, reflecting each other.

He suddenly opened his eyes and let out a low growl: "Break!"

Boom!

His violent Aura erupted without reservation, like an ancient Vicious Beast waking from its slumber. His figure was like lightning, and the dragon fall spear instantly transformed into a dark-golden tide that tore through space!

He performed the Saint-Grade High Grade Army Breaking God Slaying Spear Art to its limit. Spear shadows overlapped, each strike containing terrifying power capable of collapsing mountains and splitting Peaks. Combined with the characteristic of the Undying Battle Body to grow stronger as it fought, his spear momentum became more and more fierce and overbearing!

The hard walls and floor of the quiet room buzzed under the impact of the spear wind's aftershocks, and the engraved defensive array patterns flickered.

He wasn't practicing blindly but was gaining insights during battle. Under extreme pressure, he thoroughly fused and integrated his recent experiences of life-and-death combat, the Clan Chief's guidance after returning to the clan, and his insights from the Minor Achievement of the Undying Battle Body!

He wanted to use battle to nurture battle and pierce through the barrier of the Tongtian Realm Second Level in the midst of combat!