Legend of Swordsman

“Go to the Great Si Region together…!”

The majestic Image Form emitted an unparalleled radiance, illuminating the empty space like a light that had never been seen in the Ancient Era.

With his majestic appearance and folded hands, he released a spell with determination and resolution, facing the armored figure.

The dazzling and ultimate spell unfolded in the void, reaching a state of utmost clarity.

The figure in the armor. towering millions of feet tall. let out a low roar at this moment, and the bloodlust in his eyes reached its peak.

Facing the overwhelming Buddhist light spell that covered the sky, he raised his sword to meet it!

This was a sword that transcended any previous move, and the already decaying broken sword even began to shatter from its hilt.

However, the indomitable Sword Intent carried the intention to obliterate the Heavenly Dao, slashing towards Grandmaster and the layers of Buddhist light spells.

When the two collided, the immeasurable force that erupted directly sent Jian Wushuang and several Monks who wanted to rush to the rescue flying, crashing heavily against the vast and magnificent boundary wall.

The void directly shattered, and the violent whirlpools were torn into pieces in an instant.

At that moment, the boundless Yan power dissipated in the void.

The pure milky-white Buddhist light, the Sword Intent tainted with pure bloodlust, and the raging Yan power all intertwined in the void, breaking the silence of this ancient and silent void.

Kneeling on the road of Immortal bones, the young samanera Hu Qing could not bear such overwhelming pressure and spewed a mouthful of divine blood. His slender figure was sent flying backward.

Immediately, a gentle surge of protective force enveloped Hu Qing, pulling him into the void.

“Kind, Kind Sir…” He barely opened his eyes and uttered two words before fainting in Jian Wushuang’s arms.

Jian Wushuang nodded, holding Hu Qing tightly, then turned his gaze to the shattered void ahead.

The void had collapsed and shattered, revealing two figures standing there.

The figure in battle armor had not suffered any substantial injuries, but the sword in his hand was completely shattered.

Even his battle armor showed signs of damage.

As for Grandmaster who had merged with the Image Form, he too had been severely wounded, and the radiant Buddhist light surrounding him had dimmed to the extreme.

The divine blood, shimmering with Buddhist light, fell onto the broken void, gradually illuminating it.

Grandmaster, with calmness in his eyes, looked at the figure in battle armor, and once again, an overwhelming aura surged around him!

He clasped his hands together, and the magnificence of the Buddha manifested through the ages.

“The Thought of the Buddha.”

At this moment, the heavens and the void trembled. Countless rays of Buddhist light ascended like trailing tassels.

Including Jian Wushuang, all the Monks widened their eyes.

At this moment, Grandmaster, shrouded in Buddhist light seemed to transcend his own constraints, reaching an unprecedented realm!

The Thought of the Buddha gave rise to countless transformations.

All things turned to dust, only thoughts endured eternally.

Centered on him, a colossal Buddha manifestation appeared, then quietly opened its true eyes.

In those moon-like True Eyes, it seemed to contain boundless compassion and supreme power.

The supreme Buddhist light covered and extinguished everything.

Jian Wushuang felt as if he were in an empty space, as if he had entered some kind of void, and he did not even know how to escape.

At this moment, everything was empty and silent.

It was hard to say how long this state of emptiness lasted. It felt like an extended period of time, and Jian Wushuang seemed to be immersed in a ethereal sea, with only the sound of long flowing water in his ears.

Until the moment when Hu Qing, cradled in his arms, stirred uneasily, Jian Wushuang snapped back from the void.

The emptiness and vastness in his eyes vanished, and the desolate wilderness reappeared before him.

As he gazed around, the endless void had turned to dust.

Gray matter, resembling tassels, fell from the cracks in the void, scattering across the desolation.

Beneath the shattered void, where Grandmaster had once stood, there was no trace of him, not even a flicker of Buddhist light.

As for the colossal armored figure that had once reached tens of millions of feet, it now appeared pitiful. The ancient armor lay in ruins, and the exposed Immortal body was almost torn apart, with divine blood splattered across the road of Immortal bones, teetering on the brink of collapse.

It was a truly awe-inspiring scene: a Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal had forced a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal to a standstill, even injuring him severely.

If news of this were to spread throughout the myriad realms, it would undoubtedly cause a tremendous upheaval.

This was the first time Jian Wushuang had witnessed another Yan Immortal capable of crossing realms to engage in battle, aside from himself.

However, the price Grandmaster had paid was even more devastating. His

Immortal body had crumbled to dust, his divine consciousness had completely dissipated, all to seize the opportunity to severely wound the Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal.

The boundless radiance of Buddhist light finally dissipated, and the armored figure turned slowly to Jian Wushuang and the others before attempting to move towards them.

But after just one step, the god-like figure heavily crashed onto the road of Immortal bones, unable to stand.

Seizing this opportunity, Jian Wushuang turned and gravely addressed the group of monks, “Why did you all insist on entering the Great Si Region?”

The burly, rough-looking head monk replied, “Because we seek to find our fellow disciples who are lost in the Great Si Region.”

“Is it truly necessary?

“It is.”

“Very well, you may enter, and I will hold this guy off for a moment.”

With those words, Jian Wushuang sent Hu Qing back to the group of monks without hesitation, his determination unwavering.

The five monks hesitated but eventually decided to depart.

“Thank you, Kind Sir. We have no way to repay your kindness, but if we meet again in the future, we will surely return the favor.”

Jian Wushuang nodded slightly and then turned away.

The group of monks, still carrying the unconscious Hu Qing, entered the Great Si Region, leaving Jian Wushuang alone. He faced the armored figure lying on the celestial bone path, his gaze calm to the extreme.

“Senior Brother, are we really leaving him behind and entering the Great Si Region? He’s a Yan Immortal! Leaving him behind is like sending him to his death!”

“We have no other choice now. If we don’t do this, everything we’ve done so far will have been in vain.”

“I hope he can leave safely. Otherwise, this will become our great calamity.”

“No, something doesn’t feel right. He doesn’t seem like an ordinary Yan

Immortal. How could an ordinary Yan Immortal wander in the Great Si Region? Even a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal couldn’t stay here. Could he be deliberately hiding his true strength? Does he have the confidence to confront that Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal?”

“Without some hidden power, who would dare to confront a being vastly superior to themselves?”

“Let’s hope for the best. I just hope the Kind Sir can leave safely..”