The youth's voice fell, and all living beings went silent!
The youth's voice rose, and the heavens and earth grew bright!
"In the Heavenly White Jade Capital, twelve towers and five cities."
"Rise!"
The youth let out a long cry and waved his hand. A Sword Tower soared into the air.
The towering structure reached thousands of feet high, its magnificence far beyond what the eye could take in.
It stood twelve stories tall, as pure and white as the White Jade Capital.
Its radiance was misty, like fog rising from a great lake or light falling from a bright moon—white as green jade, pure and flawless.
It stood atop the walls of Spirit Elixir City, bathing the mortal realm in a floating white and the mountains and rivers in brilliance.
Bathed in this light, both humans and beasts seemed like masterless souls, their eyes vacant...
Some had seen it before, yet seeing it again still left them unsettled.
Some were seeing it for the first time, naturally struck as if by a celestial being.
Some were this close for the first time, the shock in their hearts impossible to hide.
Cultivators were dazed.
Beasts were bewildered.
Eighth-stage cultivators were inexplicably astonished.
Even in the midst of slaughter, the momentum of their attacks momentarily stalled as they focused their attention here.
At the peak of the firmament, Bai Ze and Yun Zheng, who were in the middle of a fierce battle, were similarly drawn by the ancient aura born between heaven and earth that accompanied the rising Sword Tower.
First came wariness, then they looked over. Seeing the high tower, their eyes filled with horror...
The tower rose because of the youth.
It came from a place unknown.
The White Emperor murmured softly, "Is this... that Sword Tower?"
Before the great battle just now, Red Moon had mentioned it to him.
The youth had once summoned a tower and pulled a divine sword from within it, sweeping across all directions.
Yun Zheng was also puzzled. "What is... this?"
While everyone's attention was entirely captured by the tower, the youth, who looked as small as a speck of dust before it, had slowly ascended. He walked toward the center of the first floor, where the tower doors swung wide open.
Where the white light was most brilliant, crimson flames came rolling out.
The world suddenly changed color, and the youth was swallowed within it.
A domineering sword intent surged out recklessly from inside, rippling in all directions.
The youth raised his right hand and reached into the tower, seemingly grasping something.
Using all his strength, he pulled it outward.
At that moment, scorching flames began to permeate the air around him.
"This is..."
"That sword..."
The youth gripped the hilt, pulling it out inch by inch.
For every inch the sword emerged, the flames grew fiercer. When a foot was out, the tower was fully ablaze. When three feet were out, a sea of fire scorched the land.
A hundred miles of mountains and rivers were covered beneath it; a thousand miles of sky turned a fiery red.
The sword intent surged.
The flames tumbled.
The autumn was originally filled with whistling cold winds, but between the mountains and rivers, the temperature spiked abruptly.
Fifty degrees, a hundred degrees, two hundred degrees...
Whether they were cultivators or great beasts, instinct drove them to activate their spiritual power to protect themselves. Their eyes, previously filled with confusion and daze, were now replaced by wariness and panic.
When four feet of the sword were out, its edge was finally revealed.
A terrifying sword intent, carrying the boundless fire, surged into the sky and let out a resounding cry.
The youth suddenly looked up, a raging fire burning in his eyes.
He stared fixedly above the clouds, seemingly looking through the thick mist of flames to peer at Bai Ze.
"The blade is four feet two inches long. Its name is Heaven-Burning Sparrow!"
"Senior Brother,"
"Take the sword!"
With that, while the people and beasts were still immersed in the scene before them, Xu Xian suddenly threw it. The four-foot Heaven-Burning Sparrow, dragging a hundred-mile sea of fire, vanished into the void.
Like a falling star plunging into a sea of stars, it carved a rift between Spirit Elixir City and the firmament.
In the blink of an eye, it headed straight for where Yun Zheng was.
It pierced through the long sky and tore through the clouds, forging ahead with unstoppable momentum. As it advanced, it swallowed the boundless fire, its edge becoming even sharper.
The immortal sword Listening Wind in Yun Zheng's hand vanished. With a lift of his hand, the Heaven-Burning Sparrow was already gripped in his palm.
The aura of a divine sword instantly swept through his body. The hand Yun Zheng used to hold the sword ignited with crimson flames, just like the blade itself.
The sword was over four feet long, entirely crimson, and burning with a self-igniting flame.
It scorched the skin. Even for someone like Yun Zheng at the ninth stage peak, he could feel the burning pain from the sword's flames.
He stared at the sword, dazed for a moment, his throat bobbing.
A fine sword!
A divine sword!
A peerless divine weapon that should not belong to this world.
If it hadn't come from Xu Xian, even someone like him might not have been able to wield it.
At this moment, Yun Zheng's blood burned again.
At this moment, Yun Zheng knew that his previous guesses were all correct.
The swords of the Sword Mound were born because of Little Eleven.
The corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a warm, spring-breeze-like smile as he laughed softly:
"Thank you for the sword, Little Eleven!"
As his voice fell, spiritual power erupted from his body, surging through his palm and into the blade.
The wind aided the fire. In an instant, the power of the divine sword in his hand rose through several levels.
The billowing flames seemed as if they wanted to burn the entire world dry.
Like a waking beast, it was restless and agitated, wanting only to drink blood at this moment.
"With this sword, the East Desolation can be cleared in the blink of an eye."
"Old beast, let's fight again!"
With those words... the wind moved, the fire raged, and a single sword strike was unleashed, burning more than a thousand miles of the firmament.
Looking up, it seemed as if even the dragon-like lightning was melted by the flames.
All light between heaven and earth was hidden. It was clearly noon, but the ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers ahead saw the premature arrival of a thousand miles of sunset clouds as fire scorched the heavens.
Unlike Yun Zheng's excitement, the wariness in Bai Ze's eyes was fully exposed.
His wariness was not just for what he saw now, but for what he had foreseen in the past.
He couldn't be mistaken. This was the sword—one of the four swords from his prophecy...
A divine sword!
A divine sword that could suppress his bloodline power just by being unsheathed.
He was afraid.
He feared Yun Zheng, who now held a divine sword.
He feared even more that everything from his prophecy would play out today.
That the East Desolation he cherished behind him would turn into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
"Impossible?"
"Absolutely impossible?"
"How could it be so fast?"
"It definitely won't be this fast..."
While frantically dealing with Yun Zheng, he talked to himself, acting erratically.
He hated...
He was furious...
He was resentful...
He wasn't ready yet. The calamity had arrived ahead of time. It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this.
In his daze, he even tried to deny it in his heart, thinking all of this was fake.
But everything was playing out right before his eyes.
Yun Zheng's killing intent was at its peak. Every sword strike was lethal. Bai Ze was completely forced into his true form.
It was a giant snow-white beast with the body of a lion, two horns on its head, and wings on its back. Its eyes were one crimson and one white, like the sun and the moon.
Its entire body emitted auspicious light.
It used all its divine abilities, its roars thunderous as it dispelled the flames and tore through the wild winds.
It fought to the death with Yun Zheng.
"I refuse to believe in this fate. Today, both you and your junior brother must die."
Yun Zheng didn't yield an inch. "The one who dies will be you."
With the boost from the divine sword and fighting by burning his lifespan, even someone as strong as Bai Ze, having exhausted all his means and divine abilities, was still no match for Yun Zheng.
He retreated steadily.
In just a few breaths, the battlefield in the firmament pushed back several hundred miles.
Beneath the curtain of the sky, the whole world was in an uproar.
The humans were invigorated, while the demons were panicked.
Inside Spirit Elixir City, that tower was still there, not having vanished like before.
With the flames gone, the high tower still emitted a shimmering mist.
The youth had unknowingly suspended himself before the second floor of the tower.
Every human and beast who saw this held their breath.
The same scene, the same method—could he really pull out another sword?
Or... twelve towers, twelve swords?
They held their breath in concentration. The sword hadn't been pulled yet, but their eyes were already filled with disbelief.
Xu Xian raised his hand.
Their hearts hung by a thread.
Xu Xian opened the door.
They were pale with shock.
Xu Xian gripped a sword, and the heavens, mountains, and rivers suddenly changed color again.
They were dumbstruck.
There was another sword!
And there was surely more than just one!
From the distant battlefield, Red Moon cried out in panic:
"Impossible!"
"This is impossible..."
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