Chapter 3

"Later, no matter what kind of changes in heaven and earth you see, do not panic."

The disciples of Green Mountain Sect asked the townspeople to return home, and the few tourists also hurried back to their inns, quickly clearing the streets.

A disciple, looking at the corpse on the ground, asked in confusion, "This disciple of the Netherworld Department has an ordinary soul fire and weak magical power. How could he dare to stay here?"

Another disciple responded, "Who knows? Maybe he just wanted to see the grandmaster's ascension. Such a magnificent scene, who wouldn't want to see it?"

Suddenly, the wind picked up, and green leaves from the trees by the path fell.

The disciples looked up at the sky and saw hundreds of sword lights flying from all directions toward the peaks. Then, more than a dozen unique glows of magical treasures filled the sky, followed by a massive lotus throne floating through the air, its Zen aura reaching even higher than the sky.

"Could that be the old lady of the Bell Hanging Sect?"

"Master of the Wu'en Sect!"

"Chancellor of the Mirror Sect!"

"That sword qi rising to the sky, so overwhelming, could it be that person?"

"The senior brothers of Two-forget Peak and Elder Si of Upper Virtue Peak have returned!"

"Even the Curtain Roller has come?"

The disciples were so stunned they couldn't speak. If not for today's major event, they would never have the chance to see so many important figures at once.

Zhao Lamei ignored all this, picking up Yin San's corpse and walking out of town.

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Master Meng did not leave the town but stood on a tall tree outside, looking at the peak, his emotions complex.

Grandmaster Jingyang had an extremely high seniority, being the junior brother of Peaceful True Man. Even the sect leader had to respectfully call him Little Junior Uncle.

It was said that this grandmaster had an astonishing talent, creating countless unimaginable records in the cultivation world. However, he often practiced in seclusion on the Ninth Peak, rarely meeting outsiders. Even the major disciples of the various peaks had few seen his true face, let alone him.

Today, not only did the leaders of major sects gather, but many reclusive high-ranking figures also came.

He never expected that even the legendary Zen Son of the Buddhist Sect would come.

He heard that in the depths of the clouds, there might be other great powers from different continents.

Indeed, it was a grand event unseen for a thousand years.

If that sword qi came from the Sword God, what about the Saber Saint?

Master Meng's emotions were somewhat lost.

Those names were too distant from him.

That peak was even more distant.

He had only heard some rumors about this grandmaster.

It was said that when the sect leader mentioned this senior in seclusion on the peak after taking office, he only said "Little Junior Uncle" and then fell silent, with many unspoken meanings.

He understood why, just as the entire Green Mountain Sect understood why Grandmaster Jian of Upper Virtue Peak never showed respect when mentioning this grandmaster, only giving a cold snort.

Little Junior Uncle was the strongest cultivator in Green Mountain Sect and even the entire continent.

But from the day he entered Green Mountain, he practiced in seclusion on the peak, rarely appearing in public, let alone taking action.

He did not represent Green Mountain Sect in the Plum Blossom Assembly, did not exchange skills with the imperial power of Chao Ge, did not compete with hidden experts from other sects, and was not seen in the secret battles between the cultivation sects and the Netherworld Department. Even in the three major battles with the Snow Country's cultivation powers, he was not seen.

On the long path of cultivation, he did nothing but practice.

Yes, only a cultivator who was detached from the world and severed all emotions could reach the end of the cultivation path and reach an unimaginable realm.

But, such a cultivation life... what significance did the grandmaster's high cultivation have for the younger disciples? For Green Mountain Sect? For the world?

No matter how shocking and legendary, legends ultimately remain legends and cannot exist in the real world. So, let it be.

Looking at the peak faintly visible in the mist, a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

When he saw Zhao Lamei carrying the corpse of the Netherworld Department demon towards the town's exit, the bitterness in his smile disappeared, and he was somewhat surprised and very pleased.

The whole world was watching that peak, but she wasn't.

At such a young age, how could her Dao heart be so calm?

She truly lived up to being the genius girl that the entire Green Mountain Sect secretly watched.

Suddenly, the smile on his face disappeared, and he looked at the peak again.

As he said, those who had the right to look at that peak were all looking at it now.

The clouds and mist between the peaks were stirred by an invisible giant hand, swirling violently and spreading to the four directions, gradually revealing the clear blue sky.

Several blurry figures in the depths of the clouds were forced to reveal themselves, bowing to the Heavenly Light Peak of Green Mountain Sect, appearing composed but actually quite awkward.

In a more distant place, two black shadows emitting a cold, dark flame retreated rapidly, looking quite embarrassed.

Master Meng could guess that one of them was likely a high priest of the Netherworld Department, but who was the other?

The great array of Green Mountain Sect did not launch an attack, but laughter and a very cold sword intent rose from Heavenly Light Peak.

The sword intent spread like waves, sweeping across the peaks.

A sword light rose from the cliff, seemingly forced to respond, and drifted away.

Only when the sword light retreated three thousand miles to the Western Sea did the sword intent from Heavenly Light Peak gradually subside.

"The sect leader has drawn his sword!" Master Meng was slightly surprised.

There were very few people on the entire continent who had the right to make the Green Mountain Sect leader use the Heavenly Sword.

Was that cold light on the Western Sea the sword of the Sword God?

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No matter what happened, even if these famous figures appeared one after another, it had no effect on the Ninth Peak.

The isolated peak remained as quiet as ever, seemingly without any aura.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and more than a dozen lightning bolts tore through the blue sky, striking the isolated peak!

The lightning, carrying the power of heaven and earth, was cut into pieces before it touched the peak, turning into green smoke.

Because a sword light had risen from the isolated peak.

No one knew which was stronger between this sword and the previous Heavenly Sword.

Not just Master Meng, even the great figures three thousand miles away couldn't tell.

The sword light that appeared on the isolated peak seemed to have no power at all.

It was just a simple, casual slash towards the sky.

But the lightning was extinguished upon contact.

The sword light continued upward.

A light tearing sound.

A very fine crack appeared in the clear blue sky.

Countless light streams, like gold and jade, flowed from the crack, scattering in the wind and turning into countless light points, illuminating the entire continent.

A sword that split the sky?

In the ancient texts, when great cultivators ascended, they relied on their own cultivation to resist the heavenly lightning, until they passed the final test, the lightning stopped, and the light streams fell like flowers scattered by celestial maidens, revealing the path to heaven.

Today, Grandmaster Jingyang did not wait for the second round of heavenly lightning but took the initiative to draw his sword.

Was he going to use his sword to forcibly cut open a path to heaven?

What kind of courage! What kind of confidence!

Master Meng was incredibly shocked, his face pale, his lips trembling.

The master of the sword light on the Western Sea and the powerful figures observing the ceremony in Green Mountain Sect were also stunned, unable to speak.

On the isolated peak, the sword light continued to rise towards the sky.

Gale winds howled, and thunder roared continuously.

The sword paid no attention, only moving upward.

If this was the final test given by heaven to the ascending cultivator, the response of the sword light could be considered completely disrespectful.

The battle between the power of heaven and the sword intent had already dispersed the clouds and mist between the mountains, and the nine peaks of Green Mountain Sect finally appeared to the world for the first time, but no one noticed, as everyone's attention was on the sword light.

The sword light was getting closer to the sky.

The crack in the sky grew larger, and the light streams flowing down became thicker, making the world brighter.

Whether it was the houses in the town or the caves on the peaks, they were all coated with a layer of golden light, like a real fairyland or a divine kingdom.