Chapter 481 - 482: Holy Desolation, Boundless Desolation

Chapter 481: Chapter 482: Holy Desolation, Boundless Desolation

“Xi Xuan, I never expected that a disciple under you would have such fortune, to actually gain the inheritance of the Undying Evil Emperor. The wilderness nearly turned the entire Battle Domain upside down and couldn’t find it. At this rate, your Heavenly Sword Sacred Land will acquire many secret techniques, and prosperity is just around the corner.”

Just as Xi Xuan and Tu Ye were preparing to block the door and gang up, a burst of hearty laughter interrupted their conversation. Suddenly, a white-robed elder with white hair and beard appeared not far away without anyone noticing.

Upon hearing this voice, Xi Xuan’s expression shifted slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he spoke coldly, “Holy Desolate King!”

The others also looked in the direction of the sound.

The elderly man had white hair and a youthful face, with a rosy complexion, exuding the impression of being cultured and refined, showing no trace of a Sealing King Strong Person’s aura, rather like a well-read scholar from the mundane world.

Xi Xuan sheathed his Heavenly Extreme Thunder Sword with a face full of regret, “It seems there’s no chance to slaughter the king today, you’re quite lucky.”

“You…”

The God Desolate King stared at Xi Xuan with rage and murderous intent.

Xi Xuan ignored the God Desolate King, instead focusing his gaze on the Holy Desolate King, the strongest among the five Sealing King Strong People in the Battle Heaven Sacred Land.

“Brother Xi Xuan, how could you arrive without letting me know so I could extend some hospitality?” The Holy Desolate King spoke with a smile.

Xi Xuan sneered, “After a hundred years, I see you’re still as hypocritical as ever. Or have you come to steal my disciple’s fortune as well?”

Xi Xuan deliberately emphasized the word “disciple” to mock the Holy Desolate King for bullying the young, proving himself a hypocrite.

“Or do you wish to duel me? We’ve already fought many times over this millennium, knowing each other’s strengths and weaknesses well, yet you seem not to be my opponent.”

The smile on the Holy Desolate King’s face suddenly stiffened, a glint of cold light flashed in his eyes.

“You’ve cultivated the ’Prison Control Heart Sutra’ to the realm of Void Sound and Mastering Five Thunders; it’s indeed impressive. However, this is the Battle Domain, not your Heavenly Sword Sacred Land. Wilderness, come out and see who exactly has intercepted your fortune.”

No sooner had the words been spoken than ripples appeared in the void beside them. A female Martial Artist emerged, standing upon a spatial tempest.

Zhong Lin also raised an eyebrow; he was naturally aware of the Wilderness King, her name having reached his ears even at the Luoxing Islands, as Long Zhao had gritted his teeth against her multiple times, wishing to skin and eat her flesh.

The overnight destruction of the Sea Suppressing Sect was orchestrated by her, yet he didn’t expect it to be a woman.

Tu Ye stepped to Xi Xuan’s side, his expression growing serious.

Three against two.

Not an easy situation.

“Xi Xuan, long time no see. I’m wondering if the three of us might leave your entire Sword Pavilion lineage here today?”

The Wilderness King smiled gently, her gaze towards Zhong Lin harboring hidden murderous intent.

“Hahaha, you want to keep our Sword Pavilion lineage?”

Xi Xuan chuckled lightly, “With the strength of the three of you, I fear it might be a bit difficult!”

Xi Xuan was full of confidence.

The Heavenly Sword Sacred Land has four Sealing King Strong People; why is only he the Heavenly Punishment Elder?

It must be understood that the Heavenly Punishment Elder oversees the Sect’s punishments, the most violent institution, and without sufficient power, how could one command obedience?

Apart from Xi Xuan being strong enough, another reason is that there is an Emperor’s Artifact on Sword Pavilion Mountain.

With the Heavenly Destiny Imperial Artifact in hand, in a life and death fight, no one except the Sect Leader would be his match.

“Hehe, Xi Xuan, three thousand years have passed and you’re still the same, as arrogant as ever.”

The Wilderness King’s eyes gleamed coldly, “Your disciple killed our Sacred Land’s true disciple, who was the foundation of the Sect and had reached Life and Death Realm perfection, about to break through Nirvana. He was outstanding in our Battle Heaven Sacred Land, a loss that no Sect can bear. He… must die.”

“Hahaha, a loss? Yet he was cut down by a Yin Yang Realm Martial Artist, such a waste, his death only relieved your Battle Heaven Sacred Land of one more drunk and glutton.”

Xi Xuan’s tone was full of mockery, his pride barely contained.

“Don’t put any high hats on yourselves; isn’t it just about taking my disciple’s fortune? The inheritance of the Undying Evil Emperor has always been in the Battle Domain, yet for thousands of years, you couldn’t find it, and now my disciple has just arrived and obtained the inheritance, proving it’s destined. Want to take his fortune? No way, our Heavenly Sword Sacred Land isn’t to be trifled with.”

The Holy Desolate King coolly retorted, “Xi Xuan, let’s not speak in riddles. The inheritance of the Undying Evil Emperor is of grave importance and cannot be allowed to leave with you. We can forego the cultivation techniques and martial arts, but the Form and Spirit Sect must remain. Your strength is indeed formidable, but with the three of us joined, we will stop at nothing, even if we can’t hold you, but killing one of your disciples would be all too easy.”

Xi Xuan’s face turned cold, “Oh really? Then let’s see who dies first.”

With a grasp into the void, a golden halo suddenly appeared in the skies and rapidly expanded, forming a gate resembling a Transmission Array.

The gate opened wide, and a terrifying sword intent that made hearts palpitate radiated from within.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Sword lights darted out of the doorway, innumerable and dazzling like a meteor shower,

creating a spectacular scene in the void.

One could see sword lights ceaselessly emerging in the air, as if responding to a call, the sheer force of the sword qi slicing the cloud sea in the sky into pieces, clearing the heavens.

“Red Cloud, Purple Sun, Snow Alleviation, Heaven’s Fury, Rongfeng…”

Zhong Lin glanced at the swords in the sky, proficiently naming them, disbelief almost tangible in his eyes.

As a Sword Pavilion Disciple, how could he not know these swords?

The Scripture Pavilion contained books recording these swords and the legends of their owners, each sword left behind by a Sword Cultivator after their demise, embodying the lifetime pursuit of their Sword Dao. Zhong Lin had devoted considerable time to studying them.

A Martial Artist’s Lifebound Weapon is extremely special, and to a Sword Cultivator, the sword is their life. Upon reaching a certain understanding in Sword Dao, a person becomes one with their sword – they are the sword, and the sword is them, inseparable in blood and lineage.

Thus, once their master dies, these Divine Swords would remain quietly on Sword Pavilion Mountain, hence the Sword Pavilion has another name.

Sword Tomb!

Yet Zhong Lin never imagined these Divine Swords could be summoned from billions of miles away by his Master as a means of attack.

Moreover, due to the unique nature of Sword Cultivators, these Spirit Swords were brimming with spirituality, each with their own characteristics.

For instance, the Red Cloud Sword was temperamental, the Purple Sun Sword the epitome of a gentleman, the Rongfeng Sword reminiscent of a graceful lady, its former owner was also an exceptional fairy.

But regardless of their temperament, every sword was proud and unyielding, never to be wielded by outsiders.

Zhong Lin’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“How did Master accomplish this?”

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