“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh!”
A powerful aura erupted from Miaohua Palace, instantly alarming the nearby martial artists.
Because the Cangshan Sect was relatively close, the higher-ups and disciples could clearly sense the sharp sword intent contained within the aura.
“What’s going on?”
Ma Yunteng and Wang Donglin and the others looked bewildered.
“Swish—”
Just then, a sword light suddenly flew out from within Miaohua Palace.
When the radiance dispersed, they saw a sword engraved with the Big Dipper pattern suspended in the sky.
“Sect Master Jun!”
Ma Yunteng spotted Jun Changxiao.
However, that fellow’s current situation was—one hand gripping the sword hilt, his entire body hanging down and swaying left and right, giving the impression he’d been forcibly dragged up.
Dog Leftover was still weak.
He had no ability to fly while wielding the sword, so at this moment he was completely being passively taken up.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh!”
The Xuanyuan Divine Sword continuously released special auras, then gathered into a graceful figure that enveloped the constantly swaying Jun Changxiao, merging into his body, merging into the depths of his soul.
“Whoosh!”
At the same time, unfamiliar memories surged into his consciousness like a tide, then gathered into remnant shadows one after another, into movements one after another.
From their form, they were clearly sword techniques!
“Whoosh!”
As Jun Changxiao continuously forced himself to accept the unfamiliar memories, an even sharper sword momentum erupted from his entire body.
“This is…” Guixu Sword Saint, holding a bowl of fried rice, walked out from the dining hall and exclaimed: “Tiangang Sword Intent!”
Wait!
Why was this guy in the Eternal Realm?
The reason was simple—the bamboo forest, house, and mountain peak were all gone, so he could only temporarily stay here.
It was just like Jun Changxiao smashing the neighbor’s pot and not providing compensation—naturally they had to come to his house to eat.
“That’s not right!”
Jian Guixu wondered: “Didn’t that girl already inherit it? How did Sect Master Jun inherit it again?”
While eating, while watching.
“Whoosh!”
The Tiangang Sword Intent erupting from Jun Changxiao’s entire body became even stronger, but because he was forcibly accepting the sword techniques, his mind felt like it was going to explode, so his entire face gradually became ferocious.
Fortunately, this situation didn’t last long.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
The pain receded. Jun Changxiao, dangling in mid-air, breathed rapidly, his forehead covered in beads of sweat, his gradually relaxing face squeezing out a slight smile.
At this moment, he was crystal clear—he had not only inherited the Tiangang Sword Intent but also inherited the Tiangang Sword Art. Every move and style was imprinted in his consciousness, so clear, so skillful. As long as he had even a bit of strength, he could easily execute them.
“Sect Master Jun.”
Suddenly, Xi Jingxuan’s voice came to his ear: “From today on, you are the new master of the Xuanyuan Divine Sword. My master’s will shall also be inherited and continued by you.”
“I won’t fail this mission!” Jun Changxiao said solemnly.
Xi Jingxuan added: “I used the Phantom Spirit Technique to forcibly merge with the weapon spirit. Although I gained the authority to designate the owner at will, as punishment, only by entering the sword body can the Xuanyuan Divine Sword’s true power be unleashed.”
“Damn!”
The System said: “I was right after all!”
It had already fantasized about the scene when fighting enemies—Hua Meigui possessing his body, transforming into Jun Meigui, and Xi Jingxuan possessing the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, becoming Jun Jingxuan.
“This isn’t running a harem.”
The System said speechlessly: “This is using several intimately close female characters as power-up tool people! Little Duo, come out and spray Dog Leftover to death!”
“Thud!”
Jun Changxiao slowly landed, going limp and collapsing.
“Swish!”
The scabbard flew over.
“Clang—” The Xuanyuan Divine Sword sheathed itself.
At the same time, wisps of soul energy diffused, and Xi Jingxuan gradually appeared before Jun Changxiao. The Xuanyuan Divine Sword immediately became plain, clearly losing the weapon spirit’s enhancement was equivalent to losing its soul.
“Palace Master Xi.”
Jun Changxiao said bitterly: “Why did you have to do this?”
Being able to inherit Senior Gu’s weapon, inherit his sword intent and sword techniques—Dog Leftover was actually quite happy. But signing a Life Contract with this woman meant being bound together, with all their lives and deaths resting on his shoulders.
“This is my destiny.”
Xi Jingxuan said: “And also Sect Master Jun’s destiny.”
When she accepted the memories and understood everything from her past life, the first thing she thought of was finding Jun Changxiao to sign a Life Contract.
Actually, as a weapon spirit, Xi Jingxuan’s choice of Jun Changxiao to inherit had no emotional involvement—she simply recognized this man as worthy of trust, most qualified to inherit her master’s legacy.
Because she understood him, she believed in him.
“I understand.”
Jun Changxiao stood up supporting himself with the sword and said solemnly: “I will inherit Senior Gu’s legacy and fight the Heavenly Demon Emperor…” He raised his head and roared: “To the end!”
Strange to say.
He was clearly very weak, yet the words he shouted were soul-stirring.
There had originally been a dark cloud in the sky, which gradually dissipated after the sound spread.
Jian Guixu set down his fried rice, clasped his hands behind his back, resuming his immortal, transcendent appearance, looked toward the newly appeared sun, and said in a profound tone: “The dawn… is breaking!”
…
“Swish—”
The Eternal sailed through the universe, disappearing from the Guixu Realm at extreme speed.
Because they’d destroyed the Blade Fleet, it wasn’t suitable to stay here long, so they had to leave quickly to prevent the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s side from sending people to kill them.
Of course.
All the living beings inside had been sent into the Eternal Realm.
Fortunately, the Guixu Realm wasn’t too large. If it were a level like the Dutian Realm, it definitely couldn’t accommodate so many people.
“Sigh.”
Within the Eternal Sect, Jian Guixu let out a sigh.
“Senior.”
Jun Changxiao handed over a bowl of fried rice and said: “We have a common enemy. Why not join forces to resist?”
“…” Jian Guixu pushed the fried rice back, his face stern as he said: “Boy, do you think you can make me submit with just a bowl of rice?”
“No.”
Jun Changxiao sat down, pointed at the bowl of rice with righteous indignation and said: “In this junior’s eyes, this bowl of rice represents the entire upper world. Every grain of rice inside represents countless living beings across myriad planes.”
“…”
Jian Guixu fell silent.
Jun Changxiao extended his hand and pinched out a handful of rice grains from the bowl, scattering them on the table, saying: “If we don’t unite, we’ll be slowly devoured by the Heavenly Demon Emperor.”
“The great chivalrous man serves his country and people.”
“The upper cosmos urgently needs people like me and Senior to stand up and save countless living beings from fire and flood!”
“Swish!”
Jun Changxiao stood up, picked up the fried rice and said: “The best way to deal with the Heavenly Demon Emperor is to pick up this bowl and greet his head with it!”
“Smack!”
The fried rice was slapped onto the table.
“…” Jian Guixu immediately felt heartache that a bowl of rice was wasted like this.
“Well said.”
He stood up and said: “Please, Sect Master Jun, join my Sword Alliance to jointly resist the Heavenly Demon Emperor!”
“…”
Jun Changxiao collapsed directly onto the table.
So after all that talking, I still didn’t move him.
No choice!
Jun Changxiao placed the Xuanyuan Divine Sword on the table and said: “Jian Guixu, today I command you with Senior Gu’s will—unconditionally join the Jun Alliance and assist this seat in punishing evil and eliminating wickedness!”
“You…”
Jian Guixu pointed at him.
After a moment, putting down all pretense, he said: “Fine.”
This legend finally compromised—not for Jun Changxiao, nor for that bowl of fried rice, but for Gu Xuanyuan.
“Boy.”
Jian Guixu’s expression turned serious: “The Heavenly Demon Emperor has eight top-tier experts under his command, their strength all no less than this old man’s. Are you confident you can defeat them?”
“No confidence.”
“…”
“However, please rest assured, Senior.”
Jun Changxiao raised his palm and said: “I, Jun Changxiao, swear to the heavens—sooner or later, I will destroy the Heavenly Demon Emperor and destroy all his minions!”
“Good!”
Jian Guixu said: “This old man and all members of the Sword Alliance will join the Jun Alliance!”
Just as his words fell, his complexion suddenly turned ugly, then clutching his chest, he said painfully: “The Guixu Realm… is gone…”
…
“Whoosh whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
In the shattered Guixu Realm, black flames spread.
A burly black shadow slowly walked out from within. This guy had a ferocious face, ugly features, two curved horns on his forehead, and a pair of black bat-like wings on his back.
“Boom! Boom!”
Subtitle text appeared on screen—One of the Eight Heavenly Dragons under the Heavenly Demon Emperor, King Jialuo!
“The Eternal Sect?”
“Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you still can’t escape the fact of being destroyed.”
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