Volume 3 - Chapter 386: The Ultimate Sword That Illuminated the Southern Realm
Ying Xiaoxiao had poured everything she had into saving Li Hao—every last shred of power, including the fate and vitality of this sole reincarnated life that connected her to him, and even the core strength she had hidden deep within the long river of time. She had spared no cost to send Li Hao away.
And now, that divine power from a Supreme had torn it all apart and dragged him back!
Time twisted—reversing a millennium in an instant, only to reverse again just as quickly, returning everything to its original state.
This reincarnated body, bound to the Immortal Lord realm, could only access a limited portion of her core power. Even that was now completely drained.
Yet even a peak Immortal King could not resist that terrible force. And the one they were facing... that Supreme was far more terrifying than she had imagined. His control over the Dao of Time even surpassed hers.
It sounded almost absurd. But in her prime, Ying Xiaoxiao's mastery of the Dao of Time had already approached the level of an Immortal Emperor.
She had stepped beyond the Tenth Realm and awakened a unique temporal ability of her own.
Now, her porcelain-like, once-exquisite face cracked apart. Sorrow flooded her features, and tears streamed down her cheeks—like sparkling Immortal Dew slipping from her eyes.
At that same moment, seeing such despair and devastation on the girl's face, Li Hao froze. He understood what had happened. And in a flash, he realized what he had lost.
Why?
Why?!
Li Hao's blood surged violently, his mind ringing with an overwhelming buzz, as if even the blood in his brain was trembling.
Why would she do all this for him?
His eyes reddened. In his palm, the newly condensed Dao-Origin Immortal Seal—shaped like a broken sword—suddenly pulsed with terrifying sword might. This sword intent bore the fused power of the Nine Sequences, representing the unification of all Daos.
His Sword Dao, his will—was his and his alone.
Now, the Dao-Origin had fused into one. Countless Daos were now but one. All could be severed.
As the Sword Dao merged with the Dao-Origin Immortal Seal, a unique sword aura belonging solely to the True Immortal Realm burst forth from Li Hao’s palm. It surged outward, sending gales hundreds of meters wide in every direction, lifting his hair into a frenzy.
"This Sword Dao..."
Not far off, Jianxin and Mingyue—both already stunned—watched with wide, disbelieving eyes.
Especially Jianxin. His pupils contracted, an expression of utter shock etched across his face.
Someone had surpassed him in the Sword Dao—within the same realm!
This wasn’t the Sixth Sequence level of sword essence. But that sword aura… it had reached a kind of extremity. No longer bound by the traditional classifications of sword essence—it was the pinnacle of the Sword Dao for their current realm!
No matter how refined or high Jianxin’s Sword Dao had become, it could not compare to this sword.
This sword could shatter mountains, sever seas, decapitate spirits, reverse the heavens, upend yin and yang—and smash stars!
It was the pinnacle. The limit. The ultimate.
Jianxin understood: in the True Immortal Realm, no matter the depth of cultivation, no matter the strength of techniques or mysteries—none could surpass this sword.
The intent behind it, combined with the Dao-Origin Immortal Seal, created a harmony that was flawless. A fusion so perfect, it could never be replicated.
As the Southern Realm’s foremost Sword Dao prodigy, the strongest Sword Immortal Body of the True Realm, he suddenly felt an urge to kneel.
And in that moment, deep in his heart, pain bloomed.
Yes—he was an opponent. And even though Li Hao had once offended his master, he had harbored anger.
But now, seeing that dazzling youth—no matter what he had done—just imagining his fall brought a sharp pain to his chest. That ultimate sword light... would vanish from the True Realm. Never to return.
It would only shine for a fleeting moment—but he would remember it for ten thousand years, until the end of his life!
Beyond Jianxin and Mingyue’s deeply personal reactions, countless others atop the mountain felt it too.
That radiant sword light blazed across the summit, across the Celestial Palace, and across the entire Southern Realm. Countless sword cultivators felt a jolt in their hearts.
Even far away—among the ancient peaks of the Ancient Sword Immortal Clan, those who had sneered and scorned the youth before—fell silent. Not a sound. Their gazes were locked on that sword light, their expressions frozen in awe.
Even Immortal Kings, usually above all this, showed sorrow and regret in their eyes.
It was not about sides. Not about enmity.
In this moment, they all grieved the impending loss of this sword light.
"This Sword Dao… has reached the peak of what a True Immortal can achieve."
"It’s a perfect match with the Immortal Seal. The ultimate of its realm."
"He’s mastered the ultimate sword of the True Immortal Realm!"
"Could this be the so-called Divine Sword? The one that once flashed through the True Realm, stirring all the domains, now reappearing?"
Throughout the True Realm—and even beyond in the pseudo realms—legends of the Divine Sword were whispered.
One sword. Supreme in its perfection. Containing all phenomena, infinite in change yet simple to its core.
No one had ever imagined what such a sword would look like.
But now, as they stared at the sword aura in that youth’s palm—those four words formed in their minds:
Divine Sword.
So it was this. This was its brilliance. This was its purity.
"Such terrifying sword power... that boy..."
"Celestial Emperor, you've gone too far. Smothering a miracle, crushing a young emperor. Don’t think no one remembers what you did back then."
Across the Southern Realm, countless hidden figures emerged, all staring gravely toward the heavens.
As the Nine Seals shattered and the Dao-Origin surged into view, its unified resonance—though centered on the distant Imperial Platform and glowing from Li Hao’s brow—spread like a ripple across a tranquil lake, radiating through the entire Southern Realm of the True Realm.
Many reclusive powers sensed the anomaly in the flow of time and emerged, gazing at the scene. Some eyes filled with solemnity, others with fury.
"To think the Southern Realm would birth such a monstrous genius. Luckily, the Celestial Emperor will put an end to him. Even the Dao-Origin Immortal Seal can’t save him."
"Indeed. Even an Immortal King is but an ant before an Immortal Emperor. Talent is still just talent in the end..."
From hidden corners of the realm, sinister figures with strange auras smiled coldly as they watched.
In a distant teahouse, Mi Xueyao, cloaked in a black dress, wore a complex expression.
That youth had defied her expectations again and again. Now, even as one of the Ancient Fiends, she felt a flicker of unwillingness in her heart. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret at the thought of his fall.
That regret transcended their acquaintance.
It was mourning for something perfect being broken.
On the edge of the Imperial Platform, boundless light gathered in Li Hao’s palm.
He gazed at the crumbling figure and the dispersing seven-colored light, a tightness in his chest making it hard to breathe.
Then he turned.
He swung that sword—full force—toward the power binding him.
Break!
Break for me!
Even his primordial spirit roared with fury!
Countless onlookers could no longer bear to watch—or to listen.
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