Chapter 770
Just as Xie Qingxue said, the Tongtian Sword Peak seems to have been established for the sake of the Wanjian Realm.
If he truly belonged to the Wanjian Realm, then after entering it, this place might undergo a significant transformation.
He wondered if the flying swords of the Tianhe disciples still possessed such spirit.
If not...
Then these people would be completely lost to history.
Xie Qingxue examined the jade tube for a moment longer and noticed that each unique spell within was inscribed with the corresponding names of the Tianhe disciples.
Her expression grew increasingly complex.
Uncle Pang, however, was all smiles: “This is great! With this sword manual, our Tianhe inheritance in the Jiushan Realm will be more legitimate than that of the previous Tianhe Sect.”
Xie Qingxue found it hard to refute him; after all, the previous Tianhe Sect didn’t even have the Nine Turns Golden Core method.
Even if one wanted to fully comprehend the techniques of those predecessors, it was unlikely.
Only someone like Zheng Fa, or her current self, had that foundation.
As she fell into silence, Uncle Pang continued, “Don’t be too sad, Fairy Xie. Although the Tianhe Sect is likely gone, from now on, our Sword Academy’s disciples will be the true heirs of Tianhe!”
Upon hearing this, Xie Qingxue’s expression shifted slightly.
Uncle Pang looked at the light screen again and said, “The best way to honor these predecessors is through inheritance.”
Xie Qingxue remained silent, merely lowering her gaze to the jade tube in her hand, then glancing at Zheng Fa in the video, her expression softening further.
Sister Zhang turned her attention to another light screen.
In that screen, the Jiu You Demon Ancestor was still desperately resisting the onslaught of the Buddha’s light.
She shook her head and said, “Looks like the Jiu You Demon Ancestor needs to hold on for a few more days.”
...
The Jiu You Demon Ancestor seemed genuinely anxious.
Or perhaps he was just very focused on the next step of the Tianhe method.
As Zheng Fa released a flying sword, he received a message from the Jiu You Demon Ancestor:
“Where are you? Have you entered the Wanjian Realm yet?”
Zheng Fa glanced at his feet firmly planted on the ground, then looked up at the towering Tongtian Sword Peak. After a moment of thought, he replied:
“Almost there.”
He was recording the spells of these Tianhe disciples primarily with the accumulation of strength in mind for the Jiushan Realm.
While others might rush straight into the Wanjian Realm, Zheng Fa always believed in leaving no stone unturned, wanting to absorb every bit of knowledge.
Moreover, while the Tianhe Sect of this era was decent, it was nowhere near as strong as the previous one.
The disciples of the last era not only had the Nine Turns Golden Core method but also the guidance of the Tianhe Venerable, the strongest of that epoch.
Given that the Tianhe Sect had nearly unified the Xuanwei, it was easy to imagine that these disciples were the most talented of their time.
Their strength far surpassed their peers, allowing them to dominate the Xuanwei.
If the Jiushan disciples could practice these methods, their combat power would increase significantly.
In contrast, this era’s Tianhe Sect had lost many foundational techniques, leading to an incomplete inheritance.
What Uncle Pang saw as a complex trial, Zheng Fa viewed as a treasure trove:
While others saw this place as a trial ground, Zheng Fa saw it as a scripture repository.
On the other hand, he always prepared for the worst:
If he couldn’t obtain the next step of the Tianhe method from the Wanjian Realm, then these techniques would serve as resources for them to independently deduce the Tianhe method.
Zheng Fa would never let that opportunity slip away.
As for the rest, he certainly thought about preserving the names of these Tianhe disciples for future generations to remember.
But that was merely a side benefit.
...
Zheng Fa glanced at the live broadcast from the Underworld.
He found that, compared to when he left, the situation hadn’t changed much:
The damage to Zhi Tong’s relic had affected Lu Yao somewhat; even the Buddha’s light was dimmer than before.
There was another reason.
Zheng Fa observed Lu Yao on the screen, noting how his gaze occasionally scanned the surroundings, and couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly:
This Lu Yao is probably still wary of me.
As a result, he was distracted, which eased the pressure on the Jiu You Demon Ancestor.
Based on the previous situation, the Jiu You Demon Ancestor could hold on for quite a while.
...
Zheng Fa continued to explore those magical flying swords, and he was getting faster.
After all, as he defeated more Tianhe disciples, his understanding of the Tianhe Sword Dao deepened—finding new things wouldn’t be so easy anymore.
In just over half a day, Zheng Fa had challenged all the flying swords at the magical artifact level.
He had accumulated over six records in the jade tube documenting the Tianhe Sword Manual.
Just then, the Jiu You Demon Ancestor seemed impatient and asked through the spiritual message:
“Have you entered the Wanjian Realm yet?”
“Almost there.”
“...Again with ‘almost’? What does that even mean?” The Jiu You Demon Ancestor was clearly dissatisfied with this answer and asked, “How many swords have you reached?”
It was evident that the Jiu You Demon Ancestor was quite familiar with the Tongtian Sword Peak.
“Finished with the magical artifact flying swords.”
“First one? Why so slow?” The Jiu You Demon Ancestor grew increasingly puzzled, then added, “Well, there are only three swords left.”
Zheng Fa glanced at the sky above, thought for a moment, and decided to tell the truth: “Not three.”
“What?”
“There should be... over six thousand?”
There were just too many swords to count at once.
The Jiu You Demon Ancestor took a long time to respond.
Zheng Fa looked at the Underworld’s live broadcast and saw the Jiu You Demon Ancestor with a dazed expression, clearly struck by the news.
He didn’t offer any more comfort, trusting in the Demon Ancestor’s mental fortitude.
After all, they had waited for hundreds of thousands of years; waiting another three or four days wouldn’t be a problem.
With a thought, Zheng Fa summoned over a thousand magical flying swords beneath him, lifting him like a flock of birds, soaring upward.
When he reached the mountainside of the Tongtian Sword Peak, these magical flying swords came to a halt.
Looking up, he saw that the surroundings were filled with magical treasure-level flying swords.
It seemed that magical artifact-level flying swords could only reach this point.
He turned his gaze to the other flying swords.
The magical treasure-level flying swords were the most numerous, totaling over five thousand.
The spirit artifact and spirit treasure-level flying swords combined didn’t even reach three hundred.
...
In just four days, Zheng Fa had nearly gone through all the thousands of celestial swords.
Objectively speaking, the spells he recorded amounted to about sixty percent.
Below the Golden Core disciples, he could almost grasp everything.
But for the Nascent Soul disciples, he only had a grasp of about forty to fifty percent.
Above the Transformation Stage, each had their unique skills, and he could only learn about twenty to thirty percent.
Well, let’s not even talk about learning; some he couldn’t even defeat:
After all, they were in their own bodies, and he couldn’t use his innate divine abilities; if it came to a real fight, he would be at a disadvantage.
There was no helping it; these celestial swords were not there to teach disciples, and what he learned depended entirely on his previous accumulation.
Five spirit treasure flying swords lifted Zheng Fa, flying toward the mountain peak.
However, when he reached the summit, he didn’t see any buildings.
“Where’s the Wanjian Realm?”
Uncle Pang asked Xie Qingxue.
“Look up.”
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 521: The Tianhe of Yesteryear, A Question Across the Void
Upon hearing Xie Qingxue’s words, Zheng Fa tilted his head back and looked up.
It was pitch black.
The flying swords beneath him emitted a sword light, which shot into the void but seemed to be swallowed by an invisible maw, disappearing without a trace.
Xie Qingxue wouldn’t tease him.
Zheng Fa focused intently and soon noticed something unusual:
In the dimness, faint spiritual lights flickered in the distance.
Upon closer inspection, he saw a massive arc-shaped object, rotating and undulating.
This shape looked somewhat familiar...
“A compass?”
A flash of inspiration struck Zheng Fa, and he exclaimed in realization.
After examining it again, he confirmed that this was indeed the compass used by Master Yan to verify his identity back in the day.
The compass had a gap in the center, shaped like the Yin-Yang fish jade pendant.
Now, this compass was rotating around the mountain peak, as if placing a headband on this pinnacle of Xuanwei.
He stood right in that gap.
Xie Qingxue sighed, “This gap is the portal to the Wanjian Realm. Unfortunately, this Wanjian Realm is shrouded in complete darkness and chaos. Our Tianhe Sect has searched for hundreds of thousands of years without uncovering its secrets.”
Does this mean he already had one foot in the Wanjian Realm?
Attempting to channel his spiritual power, Zheng Fa transformed into a long rainbow and flew upward.
The method of transformation had been restored!
He passed through the gap in the compass, but ahead was still nothing but darkness. As he flew, a sudden chill ran down his spine, prompting him to halt the rainbow light.
A sword qi whistled past him, slicing through the darkness and creating a rift.
Starlight streamed in through the rift.
“What’s going on?”
This Wanjian Realm was indeed peculiar; the creation jade tablet seemed unaffected, and his communication with the Jiushan Realm remained uninterrupted.
Sensing the earlier danger, Sister Zhang’s tone was filled with urgency.
“It’s nothing, just a bit sudden.”
“However, the power of this sword qi is not weaker than my use of the Xianxian Sword.”
Zheng Fa felt a twinge of fear.
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