Chapter 9 The Sword of the Mortal, No Harm to the Supreme!
What!
Wudao Tian, Leng Bi Yue was astounded.
"Great Emperor, I dare not!" Wudao Tian promptly responded.
Yang Yan is the Host, and he is Yang Yan's servant.
As a servant, naturally, he would not dare to draw his sword against the Host.
Even the mere thought of taking action against Yang Yan felt like a sacrilege to him!
"I command you to stab, so you shall stab." Yang Yan gave the command in a cold voice.
Wudao Tian took a deep breath.
"Yes, Great Emperor!"
He picked up a sword and held it tightly.
His heart was in turmoil, not daring to proceed.
"Hmm?" Yang Yan's eyes sharpened.
This startled Wudao Tian, his heart sank, and, becoming resolute, he fiercely stabbed towards Yang Yan.
Although the thrust was quick, it lacked any force!
Because Yang Yan was the Host, Wudao Tian did not dare to exert strength!
"Here it comes!"
Yang Yan was calm and composed, watching Wudao Tian's sword approach.
He did not counterattack, he not even move!
"Great Emperor!" Seeing this, Wudao Tian's face changed.
Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, the tip of his longsword suddenly bent.
Then it shook violently and broke free from his grasp.
With a snap, it broke into two pieces midair and fell to the ground.
"This..." Wudao Tian was so shocked he couldn't speak.
The sword in his hand had broken itself.
Split into two, no longer usable!
"Why would this happen?" Leng Bi Yue was equally shocked.
Amidst her shock, she was filled with puzzlement.
A sword!
Why would it break itself!
"Great Emperor's divine skills are unparalleled, Wudao Tian admires you." Wudao Tian bowed in flattery.
Although he didn't know why, he knew it was Yang Yan's doing.
It was the Great Emperor's doing!
Since it was an act of the Great Emperor, it made sense here!
"Mortal swords cannot harm the Supreme!"
Yang Yan did not speak; he closed his eyes.
But the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved up, revealing a smile.
He understood!
"Supreme Innate Spiritual Sword Body!"
After enhancing his Root Bone, his Physique had once again transformed.
The Innate Spiritual Sword Body was no longer merely an Innate Spiritual Sword Body!
Because his Innate Sword Bone was no longer common.
It was the Supreme Innate Sword Bone, the Emperor of Sword Bones!
In the future, the Sword Dao he cultivated would be the Supreme Sword Path.
The king of all swords!
The supreme existence among swords!
"In the future, no mortal sword will strike against me!"
In the presence of the Supreme Sword Bone, mortal swords were like mortals beholding an Emperor, the Supreme.
Taking action against Yang Yan was like taking action against an Emperor
In the face of the Emperor, towering and mighty!
Which ordinary mortal possessed such courage!
Thus, mortal swords, just like mortals, lacked the courage to face him!
They could only self-destruct!
"I must start from the very basics of Human Sword Unity in my cultivation, and carve out my own path in the Sword Dao," Yang Yan vowed silently.
The path of Sword Dao by the Sword Tao Emperor did not suit Yang Yan.
He must tread a unique path of the Supreme Sword Path!
A path transcending that of the Sword Tao Emperor!
In the future, no matter at what realm in Sword Dao he was!
His Sword Dao would always be the strongest existence within that realm.
The Supreme of Sword Dao!
Capable of suppressing all other existences in Sword Dao!
"Sooner or later, no one will be able to draw a sword before me, hmm?
My body can move now?" Yang Yan thought to himself.
He slightly moved his fingers and found that they could now follow his will.
He exerted force in his legs and took his first step.
He could walk!
Although still somewhat stiff!
After all, the Emperor Corpse was as hard as an Emperor Tao Weapon!
"Is it because of this enhancement in my Root Bone that my Root Bone and Physique have once again changed.
The Emperor Corpse is no longer just an Emperor Corpse."
The Emperor Corpse is not just an Emperor Tao Weapon, no longer eternally cold.
It not only fused his Ancient Sacred Body but also his Supreme Sword Bone.
Yang Yan's Physique accounted for two-thirds.
His compatibility with the Emperor Corpse has increased, and thus he can move!
"I want to have complete control of the Emperor Corpse, to exercise Profound Skill technique, but there are still obstacles.
The Emperor Corpse is still too strong and too solid."
Yang Yan carried the Immortal Goddess Sword on his back, suppressing the Emperor's Power and Tao Rhythm left behind by the Sword Tao Emperor.
With these two under control, he could simply manipulate the Emperor Corpse.
Just that his arms cannot bend, his legs cannot bend.
His walking posture, appeared unique, distinct.
"The Sword Tao Emperor has been completely resurrected." Leng Bi Yue watched as Yang Yan took each step forward.
Although his walking posture was different from ordinary people, it was enough to make her heart race.
She witnessed him come back to life, bit by bit.
That was the Sword Tao Emperor who died a hundred thousand years ago!
A person from a hundred thousand years ago, could live again.
If others were to know, it would certainly drop jaws.
Yang Yan put the coffin into his Sea of Consciousness in the center of his forehead, and pointed to Wudao Tian.
"Go find a palanquin for me, I want to ride in one!"
It turned out he couldn't move at all previously, his Emperor's Power and Tao Rhythm might not be suppressed at any time.
So he had been standing inside the coffin, carried by the Saintess Leng Bi Yue, and now he was able to walk.
The Emperor's Power and Tao Rhythm, along with the Divine Sword's suppression, wouldn't leak out a bit.
The feeling of freedom!
Made him want to take a good look at this unfamiliar world.
"It is the Great Emperor."
A palanquin was carried forth by Wudao Tian, placed in front of Yang Yan.
"Great Emperor, please!"
Yang Yan's gaze shifted.
"Leng Bi Yue, lift me up."
"It is the Great Emperor."
"From now on, call me Master!"
"It is Master!"
Leng Bi Yue bowed, then stepped forward and lifted Yang Yan into the palanquin.
Wudao Tian held the palanquin with one hand and walked down towards the Heishui Sect.
Yang Yan lay in the palanquin, slowly closing his eyes.
So comfortable!
"You go find some fruits for me to eat!" he ordered Leng Bi Yue once again.
"Yes, Master."
Leng Bi Yue disappeared above the palanquin, and the System's voice came into Yang Yan's mind.
"Host, do you wish to cultivate the Kunpeng Devouring Sky Technique?"
"Cultivate!"
In his Sea of Suffering, golden Profound Qi surged tumultuously.
In the air, it condensed into a massive Kunpeng, its figure swimming up and down, swallowing clouds and mist.
Every breath was accompanied by the activation of every cell in Yang Yan's body.
His whole body's cells, seemed like living people!
Inhaling the endless power around him, drawing it into his body.
Entering into the Sea of Suffering, swallowed by the huge silhouette of Kunpeng.
Then, when it spat it back out, the power became pure, drops of golden Profound Qi.
Countless droplets of golden Profound Qi fell like rain into the Sea of Suffering, adding tremendous strength to Yang Yan.
"The Divine Bridge has become more profound!"
Above the Sea of Suffering, a bridge had already become half-materialized.
That was Yang Yan's Divine Bridge!
It would span both ends of the Sea of Suffering!
"The Divine Bridge will probably have to span even longer, even farther!"
Yang Yan introspected, he could see his own Sea of Suffering still expanding.
If other Cultivators saw it, they would probably be shocked.
Because even the Ancient Sacred Body that specializes in the cultivation of the Sea of Suffering, couldn't cultivate such a vast Sea of Suffering!
Half an hour later, Leng Bi Yue came flying with many rare fruits.
The person who could make a Saintess do such a thing, feared that in the world only Yang Yan alone.
"Master!"
Leng Bi Yue placed the rare fruits down, softly calling out.
In front of Yang Yan, she became gentler than before!
Yang Yan opened his eyes, and Leng Bi Yue immediately helped him up, picking up a piece of Snow Spirit Pear.
With a bite, Leng Bi Yue fed the Snow Spirit Pear into his mouth, the transparent pear flesh melted upon entry, extremely sweet.
"Master, while I was picking the rare fruits just now, I heard that near Cloud City about three hundred li away, a burial tomb has appeared," reported Leng Bi Yue.
A tomb!
"What Cultivation level was the Cultivator's tomb?"
"It seems to be a Cultivator's tomb who crossed the Other Shore and achieved the Dragon Transformation Realm, with divine light shooting into the sky, it should be a sign that treasures have appeared!"
Above the Other Shore, the Dragon Transformation Realm!
Stronger than the Four Extremes Secret Realm by two whole Realms.
"Quite a number of Cultivators have gone there, shall we take a look?" Leng Bi Yue asked.
"Let's go."
"Yes, Master."
Leng Bi Yue instructed Wudao Tian to proceed in the direction of Cloud City.
After a short time, they encountered an elegant figures seated cross-legged on a lotus flying past, with a dark figure trailing behind, shuttling through the Void.
"Master, that seems to be the Yaochi Saintess, Xue Ni Chang!" Leng Bi Yue glanced and recognized the figure seated on the lotus.
The Yaochi Saintess?