Chapter 91: Only One Sword

The galaxy flowed, the world turned, and the mortal realm lay within the palm of the hand.

Lin Jiufeng furrowed his brows as he gazed at the mortal world, then turned his attention to the "enemy" in the hands of the Master.

That should be the dimensional battlefield.

Lin Jiufeng had heard of it but never fully understood it. However, from the name alone, he could tell it was no ordinary place.

The Dimensional Battlefield.

A place named after a battlefield was surely no place of kindness.

Lin Jiufeng focused on the Master, his thoughts churning. Suddenly, a realization struck him, and he hurriedly asked, "Since the path to immortality is a trap, then over the years, the top experts of the mortal realm must have entered the Dimensional Battlefield by taking the path to immortality..."

The Master nodded slowly, with difficulty. "The path to immortality is indeed the trap of the Dimensional Battlefield. Once someone steps onto it, they become prey to alien forces, with no ability to resist. The only way to survive is to break through the limits of this world with your own strength."

"Currently, only you and that Kirin can break through the eleventh restriction. The Kirin is a divine beast, and it seems to have its own matters to attend to, rarely showing itself. That's why I've been keeping an eye on your movements."

"Ten years ago, you had already reached the tenth restriction. Ten years from now, you will undoubtedly have a chance to break through the eleventh restriction."

"You've been too low-key, which is why I told others that there's a 'God of the Mortal Realm' among the top ten kings. I just wanted to see if your strength has truly surpassed the eleventh restriction."

Lin Jiufeng silently listened, watching the Master. He didn't blame him for spreading the word about his status as the "God of the Mortal Realm."

Instead, his thoughts were on how to use this tiny mortal realm to defeat the terrifying enemy.

After much contemplation, Lin Jiufeng arrived at a single solution.

If he was strong enough, then the mortal realm would be strong enough.

What difference did a thousandfold stronger enemy make? By then, it would only take one sword.

With this thought in mind, Lin Jiufeng grasped the mortal realm in his hand and, using the energy the Master had given him, prepared to clash with the vastly stronger enemy.

The energy that the Master had condensed into the mortal realm was far too insignificant compared to the enemy's might. It seemed hopeless.

But Lin Jiufeng didn't believe that.

He remembered a sword technique he had once comprehended.

The Sword of the Mortal Realm!

He had never had the chance to use it before, despite its enormous power. With so many sword techniques at his disposal, there had never been room for the Sword of the Mortal Realm to show its might.

For Lin Jiufeng, this was his secret weapon.

Now, looking at the mortal realm in his hand, he recalled this sword technique.

This sword technique began to take shape in the mortal realm the Master had given him.

The Sword of the Mortal Realm naturally sought the mortal realm.

The Sword of the Mortal Realm would be forged within the mortal realm.

Now, holding the mortal realm in his palm, Lin Jiufeng drew the sword.

Clang!!!

The sword intent clashed, and the energy of the mortal realm erupted, sweeping through the galaxy. The Master, standing nearby, blinked in surprise.

The mortal realm energy the Master had given him was meager at best. It was from ten years ago, after all—how could it be powerful?

Yet, in that moment, the energy from ten years ago erupted fiercely in Lin Jiufeng's palm, releasing a terrifying force that spread across the galaxy, like mercury flowing across the ground.

The Master's eyes widened in shock as he witnessed scenes of the mortal realm manifest around Lin Jiufeng.

He saw an elderly man suffering from illness, pleading weakly.

He saw a scholar hanging himself, reading diligently for ten years.

He saw a loving couple, deeply in love, living a long and happy life.

He saw a young man brimming with ambition, riding off into the world with his sword.

He saw a newlywed couple from a family of scholars, dressing and grooming each other with affection.

He also saw a monk in a Buddhist temple, struggling for eighty years, finally stepping into the tenth restriction.

Snowflakes swirled, torrential rain poured down, and scenes of joy and sorrow unfolded in the mortal realm...

Each person, in their own life, walked their own path.

The Master watched it all, deeply moved and utterly shocked.

Because this sword, the Sword of the Mortal Realm, was perfectly in sync with the mortal realm. There was not a single flaw.

Lin Jiufeng had used the energy the Master gave him and invoked the sword technique he had once comprehended, melding it with his understanding of the mortal realm.

This sword had walked out from the endless human world, having observed both its splendor and its sorrow.

Now, with the mortal realm in his hand, Lin Jiufeng raised his sword and unleashed it.

Boom!!!

This sword was not powered by Lin Jiufeng's own energy, but by the meager energy the Master had given him.

The Master's mortal realm energy was scarce.

But at this moment, Lin Jiufeng gathered that meager energy and transformed it into a sword strike, cutting toward the "enemy."

Clang!!!

The sword energy reverberated, clashing with the sword intent. The Sword of the Mortal Realm, carrying the weight of the vast world, struck with unparalleled force.

The Master's face grew solemn. He channeled the energy from the "enemy" he held and struck forward.

There were no flashy moves, no special incantations—just the pure energy from the "enemy" he had gathered.

That energy was thousands of times more potent than the energy from the mortal realm in Lin Jiufeng's palm. If the Master were to use techniques or martial arts, that would truly be troublesome.

There's a saying: "When resources are scarce, aim for precision; when resources are abundant, cover the opponent with overwhelming force."

It's only when you're not strong enough that you exhaust yourself with countless techniques.

When you are strong enough, you simply drown your opponent with infinite energy and sever all their hope.

The Master did just that.

Boom!

The "enemy" he controlled erupted in a torrent of energy, sweeping over everything in front of it. The energy sealed off all distances.

This sealing barrier directly blocked Lin Jiufeng's Sword of the Mortal Realm.

Boom!!!

The energy poured forth, a dazzling light flooding the galaxy, covering it in a radiant, silk-like display.

All the spectators watching this scene shook their heads, believing Lin Jiufeng had no chance of winning.

Of course, they didn't think Lin Jiufeng would lose; rather, they felt the Master's actions were a bit unfair.

The gap between the two was too vast.

Lin Jiufeng had barely pieced together one sword strike.

The Master, on the other hand, unleashed an indiscriminate energy flood, a full-scale strike.

Anyone else would have lost without a doubt.

And the Master thought so too. Even though Lin Jiufeng's sword strike had amazed him, the gap in energy was simply too great.

He didn't believe Lin Jiufeng's sword could break through the overwhelming energy barrier and succeed.

It was like the difference between the mortal realm and the Dimensional Battlefield—no one could break free.

Clang!!!

But at that moment, amidst the boundless, glorious energy covering everything, a single, determined sword strike broke free, roaring defiantly, and then—whoosh!—it tore through the obstacles, striking with fierce intent.

The sword wasn't fast, but to the Master, it seemed as massive as a mountain.

Boom!

The sword landed on the "enemy" he had set up, and with a cracking sound, the "enemy" shattered.

The Sword of the Mortal Realm shattered along with it.

The Master and the spectators were stunned.

This battle wasn't as intense as the one with the drunken man, nor as dazzling as the battles with Tao Hua Mountain Daoist and Wu Bu Zen Monk.

This battle was all about shock.

Because this time, Lin Jiufeng wasn't the strongest; he didn't possess invincible power or a fearsome realm. All he had was a fragile mortal realm.

Yet, he had done it. With the power of the mortal realm, he had struck down the most powerful enemy.

The Master bowed deeply, his admiration clear. He spoke decisively, "I have lost."