Chapter 1730: Sword Ancestor Reincarnates and Gains Fame at Sea, Easily Obtaining the Destiny to Become a Saint

Two attacks!

Even this second attack was clearly not something Pei Yuan could unleash on his own; it leveraged external power.

It influenced the spectators across the Five Regions through the **Chuan Dao Jing**, causing a large number of them to faint.

Even Spirit Refiners who hadn't reached the Saint Stage could probably discern that the **Da Fan Long Yin** likely exceeded the limits of a Half-Saint.

"An attack at the Saint Emperor level?"

"And it's an attack that's even harder to defend against, in terms of spiritual intent!"

Despite this, Shou Ye didn't retreat a single step.

If he had pulled out the **Sui Jun Dun**, or like Beijian Xian, used the **Ming Jian Tian Jie** to block the attack, people would have found it perfectly understandable.

Shou Ye's strength was undeniable. Pei Yuan's inability to shake him even slightly was not beyond anyone's expectation.

Just as no one expected Shou Ye to truly engage in a life-or-death battle with Cang Sheng Da Di, even if Pei Yuan had turned and fled, everyone would have considered it natural.

But the key was that Shou Ye not only didn't move, he didn't defend at all throughout the entire process!

He shattered the first **Tian Lou Zhu** purely with his physical body and a single finger.

The second **Da Fan Long Yin** knocked out a large number of people across the Five Regions, injured and crippled thousands of prisoners in the **Heishi Laoyu**, and Beijian Xian even needed the **Di Jian Tian Jie** to defend against it.

Shou Ye remained motionless.

The **Da Fan Long Yin**, which swept across the Five Regions, merely scraped a few wounds onto his body, yet it also revealed his mental state.

If in the past, people had only vaguely heard that Shou Ye's Heart Sword Art imagery was that of the **Yinyue**, **Gaolou**, and **Beiying de Jianshen Gulouying** imagery.

Now, the people of the Five Regions had witnessed it with their own eyes.

The solitary **Gaolouying** standing behind Shou Ye, the person at the peak of the tower, looked down disdainfully at the Dead Sea. With a single glance, Half-Saint Pei Yuan's Dao heart shattered, and he suffered **zou hu ru mo**.

This scene was nothing short of impactful!

"First Sword Immortal..." someone mumbled in a daze.

In fact, looking back at Shou Ye's past achievements, the credibility of this "First Sword Immortal" was something no one could deny.

But imagination was one thing.

When the imagery of the **Jianshen Gulouying** was materialized, representing his spiritual intent, the shock brought by reality was another matter entirely.

"Two."

From within the Dead Sea, a calm voice resonated.

The tide reversed, and the huge waves receded, engulfing the two figures, one standing and one fallen, in the center of the battlefield.

"Impossible, impossible..." Pei Yuan's face was filled with disbelief as he stumbled to the ground in a panic, shuffling backward on his backside as if trying to escape a devil.

The gates of the **Heishi Laoyu** opened.

Feng Zhongzui, suppressing his excitement, tremblingly extended his hand and actively pushed the **Chuan Dao Jing** closer.

He focused on filming the sword god imagery behind Shou Ye, unable to stop sighing, "Is this Shou Ye's inner world?"

"In his self-perception, his talent can already rival the Ten Ancestors and the Sword God."

"Mortals might be affected by the **Da Fan Long Yin** and lose themselves... but for someone with such an unwavering resolve, the **Da Fan Long Yin** cannot shake his will in the slightest; it will only make him understand his true heart even more clearly!"

Feng Zhongzui himself was an ancient sword cultivator.

Naturally, he had also studied the current Buddhist teachings.

In fact, as ancient sword cultivators, everyone who practiced the Heart Sword Art had probably fantasized about whether their Heart Sword Art imagery could rival or even surpass the **Jianshen Gulouying**.

But fantasy and reality were disparate.

Throughout the history of ancient sword cultivators, even if you combined the Feng family of the Southern Region, the **Zangjianzhong**, and the **Canyue Xiancheng**, those who had cultivated the sword god imagery...

Could not compare to Ba Zun An, who had started cultivating the sword halfway!

And they were even less comparable to Shou Ye, who rose to become the First Sword Immortal from an unconventional background!

"It seems you no longer have the ability to make a third move."

Under the **Chuan Dao Jing**, Xu Xiaoshou shook his head as he looked at Pei Yuan, whose Dao heart had been shattered by his own fear, and tried to gather his strength back.

After a long while, the Heart Sword Art imagery finally dissipated.

Yes, this imagery was not materialized by himself; it was forcibly swept out by an external force!

The power of the **Da Fan Long Yin** indeed exceeded Xu Xiaoshou's expectations.

He thought that if Pei Yuan had been in a more stable state and performed this technique with a calm mind, he might have truly needed to pull out the **Sui Jun Dun** to block it.

But there were no ifs.

The "phase" that Pei Yuan materialized when performing the **Da Fan Long Yin** was also very vague.

Despite this, Xu Xiaoshou was still shocked when he saw it earlier.

Perhaps if a true Buddhist disciple had performed this attack, its power would have been even greater.

He wondered if that renowned You Yuan Fo Tuo knew this technique and what effect it would have if performed... unfortunately, there were still no ifs.

The reality was that the **Da Fan Long Yin**, which Pei Yuan unleashed at the cost of his life, only left scars on Xu Xiaoshou's body. When the aftershocks dissipated and the waves receded, the injuries were already healed.

In terms of spiritual intent, aside from being startled, there was only a slight needle-prick sensation.

My body, spirit, and intent have all transcended the Daoization; I wasn't joking with you...

Xu Xiaoshou walked forward, extending his hand towards Pei Yuan from afar.

"Impossible, impossible..."

Pei Yuan was still retreating, his thoughts completely chaotic, repeating only that one phrase.

When the Heart Sword Art imagery behind Xu Xiaoshou disappeared, he not only didn't feel at ease but instead trembled like a sieve.

"Sword Ancestor!"

"He is the Sword Ancestor!"

Pei Yuan looked around; there was no one beside him.

As Xu Xiaoshou stepped forward, he became more frantic and retreated further, growing more frantic the more he retreated.

"Sword God!"

"Believe me, he's not Xu Xiaoshou, he's the reincarnation of the Sword God!"

Pei Yuan pointed at the **Chuan Dao Jing**, at Feng Zhongzui, at the **Shengshan Binan Tuan** who had emerged from the **Heishi Laoyu** still shaken, and roared hysterically, "Believe me, believe me!"

"Everything I say is true, I've seen his true nature!"

"Don't come over, don't come over... Sword Ancestor, I'll kowtow to you... let me kowtow first!"

Thump, thump, thump!

He knelt and bowed, folding his body towards his knees to kowtow.

Finally, he looked up in a panic and pointed at the people behind Xu Xiaoshou, shouting, "Continue!"

"You! You... and you! Kowtow!"

"What are you looking at? He's the Sword Ancestor, kowtow, kowtow!"

The world fell silent.

No one had ever imagined that a dignified Half-Saint would be so terrified by two failed moves that he would call Shou Ye the Sword Ancestor and kowtow to him.

One must know that a Saint must not be humiliated.

Now, it was not Shou Ye humiliating the Half-Saint, but Pei Yuan humiliating himself and the name of Half-Saints throughout the world.

Even Nan Yu Ai Cang Sheng frowned, feeling a sense of disgrace.

But if one were to put themselves in his shoes...

Hmm, it was still incomprehensible.

Even Xu Xiaoshou couldn't comprehend it and was completely enlightened.

Logically, someone who could cultivate to Half-Saint, even if their Dao heart were to crack, it wouldn't be from fear.

It could be due to understanding the essence of the "cage theory" and being unable to accept that he had been cultivating in a direction that went against it.

He shouldn't...

At least not like Pei Yuan!

In the depths of the Southern Underworld Sea, however, Dao Qiongcang, who had Pei Yuan's first-hand information, could understand a thing or two.

A thousand years.

A thousand years was a long time, but also not a short time.

The Saint God Continent now generally had a generational change every thirty years. It was hard to imagine what Pei Yuan, who had lived for a thousand years but had also been holed up for a thousand years, had experienced during that time and what kind of mentality he had developed.

He became a Saint at the age of forty-two.

But in the thousand-plus years that followed, he regressed further and further.

It was said that the longer one lived, the more one would lose their true heart. Pei Yuan's true heart might have been shattered by Feng Yujin back in the year he became a Saint.

Even his current emergence to aid the Saint God Hall might have been an act of self-deception, a reckless attempt to deceive his Dao heart.

In this encounter at the Dead Sea, two attacks failed to kill Xu Xiaoshou.

Even the second attack, using the **Da Fan Long Yin** of the **Xing Dao Seng Zheng Xin Fo Tuo** from back then, which was his life-saving technique he had relied on for a thousand years, had no effect...

This deviation between fantasy and reality shattering one's Dao heart was understandable.

"Go back and retire!"

At the Dead Sea, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't bear to watch anymore.

To save his life, Pei Yuan was spewing out whatever he could at this moment.

The crucial thing was that he didn't want Pei Yuan's life, only his Half-Saint position... Oh, that indeed wasn't much different from taking his life.

The impact of **zou hu ru mo** on a person was indeed quite significant.

The **Chuan Dao Jing** was still broadcasting, and Xu Xiaoshou couldn't bear Pei Yuan to defile the Half-Saint's name. He caught Pei Yuan's soul body, which was desperately trying to escape but had nowhere to retreat.

"Refine!"

Like a demon refining souls.

As Pei Yuan screamed repeatedly, a beautiful crystal gem, like extracting the essence of a medicinal liquid, was extracted from the chaotic dross.

"Hmm."

With the Half-Saint position gone, Pei Yuan's soul body almost disintegrated, and the Dead Sea finally regained its tranquility.

Xu Xiaoshou retrieved his spoils of war.

The battle for Dao was one thing; he truly didn't want to take Pei Yuan's life. As for whether this person at this moment wanted to die or to cling to life...

Xu Xiaoshou didn't bother to consider such questions.

He casually crafted an array disk, collected Pei Yuan's soul fragments, and intended to give it to Zhu Yike to take out to Li Fugui.

Lord Li would handle the remaining trivial matters properly.

His considerations were sometimes even more detailed than his own, always reassuring.

"Whoosh..."

The pure waters of the Dead Sea surged with ripples.

Xu Xiaoshou turned around, looking back.

Just then, he felt his Qi Sea surge, and being in the Dead Sea, he unexpectedly showed signs of a breakthrough again.

If it weren't for the Dead Sea's forbidden magic, he might truly have been unable to suppress the impending Dao tribulation.

"Fame..."

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly understood something.

Indeed, even in battles against Ai Cang Sheng, even if he barely gained the upper hand, in the eyes of the people of the Five Regions, it was achieved through cleverness.

And it was indeed achieved through cleverness.

But his current fame still didn't match his strength.

Only this time, in a direct combat, effortlessly taking down Pei Yuan, this was a clear disparity in combat power that both old and young in the Five Regions could see.

Under the influence of the **Chuan Dao Jing**, Xu Xiaoshou felt the growth and nourishment of this "fame" so distinctly for the first time.

"Passive Points: 34207164."

He thought that if he continued to enter the Dead Sea at such a slow pace, let alone maxing out his passive points.

When he left, it was likely that the entire Saint God Continent wouldn't be able to suppress his newly acquired title of "First Sword Immortal"!

Only then could later generations contend against the overwhelming fame of the unparalleled Ten Zunzuo of the previous era!

"Hold steady, hold steady..."

"I still have many things to do, right here in the Dead Sea, right here under everyone's watchful eyes!"

...It was quiet all around.

The people here had no idea how turbulent the Five Regions were at this moment.

Feng Zhongzui aimed the **Chuan Dao Jing** at Shou Ye, only realizing that his current feeling was one of fear, even when trying to look Shou Ye in the eye.

"You've also unsealed your combat power?"

After Shou Ye walked over, he was as calm as if he had casually crushed an ant, and he could speak freely.

But Beibei, who was being stared at directly by him, instinctively avoided eye contact for no reason and lowered her small face slightly.

She had already released the **Di Jian Tian Jie**.

She also felt that the current Xu Xiaoshou was subtly different from Xu Xiaoshou before he slaughtered Saints.

This was certainly not because she was impressed by his power and had developed some kind of admiration... Beibei thought and thought, but couldn't figure out why, and subconsciously replied, "I wouldn't dare."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Beibei successfully activated her true self, her small face flushing: "Ah, ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"

"I mean, I didn't intend to fight you... Eh?"

Wasn't that still "I wouldn't dare"?

Presumably, Beibei herself realized her problem. Xu Xiaoshou teased her for a while, then bothered to continue.

He carried the Half-Saint position and the Soul-Absorbing Array Disk, his gaze sweeping over the **Shengshan Binan Tuan** one by one.

All of them lowered their gazes!

Even Fang Wenxin felt as if he had touched a sharp, unsheathed treasure sword, and his soul was being cut painfully.

He also slightly lowered his head.

When his gaze finally fell on Zhu Yike, this insider of the **Tianshang Diyi Lou** also instinctively shrank his neck.

But soon, he straightened his back, and a belated surprise surged onto his face: "Congratulations, Shou Ye, for taking a city!"

"As for the rest..."

He turned to look at the **Shengshan Binan Tuan**, already realizing that these were not people from the **Tianshang Diyi Lou**.

Beibei and Fang Wenxin were fine.

The other Saints in the **Binan Tuan** at this moment subtly glanced sideways, wishing they could kill Zhu Yike with their eyes.

You're a dog, aren't you!

Why bring up something that's better left unsaid?

"It's enough."

Xu Xiaoshou had no intention of striking while the iron was hot.

He walked up to Zhu Yike and handed him the Half-Saint position and the Soul-Absorbing Array Disk.

"When you leave the Dead Sea, do as I said before."

"After that, nothing will happen. You will return to the **Xing Jie** and find Lord Li, hand him the array disk, and he will know what to do."

"As for this Half-Saint position..."

He paused, then Xu Xiaoshou grinned widely, clapping Zhu Yike's cheeks with both hands: "Welcome out of prison, this is for you!"

Zhu Yike's head buzzed, he wasn't sure if it was from the slapping or from Shou Ye's enthusiasm.

He had just calmly beheaded a Saint...

Weren't ancient sword cultivators all unfazed by collapsing heavens or thunderous strikes? How did it suddenly, so suddenly...

Holding the Half-Saint position in his hands, Zhu Yike couldn't recover for a long time.

As early as when Shou Ye made his move, he had thought of it.

If he obtained this Half-Saint position, Shou Ye wouldn't use it; it should be given to him.

But he hadn't expected the Half-Saint position to come so easily.

Pei Yuan seemed embarrassed, but that was only when he was under Shou Ye's hand.

If it were him, let alone the **Da Fan Long Yin**, even the attack of the **Tian Lou Zhu**, Zhu Yike wouldn't have the courage to take it head-on.

He could only avoid its sharpness.

But if he had to avoid its sharpness, how could he obtain the Half-Saint position from a Half-Saint?

Not to mention Pei Yuan, even those old Half-Saints in the **Shengshan Binan Tuan** nearby, whose names he didn't even recognize.

Were they really not famous?

They were only not famous in front of Shou Ye.

Once Shou Ye's suppression from above was gone, each of them could transform into ravenous beasts like Pei Yuan just now, tearing him apart!

But in the end...

It was they who were shattered.

And Shou Ye bestowed this "opportunity for sainthood" so casually.

Zhu Yike had never forgotten how arduous his journey had been over the past few decades, scrambling and struggling.

He had even gone to **Xukong Dao**.

Yet he had never once encountered an opportunity for sainthood.

In fact, even if he had encountered one, he wouldn't have had the ability to take it, only able to watch enviously.

But now...

It just came?

So effortlessly, it was in his hands?

Does choice truly outweigh effort?

If back on **Xukong Dao**, I hadn't recognized Shou Ye as my master, but had made the same choice as the Ruan brothers, wanting to exchange Shou Ye's head for an opportunity to become a Saint?

Zhu Yike couldn't describe his current feelings.

His emotions were mixed, and he kept caressing the beautiful gem in his hand, which was once so out of reach. He suddenly sniffled and let out a sob...

"Hey, stop that!" Xu Xiaoshou suddenly took a step back, his face wary.

"Huh?"

Zhu Yike's complex emotions were suddenly replaced by awkwardness.

He rubbed his nose, then raised his head apologetically. Looking up, he saw that even Shou Ye's clothes had turned into black strips, revealing a bit of skin.

Zhu Yike then felt disgusted with himself for being jealous of Li Fugui earlier, just after leaving the Dead Sea.

If he became a Saint, what was Li Fugui?

Shou Ye wanted the stars and moon from the sky; he would pluck them all for him!

Thinking of this, Zhu Yike's nose tingled again, and with a sniffle, he couldn't help but say, "Shou Ye..."

"Hey, disgusting!" Xu Xiaoshou retreated further and further.

Zhu Yike chuckled, disgusted by his own affectionate tone, but he was extremely sincere, nodding as he said, "Shou Ye, you've worked hard."

He held up the crystal gem in his hand, "I will repay you, with my body."

"Good, you'd better be."

Feng Zhongzui initially thought these two were joking, but after hearing Shou Ye's reply, his mouth hung open.

He was shocked.

What was the relationship between these two? They were flirting in front of the Five Regions, and his **Chuan Dao Jing** wasn't even turned off yet!

Zhu Yike put away all his things, glanced at the **Chuan Dao Jing**, hesitated, and then returned to the main topic.

He pointed at the ground, speaking without reservation, "Aunt Xiang is on the sixth floor of the Dead Sea."

"I've been quite well here; they only interrogated me a few times at the beginning, but Dao Dianzhu didn't abuse us."

"Dao Qiongcang is already my friend; he should be so." Xu Xiaoshou interjected.

The world was already convinced, and Zhu Yike also nodded, then continued, "Lord Li's people are also trapped in the Dead Sea, but I don't know the specifics, as I'm not good at that kind of thing."

"Aunt Xiang definitely knows; she has connections in the Dead Sea... well, she has connections."

Is that something that can be said?

Xu Xiaoshou's expression immediately became unnatural.

Ah? Is that something that can't be said?

Zhu Yike glanced at the **Chuan Dao Jing** in a panic, thinking, I thought you were lawless and feared nothing?

He was a little embarrassed, but since things had come to this, he could only continue, "Some prisoners from **Sifutu Zhicheng** and **Shizi Jiejiao** were also captured and eventually came to the Dead Sea."

"If they are from the East Street, they definitely recognize Aunt Xiang."

"I don't know if it's a coincidence, but they were all arranged by Dao Dianzhu on the sixth floor."

"And Aunt Xiang herself also has some clansmen and forces... Uh, I don't know the specific names."

You dare not say it, do you!

Say it, I'll listen for you!

Feng Zhongzui wanted to hear more gossip.

He felt that this Zhu Yike was a bit like himself, a wanderer, the kind who liked to roam the Five Regions.

He knew a little about everything, but only a little, not in depth.

Unlike me.

I also know ancient sword techniques.

Zhu Yike ignored the various expressions around him, and finally said, "That's all I know. As for the specific list of trapped people, when Shou Ye finds Aunt Xiang, she should be able to give it to you."

"Okay."

Xu Xiaoshou nodded silently.

Little Zhu, you really aren't cut out for intelligence work. What you said was tantamount to saying nothing. I made it difficult for you.

But at least Zhu Yike had clearly explained himself and settled his affairs. He pointed upwards towards the Dead Sea, indicating, "Then I..."

"Go."

Xu Xiaoshou pursed his lips, "Your first battle out of the Dead Sea, you'll meet a dog. Good luck."

Feng Zhongzui's expression suddenly twitched.

Zhu Yike was also confused for a moment.

"A dog?"

"Yes, a dog!" Shou Ye nodded, "Go, don't ask anymore. It'll be rude to ask again."