Chapter 1612: A Journey of One Person and One Sword

"They are merely weaklings, cast aside by the river of time," Xu Yang declared, standing atop the Heavenly Path Stele. "What can a million skeletons do to me?"

In that instant, all the vengeful spirits and ghosts surrounding him seemed to erupt in a hysterical, collapsing wail, as the boundless mountains of corpses and seas of blood began to stir wildly.

Countless white bones began to pile up frantically, orchestrated by an unseen, special power.

One after another, corpse soldiers and soul generals, formed from heaps of broken bones, continuously emerged.

"My goodness, this formation is terrifying just to behold!" Xiaoxiang muttered, unable to hold back. "Is the Boss truly going to confront such immense resentment all by himself?"

She was genuinely worried for Xu Yang, deep down in her heart.

After all, they had witnessed many battles among the living, and no matter how bloody, such conflicts were always comprehensible.

However, standing before these undead skeletons, the tremor and dread that originated from the depths of their hearts were simply beyond words.

After all, none of Xu Yang's followers had ever truly experienced death or defeat.

Regardless of how powerful a cultivator might be, the mere mention of death or defeat would invariably evoke a strange panic in their hearts.

Yet, it was the formidable strength Xu Yang displayed in that moment that inspired genuine admiration from them all.

As expected, with the full revival of these countless soldier-soul generals, a formidable undead army quickly materialized at the end of the monument beneath Xu Yang's feet, appearing directly before him.

Their orientation suggested they were worshipping the monument beneath Xu Yang's feet.

But as Xu Yang watched this undead legion, comprised of thousands of corpse soldiers and soul generals, take shape, he suddenly threw his head back and laughed aloud.

Then, with a forceful stomp of his foot, he shattered the stele inscribed with the words "Heavenly Path" directly in front of all the corpse soldiers and soul generals.

"My path shall be forged by my own feet," he declared. "It will not be confined by a mere inscription like yours! From this moment on, I will tread upon the bones of these thousands of corpse soldiers and soul generals ahead, and I will reach the end of this path. I genuinely wish to see what power dares to emerge and stand in my way!"

At that moment, Xu Yang resembled a peerless monarch treading upon countless demonic gods. With a gentle wave of his palm, the Jade Bone Divine Sword once again appeared in his hand.

Alone, with his sword, he stepped, one stride at a time, into the endless darkness where the undead army was amassed.

With every swing of his sword, hundreds, even thousands, of once-pinnacle cultivators of the cultivation world vanished into dust.

The resentment amassed from their souls transformed into another burning sword spirit in Xu Yang's hand, which was then obliterated into fragmented void.

Their bones, in turn, piled up to form the very steps upon which Xu Yang advanced.

Such a majestic display would, without a doubt, become another epic chapter on this Heavenly Path.

Behind him, all the warriors of the beast army, including Long Kun, were utterly dumbfounded by Xu Yang's awe-inspiring presence.

Who had ever witnessed a living legend appear before them, then personally forge their own myth with the sword in hand? *Rumbling!*

With every swing of Xu Yang's sword, accompanied by the terrifying rumble that erupted between heaven and earth as sword energy sprayed forth, he would claim the souls of one powerful being after another, shattering the bones of countless corpse soldiers and soul generals.

The path appeared incredibly long and distant, stretching as far as the eye could see without end.

Just as Xu Yang, step by step, paved his own long path forward with the blood and souls of his enemies.

The entire process lasted for an unknown duration, until Xu Yang had completely annihilated every vengeful spirit's soul in the vicinity.

All the mountains of piled bones were utterly crushed into a wisp of dust beneath Xu Yang's sword, absorbed into his Dao.

The restless demeanor of the hundreds of thousands of beast army behind them had vanished.

This was because they could no longer hear the wailing of the vengeful spirits that had once surrounded them.

The reason was simple: Xu Yang, by himself, had shattered everything, leaving no power capable of obstructing their advance.

"My heavens!" exclaimed Jiuer. "Following the Boss, I doubt even if the sky were to fall, anything would happen to us. He provides such an incredible sense of security."

The young woman, Jiuer, instantly transformed into a devoted fangirl.

It was well known that she had once been an arrogant little princess among the Human Spirit Six Meridian Royal Family, never having admired anyone among her peers!

Apart from the Grand Elders within her sect, the living fossils, and the omnipotent will of the Supreme God, no one had ever managed to truly win this young woman's complete admiration.

Now, however, in Jiuer's beliefs, Xu Yang had become the sole, irreplaceable pinnacle.

At this point, Xu Yang also seemed to have reached the end of this path.

Facing the impenetrable darkness, Xu Yang unhesitatingly activated the Law of Light.

A powerful golden light swiftly ignited the surrounding dark void, finally allowing him to perceive that, beyond the endless mountains of corpses and blood he had utterly annihilated, the path's true end was an ancient battlefield from a bygone era.

Upon arriving at this relic, the overwhelming sense Xu Yang felt was one of utter desolation.

As he took his first step into the abyss of this ancient battlefield, a silent, devouring power swiftly enveloped Xu Yang.

Upon sensing this power, a defiant, cold sneer formed on Xu Yang's face.

What he truly feared most was a lack of any response. The awakening of an external power meant that a hidden master presided over this place.

In that case, the initially complex problem would become significantly simpler.

By simply exposing the mastermind behind this Heavenly Path, he could naturally clear the obstacles to their progress.

"I knew it," Xu Yang stated. "Behind this place, there must be a source of power that governs life and death! Since I have entered your domain, you may as well consider me an intruder. Appear now, ready to judge me; that way, we can both save a great deal of time searching for each other."

With the most direct declaration, Xu Yang issued his most potent provocation.

As anticipated, shortly after his voice resonated, a completely black silhouette subtly materialized around him at the far end of the ancient battlefield's abyss.

Shrouded in an extremely dense black aura, it exuded a deathly qi that withered all life with every movement, propelling its formidable presence to its peak.

Judging solely by the intensity of the aura emanating from this entity, it was undeniably another being that had broken through the Wuji Grand Mirror, and it seemed to command a death law capable of withering all life force.

Upon seeing this figure, Xu Yang immediately realized just how wise his earlier decision had been.