Chapter 636: Sword Immortal Yun Wangji

Xu Yang gently waved his palm, capturing the deep green soul aura in his hand. Immediately, a warm, comforting sensation surged into his soul realm. Unlike the cold and austere feeling he had imagined, Xu Yang perceived only inclusivity and warmth within this soul aura from the other party.

This sensation alone allowed Xu Yang to discern the genuine sincerity of the other party, confirming there was no deception or hidden destructive methods within the soul aura.

Undeniably, sincerity was the most crucial foundation for cooperation between two individuals. At least for this first hurdle, the gray-haired elder had earned Xu Yang's approval.

Slowly closing his eyes, Xu Yang attempted to allow his soul realm to accept this essence of soul. The entire process went very smoothly. Soon, Xu Yang felt the materialized form of the elder's soul aura within his mind and clearly saw all the memory fragments contained within it.

His vision quickly materialized, and Xu Yang's soul entered a new space. He vividly experienced specific scenes from Night Cold Mountain hundreds of thousands of years ago.

The entire process didn't last long. Xu Yang soon clearly realized that the elder's soul realm was like a vast, complete map, as he found himself able to continuously switch subjective perspectives through his consciousness!

It was like an immense psychic network, allowing him to freely manipulate the first-person view of every space within Night Cold Mountain at will.

Initially, even Xu Yang couldn't understand why this was happening. However, he quickly recalled the method the gray-haired elder used to control the surrounding corpse puppets.

"I understand now," Xu Yang thought. "The elder controls the endless corpse puppets in this mountain precisely through this method! In other words, the elder's soul can freely access the location of every corpse puppet's soul body, turning all the puppets into mobile vantage points for the elder to gain vision!"

Xu Yang immediately formed a new idea: if he could secure a cooperative relationship with the gray-haired elder, he would essentially possess a soul map that controlled every vantage point in Night Cold Mountain.

For a stranger in an unfamiliar place, the most crucial aspect was undoubtedly control over their field of vision. With the most comprehensive visual information, Xu Yang would be able to make immediate judgments regardless of the danger encountered, and this ability would also help him quickly locate any lost companions.

Soon, the distinctive aura of Night Cold Mountain from hundreds of thousands of years ago rapidly flooded Xu Yang's five senses. A sudden clamor reached his ears, and Xu Yang immediately shifted his perspective to a mountaintop in Night Cold Mountain, where he witnessed a completely new scene.

Before him was the silhouette of a man with an ancient, rustic appearance, yet as resolute as a mountain. A closer look revealed an aura of calm detachment and profound insight into the vicissitudes of the world.

This man held a wooden sword, and his eyes were as deep as if carved by a knife. His aura was unpretentious, yet no one could ever underestimate him.

The man's presence was highly restrained, yet it gave off an impression of unfathomable depth. Could he be Yun Wangji, the one known as the Sword Immortal?

Xu Yang's conjecture was quickly confirmed because, behind the sword-wielding man, a large number of top-tier powerhouses from various divine and demonic realms appeared one after another.

The top powerhouses gathered on this single mountaintop alone numbered over a hundred, and without exception, they all stood behind the man with the wooden sword, showing immense respect for his ancient, unpretentious figure, as if they were junior apprentices.

"Sir, have you truly made that decision? This journey's outcome is uncertain. With just one command from you, deities and demons from all directions would heed your call. If we went together to rescue Miss Yue Xiu, the chances of success would naturally be much greater."

The man didn't turn his head, merely gazed calmly into the distance, then shook his head.

"There's no need. I, Yun, have already caused you enough trouble. After all, this matter is a private affair concerning only a few of us; your assistance is not required. My opponent is Fenghuo Wuji, the ruler of the Divine Realm. If my actions alone caused your various factions to become enemies with the Divine Realm, it could lead to endless disastrous consequences. This matter must ultimately be settled between me and him."

Yun Wangji's tone was extremely calm, yet every word he uttered carried the weighty pressure of a mountain. Perhaps this was the demeanor befitting a supreme powerhouse standing proudly between heaven and earth.

The top leaders from various divine and demonic realms behind him all sighed with solemn expressions, as if they knew Yun Wangji very well: once he made a decision, not even the nine heavens and ten earths, or the myriad paths of the cosmos, could change it.

"Hahaha, Yun Wangji, you are as arrogant as ever, after all. I refuse to believe that this time, you can still create any miracles with just yourself and your sword!"

The voice boomed like a great bell, reverberating with an awe-inspiring power that shook the heavens and earth. Soon, the owner of the voice rapidly appeared in the void above. He was a lavishly dressed middle-aged man, enveloped by a multicolored divine radiance that made him appear as lofty as a king of gods. As he confronted Yun Wangji, two incredibly potent auras silently coalesced around them both, and even Xu Yang, the one dreaming, could clearly feel their chilling intensity.

"Fenghuo Wuji, this is a fated battle between you and me. Do not involve others."

Yun Wangji's simple statement provoked a cold laugh from Fenghuo Wuji in the void.

"You're always like this, appearing carefree and as if you can let go of everything. Yet, you'll end up gaining nothing, including the truest desires of your heart."

Yun Wangji slowly shook his head. "No, you are wrong. I have already gained what I cherish most. Even if I die in this battle, my heart and Xiu'er's will always be connected. Your schemes will never succeed in this lifetime."

This statement clearly struck a nerve with Fenghuo Wuji. He suddenly waved his hand, and an incomparably brilliant golden rune materialized out of thin air. This light was not directed at Yun Wangji or the various divine and demonic powerhouses behind him, but rather completely sealed off the entire Night Cold Mountain.

"Good heavens... This is the God-Sealing Decree! I can't believe Fenghuo Wuji actually succeeded in cultivating it. With this, even if we wanted to help the Sword Immortal, I'm afraid there's no chance." The short young man among the divine and demonic powerhouses behind him expressed a worried, troubled look, sighing with resignation.