5093 Crushing

Weapons had souls, and swords had spirits. Only then could they reach a deeper level.

The only Sword Spirit that could grow into a Peak Grand Yan Immortal was the one who was sleeping in the Sword Tomb on Sancun Mountain.

Yu.

He, who was originally inexorably headed for decline, unexpectedly reappeared at this moment, and with boundless momentum, he directly crushed the figure in the black robe.

The mysterious black barrier shattered, and the black-robed elder, who was also a Sword Spirit, waved his hand heavily toward the figure in black.

In an instant, it was like the destruction of mountains and seas, with everything shattered.

The supreme palm attack actually smashed the black-robed figure into pieces.

...

Even Changfu, who was an extremely strong Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, could not obliterate the black-robed figure. This was despite him sacrificing his Immortal Source. However, at this moment, the black robe was smashed into pieces with a single slap.

This scene left all the disciples of the Sancun Mountain, including Jian Wushuang who had just awakened, and Prince Jiu, wide-eyed in disbelief.

Crushing, annihilating in seconds!

The seemingly indestructible nightmare in the black robe had been directly shattered into pieces, leaving Jian Wushuang unable to believe his eyes.

But the event had indeed happened; the black-robed figure had once again turned to dust.

"Humph!"

The immense, unimaginable figure coldly snorted, then stood with hands behind his back, turning and walking towards the divine Sancun Mountain.

With each step, the colossal figure shrank until it reached the front of the Sancun Mountain, where it had returned to its normal form.

Nan Xuan was so shocked that he couldn't speak, looking at him stutteringly, "You, you're not supposed to exist anymore, right?"

When this statement was made, all the disciples, including Prince Jiu, had their expressions change. They dared not even breathe loudly, for they knew that this was an unparalleled supreme being capable of slapping to death even the most formidable black-robed figure with a single strike. Being told like this, it was inevitable that the man would feel ashamed and angry.

However, the terrifying scene they had imagined did not materialize. Instead, the black-robed old man appeared somewhat annoyed. "I originally wanted to die directly, but I couldn't bear the outside world's disturbance. That's why I came back to life and struck down that guy!"

"..."

"..."

That's it?

Nan Xuan's mouth twitched. "Thank, thank goodness you woke up, or else we would be finished."

"Just this little bug has turned this place upside down?" The black-robed old man looked regretful and slightly helpless. "Has the Great Si Region really weakened to such an extent now?"

"..."

None of the disciples dared to speak. Jian Wushuang, who had just revived from near death, smiled wryly at the words.

Let alone them, even Changfu, who had also emerged from the Ancient Era, ended up with a tragic fate.

After venting his complaints, the black-robed old man finally noticed Jian Wushuang, who was covered in blood, and quickly walked towards him.

"Young Friend, what happened to you?"

Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly upon hearing this. "I've made a fool of myself in front of Senior. I couldn't hold my ground."

The black-robed old man stared at him with narrowed eyes. "You are a Yan Immortal, and although you couldn't hold your ground, you still pressed forward. You have the aura of my generation's demeanor. How could these concealed and tailless rats not dare to step forward?"

He finished speaking and directly turned his gaze towards Xu Tuo, Nan Xuan, and Prince Jiu.

Prince Jiu unconsciously took a few steps back and remained silent. The aura emitted by the black-robed old man was too overwhelming, causing those who sensed it to go completely silent.

At the same time, Prince Jiu felt a very familiar aura emanating from the black-robed old man. However, he did not act recklessly but chose to remain silent.

Nan Xuan quickly explained, "Don't look at me. I fought alongside Young Friend from start to finish."

The black-robed old man snorted angrily and then turned to Xu Tuo. "Kid, come and explain to me why only the young man suffered such heavy injuries? What kind of nonsense are you up to?"

"..." Xu Tuo was at a loss for words and then sighed.

"Lord Yu, you must know that even if you tied us all together earlier, it wouldn't have harmed that person in the black-robed figure in the slightest."

"Just a little while ago, a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal lost his life here."

The black-robed old man was greatly astonished, "A Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, how is that possible?"

Jian Wushuang spoke, her voice clear and cold, "Senior, it is indeed true. The Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal who fell here was named Changfu."

The black-robed old man seemed somewhat incredulous, "Changfu, that naive little fellow?"

"..."

"..."

All the Yan Immortals had twitching corners of their mouths. How strong must one's qualifications and foundation be to dare to call a supremely powerful figure from the Ancient Era a 'naive little fellow'? Moreover, it seemed that the black-robed old man had known Changfu for a very long time.

"It's a pity for this honest and straightforward little fellow. He survived the great calamity, only to meet his end in this nameless place."

The black-robed old man seemed somewhat melancholic, stirring up a sense of sorrow.

The starry river revolved, ever-changing.

Yan Immortals, from the moment they attained enlightenment and ascended to the Dao, there was no possibility of a good ending.

Even Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortals, and even Peak Grand Yan Immortals, rarely had good endings.

They had already transcended the Heavenly Dao, and they could even casually modify any aspect of the Heavenly Dao. Fate, for them, was already endless.

Endless fate was like a prison, causing all Yan Immortals to sink into it.

For those who couldn't be constrained by the Qi of the Heavenly Dao, wasn't that also a prison of their own making?

The black-robed man said slowly, "Well, the little fellow is gone now, and I've avenged him. I can rest in peace."

"Since there's nothing left to do here, I'll continue on my way to death."

"..."

Jian Wushuang and the others couldn't help but twitch their lips again.

This black-robed old man, whose essence was a Sword Spirit, always seemed to be so independent and carefree in his actions.

He appeared, killed the black-robed figure, and then prepared to seek death again.

"The little fellow is gone forever," the black-robed old man looked at Jian Wushuang and said with a smile.

"Senior, take care," Jian Wushuang bowed respectfully.

Just then, Prince Jiu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke, "Senior, it seems like we've met before."

The black-robed old man turned around and looked at Jiuyan with some confusion. "Who are you?"

Prince Jiu smiled faintly and then clasped his hands, "I... am the son of Zhen Wuyang."

"Son of Zhen Wuyang?!" The black-robed old man's face suddenly became extremely excited. "The starry river changes, and many years have passed. Young man, you've grown so big already?"

"I even held you in my arms back in the day."

"Wait a minute? Are you Yan'er?!"

Prince Jiu's triumphant expression froze on his face as he realized that the black-robed old man seemed to have mistaken him for someone else.

Seeing his expression, Jian Wushuang could not help but smile.

With a forced grin, Jiuyan said, "Senior, I'm not Prince Yan, I'm the Second Prince Jiu!"

This time, it was the black-robed old man who felt embarrassed. He stood still on the spot, squinting his eyes, "Oh my, I've become confused, I've become confused. I mistook you for the First Prince. Please don't take offense, Second Prince."

Prince Jiu's lips twitched, and he could only signal that it was no big deal.