As an Immortal Artifact emerged, the heavens and earth responded, bringing forth a Heavenly Tribulation.
At this moment, the Disciples of the Divine Sword Sect were instantly shocked by this scene.
"What Magic Treasure is the Demon-Slaying Sword Immortal refining?"
"Such a powerful Lightning Tribulation..."
Meanwhile, the various Elders of the Divine Sword Sect exchanged glances.
Their discernment was naturally different from ordinary Disciples; they deeply understood what this signified.
Only sufficiently powerful Magic Treasures, upon their emergence, would encounter a Lightning Tribulation.
"This level of Divine Might, I'm afraid, can only be seen when refining Immortal Artifact Rank Divine Weapons and Magic Treasures..."
Boom!
As if the heavens were enraged, the roar of thunder was deafening.
A lightning bolt, tearing through the sky, descended without warning, its momentum fierce, as if to destroy this object that dared to exist.
However, Han Xuanji was already prepared; countless Sword Intents soared into the sky, actively meeting the terrifying Heavenly Lightning.
The power of this Heavenly Tribulation was extremely strong, but for Han Xuanji, it was nothing more than that.
The Ascended Immortal Lightning Tribulation he experienced was much stronger than this one.
He had easily Undergone Tribulation back then, let alone now.
Dozens of astonishingly powerful Heavenly Lightning bolts descended consecutively, all met head-on by Han Xuanji with his power.
Sword light split into myriad forms, tearing apart the lightning.
Han Xuanji even had the remaining strength to guide the pure lightning power with his spiritual Qi to temper and sublimate this Immortal Sword.
After a long while.
Han Xuanji also felt it was enough.
Sword Qi cut through the sky, erupting with a light that annihilated everything, and finally, the terrifying Sword Qi directly dispersed the thunderclouds.
As the thunderclouds scattered, the world became clear.
The Ten Thousand Swords Pool was nearly dry.
Above the Void Realm, a long sword quietly floated.
The sword was three feet nine inches long, presenting an ancient and profound dark golden hue, as if it had undergone the sedimentation of countless ages.
Upon its sword spine, mysterious and unfathomable Dao patterns were naturally inscribed, evolving into various phenomena: at times, the birth and death of star rivers, at others, the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers, subtly resonating with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, revealing a supreme sharpness that could destroy everything.
Mere glances from others caused their Divine Souls to sting.
Han Xuanji reached out and beckoned.
The Immortal Sword emitted a joyful hum, shot up, diffused endless Immortal Light, and finally settled safely into Han Xuanji's palm.
It felt slightly heavy in his hand, yet it fit perfectly, as if it were an extension of his limb.
Han Xuanji could feel a sense of perfect understanding arising from his heart.
"Good sword, it can already be called a High Grade Immortal Sword!"
Divine light shone brightly in Han Xuanji's eyes as he felt the terrifying power contained within the Immortal Sword, and a surge of heroic spirit arose in his heart,
"It gathers the essence of ten thousand swords, absorbs the purest immortal gold, and inherits my Dao; it shall have the ambition to transcend the Nine Heavens."
"Then I shall call you..."
"Xuantian!"
Buzz!
As the three words "Xuantian" left his mouth, the Dao patterns on the sword body suddenly lit up, and an invisible Sword Intent soared into the sky, stirring the winds and clouds of the Nine Heavens, as if proclaiming its birth to this world.
The Immortal Sword had a spirit; clearly, it was very satisfied with its name.
"Let me test its power."
With a thought, Han Xuanji instantly took a step, arriving at an altitude of ten thousand feet.
The Xuantian Sword suddenly erupted with terrifying power, and as a surge of immortal spiritual Qi was injected, a Sword Qi immediately slashed towards the sky, shaking the sun and moon.
The Void Realm cracked like a broken mirror.
"Impressive power!"
Han Xuanji's eyes lit up.
The reason he said this sword's power was comparable to a High Grade Immortal Sword was because it was a nascent sword, and even he, its master, could not ascertain its true power.
Now, upon inspection, the sword's power was even not inferior to the Qinglian Sword.
However, the Qinglian Sword contained some power from its previous master; if fully activated, it could unleash power far exceeding his current strength, making it his greatest trump card at the moment.
And the Xuantian Sword had infinite potential, was extremely compatible with Han Xuanji's Sword Dao, and had a promising future!
...
Meanwhile.
Central Province.
Sunken Demonic Abyss.
The barren land was now stained with striking crimson.
In the pools of blood lay the shattered corpses of many Cultivators; the pungent smell of blood was carried away by the cold wind.
The wind whimpered as it passed through the gaps in the stone forest.
Rolling black Devilish Qi permeated the air; thunderclouds rolled in the sky, with lightning flashing and thunder rumbling, and the entire world was under a pall of suppression.
"Ho... ho ho..."
A Cultivator's head was casually held in the hand of a tall figure, its empty eye sockets staring straight up at the sky.
One of them, his Daoist robe largely torn, revealed several deep, bone-visible claw marks on his chest, from which blood gushed.
"Old Ancestor Ziyang, are you alright."
The person referred to as Old Ancestor Ziyang was an Ascended Immortal Old Ancestor of the Kunlun Immortal Sect in Central Province, holding an extremely high status within the Kunlun Immortal Sect, a being who had lived for ten thousand years.
Old Ancestor Ziyang gasped for breath and said:
"Everyone, let's unleash the Heavenly Light Golden Seal together."
"Yes!"
The other few powerful individuals responded in unison; the weakest among them were all at the Ninth Rank of Undergoing Tribulation.
A total of three Ascended Immortal powerhouses had come.
Even so, they could do nothing against this terrifying Devil Head.
Boom!
As a golden seal descended, it radiated golden light, stirring the Devilish Qi and making the dim sky brilliantly golden, seemingly bringing hope.
Streaks of golden light, like a torrential downpour, shot out and landed on the tall demonic figure.
Sizzle... sizzle sounds continuously rang out.
"It's working!"
"The Heavenly Light Golden Seal truly lives up to its reputation as a sect-suppressing Immortal Artifact; it's indeed formidable."
At this moment, the many Cultivators assisting from afar discussed animatedly; the Kunlun Immortal Sect was a Holy Land in Central Province, renowned for its prestige.
If not for people from such a Holy Land leading the way, they would not dare to come here to subdue demons.
"Kunlun Immortal Sect... hehe."
A chilling voice echoed through the heavens and earth, clearly heard by everyone.
When the tall figure reappeared completely unharmed, everyone was instantly stunned.
"This Devil Head... how is he completely unharmed?"
Old Ancestor Ziyang's teeth gnashed, his chest heaving violently, causing him another fit of severe coughing.
"Cough cough, retreat quickly!"
At this point, he could only protect everyone and retreat.
This time, the losses were heavy.
Not only did one Ascended Immortal Cultivator die, but many High Rank Cultivators were also lost.
The golden seal was retrieved, and Old Ancestor Ziyang personally covered their retreat.
And that Devil Head did not pursue them.
After a long while.
A figure emerged silently from the shadows.
This person wore a black robe, with a tall and slender build, and a faint, eerie glow flickered deep within his eyes.
A faint smile played on the corner of his lips, and he bowed slightly, his posture respectful:
"Demonic Lord's Divine Might is unmatched; how can a group of ants block your sharpness?"
Yu Hantian's voice was fawning, yet also carried a hint of surprise.
He hadn't expected this Undying Demonic Lord to be so powerful.
Presumably, the other party had gained much during his years in the Sunken Demonic Abyss.
"Tsk, next time it won't be so simple."
The Blood Spirit Demonic Lord was not so arrogant as to think he was invincible.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been forced to fall into the Sunken Demonic Abyss.
Of course, after entering the Sunken Demonic Abyss, he fortunately obtained a great Opportunity, and his Cultivation instead advanced, making him much stronger.
However, if he were to choose again, he would rather not have this Opportunity.
After all, the environment within the Sunken Demonic Abyss was simply not a place for humans to stay.
"I have a plan, would Demonic Lord be willing to hear it?"
Yu Hantian said in a deep voice.
The Undying Demonic Lord pondered for a moment:
"Speak, but if it's just nonsense, I won't spare you."
A deeper smile spread across Yu Hantian's pale face as he said:
"There are many powerful individuals in Central Province, so it would be better for Lord Demonic Lord to go to Eastern Cang Province."
"Most Cultivators there are weak in strength, with only one Ascended Immortal powerhouse guarding it. As long as Lord Demonic Lord is willing to act, you can easily slay the opponent, and then absorbing the blood of all spirits will allow you to quickly recover and enhance your strength."
Upon hearing this.
The Blood Spirit Demonic Lord's heart stirred.
The Myriad Spirit Sacrifice to Heaven Art he Cultivated allowed him to recover his strength and even advance further, as long as he had enough vital blood.
Attempting to do so in Central Province would inevitably lead to a siege.
Even he couldn't say for sure that he could repel these Righteous Path Cultivators next time.