Chapter 162: Sword Emperor vs. Blade Emperor—A Century’s Blade Unleashed!
After seeing off the group of girls, Lin Qi’an finally found some peace and took a moment to rest. His thoughts turned to the two “Destined Children” to see what they were up to.
The Xiling Divine Son, Xi Chao, was deep in meditation, practicing the Divine Art of Ice and Fire. A jade treasure hovered above his head, radiating streams of ice and fire that spiraled around him. It was clear he was going all out in preparation for the third round.
Meanwhile, Ye Yun was meeting secretly with members of the Golden Crow Clan. As a member of the Canglan Dao Domain, meeting them during such a sensitive time revealed how blinded he was by hatred.
“I was fortunate enough to obtain the Golden Crow Flames as well! I know you hate Lin Qi’an. Let me help you!”
“You’re offering to help us kill someone from the Canglan Dao Domain?”
“Yes! I despise him to the core and want nothing more than to see him dead!”
“Excellent! We share the same goal. I’ll join you in taking revenge for my Golden Crow Clan!”
Ye Yun’s alliance with the Golden Crow Clan didn’t surprise Lin Qi’an. They were all enemies, so whether they worked together or not made no difference to him.
As the clear skies reflected the fervor of the grand ceremony, preparations for the third round, the Pilgrimage Path, were well underway. However, before it began, one event captured the attention of the masses—a monumental duel.
Blade Emperor Gu Jingyun was set to face Sword Emperor Lin Weixuan, a battle that would serve as the opening act for the Pilgrimage Path.
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At the vast Taiyuan Great Lake, representatives from nearly every sect in the Canglan Dao Domain crowded along the shore, their numbers so great that they formed an unbroken ring around the lake.
In the sky above, the two Great Emperors stood poised for battle.
Gu Jingyun, the Blade Emperor, wielded a long blade in one hand. His casual attire and scruffy beard gave him the air of a reclusive mountain farmer, but everyone knew the weapon in his hand was a true Emperor Weapon.
For a century, Gu Jingyun had not drawn his blade, instead sharpening his blade intent in silence. All of this preparation led to this moment—his chance to defeat Lin Weixuan.
Opposite him stood Lin Weixuan, the Sword Emperor, his blue robes billowing in the wind, his sharp brows exuding an indomitable aura. In his hand, he held a plain wooden sword, another Emperor Weapon, known as the Heavenly One Sword.
“I can’t believe it’s been so long since we last saw the Blade Emperor and Sword Emperor fight.”
“Right? The first time I saw them, I was just a young novice. Now, I’m the head of my sect!”
“If you ask me, the Blade Emperor could have been unmatched in any other era. Unfortunately, he rose to fame during the same time as Lin Weixuan.”
“In the past three thousand years, the Canglan Dao Domain has produced countless heroes and Great Emperors, but when it comes to the absolute pinnacle of strength, it’s still these two.”
“Pay close attention, young ones. Watch and learn.”
“A battle like this only happens once in a lifetime. Any insight you gain will be the greatest treasure you can take away.”
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The excitement in the air was palpable as the crowd eagerly discussed the upcoming duel.
For the cultivators of the Canglan Dao Domain, this battle would decide who was the strongest Great Emperor of their time. For those from the Tianhai Dao Domain, it was a rare chance to measure the true strength of their rival domain.
Li Xuan watched with fiery determination, hoping his master, the Blade Emperor, would defeat the Sword Emperor and prove his superiority.
Lin Qi’an, however, remained calm. The outcome of his father’s battle didn’t affect him much. He was on his own path and sought only to learn from others’ strengths, never allowing external battles to disrupt his state of mind.
Other Great Emperors worked together to construct a protective barrier around the lake, ensuring the safety of the audience.
Although top-tier Great Emperors could precisely direct their power at their opponent, even the slightest spillover could be catastrophic for ordinary cultivators. There was no room for error.
“Lin Weixuan, I’ve waited a long time for this battle.” Gu Jingyun’s calloused hand rested on the hilt of his blade, trembling slightly with excitement. As a cultivator famed for his mastery of the blade, he hadn’t drawn it in a hundred years.
One could only imagine the terrifying power stored within that single strike after a century of preparation.
“Make your move.”
“This single strike—prepare yourself!”
As Gu Jingyun began to draw his blade, the moment the blade emerged from its sheath, an overwhelming gale of energy exploded outward. Waves surged across the lake, and the howling wind seemed to tear through the very air.
If not for the barrier created by the Great Emperors, the surrounding area within a ten-mile radius would have been devastated.
As more of the blade left the sheath, the oppressive blade intent grew increasingly suffocating. It was as though the autumn wind blowing across the lake had been sliced into countless fragments, scattering into whirlpools on the water’s surface.
“Even through the barrier, I can barely breathe…”
“This is the Blade Emperor? Just drawing his blade is enough to make my legs shake!”
Some cultivators instinctively shielded their eyes, certain that direct exposure to the blade intent would destroy their vision.
The Tai’an Emperor felt a chill in his heart. “What a terrifying Gu Jingyun…”
As someone intimately familiar with both combatants, he could sense the Blade Emperor’s unparalleled strength.
After a century of seclusion, Gu Jingyun had honed his blade to its peak, far surpassing his previous self. It was clear he had reached the late stages of the Great Emperor Realm.
In contrast, Lin Weixuan had devoted much of his recent years to family matters, leaving his progress in the Sword Dao slower than before. There was a real possibility he might lose this time.
Kui Long the Great Emperor, observing from the sidelines, couldn’t hide his apprehension. “I never expected the Canglan Dao Domain to have such a powerful Great Emperor.”
As he carefully examined the situation, he realized that even he wasn’t a match for Gu Jingyun. To deal with him, the Tianhai Dao Domain would have to deploy their most elite Great Emperors.
This was likely the pinnacle of the Canglan Dao Domain’s power. Even if the Sword Emperor was equally strong, both were on the same level.
If the Tianhai Dao Domain intended to invade, finding a way to neutralize these two would be key. Without them, the rest wouldn’t pose much of a threat.
Kui Long the Great Emperor now had a clearer understanding of the Canglan Dao Domain’s overall strength.
Gu Jingyun finally unsheathed his blade. Raising it high with both hands, he brought it down in a single, devastating strike.
In an instant, the space around the blade tore apart, and the vast lake spanning hundreds of kilometers was split in half. Violent gusts of energy surged outward, raging along the fault line of the blade’s trajectory.
Everyone could feel the terrifying power of this strike. It was a blow that could rend the heavens and split the earth, embodying a century of accumulated blade intent.
Even the other Great Emperors felt a chill of fear in their hearts. This strike alone could undoubtedly kill a Great Emperor.
Gu Jingyun’s sheer determination had become the most powerful driving force behind his cultivation, and his strength had reached unimaginable heights. Many believed Lin Weixuan wouldn’t be able to withstand this.
At that moment, Lin Weixuan raised his wooden sword with effortless grace and swung it lightly.
“Ahh!”
Countless onlookers cried out in pain, their eyes stinging as though pierced by invisible needles.
The formless sword intent clashed with the devastating blade intent at the center, creating an explosion that sent waves over 7,000 feet high surging across the lake.
The sheer power of the duel made many feel the urge to kneel, unable to withstand the overwhelming pressure of the two Great Emperors.
“Careful! The barrier is about to crack!”
“Everyone, full power!”
The Great Emperors maintaining the barrier were horrified. Despite their combined efforts, the barrier nearly gave way under the clash of the two titans. If it had broken, the younger cultivators below would have been wiped out instantly.
Fortunately, disaster was averted. The violent forces gradually subsided, and the distorted space, along with the faint traces of Dao laws within it, began to dissipate.
“He caught the Blade Emperor’s strike!”
“My heavens, who won?”
“No idea! Both seem unharmed!”
“That was the Blade Emperor’s century-long blade strike. If the Sword Emperor blocked it, doesn’t that mean he won?”
“That makes sense!”
A long silence followed before Gu Jingyun exhaled deeply and admitted, “I lost.” As he spoke, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
“What? The Blade Emperor was injured?!”
The sound of collective gasps filled the mountains and valleys, creating an almost deafening chorus.
The Tai’an Emperor could only stare, stunned. Lin Weixuan remained as strong as ever. Even after three millennia, he stood at the pinnacle of existence, overlooking all life. What a monster.
Kui Long the Great Emperor shivered unconsciously.
He had initially believed the duel would end in a draw at best. But the reality was far more shocking—Gu Jingyun had been injured, while Lin Weixuan remained unscathed.
This raised a terrifying question: Gu Jingyun had clearly given everything in that strike, but had Lin Weixuan done the same? The possibility was too dreadful to contemplate.
The Sword Emperor’s strength was far beyond expectations. Anyone considering targeting his son, Lin Qi’an, would now think twice.
The Canglan Dao Domain, once underestimated, had now become a force to be reckoned with—thanks to the Sword Emperor’s overwhelming power.
Li Xuan’s confidence crumbled entirely. He had always believed his master’s blade was the strongest in the world, but now, someone had surpassed it.
【Ding! Li Xuan’s Dao heart has been damaged. Luck value -100.】
With Li Xuan’s luck value now at 300, he had entered the threshold for being slain.
“Don’t be disheartened,” Gu Jingyun said. “While I may have lost, that doesn’t mean you will lose to his son.”
“Go now.”
The third round, The Pilgrimage Path, was about to begin.
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