Gu An caught the unspoken thoughts of Jue Luo Sword Master from behind, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
A battle against Yang Ping'an?
Back then, if Yang Ping'an hadn't taken advantage of his injuries, how could he have won even once?
Throughout Yang Xian's life, as long as his opponents weren't two great realms higher than him, he had never lost.
Once they had traveled a fair distance, the Blood Prison Saint could no longer hold back his curiosity and finally asked about the Sword God that Jue Luo Sword Master had mentioned.
He firmly believed that his master knew everything, but simply chose not to reveal it, pretending to be unaware.
After all, his master stood above the Ninth Heaven of the Immortal Dao.
"If someone is called a Sword God, then naturally, they must be formidable. But look at our Heavenly Spirit Grand World—do we have any widely recognized Sword God here?"
Sitting on the back of the Blood Prison Saint, Gu An casually responded while retrieving the Boundless Sword Book, preparing to contemplate sword dao divine abilities.
A sword dao stored within a book, capable of slaying enemies with a single thought!
Once an enemy was locked onto, they would be directly faced with a sword strike, one that could not be dodged, could not be blocked, and could not be predicted!
This was Gu An's vision for the Boundless Sword Book—but as for the specific techniques, he needed time to refine them further.
He wasn't in a rush.
Time was something he had plenty of.
Hearing Gu An's words, the Blood Prison Saint fell into deep thought, imagining countless possibilities.
He felt that his title of "Great Saint" needed to be redefined.
At the very least, he needed to earn the respect of the world, rather than just calling himself a Great Saint!
Ten years later.
Sacred Domain, Chen Family Residence.
A young boy, Chen Chuan, was practicing sword techniques in the courtyard.
He wore a white robe and black pants, his long black hair tied high at the back of his head.
Though still young, his features already held the makings of an elegant and handsome youth.
Standing on the stone steps, Chen Xiong, the head of the Chen Family, observed the boy. His left hand rested behind his back while his right hand absentmindedly played with two jade stones.
His gaze was filled with pride and affection as he watched Chen Chuan's movements.
Since childhood, Chen Chuan had demonstrated exceptional talent.
Even without any guidance in cultivation, he had somehow managed to awaken spiritual energy on his own.
At the time, the entire Chen Family had been shaken to its core.
Furthermore, even the Sacred King and higher forces had taken an interest in him.
Now, Chen Chuan had become the greatest hope and pride of the Chen Family.
Behind Yang Jian, there were two powerful figures—the Sacred Minister and the Sword Master of the Dao.
To the Chen Family, both were unattainable beings.
"Children grow up so fast."
Chen Xiong sighed inwardly as he watched his grandson.
Thinking about the day Chen Chuan would eventually leave the Chen Family, he felt an unwillingness to let go.
And when he thought about Chen Chuan's parents, a deep pain filled his heart.
Although he had never liked Xu Ling, he had never wished for his grandson to grow up without parents.
Chen Chuan finished his practice, sheathed his sword, and turned to face Chen Xiong.
"Grandfather."
His demeanor was far more composed than most children his age.
He quickly walked toward Chen Xiong, looking up at him.
Chen Xiong couldn't resist reaching out and ruffling his hair.
"My dear grandson is truly incredible! One day, you will surely become the strongest under the heavens!"
Chen Xiong chuckled warmly.
"I don't know which deity has been watching over you, blessing you with such extraordinary talent!"
Chen Chuan smiled lightly. "There is no deity protecting me."
"If there were, my mother wouldn't have died."
Chen Xiong's smile froze instantly.
He quickly changed the subject and asked, "You've been practicing that sword technique for months. Judging by your movements, you've already mastered it. Why do you keep practicing?"
Chen Chuan replied calmly, "During practice, I've gained many insights."
"Even though I am using the same sword technique, each time I train, I discover elements of other sword arts."
Hearing this, Chen Xiong was silently astonished.
Could it be that the sword techniques left by the Sacred King contained even deeper mysteries?
Chen Xiong had once read the sword technique left behind by Yang Jian, and at the time, he had thought it was nothing more than a basic introductory sword art.
However, he still followed Yang Jian's instructions and had Chen Chuan practice the technique.
"Is that true?" Chen Xiong asked in surprise and delight.
Could this be the trial left behind by the Sacred King?
If Chen Chuan had gained enlightenment, did that mean he had already passed the test?
His eyes grew even brighter, filled with anticipation.
To him, Chen Chuan was an unprecedented genius in the Chen Family, one who could bring about a transformation for them.
"It's true."
"I saw towering mountains, flowing rivers, a vast boundless ocean, a galaxy of dazzling stars... and even a river..."
As Chen Chuan recounted his visions, Chen Xiong listened intently, his heart thrumming with excitement, as if he had discovered an unparalleled treasure.
The summer breeze swept through the courtyard, rustling the tree leaves.
The sight of the grandfather and grandson standing together on the steps was a harmonious and beautiful one.
After Chen Chuan finished speaking, Chen Xiong sighed with heartfelt admiration.
"My dear grandson, I can't wait to see you make your name known across the world!"
"You will become the greatest sword cultivator of the Sacred Court. Perhaps it will be your destiny to end this chaotic era and defeat the Immortal Dynasty."
Hearing this, Chen Chuan's face flushed slightly.
Scratching his head, he muttered, "Grandfather, you're exaggerating. I'm not that powerful."
Chen Xiong laughed heartily, then began recounting the legendary figures of the Sacred Court and their remarkable feats.
Listening to these stories, Chen Chuan's eyes filled with admiration.
After all, he was still just a young boy.
To idolize heroes was simply in his nature.
Neither of them noticed the figure standing silently on the rooftop, watching them.
It was Gu An.
At this moment, even if a Free Immortal stood right in front of him, they wouldn't be able to detect his presence.
Watching Chen Chuan's life unfold, Gu An was reminded of Xiao Chuan back in his own world.
He remembered how Xiao Chuan used to laugh and say, "If only I had a grandfather like that, wouldn't that be amazing?"
"Well, I suppose your wish has finally come true." Gu An smiled.
At the same time, he could hear Chen Chuan's inner thoughts.
Compared to his past life, this kid's ambitions had grown even greater.
Since that was the case…
Then as his senior, Gu An would fulfill his wish.
After all, in a previous life, Chen Chuan had sacrificed everything for him.
Raising his right hand, Gu An waved his sleeve in Chen Chuan's direction.
In an instant, a wave of Dao intent transformed into a gentle breeze, sweeping toward Chen Chuan.
His black hair fluttered, his white robes billowed.
Chen Chuan's eyes widened, his entire being suddenly entranced.
Sensing something unusual, Chen Xiong immediately asked, "Grandson, what's wrong?"
Without thinking, Chen Chuan answered, "Nothing… I think I've gained new insights."
"Is that so?"
"Then continue meditating! Grandfather won't disturb your cultivation!"
Chen Xiong quickly stepped back.
Seeing this, Chen Chuan immediately closed his eyes, fully immersing himself in his newfound enlightenment.
Standing about ten steps away, Chen Xiong looked at his grandson and felt a strange sense of awe.
In his eyes, Chen Chuan's aura seemed to grow even brighter, like the radiance of an immortal.
It was as if at any moment, he might transcend mortality and ascend.
Still standing on the rooftop, Gu An continued observing.
Then, suddenly—
[Jian Guming has developed hostility toward you and harbors intense killing intent. Would you like to use Lifespan Investigation?]
Gu An raised an eyebrow.
It wasn't uncommon for him to sense hostility from others.
After all, he encountered countless people every day.
However, most of them merely harbored mild resentment at best.
It had been a long time since he'd met someone who truly wanted to kill him.
Interesting!
Without hesitation, he activated Lifespan Investigation.
[Jian Guming (Mid-stage Profound Origin Free Immortal Realm): 318,726,309 / 15,000,000,000 / 15,000,000,000]
Fifteen billion years of lifespan?
A Profound Origin Free Immortal!
In an instant, Gu An's divine sense swept across the entire universe.
Yet, he found no trace of this Profound Origin Free Immortal.
Within the Desolation Domain, there were indeed a few Profound Origin Free Immortals.
But even they could be counted on one hand, and all of them had been in secluded meditation for ages, completely cut off from the world.
Could this person have come from beyond the universe?
Lost in thought, Gu An swiftly vanished, reappearing in the Submerged Spirit Palace.
As soon as he landed, he reached into his robes and pulled out the Boundless Sword Book.