Bang bang bang
Bang bang bang
In the middle of the sky, the clash between Devil Venerable, Divine General Feipeng, and Shen Lian thundered with explosive intensity.
"Not enough, not enough."
Shen Lian shook his head. With a flick of his sleeve, he shattered the Devil Venerable Tower and swept away the Divine General. His expression remained calm.
"Stop hiding. Those two are descendants of this world, aren't they?"
"Come together."
As his voice echoed—
"Riding the sword through the wind, purging the world of devils… A thousand cups cannot intoxicate me. Only I am the Wine Sword Immortal."
A middle-aged man in white descended in lotus position, sword in hand.
He raised a gourd to his lips, drinking deeply. His gaze, though hazy from wine, pierced through the heavens.
His demeanor—completely unrestrained.
"Master Jingtian."
With a sigh, a young man wearing a black robe stepped out from the void, hood shadowing his face.
"Junior Wine Sword Immortal."
"Junior Li Xiaoyao."
"We wish to test ourselves."
Jiujianxian and Li Xiaoyao both fixed their gaze on Shen Lian.
"Add me to that."
"Xu Changqing, Head of Shushan. I ask for your enlightenment."
Xu Changqing, clad in a snow-white robe, ascended with a single step. His face was like jade, eyes resolute.
The five of them stood shoulder to shoulder—Devil Venerable, Divine General Feipeng, Jiujianxian, Li Xiaoyao, and Xu Changqing—and launched an assault on Shen Lian.
A quarter of an hour later.
The five lay sprawled across the Shushan Square, gasping for breath, chests heaving like bellows.
They exchanged glances and forced bitter smiles.
"Where did this monster come from…"
They thought back on their own status.
One was the Supreme of the Devil Realm, reigning over the Six Realms.
Another, a Divine General of the Heavenly Court, unmatched in his campaigns.
Xu Changqing, the strongest leader in Shushan history.
Even Li Xiaoyao and Jiujianxian, though from later generations and of lesser strength, stood at the pinnacle of human combat power.
Yet, even together, the five of them were no match for Shen Lian.
They were shocked—and strangely relieved.
Fortunately, the man before them, cloaked in that mysterious imperial robe, held no intent to slaughter, no desire to harm this world.
Otherwise…
Among all six realms, not a soul could resist him.
"You are all quite good."
Shen Lian smiled gently, pointing to their foreheads.
"Forget it. Let this be a good fate between us."
"If destiny allows, we shall meet again."
Suddenly, a brilliant stream of power surged into their minds.
Road Oven Sutra
A supreme cultivation scripture unfolded within them.
In an instant, they were absorbed. The deeper they went, the more profound its truths became.
The might and mystery of the "Road Oven Sutra" left them stunned, marveling at its depth and power.
But as they returned to their senses and looked up to offer thanks—
Shen Lian was gone.
Not a trace remained.
They exchanged glances, sighing with quiet awe.
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The Great World of Immortal Sword was only a single brushstroke in Shen Lian's journey through countless grand worlds.
He had learned that soon, the enemy at the end of existence would invade.
And so, he roamed—world after world.
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In the modern urban world of immortals.
Shen Lian descended from the west with his sword. He subdued star domains, looked down upon the sun and moon, and with one slash beheaded the goddess who tried to obliterate Earth.
The planet erupted into chaos, its people trembling in awe.
Countless mortals looked to the heavens as if witnessing a god.
Wang Chen, once an Immortal King, gazed at the distant figure that cleaved a galactic cluster with a single sword.
He muttered to himself:
"This… Even in my prime, I would not have stood a chance."
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In the snowy martial world.
Shen Lian refused to retreat from North City. Alone, he stood before an entire nation—against Grandmasters and the one hundred thousand elite Great Snow Dragon Cavalry.
With only his strength, he froze the march of a million Northern Wilderness soldiers.
The Empress of the Northern Wilderness narrowed her eyes, looked once more at him, and withdrew her army three thousand miles overnight.
Xu Bugui, the new King of Beiliang, looked at the lone figure blocking an empire. He turned his gaze to the clearing skies above.
His long, foxlike eyes narrowed as he spoke with a chuckle:
"Wang Zhixian… You old monster have sat in Martial God City for ten years, claiming to be second in the world."
"People mocked you as delusional, invincible in name only."
"But now, I see. You told the truth."
"The world… was wrong."
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Shen Lian wandered through vast universes.
In one, he opened the Gate of Heaven beneath the Kunlun moon, stopping celestial immortals from descending.
In another, he rode the East Sea waves to slay dragons and exterminate demonic forces.
He shattered the cosmos and stirred the void itself.
He reversed the river of time and resurrected hundreds of millions who perished in war.
In countless worlds, legends spoke of the man in the dark Blackbird Emperor robe.
Spring passed, autumn came. Stars turned. Time flowed endlessly.
No one knew how many years had gone by.
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In the universal world.
At the peak of Daluo Divine Mountain.
That day, the entire Daluo Mountain quaked.
Laws of reality twisted and sang, chaos boiled, and myriad rays of divine light pierced the heavens.
Saints lowered their heads. Oceans surged. The moon rose. Flames burned the skies. Chaos Lotus bloomed. Dragon and Phoenix danced in harmony.
Endless divine phenomena rose and fell.
Then—
The skies spiraled into chaos. Golden lotuses blanketed the earth.
The heavens blessed the moment. The Dao began to chant.
From the summit of Daluo Mountain, a howl rang through the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
"Today, I, Shen Lian, transcend the Great Emperor and ascend beyond."
"Self-proclaimed realm, for detachment."
His eyes blazed.
A power beyond the Great Emperor Realm erupted from his body.