"Enough!!"
Ye Xun'er glanced towards Ling Tian's direction. The sight of his tightly clenched fists made her feel an inexplicable pang of sadness.
How could she not know about Ling Tian's circumstances?
His mother died during his birth, and he became a good-for-nothing at the age of ten.
Not only was he despised by his clansmen, but even his own brother, Ling Xiao, found ways to make things difficult for him.
Yet, Ling Tian endured it all silently.
It was precisely because of this that Ye Xun'er saw qualities in him she had never encountered before.
Steadiness, low-key demeanor, and a detachment from worldly strife.
All of this felt incredibly novel to Ye Xun'er.
After all, the people constantly surrounding her nowadays were the likes of Yu Yuntian.
Not particularly capable, but when it came to pretentiousness, he was far superior to Ling Tian!
"Junior Sister Xun'er..." The smile on Yu Yuntian's face instantly froze, replaced by a gloomy expression.
Dammit! How dare Ye Xun'er speak to me in that tone?
It's all that damned Ling Tian's fault! Who knows what kind of potion he's given Junior Sister Xun'er!
But no matter what, today, he probably wouldn't be able to descend from the Path of Ten Thousand Swords alive.
Yu Yuntian looked at the young man not far away with resentful fury. A good-for-nothing without any cultivation, still daring to dream of reaching the peak of the Path of Immortals, to leap over the dragon gate like a carp?
Ridiculous.
If leaping the dragon gate were so easy, why would there be so many dead fish by the seaside?
"Tian'er, you may go." The Holy Master of Ten Thousand Swords looked up at the distant Path of Immortals. Between the green mountains, an ancient bluestone path wound its way upward, radiating golden light.
On both sides of the path, numerous ancient swords were densely embedded. The higher one went, the more terrifying the peerless, sharp aura became.
Even the Holy Master of Ten Thousand Swords couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly when he saw the long sword placed on the ancient bluestone altar at the peak of the Path of Immortals.
The Ancient God-Slaying Sword.
An immortal sword from antiquity.
Legends said that this sword was stained with the souls of tens of thousands of the dead, its power peerless. Obtaining it allowed one to slay immortals and punish gods.
However, similarly, because this sword carried a trace of immortal karma, all its previous masters were eventually corrupted by demonic thoughts, fell into demonic paths, and suffered eternal damnation.
But no matter what, this sword was the undisputed inherited Dao Artifact of the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land, its power unparalleled.
Ye Xun'er's talent was indeed good; she had comprehended a Dao Principle upon reaching the Breakthrough Realm.
But the Dao Principle she comprehended wasn't the Sword Dao. Thus, she only received the Evil-Slaying Sword and failed to inherit the God-Slaying Will.
I wonder if Ling Tian could bring a pleasant surprise to the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land today?
"Yes! Holy Master." Ling Tian bowed respectfully, turned, and walked towards the Path of Immortals.
As he passed by Ye Xun'er, he didn't forget to give her a bright, gentle smile.
"Junior Brother Ling Tian, just keep going upwards. Don't have any worries. With your senior sister here, even if you only have one breath left, I can protect your life." Ye Xun'er's words were undoubtedly arrogant, but to Ling Tian's ears at this moment, they moved him deeply.
Looking across the Sacred Dynasty, probably only this senior sister truly cared about him, right?
"One breath? Heh heh, Junior Brother Ling Tian, I don't mean to discourage you, but you should... be careful. Don't end up not even being able to hold that one breath." Yu Yuntian sneered. The group of Holy Land disciples behind him immediately burst into mocking laughter, their expressions full of sarcasm.
"Thank you for the reminder, Senior Brother." Ling Tian cupped his hands in a salute, his face still wearing a gentle expression. Without further hesitation, he stepped onto the Path of Immortals.
The entire Ten Thousand Swords Mountain Peak suddenly fell silent.
Everyone watched that resolute and upright figure, a look of gravity in their eyes.
For some reason, although Ling Tian's figure seemed frail at this moment, it gave people an inexplicable sense of reassurance.
As if the Path of Immortals, which seemed extremely dangerous in the eyes of all the Holy Land disciples, was nothing noteworthy in his view.
Calm, composed... this junior brother was also very steady.
"The Path of Ten Thousand Swords, the Ancient God-Slaying Sword? Today, I will make you all understand what a peerless sword bearing is." When Ling Tian reached the beginning of the sword path, there wasn't a trace of panic in his eyes. Instead, there was a hint of excitement.
What was the purpose of enduring for seven years?
Of course, it was to emerge spectacularly one day, illuminating the heavens for all eternity.
Although Ling Xiao's current attitude towards him had caused some confusion...
compared to the pain and humiliation he had endured, this bit of confusion was insignificant.
"Ling Xiao, just you wait. Soon, I will take back everything that belongs to me from you."
Ling Tian stepped forward, setting foot on the first ancient bluestone step.
Heaven and earth seemed to grow cold and silent for an instant.
Then, a resounding sword cry erupted thunderously.
The music of the Great Dao reverberated, suppressing the land for ten thousand miles.
In the sky, seven-colored auspicious clouds began to gather.
"It's a miracle! An immortal miracle!!"
In an instant, the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land erupted!
Everyone stared at the young figure walking slowly along the sword path, their eyes filled with unspeakable shock.
How was this possible?
How could someone without any cultivation base walk on that Path of Immortals as if it were level ground?
Even the faces of the Holy Land elders showed looks of incredulity.
Could it be... that Ling Tian was truly the Chosen One?
So what if he lacked a Dantian Sea?
As a sword cultivator, as long as his sword intent connected heaven and earth, nothing in the world could withstand a single strike from his sword.
"What a terrifying young man..." No one questioned the Holy Master's decision anymore. A Chosen One with heavenly sword talent represented the hope for the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land to continue its glory!
"Gulp."
"Senior Brother Yu... this Ling Tian seems... a bit impressive." Many disciples looked at Yu Yuntian with troubled expressions.
If Ling Tian truly managed to reach the peak of the Path of Immortals today, he would immediately become the new Holy Son of the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land.
And Yu Yuntian...
was, at best, the Sect Leader's True Disciple. Although his seniority was greater, he wouldn't dare offend the Holy Son's authority.
Thinking this, many disciples had already subtly distanced themselves from Yu Yuntian.
"Hmph, he is a young master of the Ling Clan, after all. He must have some life-preserving methods. But from here on, the sword pressure on the Path of Immortals will only become more terrifying. Let's see how long he can last." How could Yu Yuntian not see the seven-colored auspicious clouds above? Such an immortal omen already explained many things.
But in front of Ye Xun'er, how could he admit he was wrong? He could only stubbornly argue, steeling himself.
"That's true! Ling Tian is, after all, a young master of the Ling Clan's main bloodline. It's normal for him to have some trump cards. How shameless, relying on external means just to tread the Path of Immortals. I think this Ling Tian is nothing but a hypocrite." Hearing this, the crowd exclaimed in agreement one after another.
And right at that moment, Ling Tian's figure indeed stopped on the one hundredth step.
"Look! Ling Tian can't go any further!"
"Tch,that's it? And I was worried for nothing." Many disciples moved closer to Yu Yuntian again.
"Junior Brother Ling Tian..." Ye Xun'er clenched her jade hands, her beautiful eyes filled with worry as she watched the distant mountain peak and that tall, straight figure in white, praying silently in her heart.
"You must hold on."