Published: February 25, 2025
The sound of a hundred chapters shattering mountains to obtain the Divine Sword!
As the old sovereign's words echoed in their ears, regardless of whether they were disciples who wanted to kill Tan Yun or those who had no grudges against him, at this moment, they all looked at Tan Yun's back and felt their blood boiling!
They had to admit that Tan Yun had created a miracle, breaking the ironclad rule that no one had approached the Divine Sword for nearly sixty thousand years!
He was proud!
He was thrilled!
He was proud that he had cultivated a disciple like Tan Yun for the Huangfu Sacred Sect at the last moment of his reign as sovereign!
He was even more certain that as time passed, Tan Yun would undoubtedly become the most powerful hero of the Heavenly Punishment Continent, even a conqueror!
“Xian'er, my precious daughter, this is the perfect husband I chose for you. Many years ago, I knew that Tan Yun was no ordinary person. If you follow him in the future, I will truly be at ease…”
Dantai Xuanzhong felt overjoyed in his heart.
At the same time, Shen Subing, Mu Mengyi, and Zhong Wu Shi Yao looked at the back of their beloved and were already in tears.
Because they knew that Tan Yun was destined to become the young sovereign!
At the same time, they felt wronged and heartbroken for Tan Yun; they understood more than anyone how difficult his years had been—time and again facing slaughter, time and again teetering on the edge of life and death, those scenes flickered in their minds...
Especially Mu Mengyi, recalling the moments when she went to Falling Star City to select disciples as an envoy of the Huangfu Sacred Sect, Tan Yun's steadfastness and determination flashed in the depths of her mind...
Thinking about how Tan Yun had struggled to survive over the years, navigating the thin line between killing and being killed, her heart ached, and a mix of emotions surged within her. Suddenly, she turned and embraced Zhong Wu Shi Yao, sobbing uncontrollably...
At that moment, Feng Qingcheng, Zhu Daosheng, and Xie Juechen stared intently at Tan Yun's back, their eyes revealing complex emotions.
Feng Qingcheng thought to herself: “Once Tan Yun becomes the young sovereign, I must quickly pull him into our camp…”
Zhongli Yuxin's beautiful eyes revealed a glint of determination; if Tan Yun really became the young sovereign, she would bring him into their camp as quickly as possible, and if he refused, she would not give him any chance to grow...
Under the starry sky, Tan Yun continued to walk slowly...
The next day, at the hour of Chen, the rising sun shone brightly, casting golden rays over the barren wasteland, bringing a touch of vitality to the desolate land.
After a night of walking, Tan Yun finally crossed through the black mist resembling a hundred-mile canyon, arriving at the base of the knife-like lone peak like a speck of dust.
As everyone watched, Tan Yun's figure expanded to an enormous ten zhang high, and then, amidst the black mist resembling a narrow sky, he soared into the air, rising up to ninety thousand zhang of emptiness.
“Buzz—”
A surge of faint golden spiritual power erupted from within Tan Yun, coiling around his body like golden pythons.
“Bang!”
Tan Yun stood in the void, exerting all his strength, and blasted a punch towards the peak.
“Rumbling—”
“Crash—”
Immediately, dust filled the air, and the mountainside, originally covered in cracks, shattered like a waterfall, crumbling downwards!
“Bang bang bang—”
Then, Tan Yun pressed against the mountainside, flying straight down while striking with lightning speed, forcefully chiseling into the mountain.
Instantly, the debris from the broken mountain buried Tan Yun...
As Tan Yun kept chiseling into the mountain, a moment later, to everyone's shock, the towering ninety-thousand-zhang lone peak vanished, revealing a giant black sword over eighty thousand zhang tall, embedded in the wasteland.
Amidst the surrounding black mist, it stood like an icy magical sword, towering between heaven and earth, mesmerizing.