Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses

All the treasured swords and flying swords throughout the city were trembling, which greatly excited the cultivators within. They even lifted their own swords into the air, holding them aloft.

"It's Sword Venerable Fudao's sword intent!"

"Sword Venerable Fudao has heard our call!"

"This sword intent is indeed Sword Venerable Fudao's!"

"Could such vast sword intent be enough to contend against that Six-Headed Sea Dragon?"

"Where is Sword Venerable Fudao? Could he be within the city?"

A thunderous roar of excitement surged through the city as everyone grew agitated.

Clang——

The sound of blades unsheathing suddenly drowned out the uproarious voices as sword after sword ascended to the sky, their tips pointing upwards, hovering at the same height. There were more than a million of them, their radiance cutting through the sky, impossible to be obscured even by the blizzard.

Atop the Heavenly Repair Platform, Gu Zong stood up, as did the other disciples, all of them looking up at the swords above.

Di Xie stood on the rooftop, gazing at the scene, his face full of incredulity. Having been at the Supreme Sect for so many years, he had a deep understanding of Sword Venerable Fudao's sword intent, and thought he had overestimated him, yet only now did he realize the profound unpredictability of Sword Venerable Fudao.

Even with a third-layer Mystic Heart Realm cultivation level, Di Xie felt that this sword intent was out of his reach.

Under the gaze of the entire city, over a million swords flew together toward the north. Their sword qi erupted, dispersing the snow in the heavens and earth, unstoppable, vanishing into the sky in a blink of an eye. The vast expanse of the white sky was split in two, revealing the blue beyond, creating a magnificent spectacle.

Gu Zong's hair was disheveled by the strong wind as he watched the direction in which the million-strong sword formation had disappeared, a smile appearing on his face, no longer the worried frown seen before.

"Six-Headed Sea Dragon, can you withstand the mightiest sword of the Supreme Sect?"

...

Great Jiang Dynasty, Northern Territory.

An unending stream of cultivators flew toward the north like a torrent of arrows, mighty and spectacular, scattering the snowy skies.

Following their flight path, tens of thousands of miles away, on the Demon Battlefield, the Six-Headed Sea Dragon had already leaped over the seemingly bottomless gorge, with an endless horde of demons leaping after it, following the lead as it crushed its way towards the lands of the human race.

The Six-Headed Sea Dragon held a Great Cultivator of the Mystic Heart Realm in its grasp, who struggled in vain to free himself from its palm.

A thousand zhang away, various Great Cultivators of the Mystic Heart Realm continually cast spells, but to no avail—none of their spells or divine skills inflicted the slightest harm on the Six-Headed Sea Dragon, nor could they breach its armor.

Like a meteor shower, rocks rained down continually, striking the demon army, but the Six-Headed Sea Dragon showed no intention of protecting its troops.

As it advanced, the creature tossed the Great Cultivator from the Mystic Heart Realm into its mouth, chewing mercilessly. As it did so, its six dragon heads twisted around, scanning the surroundings. Every now and again, it would reach out and snatch dying demons from the distance, swallowing them with one gulp.

Blood rained down like a shower; fresh blood stained the corners of each dragon head's mouth, a terrifying and gruesome sight.

His figure was so languid, supremely arrogant.

The cultivators of the Mystic Heart Realm all felt despair, for they had never felt so powerless before, not even when facing the Butcher Immortal Jing of the Ephemera Sect, because Butcher Immortal Jing had died too quickly. But now, they truly experienced the strength of the Mahayana Realm.

Lu Lingjun stood on the White Spirit Demon Emperor, her hair disheveled, her right shoulder bleeding profusely and bubbling with blood. She gazed into the distance at the Six-Headed Sea Dragon, her eyes filled with unwillingness.

"We can't make a dent at all! If we keep holding out like this, we might fall into its mouth at any moment!"

The White Spirit Demon Emperor said dejectedly, lacking the spirit of someone from the Unification Realm. It only wanted to escape from this place now.

Lu Lingjun took a deep breath. She knew that continuing the fight without any chance of victory would only lead to meaningless sacrifice.

She harbored thoughts of retreat, and not just from the battlefield, but from leaving the continent altogether.

Just at that moment.

She seemed to sense something, suddenly turning her head to look, her eyes wide with disbelief.

In the vast expanse behind them, the white snow covered everything, and the fog carried by the wind assaulted her.

It wasn't just her. More and more cultivators felt something and turned to look in unison.

The disheveled, blood-covered sect master of Cangtian Sect, Liang Canghai, held a large cauldron in his right hand. It burst forth with thousands of green lights, sweeping across the battlefield, where blood splattered everywhere. However, his attacks on the Six-Headed Sea Dragon were equally ineffective.

He suddenly turned, his eyes widening as he looked behind them.

The Six-Headed Sea Dragon, which had been advancing and feeding at the same time, felt something as well and turned its six heads forward.

Its six draconic faces twisted ferociously as it roared in unison, the dragon roar shaking heaven and earth, and who knows how many lower-level cultivators and demons were shocked into bleeding from all orifices.

The Six-Headed Sea Dragon raised its hand, demon energy bursting from its palm. A huge bone knife appeared out of thin air, and it grasped the knife with both hands, furiously slashing forward.

With one slash, demon energy surged forth like waves, turning into black dragons that raced towards the ends of the earth, sweeping across heaven and earth. Along the way, cultivators who couldn't dodge in time were struck and instantly turned to ash.

Boom—

A world-shocking boom came from the end of the earth. Sword light dazzled between heaven and earth, and a terrifying sword qi moved at a speed far surpassing that of the black demon dragons, cutting through the ranks of innumerable cultivators.

These cultivators only felt the world brighten suddenly, and then they were enveloped by a mysterious and vast sword intent. Their pupils dilated as countless swords, wrapped in sword qi, passed close by them, forcibly entering their field of view.

Lu Lingjun, with her higher cultivation level, reacted faster, but was still engulfed by countless swords. She dared not move and could only watch as those swords charged towards the Six-Headed Sea Dragon.

Her beautiful eyes widened, full of shock.

No sooner had it been said than done! A massive stream of sword qi formed by hundreds of thousands of swords boldly dispersed the black demon dragons, boldly confronting the Six-Headed Sea Dragon.

The Six-Headed Sea Dragon reacted swiftly. After swinging its knife, all six draconic heads opened their mouths, spewing rolling flames, like a celestial river of burning flames sweeping across the sky.

Boom—

The flames scattered, and the colossal demon body of the Six-Headed Sea Dragon was struck, retreating again and again, flesh flying about like rain pouring onto the ground.

After seven steps, the Six-Headed Sea Dragon came to a halt, its demon body pierced through by a million swords, which then traced an upward arc in the sky behind it before hovering in midair.

Countless cultivators and demons fixed their eyes on the scene, the demon energy dissipated, and each dragon head crashed to the ground, kicking up billowing dust.

The terror-inducing body of the Six-Headed Sea Dragon was riddled with bloody holes, densely packed and enough to make one's scalp tingle, its life force completely severed.

The Sword Intent of the Taicang Divine-Shocking Sword forcefully dispersed his Primordial Spirit, with a Mahayana Demon Elixir from the Six-Headed Sea Dragon suspended amidst the sword swarm in the sky.

Silence enveloped heaven and earth!

Both Cultivator of the Human Race and demons stared dumbfounded at this scene.

The nearly invincible Six-Headed Sea Dragon had died just like that?

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh…

The million-strong sword swarm began to fly towards the direction of the Taicang Dynasty, the sound of cutting through the air incessant, breaking the silence.

"Sword Venerable Fudao! It's our Supreme Sect's Sword Venerable Fudao!"

A Great Cultivator shouted ecstatically, not just him, but all the cultivators who had experienced the Sword Intent at the Heavenly Repair Platform were roused, shouting the name of Sword Venerable Fudao.

Lu Lingjun looked up at the sky where the million-strong sword swarm passed like a meteor shower, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

The White Spirit Demon Emperor beneath her feet was also staring, dumbstruck and speechless.

"Kill—"

Liang Canghai shouted loudly, his tone equally excited, and with that command, the cultivators of the Cangtian Sect were the first to charge towards the demon army.

Witnessing the death of the Six-Headed Sea Dragon, the demon army instantly collapsed, all beginning to flee in panic, with the Demon Kings leaping up and fleeing at full speed back to the Demon Land.

The mighty sword swarm swept over mountains and lakes, causing cultivators, common folk, and demons along the way to look up in awe.

The Great Jiang Dynasty, Taichen Dynasty, North Sea Mountains…

Sage Xuan Miao stood on a hillside, looking at the sword swarm flying towards the horizon, his eyes full of confusion.

Just moments ago, he had seen the million-strong sword swarm flying north, how did it return so quickly?

He watched as the million-strong sword swarm disappeared into the horizon, then stood in place, deep in thought.

In mid-flight, Gu An appeared out of nowhere among the sword swarm, seized the Demon Core of the Six-Headed Sea Dragon, and then vanished.

He returned to the attic in Mystic Valley, unknown to anyone that he had disappeared for a mere two breaths of time.

Using his Divine Sense, he maneuvered the million-strong sword swarm back to the Outer City, relying on the memory and insight of the Nirvana Realm, he directed each of the million swords back into their owner's hands, igniting an uproar throughout the city.

Slaying the Six-Headed Sea Dragon won Gu An eight hundred years of life span, far less than what an eighth-tier Spirit Tree offered.

Gu An picked up Daoist Xunchun, calming his emotions.

With this action, he wondered if he would hasten the Great Demon Cataclysm.

If the Great Demon Cataclysm were to arrive early, then he would have no choice but to embark on a massive slaughter, reaching a life span of ten million years as soon as possible.

He did not wish to massacre the living and become a demon, but if it was for survival, he would have to lower his principles.

In the process of seizing life span, Gu An always worried that excessive killing would lead to the formation of a heart demon or an accumulation of sins, a not uncommon occurrence in the Immortal Cultivation World, so he tried as much as possible to extend his life span through plants.

Of course, he also feared that too much killing would attract enemies he couldn't defeat.

He tried not to think of these things and instead pondered, what sort of life span functions would ten million years unlock?

…

Within the Outer City.

Di Xie watched the cultivators on the Heavenly Repair Platform, euphoric, and his expression was vacant.

With his Perception Power, he could sense that the Demon Energy of the Six-Headed Sea Dragon had already dissipated.

How much time had passed?

Sword Venerable Fudao had actually managed to slay the Six-Headed Sea Dragon with the swords of others...

Di Xie knew the Six-Headed Sea Dragon; he disliked him, but he had to admit that the latter was strong, ranking high among the seventy-two Great Demon Kings.

To be able to kill the Six-Headed Sea Dragon with such ease, how strong was Sword Venerable Fudao really?

Di Xie suddenly felt the upcoming war between the two races was unpredictable.

Sword Venerable Fudao might be the biggest stumbling block for his father the Emperor.

He was not worried, in fact, somewhat looking forward to it.

Compared to the atmosphere in the Demon Clan, he preferred the atmosphere of the Supreme Sect, where at least there was no infighting.

Di Xie looked into the distance with a playful gaze, curious in his heart, "Demon Master, you consider yourself extraordinary, believing you can foresee all things between heaven and earth, but have you predicted Sword Venerable Fudao?"

He walked towards the Heavenly Repair Platform, ready to continue observing the Sword Intent of Sword Venerable Fudao.

He had a premonition that the Sword Intent of Sword Venerable Fudao might be the greatest opportunity he would ever encounter in his life!