C2033 The End of the Sword Is Me Lin Daoke!

As Yu Yuan began to speak, Lin Daoke's attention swiftly shifted away from Chen Qinghuang and he clenched the primordial spirit sword with firm resolve. The sword light began to radiate brilliantly from the blade and tip. In that instant, every Observer in the Ashlands with sufficient power and lineage found themselves captivated by Lin Daoke's presence. Even Yu Yuan could sense Lin Daoke becoming one with the sword, his entire being starting to emit a luminous glow that was nothing short of dazzling.

Lin Daoke was the picture of concentration, his gaze fixed solely on Yu Yuan as if he were the only person left in existence. Chen Qinghuang, Taishi, Zhong Chichen, Loong Jie, and all the formidable beings of the Ashlands seemed to vanish like mist, leaving no trace behind. The astonishment Lin Daoke had felt upon witnessing Chen Qinghuang's dual forms was vanquished by the sword born of his Lunar Spirit. All irrelevant thoughts and emotions were deemed inconsequential and eradicated the moment they surfaced in his Mindscape.

He wielded the sword within his Mindscape, severing the myriad of uncontrollable thoughts lurking in the recesses of his heart. Ultimately, Yu Yuan's figure was the sole presence in both his vision and his innermost being. Beyond that, there was nothing else.

Lin Daoke's body, mind, eyes, remnant soul, and spiritual energy all transformed into extensions of the sword. He and the primordial spirit sword in his grasp appeared to fuse completely, his entire essence moving in harmony with the blade.

An ineffable edge emanated from Lin Daoke, causing the very fabric of the Ashlands to crackle and hiss. Brilliant streams of light and space rifts were rent asunder by his mere presence. The space itself seemed incapable of containing the overwhelming force of his sword's will.

Lin Daoke glowed radiantly, his aura perceived by onlookers as delicate threads of sword light, embodying the most pristine sword's will mastered by the greatest Sword Immortal. This was the unique swordsmanship that defined Lin Daoke.

"Lin Daoke!"

"Such formidable sword's will!"

Taishi, Tianqi, the Abyssal Greater Basilisk, the Abyssal Leviathan, and even the mature little spinosaurus were all profoundly shaken by the potent sword's will that Lin Daoke had mustered.

"Little Lin, go ahead."

Han Miaoyuan, draped in the Banner of Duality, waved his hand with vibrant energy. The pure divine force in his palm swirled, ready to channel spiritual energy into Lin Daoke.

Only he knew just how formidable Lin Daoke had become after his epiphany with the sword in the Abyss.

Lin Daoke had shattered the haze that once veiled his heart in the Abyss, ascending to a new level.

"The Sword Sect truly commands respect."

"He is indeed the foremost among the Everlands' Human Clan at present!"

Cultivators from the Starmoon Sect and the Forgeroses, along with the Blood Warriors from extraterrestrial Otherkin, sensed the might of Lin Daoke's sword and subconsciously kept their distance.

Many onlookers who had come to see the battle firsthand also quickly withdrew.

Chen Qinghuang, with the visage of a green giant bird manifested behind her and standing in human form, showed a look of astonishment in her piercing eyes and softly cautioned, "Be careful."

She did not insist further. After Yu Yuan spoke, she stepped aside, yielding Lin Daoke as an opponent.

She was reluctant to defy Yu Yuan publicly.

"Senior, I welcome your guidance."

Lin Daoke exhaled and his sword came down in a swift slash.

The sword light, sharper than Loong Jie's natural edge, and the primordial spirit sword carved through the Ashlands' void like a knife through silk.

Even the foundational rules of the Ashlands crumbled under the might of Lin Daoke's sword.

Yu Yuan's face was etched with gravity. As the sword light approached, he, in his eleventh-level Solar Spirit Body, flipped his palm.

Suddenly, the Star River and the space around Lin Daoke's sword seemed to spin.

Lin Daoke and his sword felt the fabric of time and space shift, the heavens and the Star River inverting in a wondrous reversal.

His sword light's path altered, and Yu Yuan's overwhelming presence, which nearly ruptured the Ashlands, expanded even further.

Every thread of sword's will, his flesh, the acupoints of his little world, his organs, and his Mindscape were all filled with the presence of Yu Yuan, who seemed to move and act within them.

Countless incarnations of Yu Yuan, in various forms of life, emerged in all the places Lin Daoke could see, sense, and touch.

Some were gargantuan beasts that soared through the ancient Star River, others were Demon Gods who dominated the heavens and the earth, while some were Golden Shuras, and yet others were tenth-level warriors of the Dawnbringers. Lin Daoke was aware of the existence of Yu Yuan within the Origin Realm, and even of those mysterious beings forged from Yu Yuan's blood and soul that had never manifested there.

These countless incarnations of Yu Yuan gradually emerged within every thread of Lin Daoke's sword's will, taking residence in his bones, rooting deep within his flesh, and roaming freely through his Mindscape. Lin Daoke's sword heart, once the epitome of purity, was now shrouded in a myriad of bloody lights, losing its pristine clarity.

Yu Yuan, meanwhile, brought his hands together slowly. As he did so, everyone experienced an unsettling sensation, as if their very flesh and souls were being compressed. It was as though many unseen worlds were being forcibly merged by the clasp of his hands. Lin Daoke's sword light, which had once cleaved through the heavens and rent asunder the Ashlands' Star River, obliterating the Void Rules, was now ensnared by the Crimson Realm.

"So that's how it is," realized Yu Yuan, who had caught the sword. As the ruler of the Ashlands, he witnessed a peculiar vision. Figures like Jihui, Han Miaoyuan, Zu Ann, Qin Luo, Lu Hongpeng, and Wuran, the exalted ones of the Everlands, had dispersed across the Ashlands after departing from "Eiwrone." These supreme beings, merged with the essence of the origin, remained motionless in the cosmos, yet their presence sent out ripples of black and green.

To him, all the human supreme beings appeared as clusters of black ink when scrutinized through an alternate method. The Ashlands resembled a turbid lake, its bottom strewn with sparkling Cosmic Orders like pebbles. The murky waters were the pervasive cosmic energy. The black and green ripples emanating from the essence merged by supreme beings like Han Miaoyuan spread outwards, like ink dispersing in water.

The arrival of these numerous supreme beings, along with the emergence of the original source, began to slowly taint the Ashlands. The foundational rules of the Ashlands, which should have been his alone to command, were now thrown into disarray by the presence of these clusters of green and black origin. As the actual ruler of the Ashlands, he was at risk of gradually losing his grip on this domain due to the prolonged presence of these exalted visitors.

The Ashlands might no longer be the so-called Starry Sky Forbidden Zone; they could be so thoroughly contaminated that there are no longer any discernible boundaries or barriers.

The original source, now merged with the supreme beings, has the power to infect the Astral Domain!

With the Everlands burning and propelled by the acceleration of the long star map, along with the accumulation of Heavenly Fire Energy, they will face no resistance and will easily descend upon the Ashlands.

At that time, the Ashlands will have no entrances or exits, no barriers to speak of.

Both Jihui and Han Miaoyuan were well aware of this, which is why Han Miaoyuan did not intervene when Lin Daoke drew his sword.

Han Miaoyuan realized that as the current ruler of the Ashlands, he was gradually losing his grip on control.

It wouldn't be long before he could no longer leverage the power of the Ashlands' ruler to suppress Lin Daoke.

Hiss! Hiss!

Between Yu Yuan's hands, which gleamed like polished gemstones, there surged an unparalleled sword's will, imbued with the power to shatter the boundless heavens and earth, striving to burst forth from his palms.

This extreme sharpness was unlike Loong Jie's "Ultimate Golden Body" and distinct from the ancient spinosaurus's violet gold power.

This sharpness was the very essence, spirit, and soul of Lin Daoke. It was his spiritual aspiration and the embodiment of the swordsmanship he practiced.

Whoosh!

The sword light burst forth from his palms, piercing through the many worlds he encompassed, leaving fine fissures across his skin.

It permeated Lin Daoke's body, soul, and spirit, fracturing the blood and soul within his acupoints.

Yu Yuan paused, momentarily taken aback, then chuckled and sincerely exclaimed, "Impressive."

No sooner had the words left his lips than the cuts in his palms, wrought by the sword light, healed as if by magic.

"Please summon the Dragon Slaying Stage."

Lin Daoke bowed deeply, his request earnest, "I wish to witness the legendary invincible grace of the Dragon Slaying Stage in your hands, Senior."

The supreme beings who accompanied Han Miaoyuan, along with the many formidable beings of the Ashlands, were rendered silent by Lin Daoke's sword's will.

"There's no need."

Yu Yuan shook his head, his demeanor far from haughty, as he earnestly clarified, "In the present Origin Realm, I stand unrivaled. Yuan Le, Zhiya, you, and even Tan Xiaotian, who is on the cusp of reaching the eleventh level, none would be my match in the Origin Realm."

"I don't believe it," Lin Daoke declared with a hint of defiance.

"In the Abyss, Origin Realm, and Wasteland, swords did not originally exist," Chen Qinghuang interjected with a cold tone. "Without the source of the sword being fostered by the cosmos, you cannot ascend to the eleventh level. No matter the purity of your swordsmanship or the strength of your sword's will, without breaking through this cosmic boundary, you lack the right to challenge him to exert his full power."

In her eyes, Yu Yuan was the preeminent figure of the Origin Realm.

Perhaps even the foremost across all three realms.

Only if Lin Daoke could somehow shatter the existing cosmic order and reach the eleventh level, as Yuan Le described, would he earn the right to push Yu Yuan to his limits.

Alas, the world lacked such a sword source.

With this revelation, many were struck with sudden clarity and felt a wave of pity for Lin Daoke.

Indeed, the sword is an acquired object, unlike the Primal Soul, Primal Blood, or Light Spirit.

Devoid of the patronage of an innate Primal Anima, Lin Daoke, relying solely on his understanding of swordsmanship, might never have the chance to vie for the eleventh level, much less stand against Yu Yuan.

"I grasp the implications of your words."

Lin Daoke didn't object, his expression stoic as he nodded in acknowledgment, "This is the dust that plagues my sword heart. Upon learning of the Primal Anima and the path to the eleventh level, I too was disheartened by the absence of the sword's source. Even before venturing into the Abyss, I pondered this dilemma."

"If I have indeed reached the zenith of swordsmanship, and there is no sword source before me,"

"Then my primordial spirit sword shall become the sword's source within this universe."

"If there is no path ahead, and if there never was one, then I must carve out my own."

With these words, Lin Daoke's primordial spirit sword began its transcendence.

All the swordsmen in the Ashlands, including Lu Hongpeng, Van Heqing, and Jun Chen, who also practiced the sword, experienced an epiphany.

Their sword spells, the sword's will they had discerned, and the profound truths of swordsmanship they had so fervently sought now seemed to resonate with Lin Daoke's primordial spirit sword.

At the pinnacle of swordsmanship, should an innate source of the sword fail to manifest, then it shall be I, Lin Daoke, who prevails!

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