C955 Nie Qingtian's Legend!

Yu Yuan felt a slight ripple in his Heart Lake.

Before him, the luminous green and black wall shimmered as glyphs formed, each unveiling a new world at a visible pace.

The peerless will of the Shatterblade was effortlessly subdued, smoothed over, and submerged.

One by one, the dazzling sword lights were snuffed out, their mystique gone.

Standing tall by the Soulforge Pool, Yu Yuan gazed at Van Heqing through the wall, bowed deeply, and then straightened up once more.

From his arm bones erupted an ancient sword's will—vast, boundless, and timeless.

As the sword's will emerged, the Lunar Meteorites and Evil Statues within the Sword Prison, all carved by the Sword Sect, began to react.

Silver-gray light radiated from the Lunar Meteorites and Evil Statues, illuminating the gloomy forbidden area with a brilliance that turned night into day.

Yu Yuan let out a soft gasp of surprise. He pondered how, after the Silvermoon Queen had consumed all the moon energy from the Lunar Meteorites, these extraterrestrial stones could still possess such odd power.

In the next moment, a series of hisses filled the air.

The Spirit Swords carried by the Sword Sect members, along with the sword's wills refined within them, were similarly stirred, as if greeting old friends or paying homage to a revered ancestor, resonating with the will emanating from Yu Yuan's arm bones.

Grand Sword Immortal Ji Ningshuang, a practitioner of the Stardust Blade, watched her sword spirit become agitated within the blade.

The sword spirit within Van Heqing's Shatterblade also seemed to be under pressure, slightly outmatched.

More Sword Sect masters from the Solar Spirit Realm and disciples from the Spirit Walk Realm, wielding Spirit Swords from the Sword Cave, heard their blades hum in response.

"The sword's will is clear!"

"The Titanblade!"

"This is the sword spell he left behind!"

An elder of the Sword Sect, privy to the secrets, felt the familiar sword's will and observed the unusual scene before him, his face betraying a hint of astonishment.

"He truly has received Nie Qingtian's swordsmanship!" exclaimed a white-haired crone, seated on a sword-shaped vessel, her eyes alight with both excitement and wistfulness. "He has inherited Nie Qingtian's legacy and is following in his footsteps!"

"Nie Qingtian!"

Upon uttering this name, which seemed almost taboo, the complexions of several elders from the Ebon Star and Sunlit Order turned particularly uncomfortable.

Memories of being dominated by Nie Qingtian's fear seemed to flood back...

They remembered the terror of Nie Qingtian wielding his sword, unleashing the Nine Celestial Slashes, and slaughtering countless cultivators deep within the Star River. It was as though they could see him, sword after sword, cutting down cultivators as they fell like teardrops in the rain.

He was, of course, the legendary Grand Sword Immortal at the Primordial Spirit Stage, the creator of both the Moonfall Sanctuary and the Sword Prison.

He was the one who caused Lunar Meteorites to plummet from the Star River in the extraterrestrial realm.

Then, with his unparalleled sword force, he branded each Lunar Meteorite, containing the Soulforge Pool and suppressing the Soulforge Matrix, ensuring his firm grip over the formation.

The sword scar imprinted at the bottom of the Soulforge Pool was a seal. The lingering sword's will and sword light served to bind and confine.

He also used the Moon Soul from another extraterrestrial body to create a whetstone.

With this, he fashioned the Sword Prison, incarcerating the malevolent demons, evil dragons, and archdemons that roamed freely from the Everlands through the extraterrestrial Star River.

Nie Qingtian was the most brilliant and flamboyant figure of the last era!

It was also he who, for reasons unknown, underwent a drastic change of heart and embarked on a path of defiance against the Upper Sects, Devil Palace, and Shadow's Keep.

Ultimately, this Sword Immortal, once the pride of the Sword Sect, was annihilated by the five greatest powers.

Rumor has it that the Titanblade shattered and was lost to the ages.

The sword spirit, however, drawn to the Soulforge Pool where the remnants of the sword's will and power were strongest, wandered the extraterrestrial Star River for years before returning to the Moonfall Sanctuary via the Domain Channel of the Hellmouth.

Now, the sword spirit within Yu Yuan's arm bones can elicit the resonant hum of numerous Spirit Swords within the Sword Sect. Undoubtedly, it is the sword spirit of the Titanblade!

"It appears that during his trial in the forbidden area, he was chosen by the sword spirit of the Titanblade because it recognized his potential for rebellion," Lingxu stated sternly, his voice icy. "Nie Qingtian turned his back on the Everlands. Naturally, the successor chosen by his sword spirit would share his rebellious nature!"

Upon uttering these words, numerous elders from the Sword Sect fixed him with angry stares.

Nie Qingtian was once the pride of the Sword Sect. The current second-ranked Grand Sword Immortal only managed to ascend after Nie Qingtian's demise, securing a place among the twelve Supreme Gods.

Yet, it seemed he could never quite reach the heights of Nie Qingtian, forever overshadowed by his legacy.

To many Sword Sect elders, Nie Qingtian at his zenith was considered even mightier than the present Sect Master.

Nie Qingtian was a deeply rooted idol for the older generation within the Sword Sect.

When Lingxu spoke his name with such disrespect, the hot-tempered elder Sword Immortals who had emerged from the Sword Sect were ready to exact retribution on the Ethereal Void Sect.

Witnessing their unfriendly demeanor, Lingxu's heart sank, and he promptly fell silent.

Already at a disadvantage against the Sword Sect and having recently suffered significant losses, the Ethereal Void Sect had been overtaken by both the Starmoon Sect and the Thunder Sect. Lingxu certainly did not wish to exacerbate his sect's plight with careless words.

"Titanblade, Nie Qingtian."

Yu Yuan, head bowed, observed the sword's will radiating from his arm bone and felt the stirrings of the sword spirit. Piecing together the clamor from outside, he swiftly deduced the true identity of the Moon Slayer cultivator and the name of the Divine Sword he wielded.

Van Heqing, Ji Ningshuang, and several elder Sword Immortals from the Sword Sect fell into a hushed silence as the sword's will from the arm bone surged forth.

Van Heqing ceased his swordplay, seemingly waiting for the sword spirit within the arm bone to settle and for the oppressive sword's will to recede before acting again.

The mention of Nie Qingtian's name caused a brief lapse in focus for many elders from both the Ebon Star and the Sunlit Order, including those at the Unbound Stage.

It was then that the wall began to endure a formidable joint assault from the Devil Palace and Shadow's Keep, the intensity of their attack truly alarming.

Yu Yuan averted his gaze, leaping upwards, his real body descending into the Crucible of Evil.

The very next moment, he was seated within the Crucible, swiftly reaching another barrier that led towards the gathering point of Shadow's Keep and Devil Palace.

Meanwhile, his Lunar Spirit remained stationed at the Soulforge Pool, right in front of the barrier near Cao Jiaze.

"With his real body far away, and the Lunar Spirit in control of the Soulforge Pool, he's really overestimating himself!" Wei Zhuo, the towering leader of the Thunder Sect, scoffed. The Thunder Gods in the heavens above hurled hundreds of massive thunder balls at the barrier protecting Yu Yuan's Lunar Spirit.

The thunder balls, large as millstones, boomed with thunder and wrapped in dazzling lightning.

Wei Zhuo's thunderous might, if given the slightest opening in the barrier, would strike Yu Yuan's Lunar Spirit with a force that could obliterate a soul in an instant.

"Heh!" Yu Yuan's Lunar Spirit chuckled darkly.

The thunder balls burst upon the barrier's surface, causing no disturbance, not even disrupting the glyph formations within.

"You're still lacking," Yu Yuan taunted, his Lunar Spirit hovering over the Soulforge Pool, absorbing the dark Soul Power. In mere moments, it seemed as if he had crafted a new, ink-black form for himself.

To the onlookers, Yu Yuan's Lunar Spirit appeared to be engulfed by a thick, black liquid, solidifying into a sinister figure with a striking resemblance to his real body—lacking flesh and spiritual energy, yet possessing the purest Soul Power.

What should have been an ephemeral spirit now felt as though it had a tangible body, exuding an air of profound mystery.

Cultivators such as Mo Baichuan, Ji Ningshuang, Van Heqing, and Feng Pu observed the newly transformed Yu Yuan within the barrier, sensing the oddity of his form, their expressions growing increasingly solemn.

"This is quite peculiar..." Feng Pu, standing upon the Mountain of Flames, peered intently, his eyes aglow with a fiery red light that mirrored the turbulent magma pool below, where flames raged and seethed.

"Eye of Terra!"

Feng Pu inwardly exclaimed as the fiery glint in his eyes transformed into a smaller, golden gaze. It was as though he had gained the multifaceted vision of an insect, able to perceive the essence through various perspectives. The light in his gaze appeared to pierce through the wall, scrutinizing Yu Yuan's current form.

"A pure soul form, yet it seems tangible. Or to put it another way, it's as if the most pristine and peculiar Soul Power has been refined into a solid state..."

After intently observing for a few seconds, Feng Pu's expression became rigid, and the fiery light in his eyes abruptly collapsed. A thought so absurd it made him both want to laugh and cry surfaced in his mind.

"..."