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This battle lasted for half a month, until Chen Shaodong, the acting sect master of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, personally arrived in his battle armor. Alone with his sword, he broke through ten battle formations, leading to the collapse of the allied forces from the outer realm.

The army of five hundred thousand then pursued the enemy, leaving no place for the fifty thousand warriors from the allied forces to hide.

It was Daqinei, leading a hundred thousand warriors from a foreign race, who came to the rescue. Commanding a battle puppet, he fought Chen Shaodong for hundreds of rounds, causing the sky to split and the earth to shatter, even diverting rivers and mountains.

In that battle, the strength displayed by the two powerful beings controlling Galaxy Battle Armor Puppets was not something the current cultivators of the Lingxiao Domain could compare with.

In the end, the two shook hands and made peace, reaching an agreement to jointly promote the unification of the Lingxiao Domain and strive for greater benefits.

The Lingxiao Sword Sect was responsible for rallying local forces, while Daqinei gathered the elites from the outer realms.

Their collaboration quickly united the strength of the Lingxiao Domain.

After this battle, the elites from the outer realm and the upper echelons of the Lingxiao Domain achieved a temporary peaceful coexistence.

But whether this peace could be maintained after unification was something no one knew.

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The Lingxiao Sword Sect.

The square outside the grand hall where Han Muye lived.

A few stewards and elders of the Lingxiao Sword Sect surrounded the area, watching Chen Shaodong in the center of the square. Clad in battle armor and wielding a three-foot-long sword, he suppressed three Lingxiao Sword Sect experts with higher cultivation abilities than him.

In the past, it was said that the young sect master was frivolous in temperament, lacked dedication to sword cultivation, and had very poor strength.

But now, Chen Shaodong’s sword cultivation appeared extremely strong. Each move was stable and powerful, his actions fluid, exuding a deep understanding.

Even though he hadn’t reached the level where sword intent alone could defy opponents across several levels, he was still considered a rare talent in the world.

“Clang—”

With a slash of sword light, Chen Shaodong stepped forward and swept his long sword across, forcing back the three fellow sect members in front of him.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and looked towards Han Muye standing with his hands behind his back on the stone steps, his face showing surprise and joy.

Under the guidance of his own master, his sword cultivation had soared.

Previously, his master was known for the overwhelming power of qi and blood.

Although he claimed to be a sword cultivator, no one saw the depth of his sword cultivation abilities.

Only Chen Shaodong knew just how profound his master’s accomplishments in the Sword Dao were.

They were realms even the Supreme Elder of the Lingxiao Sword Sect and his own father had never reached.

A casual remark from his master could lead to enlightenment, and a simple hint could unravel the Sword Dao puzzles that had long perplexed him.

“Your talent is still too poor,” Han Muye said indifferently, causing the smile on Chen Shaodong’s face to fade away, turning bitter.

Indeed, in the eyes of his master, he was the one with the least talent.

According to his master, not to mention the big sister Huang Zhihu, even the other disciples had extreme talents in the Sword Dao.

His own sword cultivation abilities and talent were not even qualified to be taken under his master’s wing.

This remark made the elders of the Lingxiao Sword Sect feel a loss of face.

But they were helpless.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a sword from one of the sword cultivators flew into his palm.

With a swift motion, Han Muye landed in front of Chen Shaodong, then thrust out with his sword.

This thrust was identical to the movement of the sword cultivator from before.

But there was a subtle difference.

For example, this thrust deviated slightly by half a point.

As Chen Shaodong struck a horizontal slash, the sword edge missed by half a point.

It was this half-point difference that allowed Han Muye, while dodging, to lightly touch Chen Shaodong’s neck with his sword edge.

Leveraging.

From beginning to end, the force used by Han Muye was less than a tenth of what everyone else had used.

This thrust changed the expressions of Chen Shaodong and the others, leaving them stunned in place.

Han Muye moved again, another thrust with his sword.

Chen Shaodong took a deep breath, his battle armor gleamed, and a sword light about a zhang in length shone from his sword as he slashed down.

This strike represented the limit of Chen Shaodong’s current power.

With the support of his battle armor and his full sword cultivation abilities, even a Divine-level Puppet Master controlling a divine-level battle puppet might not be able to fully withstand it.

In the end, the Sword Dao is an invincible existence at the same level.

“Clang—”

The long sword struck Han Muye’s sword. The latter’s not-so-high-quality sword bent instantly as if about to break.

Han Muye’s body shook, using the force of that strike to fly back immediately.

In mid-air, Chen Shaodong had already closed in on him.

But just as he was about to strike again, his body suddenly trembled.

Han Muye, who had been wielding the sword with his right hand, now gripped it with his left hand and made a horizontal cut.

“Szzzz—”

The sword edge slashed at Chen Shaodong’s waist.

If it weren’t for the armor, that slash could have cut his body into segments.

Before Chen Shaodong could react, Han Muye had already led the three-foot-long sword in a reverse motion, flipping in mid-air and thrusting downwards.

The sword edge pressed against Chen Shaodong, and every strike aimed unerringly at his chest, abdomen, and eyes.

Chen Shaodong could only defend with all his might, then got suppressed by the sword.

“Clang—”

The three-foot-long sword grazed his shoulder, striking sparks.

Han Muye tossed the three-foot-long sword back to its original sword cultivator, then walked back to the grand hall with his hands behind his back.

In the square, Chen Shaodong’s face underwent a myriad of changes.

This battle was a great learning experience, but such a crushing defeat also filled him with annoyance.

Everyone else from the Lingxiao Sword Sect was profoundly shaken.

Such an overwhelming contest revealed to them what a true Sword Dao power looked like.

“Young sect master, to receive guidance from him is a great fortune,” said Elder Gu Yue, standing to the side with envy in his tone, speaking softly.

Chen Shaodong nodded and said with a wry smile, “It’s just a bit hard to accept at the moment. I thought I was somewhat talented…”

Han Muye did not concern himself with what happened outside the grand hall. He only came out from the hall once every three days to give pointers to Chen Shaodong.

To be honest, Chen Shaodong’s talent wasn’t too bad; it’s just that Han Muye’s standards were now extremely high.

How many sword cultivators in the world could catch his eye?

Even after observing the inheritance of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, he only comprehended a trace of its essence.

Nowadays, there was too little in the Sword Dao that could offer him enlightenment.

Behind him, a boundless blood color slowly surged.

Inside the divine spot, the Divine Soul Sword Artifact vibrated.

The powers from the four supreme treasures wove together, giving his body an ethereal aura.

Blood-colored armor covered his body, with lightning flickering continuously, bestowing Han Muye’s eyes with a golden glow.

Unknowingly, his cultivation and combat strength had reached levels that even he himself found difficult to fathom.

No wonder those powerful beings with no enmity still sparred with each other.

Because without clashing with peers, they no longer knew the extent of their own strength.

“Power of qi and blood, Sword Dao, lightning, as well as soul and Immortal Dao cultivation,” Han Muye murmured quietly as the fluctuating powers on his body began to slowly merge.

“Combining all paths, one forges the Heaven Ascension Dao.”

“I already have my own Dao path; I just wonder what the views are like at the end of the road.”

Muttering to himself, his figure was covered by the lightning.

A chaotic silhouette appeared, standing beside Han Muye, its face revealing envy.

In this world, how many can find their own Dao path, truly stepping into transcendence?

Three years later, the entire Lingxiao Domain was left with only two alliances.

The Lingxiao Sword Sect Alliance, and the Ninety-Nine Domains Alliance led by Daqinei.

The two alliances met below Lingxiao Peak.

When Chen Shaodong and Daqinei placed their Gold Medals on the altar in front of them, the entire Lingxiao Domain trembled.

At that moment, the previously clear sky revealed countless projections of Continent Domains.

Once a domain is unified, it can sense the existence of other Continental Domains of the same level.

Of course, the other Continental Domains can also sense the existence of this one.

“Haha, to achieve unification in just three years is truly remarkable,” a voice came from a distant Continental Domain.

Puppet Fighters and Armor Masters appeared one after another.

Within that Continental Domain, several Galaxy Universe Puppet Masters and Armor Masters gathered the powerful beings of their domain, piercing through the void, rushing into the sky above Lingxiao Domain.

Thousands of level seven, level eight, and level nine battle puppets and armors lined up.

In front of Lingxiao Peak, a hush fell over the crowd.

Who could have imagined that activating the altar and sensing the surrounding Continental Domains would attract the powerful beings of the Galaxy Universe?

Who could have thought, the nearest Continental Domain to Lingxiao Domain had already been unified by the elites of the Galaxy Universe?

In mid-air, the leading Puppet Masters of the Galaxy Universe looked towards Chen Shaodong and Daqinei with piercing Killing intent in their gaze as they spotted the war puppets and armors.

“Where did these war puppets and armors come from?” questioned a young man commanding a Sage-level Battle Puppet, his body swirling with condensed Killing intent.

“They’re from me. Do you have a problem with that?” a voice rang out from Lingxiao Peak.

A figure slowly walked forward.

In a green robe and a flowing gown, his expression indifferent and his stride leisurely.

Han Muye.