Gao Wu: You have science, and I have magic!

The morning mist on Mount Jiuyi has not yet dissipated, and dewdrops are hanging on the tips of bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest, about to fall.

Xu Yuebing brewed tea with her bare hands. Amid the steam, her eyes never left the figure in white standing by the window.

Three months have passed. Ever since Ye Qingzhou returned from Xiji Country, she has woken up from nightmares every night, fearing that when she opens her eyes, she will find that her husband's return is just an illusion caused by her longing for him.

"Qingzhou, the tea is ready."

She called softly, with a hint of caution in her voice, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

Ye Qingzhou turned around. The sword scar between his eyebrows left by the battle with the Blood God had faded, but the vicissitudes in his eyes were deeper. He walked to his wife's side and gently brushed the green shadow under her eyes with his fingertips.

"I'm sorry to have worried you these days."

Xu Yuebing's tears suddenly fell, hitting the tea tray, splashing tiny water droplets.

She was a favored daughter of heaven and the youngest sword master in the history of Linjiang Xu family, but at this moment she was crying like a child.

Ye Qingzhou held her in his arms and felt her thin body trembling slightly.

"I thought...I would never see you again..."

Xu Yuebing's voice was muffled in his chest: "In the battle with the Blood God, your life lamp was almost extinguished..."

Ye Qingzhou did not answer, but hugged her even tighter.

“I promise you…”

After a long while, Ye Qingzhou said softly: "I won't do that next time."

Xu Yuebing raised her head and saw the stars twinkling in his eyes, knowing that her husband had realized something again.

She knew this sword fanatic too well - after every life-and-death battle, his sword skills would improve by a level.

I'm afraid it will be the same this time.

“Are you going to break through?”

She asked softly, with joy in her eyes.

Ye Qingzhou looked out the window at the sea of ​​clouds, where the morning sun was rising: "It's time to take that step."

On the top of Mount Jiuyi, in seclusion in a stone chamber.

Ye Qingzhou sat cross-legged with the Wuji sword placed across his knees. The five great magical weapons, Longyuan, Xuanyuan, Yan Emperor, Tianxing and Feishuang, hung behind him like a peacock spreading its tail.

The walls of the stone chamber were covered with sword marks, each of which recorded his insights on the path of cultivation.

At this moment, these sword marks were flickering with his breathing, like stars.

"Ascending to the Twelve-Story Tower..."

Ye Qingzhou closed his eyes and looked inward. In each of the 360 ​​major acupoints in his body, there was a miniature "sun" suspended, forming a large array of stars in the sky.

This is the pinnacle of the Martial God realm - carrying the Dao with one's body and incorporating the laws of heaven and earth into one's own body.

But the imperial realm is different.

Through successive battles with the Blood God and the Financial Demon, especially in the prison that the Emperor of Destruction used to imprison the gods, Ye Qingzhou caught a glimpse of a higher level realm.

The emperor does not carry the great way, but creates his own great way.

It is not about carrying the Tao with one's own body, but about using one's own Tao to control all Taos.

“I am the only one who is supreme in heaven and on earth.”

Ye Qingzhou suddenly opened his eyes, and the stars in his eyes turned upside down.

He formed seals with his hands, and the three hundred and sixty "suns" in his body trembled at the same time and began to collapse inwards.

The extreme compression produced terrifying high temperature and density, and even space began to distort. If there were other martial gods here, they would be horrified - this was clearly a crazy act of self-destruction!

But Ye Qingzhou's face was calm. He had seen the birth of the universe and the annihilation of a black hole.

From Tai Chi to Wuji, it is a process from simple to complex and then from complex to simple.

"When scattered, it becomes gas. When gathered, it becomes a form... Chaos and emptiness, condense for me!"

With a light shout, three hundred and sixty "suns" collapsed to the limit at the same time and turned into miniature black holes.

This is not destruction, but rebirth - just like the singularity before the Big Bang, it contains infinite possibilities.

Ye Qingzhou's body began to fade, sometimes like smoke and fog, sometimes solid as steel.

The Wuji Sword Realm changed dramatically in his sea of ​​consciousness. The originally vast primitive universe began to shrink, galaxies collapsed, and stars flowed backwards, eventually returning to a state of "chaos like an egg".

At this moment, the sky above Mount Jiuyi was suddenly filled with wind and clouds.

It's not an ordinary weather change, but the spiritual energy of the entire blue planet is converging here.

The clouds formed a huge vortex with a diameter of a thousand miles, and the center of the vortex was facing the stone chamber where Ye Qingzhou was in seclusion.

Xu Yuebing stood in the bamboo forest, her black hair blown by the strong wind.

At this moment, she couldn't help but hold her sword tightly, feeling both happy and worried.

She was delighted that her husband was about to break through to the legendary emperor realm; but she was worried that such a breakthrough was unprecedented and no one knew what would happen.

"You must be safe..."

She prayed quietly.

Inside the stone chamber, Ye Qingzhou had entered a state of oblivion of both himself and the world.

His consciousness floated in the chaos he created. There was nothingness all around him, yet everything was contained within. This was the most dangerous and critical stage—either he would lose himself in the chaos, or...

"Here comes the sword."

In the void, Ye Qingzhou stretched out his hand and grabbed.

The Wuji Sword appeared out of thin air, and the sword body was no longer transparent, but instead took on the gray color of the beginning of chaos.

He slowly raised the sword. The movement seemed slow, but it contained the power to create the world.

"Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, three begets all things..."

Following the mantra, the Wuji Sword drew a mysterious trajectory.

This sword may seem simple, but it embodies all that Ye Qingzhou has learned throughout his life - it has the swordsman's determination to move forward without hesitation, the strength to break through all laws, and the tenderness to protect the one he loves...

Wherever the sword passes, chaos splits.

The clear rises to become the sky, and the turbid sinks to become the earth.

But this is just the beginning. The aftermath of the sword energy continues to evolve, time and space begin to flow, life and death alternate, and the five elements are mutually generated and restrained... A brand new micro universe is born under the sword!
This is not a metaphor, but real creation.

Ye Qingzhou's sword world is no longer just a simulated universe, but a prototype of a real universe.

Although still small in scale, it already possesses complete laws of the Dao - most importantly, these laws are not borrowed from heaven and earth, but evolved from his own swordsmanship!

“I am the only one who is supreme in heaven and on earth.”

Ye Qingzhou put away his sword and stood up, the new universe spinning in his palm.

The three hundred and sixty chaotic black holes now became the anchor points of this universe, ensuring that it would not collapse. This was the essence of the Emperor Realm—not following the way of heaven, but creating one’s own way of heaven!

At the moment he completed the breakthrough, an invisible wave swept across the entire Blue Star with Mount Jiuyi as its center.

All the swords, regardless of their rank or master, began to tremble. The next second, they broke free from their scabbards, turned into streams of light, and flew towards Mount Jiuyi.

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Meanwhile, other parts of the world were also experiencing a turmoil.

The green robe flutters and the peak stands alone.

In the mountains behind Jianxingdao, in front of an unknown sword tomb, a middle-aged man with a stern face suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were like cold stars, and his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the long river of time and reflect the past and present.

Zheng~
The unsheathed sword behind him vibrated violently. The sword body was like a mirror, reflecting the sword light that created the world on the top of Mount Jiuyi!

"The sword world has reopened..." Sikong Jingming whispered, his voice was like the collision of metal and stone, cold and sharp: "Since the death of the 'Divine Feather Sword Emperor', there is still someone who can step into this realm?"

He reached out and pressed the hilt of the sword, and the humming sound of the sword suddenly stopped, but the pilgrimage-like throbbing had not yet subsided.

"Jiuyi Mountain...Ye Qingzhou?"

His eyes focused, and his figure suddenly turned into a green sword rainbow, breaking through the air.

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Gorman Country, Stromgarde.

Boom~
At the Stromgarde training ground, a two-handed sword with a pitch-black body and a saw-like blade suddenly trembled, broke free from the sword stand on its own, and stabbed into the ground, with the tip of the sword pointing straight to the east!

"Um?"

A burly, white-haired old man with a resolute face suddenly turned around, his eyes gleaming with brilliance. His muscles were knotted all over his body, like cast iron. It was the Gorman Sword Saint - Liechtenwarna!

"Blood Rage is afraid?"

He growled and reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword, but he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if the entire world was surrendering to a certain existence!

"Sword resonance..." Liechtenwana's pupils shrank, "Someone has used swordsmanship to control the laws of the world and entered the imperial realm?"

He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the east, his eyes boiling with fighting spirit: "Jiuyi Mountain...Ye Qingzhou!"

Boom~
He took a step forward, the ground cracked, and he soared into the sky like a cannonball, following the guidance of the sword and heading straight for Mount Jiuyi!
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Dian Country, a secret place of utopia.

wow~
Ripples suddenly appeared on the quiet lake surface, and a long sword with an all-blue body and a blade as smooth as water slowly emerged from the water, with the tip of the sword pointing straight to the east, making a clear sword sound.

By the lake, a handsome blond knight wearing silver armor slowly opened his eyes, and a hint of shock flashed in his blue eyes.

"The 'Sword of the Lake' is actually... worshipping?"

He stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of the sword, but felt a vast sword intent spanning thousands of miles and penetrating his mind!

"Is this... the sword intent of the Emperor Realm?"

Pendragon murmured to himself, "How could anyone in the world be able to enter this realm?"

He slowly stood up, his silver armor glowing coldly in the moonlight, his eyes showing a mixture of fighting spirit and awe: "Jiuyi Mountain... Ye Qingzhou!"

"Uh-huh!"

His figure flashed and disappeared by the lake like a phantom, leaving only ripples.

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The Northern Alliance, a land covered in frost and snow.

Click~
Deep inside the Winter Palace, on a sword stand made of ice crystals, the snow-white, frost-edge sword of Ivan the Terrible trembled suddenly, and fine cracks appeared on the sword!

"Um?"

An old man with snow-white hair and a stern face suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were as cold as a knife. He stretched out his hand to hold the sword and shouted in a low voice: "'Frost Sky'!"

However, the sword was still shaking, as if in fear, or as if in worship!
"Sword resonance..." Karelin's eyes flashed with shock, "Someone has entered the emperor realm?"

He suddenly raised his head, looked towards the east, and murmured: "Jiuyi Mountain...Ye Qingzhou?"

"Uh-huh!"

His figure flashed and turned into a gust of cold wind. He instantly rushed out of the Winter Palace and headed straight to the east!
The Four Saints Pay Homage to the Emperor at the Top of Mount Jiuyi
On Mount Jiuyi, clouds and mist are lingering, and the sword intent is soaring into the sky.

Ye Qingzhou stood with his hands behind his back, his white clothes fluttering, his eyes as deep as the starry sky. Beside him, Xu Yuebing stood quietly holding a sword, his eyes full of pride.

suddenly……

Swish~swish~swish~swish~
Four figures descended to the top of the mountain almost at the same time!

The sword shines through the past and present, Sikong Jingming!

Goman Sword Master Liechtenwala!
Pendragon, the Knight of the Lake!

Karelin, the Swordmaster of the Wind!
The four contemporary sword masters stood in front of Ye Qingzhou like pilgrims, their eyes full of shock and awe.

"Ye Qingzhou..."

Sikong Jingming took a deep breath and asked first: "Have you entered the Emperor Realm?"

Ye Qingzhou smiled calmly and glanced at the four people: "You have come from afar, what advice do you have?"

Liechtenwana clenched the giant sword and said in a deep voice: "The sword path resonates, and all the swords pay tribute to the master. We have come to pay homage to the Sword Emperor!"

Pendragon knelt on one knee, with the sacred sword in the lake placed in front of him: "I wish to hear the avenue of the Sword Emperor!"

Karelin stared at Ye Qingzhou, his eyes showing a mixture of fighting spirit and awe: "Sword Emperor, please... teach me!"

Ye Qingzhou smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved,

Zheng~
A sword light shot up into the sky, evolving chaos and opening up a new world!
"In that case, I will show you... what the true way of the sword is!"

The four saints were shocked, and ten thousand swords bowed!
The power of the Sword Emperor is unparalleled in the world!
"If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening!"

The four great sword masters all had tears in their eyes. Since the fall of the Divine Feather Sword Emperor, no one has been able to reach the top and blaze a new trail in the sword.

Now, Jiandao is no longer alone, the new emperor has ascended the throne, and a brilliant future lies ahead!

Xu Yuebing stared at the sky in amazement.

Millions of swords were seen flying from all directions, like pilgrims.

They were suspended in the sky above Mount Jiuyi, forming a huge sword wheel, which was rotating slowly. Each sword lowered its tip and bowed towards the stone chamber where Ye Qingzhou was in seclusion.

This is the unprecedented phenomenon of "Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage to the Lord". Ancient books record that it will only appear when the ancient Sword Emperor is born.

Xu Yuebing’s sword was also among them, but she was not panicked. Instead, her eyes were filled with tears - her husband had truly achieved a breakthrough that was unparalleled in the world!

The door of the stone chamber slowly opened.

Ye Qingzhou stepped out, looking no different than usual, but those eyes - Xu Yuebing almost suffocated after just one look. Those eyes seemed to contain countless universes, and one would get lost in them after just one look.

Ye Qingzhou immediately restrained his breath, the strange vision in his eyes disappeared, and he turned back into the husband she was familiar with. He looked up at the sky full of swords and said softly, "Disperse."

Millions of swords trembled in unison, as if they were bowing, and then flew back to their original positions.

Only the swords of the Jiuyi Mountain sect are still suspended in the air, waiting for the blessing of the new Sword Emperor.

Ye Qingzhou put his fingers together like a sword and wrote a big word "Tao" in the void.

The font was made up of pure sword intent, transforming into golden light that merged into each sword. The blessed swords emitted a clear sound, and their quality was actually raised to a higher level.

Finally, the sword that flew back to Xu Yuebing's hand was transformed, and the sword body was flowing with star-like luster.

She gently stroked the sword, feeling a hint of imperial sword intent contained in it, which was enough for her to comprehend for the rest of her life.

"Congratulations, Sword Emperor."

Xu Yuebing bowed gracefully, her eyes full of pride.

Ye Qingzhou helped his wife up, shook his head and chuckled: "In front of you, I will always be the annoying guy who took your sword away."

The two smiled at each other. The mist in the bamboo forest had dissipated at some point, and the sunlight poured down, illuminating the entire Jiuyi Mountain.

In a village at the foot of the mountain, a child pointed to the sky and exclaimed: "Mom, look! There are fairies on the mountain!"

The woman looked up and saw the top of Mount Jiuyi shrouded in clouds and two figures standing side by side.

What’s even more amazing is that the bamboo leaves all over the mountain moved without wind, and the rustling sound they made was as clear and pleasant as the sound of swords.

On this day, the first Sword Emperor was born in the human race.

On this day, the history of Kendo was rewritten.

On this day, all the bamboo leaves of Mount Jiuyi turned into swords. (End of this chapter)