Immortality and Cultivation: This old man seeks enlightenment through mere survival.

However, faced with the condemnation of the crowd and the lurking danger, Jiu You showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

"Hahaha! A bunch of rabble, trying to steal my things? And even trying to kill me?"

His laughter shook the cave ceiling, causing rocks to fall in a flurry. He surveyed the crowd with a disdainful gaze, a cruel and excited look that seemed to regard prey as prey.

"Perfect!"

"The sword spirit grass in your hands, and all the other treasures on your bodies—I want them all!"

Extremely domineering!

They're actually declaring war on everyone!

Jiuyou sneered inwardly, "So what if there are many people?"

At worst, he could reveal his true identity as a "scholar in blue robes" and unleash the supernatural power of "Heaven and Earth Transformation".

With its size increasing dramatically, the attacks from these small fry were nothing more than a tickle!

Only Hei Hong, Xiao Wujian, and Zhang Lingwei, who are in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, are a bit troublesome, but he has many trump cards and is not invincible!

This is a perfect opportunity to get rid of these troublesome fellows and steal their good fortune!

On the verge of war—

A sudden change occurred!

"Huh? What's going on?!"

The old man with the demonic flames, who was at the forefront, suddenly let out a cry of surprise and uncertainty.

Everyone instinctively looked over and saw the "Sword Spirit Grass" he had just plucked trembling violently in his hand.

The veil of brilliance on the surface peels away like shattered glass, and the form changes abruptly!

What kind of magical herb is this?!

That was clearly an enormous, entirely black weapon with an ancient and eerie design—

Claymore!

The sword's blade appeared to be formed from thousands of broken swords of different types and sizes, forcibly attracted, aggregated, and fused together by a powerful magnetic force!

Even more horrifying was the surrounding Sword Tomb ground.

Whoosh! !

Clang-! !

The sound of swords echoed like a tidal wave!

All the scattered broken swords and shattered blades seemed to be summoned by an invisible force, trembling and humming before detaching themselves from the ground.

Like rivers flowing into the sea, they were absorbed into this strange broadsword, causing its size and weight to increase wildly, emitting a chaotic aura that was as heavy as a mountain and as sharp as an unparalleled blade!

"What...what is this?!"

The old man with the demonic flames felt that the object in his hand was heavier than ten thousand pounds and was emitting a destructive aura that made his heart tremble.

He could no longer bear it and let go, the broadsword crashing to the ground.

Boom!

The earth of the Sword Tomb suddenly cracked open!

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine suddenly erupted from beneath the Sword Tomb!

It was as if some terrifying being, sealed away for countless ages, had finally seized this opening.

Break free from the seal!

A terrifying giant claw, entirely formed from black mist, as large as a palace, and covered with hideous and eerie patterns, suddenly emerged from the ground, carrying the aura of death!

"Oh no! Could it be the Mist Demon King?!"

Jiuyou reacted the fastest, instantly understanding:

Those seven sword spirit herbs are probably a trap, no, to be precise... six are real and one is fake!

Besides its sharp claws, the Mist Demon is also skilled in illusion magic.

The black broadsword is clearly some kind of suppressive core of the ancient ruins.

However, after countless years, it had long since become loose—it had been disguised by the Mist Demon King below with illusion magic as the strongest Sword Spirit Grass, tempting people to pluck it so that it could escape!

'So that's why I didn't see the Mist Demon King in the lair earlier; it turns out he was waiting here...'

Jiuyou grabbed Jiang Feng beside him, ignoring everyone else. His internal energy and blood surged, and he retreated rapidly like an arrow from a bow towards the tunnel he had come from!

Others were not so lucky.

The first to be hit was the old man with the demonic flames in the center, whose face was still full of shock and confusion.

The terrifying giant claws gripped it tightly in their palms!

The old man with the demonic flames was terrified. His protective aura instantly erupted, and black flames scorched the giant claws, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!

"No! No! No—!"

puff!

A sickeningly loud popping sound rang out!

Faced with that absolute power, the Demon Flame Elder was instantly crushed into a cloud of blood mist and ashes, his soul and spirit annihilated!

A terrifying black mist swept through the cave like a tsunami, casting a shadow of death over everyone's hearts.

The Mist Demon King has descended!

A pair of giant claws gripped the edge of the crack, and the enormous body, with an aura of crushing everything, burst out of the crack in the ground!

Its appearance is awe-inspiring.

Its body was jet black, and it stood a hundred feet tall, with nine claws growing symmetrically from each of its ribs.

Below the waist, there was no solid body; it was all churning and rolling black mist, like a black tornado.

Its head was completely shrouded in black mist, with only a pair of enormous scarlet eyes piercing through the fog, filled with endless savagery and resentment.

"Roar--!!"

With a greedy inhale, the blood mist that the Demon Flame Elder had exploded into seemed to be drawn in and was completely absorbed by it, and its scarlet eyes seemed to brighten slightly as a result.

The long period of sealing left it extremely weak.

It urgently needs the flesh and souls of living beings to replenish itself.

"Roar—!!"

It let out another commanding roar!

All the remaining mist demons in the lair, regardless of their rank, became even more ferocious, frantically attacking every cultivator present!

Simultaneously.

Its violent aura spread outwards like a tsunami, blasting away countless broken sword fragments scattered on the ground.

The eerie black broadsword was also sent flying backward by this terrifying force, slicing through the air, its target—

It was actually Jiuyou, who was retreating rapidly!

"Hmm?! There's something strange about this sword!"

Jiuyou's expression changed slightly. The trajectory of the broadsword was tricky, as if it carried some kind of will.

He instinctively grabbed the hilt and the blade with both hands—

boom! ! !

It was not the immense impact one might imagine.

Instead, it was an endless torrent of thoughts, like a river bursting its banks, that surged into his mind and crashed into his soul!

Countless fragments of will and images of memory.

Crazy flashbacks—

On the sect's plaza, a young disciple with a face covered in blood roared.

"Kill! Kill it! Even if we perish and our souls are forged into the blade!"

In the blink of an eye, before the burning palace.

A middle-aged elder, standing with a sword in hand, his body broken but his spine straight, whispered calmly and sorrowfully:

"To guard the sect, this is the burial ground for our ancestors, and also the monument to the passing down of our legacy... I hope the art of forging the Demon Sword will be of use..."

Another scene.

In the dimly lit basement of the sword-forging hall, broken swords and shattered blades were embedded in the ground. A woman's back was turned, her voice choked with sorrow yet unwavering in her sobs.

"My junior brother is still waiting for me to return... It seems... I'll have to break my promise... I'll forge this body and soul into this sword... At least, we can still fight together..."

The woman, gradually becoming transparent and turning into specks of light as she merged into the sword furnace, looked back one last time in the direction of her sect.

.........

Finally, a voice, aged and weary yet imbued with supreme determination, came from the sect leader or the strongest individual:

"Disciples and elders of Hidden Mist Island, heed my command: fuse the form of ten thousand swords and command the intent of ten thousand souls."

The demonic sword is complete—slay!

The old man threw himself into the enormous sword furnace.

A thunderous roar of ten thousand swords!

All souls burn together!

Ultimately, it transformed into a towering pillar of light, condensing into the prototype of a broadsword!

Countless fragmented images, obsessions, sword techniques, and the tragic scene of the entire sect pouring out its strength to forge a demonic sword from ten thousand swords and souls to fight against the demons.

Consciousness surged into the Netherworld like a tidal wave.

Sword Name: [Ten Thousand Commanders]!

It is not about wielding ten thousand swords, but about carrying ten thousand indomitable souls and wills!

It is the final swan song of an ancient sect, the ultimate answer forged by the self-sacrifice of countless individuals!

(There will be another chapter tonight.)