Chapter 9

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

What!

Wu Daotian and Leng Biyue were shocked.

“Your Majesty, I don’t dare!” Wu Daotian immediately replied.

Yang Yan was the master, and he was Yang Yan’s servant.

A servant naturally did not dare to attack their master.

He even felt that the thought of attacking Yang Yan was blasphemy!

“If I tell you to stab me, just do it,” Yang Yan coldly ordered.

Wu Daotian took a deep breath.

“Yes, your Majesty!”

He picked up a sword and held it tightly.

He felt uneasy and didn’t dare to make a move.

“Hmm?” Yang Yan’s eyes narrowed.

This startled Wu Daotian. His heart sank, and he ruthlessly thrust the sword toward Yang Yan.

Although the sword was fast, it did not contain any strength.

After all, Yang Yan was still his master. Wu Daotian did not dare to use force.

“It’s here!”

Yang Yan was calm and composed as he watched the sword approaching him.

He didn’t counterattack. He didn’t move.

“Your Majesty!” Wu Daotian’s expression changed when he saw this.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, the tip of the sword in his hand suddenly bent.

Then, it shook violently and broke free from his hand in an instant.

With a snap, it was broken in half and fell to the ground.

“This…” Wu Daotian was so shocked that he couldn’t speak.

The sword in his hand had actually snapped itself in half.

It had been broken into two pieces and could no longer be used.

“What happened?” Leng Biyue was equally shocked.

While she was shocked, she was also very puzzled.

A sword!

Why did it break itself in half?

“I am impressed by your Majesty’s unrivaled abilities,” Wu Daotian flattered with a bow.

Although he did not know the reason, he knew that this was Yang Yan’s doing.

It was the doing of the great emperor!

Since it was the great emperor’s doing, it all made sense to him.

“A mortal’s sword can not harm a Supreme!”

Yang Yan didn’t say anything. He just closed his eyes.

The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, revealing a smile.

He finally understood!

A Supreme’s Innate Sacred Sword Body!

After his root bone was improved, his physique changed again.

His Innate Sacred Sword Body was no longer just an Innate Sacred Sword Body!

This was because his Innate Sword Bone was no longer ordinary.

Instead, it was the Supreme Innate Sword Bone, the Emperor of Sword Bone!

In the future, the sword path that he would cultivate would be the Supreme Sword Path.

He would be the King of every sword!

His existence would be that of the Supreme of Sword!

“In the future, mortal swords can never attack me again!”

When a mortal sword was in front of a Supreme Sword Bone, it was like a mortal meeting an Emperor, a superior existence.

Attacking Yang Yan was like attacking an Emperor.

Facing an Emperor, who was both majestic and domineering, how could ordinary mortals have the courage?

Therefore, the mortal sword was like a mortal. It didn’t have the courage to face him!

It could only commit suicide!

“I want to start cultivating from the most basic of the way of the sword, the Unity of Man and Sword, and form my own Sword Path,” Yang Yan thought.

The Emperor of Sword Path didn’t suit Yang Yan.

What he wanted to walk was the Supreme Sword Path!

This way of the sword had surpassed the Sword Path cultivated by the Emperor of Sword Path!

In the future, no matter what realm he was in, his Sword Path would always be the strongest existence on that level of the Sword Path Realm.

He would be the Supreme Emperor of the Sword Path!

Such existence would suppress all types of sword paths!

“Sooner or later, no one will be able to draw their sword in front of me, huh?”

“I can move my body?” Yang Yan thought.

He moved his fingers slightly and found that his fingers could move as he wished.

He exerted strength on his legs and took the first step.

He could finally walk!

Although his movement was still a little stiff.

After all, the emperor’s corpse was as hard as an emperor-level weapon!

“Because of the improvement in my root bone, my root bone and physique have changed again.”

“The emperor’s corpse is no longer a simple emperor’s corpse.”

At the same time, the emperor’s corpse was not just an emperor path weapon now. It was no longer eternally cold.

After all, not only did it contain his sacred body of the ancients, but it also contained his Supreme Sword Bone.

Yang Yan’s physique took up two-thirds of it.

He was able to walk now because his compatibility with the emperor’s corpse had increased!

“There are still some difficulties in controlling the emperor’s corpse and using my profound techniques…”

“The emperor’s corpse is too strong and sturdy.”

Yang Yan carried the Fairy Divine Sword on his back, suppressing the pressure from the Emperor’s might and path energy left by the Emperor of Sword Path.

As long as he didn’t release the two energy, he could easily control the emperor’s corpse.

However, he could not bend his arms or legs.

The way he walked was unique and special.

“The Emperor of Sword Path has completely recovered.” Leng Biyue watched as Yang Yan walked forward step by step.

Although the way he walked was different from ordinary people, it was enough to make her heart throb.

She had personally seen him recover bit by bit.

He was the Emperor of Sword Path who had died 100000 years ago!

Even people from 100000 years ago could come back to life.

If others knew about this, their jaws would drop.

Yang Yan kept the coffin in his sea of consciousness and pointed at the Wu Daotian.

“Go and find a palanquin. I want to ride on it!”

It turned out that the reason he couldn’t even move was that his Emperor’s might and path energy might unleash at any time despite the suppression.

That was why he had been standing in the coffin and letting Leng Biyue carry him. Now he could walk.

The Emperor’s might and path energy were also suppressed by the divine sword, so not a bit of it would leak out.

The feeling of freedom!

It made him want to take a good look at this strange world.

“Yes, your Majesty.”

A palanquin was carried over by Wu Daotian and placed in front of Yang Yan.

“Your Majesty, please!”

Yang Yan’s eyes moved.

“Leng Biyue, carry me up.”

“Yes, your Majesty.”

“Call me master in the future!”

“Yes, master!”

Leng Biyue bowed, then went forward to lift Yang Yan up and lay him down in the palanquin.

Wu Daotian held the palanquin with one hand and walked down the Blackwater Sect.

Yang Yan lay in the palanquin and slowly closed his eyes.

Comfortable!

“Go and find some fruit for me to eat!” He ordered Leng Biyue again.

“Yes, master,”

Leng Biyue disappeared from the palanquin, and the system’s voice rang out in Yang Yan’s mind.

[Host, do you wish to cultivate the Sky Engulfing Technique of Kun Peng?]

“Cultivate!”

In his sea of bitterness, the golden profound energy was surging.

It moved up and down, swallowing clouds and spitting mist.

Every breath he took was accompanied by the activity of all the cells in Yang Yan’s body.

All the cells in his body were like living people!

After swallowing the endless power in their body, the cells entered the sea of bitterness and were engulfed by the giant Kun Peng.

When the giant Kun Peng spat them out again, the power became pure and turned into drops of golden profound energy.

Countless golden profound energy fell into the bitter sea like rain, adding to Yang Yan’s boundless strength.

“The condensation of the Divine Bridge is even deeper!”

Above the bitter sea, a bridge had become semi-solid.

That was Yang Yan’s Divine Bridge!

It would connect the two ends of the Bitter Sea!

“I’m afraid my Divine Bridge would have to become even longer to reach even further!”

Yang Yan looked into his body, and he could see that his sea of bitterness was still growing.

If other cultivators saw this, they would be scared silly.

Even a sacred body of the ancients who specialized in the sea of bitterness could not cultivate such a huge sea of bitterness!

An hour later, Leng Biyue flew over, carrying many rare and precious fruits.

Yang Yan was probably the only person in the world who could make the Holy Maiden do such a thing.

“Master!”

Leng Biyue put down the rare fruit and called out softly.

In front of Yang Yan, she became much gentler than before.

The moment he opened his eyes, Leng Biyue immediately helped him up and took one of the Snow Spirit Pears.

Yang Yan opened his mouth and Leng Biyue fed him the Snow Spirit Pear. The transparent pear meat melted in his mouth, and it was very sweet.

“Master, when I was picking the rare and precious fruits just now, I heard that a tomb has appeared in the vicinity of Cloud City, which is three hundred miles away.” Leng Biyue reported.

A tomb!

“What’s the cultivation level of the cultivator in the tomb?”

“It seems to be the tomb of a cultivator who crossed the other shore and achieved the Dragon Formation Realm. There was a divine light that shot into the sky at that time. It should be the indication of a treasure!”

The realm above the shore, the Dragon Formation Realm!

Compared to the Fourth Realm, it was two realms stronger.

“Many cultivators are heading there, should we go?” Leng Biyue asked.

“Go.”

“Yes, master,”

Leng Biyue ordered Wu Daotian to head toward Cloud City.

Not long after, they encountered an elegant figure sitting cross-legged on a lotus flower flying past. Behind this figure, there was a black figure shuttling through the void in pursuit.

“Master, that seems to be the Jade Lake’s Holy Maiden, Xue Nichang!” Leng Biyue took a glance and recognized the figure sitting on the Lotus.

The Jade Lake’s Holy Maiden?