World's No. 1 Swordsman-Chapter 652: Disguise and Become Others’ Tribulation!

The Five Qi surged, and the Three Flowers bloomed at once!

Wang Sheng felt as though he had been floating in midair for the past hundreds of years. He cultivated and broke through again and again, always struggling upward. Today, he finally soared high enough to stand within a realm of his own.

The Great Dao intertwined before him, and the endless space stretched behind him.

Several sword phantasms accompanied him. Right now, he felt as if he could draw his sword and split space itself!

His Primordial Spirit and immortal body transformed. Countless bursts of immortal light blossomed and flowed back into him.

His Pure Yang Immortal Power became denser, more solid, purer, and heavier.

Carrying his Heavenly Ziwei Sword Intent, his Heavenly Flower floated among the stars in his Heavenly Abode, causing endless starlight to descend into it. His Heavenly Abode rose and expanded nonstop, similar to the evolution of the Immortal Saint Realm after the creation of heaven and earth.

In the middle court, his Dual-Polarity Sword Intent rotated slowly. A lotus bloomed between two Tai Chi diagrams, connecting his Heavenly Abode and the qi sea below. It served as both a bridge and a pillar.

The lotus in Wang Sheng's lower dantian—the foundation of his cultivation—seemed to have been formed out of flames. It shone brilliantly while supporting the Pure Yang Sword Intent within the vortex of his qi sea, stabilizing the vast immortal power he now possessed.

His upper, middle, and lower dantian had completely lost their original outlines and gradually merged with the immortal body. Moreover, his qi sea now resembled a spiral galaxy. The Dao of the Stars and the Great Dao of Pure Yang merged perfectly in it, producing countless mysteries.

Wang Sheng sank into this meditative state and comprehended the endless nature of Pure Yang, sensing how rich and domineering his Pure Yang Immortal Power had become. A sudden surge of power filled him—one he could clearly feel.

The Three Flowers shone brightly, and the sword intents within them trembled. A massive sword phantasm then appeared behind Wang Sheng.

This was his unique Dao, the Dao of the Sword that belonged only to him!

The hilt was pure white with flowing white flames. At the end of it was a lotus-shaped pommel. Where the hilt and the blade met, two small Tai Chi diagrams rotated slowly. The blade itself appeared translucent, showing countless stars seemingly moving within it.

One edge glowed blood red, while the other was a faint cyan. They represented the Myriad-Slaying Sword Intent and the Dragon-Slaying Sword Intent.

At that moment, lightning struck down. Countless smaller bolts appeared around the sword as the power of heavenly tribulation descended upon it.

Wang Sheng raised his right hand in a sword finger gesture, pointing it straight at the sky. He opened his left hand wide and pressed downward. Right after, the sword phantasm behind him expanded beyond the divine tree. The sword grew tens of thousands of meters tall.

The sword trembled once. Treasures within the inner array flashed as dense primal qi poured into the blade.

When it trembled again, the lightning transformed into azure dragons and coiled around the blade. A brilliant sea of stars appeared within the canopy of the divine tree, and visible streams of astral power flowed into the blade.

Then the third tremor came. Two Golden Crows and a divine phoenix flew from the hilt. Wrapped in blazing white fire, they circled the hilt relentlessly.

Fortunately, two layers of arrays isolated the disturbances. Those entering this place had not yet reached the middle array and could not witness the spectacle. Moreover, although the sword stretched thirty thousand meters, it seemed unremarkable compared to the trunk of the divine tree.

Still, the scene did not go entirely unseen.

Within the third layer, strands of spiritual perception around the circular region near the trunk curiously observed the giant sword.

They belonged to spiritual roots and spiritual herbs bound by restrictions across the area. Not only were they extremely ancient, but being close to the divine tree had allowed most of them to develop spiritual intelligence and accumulate tremendous medicinal power.

Some had even turned that power into cultivation. A few precious medicinal herbs had become formidable medicine spirits that were best left unprovoked.

The giant sword remained visible for nine days before rapidly shrinking from tens of thousands of meters to thousands, then hundreds. Finally, it condensed into a three-chi sword that radiated a profound Dao Rhythm and unmatched sharpness.

With his eyes closed, Wang Sheng appeared behind the sword phantasm. The sword gradually faded, or rather merged into him. With a sweep of his sleeve, he made starlight, white flames, lightning, and blood light vanish instantly. Nevertheless, many Dao Rhythms lingered around him.

Senior Sister...

He opened his eyes. Divine light flashed within them and transformed into two sword phantasms that shot toward a distant restriction, striking an array barrier that bulged like a mushroom.

He raised his hand instinctively, only to find empty air before him. He did not know why he was outside the divine tree, but his senior sister was no longer anywhere around him.

From behind, Yaoyun said, "She returned to cultivate."

Spiritless flew to Wang Sheng. He grasped it.

He looked toward the palace within the divine tree. He smiled faintly as he sighed. "I can't believe she had to go out and help me just to steady my mind and complete a breakthrough. My Heavenly Immortal Realm advancement feels far too fortunate."

"No, not fortunate," Yaoyun telepathically remarked. "You coughed up seven or eight mouthfuls of blood. You had far more trouble than your previous major breakthroughs."

Wang Sheng knew she was teasing. Thinking back on the process, he felt a measure of helplessness. Somehow, he had strayed from the path and developed an attachment that nearly harmed him.

He closed his eyes and focused, sensing how powerful he was now. Spiritless offered a thread of spiritual power, and Wang Sheng unleashed the unity of man and sword.

He now had the initiative.

The Dragon Sword behind him trembled softly as his little azure dragon drifted around his side.

I can feel it...

Within the world before him, thin lines seemed to run through heaven and earth like delicate meridians. His immortal perception spread outward and almost instantly covered every corner of the array's interior. Within its range, the sway of every small flower and the shape of every grain of soil were reflected clearly in his mind. He absorbed such an overwhelming amount of information in what felt like a mere glance.

At this moment, the primordial power from Nuwa's descendant finally revealed its full effect.

He lifted his sword. Instead of using any of his sword intents, he simply followed the meridian lines of heaven and earth he had captured, positioning the sword in a slanted upward flick. He felt no resistance at all. On the contrary, the world itself seemed to be helping him. Inside him, the Three Flowers swayed gently. Essence, qi, and spirit merged into one in a single instant.

With his six sword intents still hidden, a faint thread of sword energy rippled from Spiritless. It drew upon less than half a fraction of his strength, yet when he opened his eyes, he saw a sword energy thousands of meters long slash fiercely against the glowing array barrier in the distance. The barrier shook continuously under the impact.

Inside the restriction, several medicinal herbs that had taken human form shrank into the soil, trembling as they stared at Wang Sheng in shock.

Uh... That was powerful.

Wang Sheng had expected a noticeable rise in power after breaking through to the Heavenly Immortal Realm, but not a leap of this magnitude.

His Three Flowers and Five Qi accompanied his immortal body. Six sword intents gathered and formed his Dao. He would follow this path without hesitation, raising his Great Dao of the Sword upon the Great Dao itself. He would also bring his sword to the very peak of the Great Dao of the Sword—just like his forefather, who could appear unreliable yet truly stood at the summit of the Dao of Pure Yang.

The sudden surge in strength left Wang Sheng slightly unaccustomed to his own power.

At that moment, he remembered Qing Yanzi's teachings and gained a new layer of understanding about life. He tapped lightly with his foot, causing white flames to form a lotus under him and carry him to the activated array.

He stopped and focused on the spiritual herbs inside. He did not understand pill refining, but gathering a few spiritual herbs to nourish his senior sister sounded worthwhile.

Mm, I can also prepare for pregnancy and recovery after marriage.

Yaoyun then suggested, "Why not find someone to test your sword? A proper fight will help you adapt to your realm quickly."

Puzzled, Wang Sheng asked, "Who should I look for?"

Two lights flashed from his Qiankun Ring. The jade pendant that Zhuge Lin had given and the bronze mirror that was connected to the Apricot-Yellow Banner appeared before him.

Within the bronze mirror, three figures flew at high speed. A male cultivator wielded a sword and scattered streams of sword energy. Ahead of him, a man and a woman were badly wounded and in miserable condition.

The sword cultivator's sword technique was extremely refined. Moreover, he was likely already at the late stage of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, and the immortal sword in his hand was clearly extraordinary. Wang Sheng could sense a trace of chilling sharpness even through the mirror.

Yaoyun replied through Spiritless, "That's a disciple of the North-River Sword Sect. He secretly entered two days ago. From what I've observed, he should be one of their core disciples. He has a high cultivation realm, and he is extremely skilled with the sword. To top it all off, he has several valuable treasures with him.

"He moves alone, yet he has already slain thirteen people. Those two will soon die at his hands. Though he's advancing along the edge of the northern region, he's one of the closest to the middle array."

Wang Sheng frowned. "Only two days. How did he get to the front so quickly?"

"I saw a jade pendant in his hand. Experts from the North-River Sword Sect likely mapped the outer array beforehand, allowing him to avoid many dangerous areas."

Wang Sheng nodded slowly. This was indeed a suitable target to be intercepted.

He glanced at the group inside the array barrier, that "small family" huddled together. Wang Sheng spun his sword once and let Spiritless float before him.

After a moment's thought, he drew over a piece of dead wood. He took out Flying Haze and carved a mask with clean, efficient strokes, and then put on several small items that concealed his aura. Having some disguise was better than none.

Wang Sheng had not expected that he would one day become another person's tribulation. Still, he stepped forward and took to the skies. He shook his arms lightly as he unleashed his Soaring Red Feathers. A three-legged Golden Crow wrapped in white flames burst through the air, its form so vivid that it looked like an actual divine bird from the Ancient Era.

It was far faster than the maximum speed of early-stage Heavenly Immortals. Only scattered afterimages remained along its path, and the line of fire broke apart rather than forming a continuous streak.

The drifting black clouds treated him as if he did not exist. In an instant, the Golden Crow reached the inner array barrier, which in turn automatically opened a gap and allowed it to pass through thanks to the pendant that Zhuge Lin had given him.

Zhuge Lin had asked Wensheng to deliver the jade pendant rather than handing it directly to Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan that day. He had even drawn a map of the inner array for Wang Sheng, which showed he had hesitated before making the decision.

Wang Sheng flew north. Midway, he moved into the canopy to conceal himself and brushed past several black clouds unscathed.

After quietly leaving the middle array, he prepared to descend from the canopy. However, a surge of blood light flooded in from all directions.

Within him, the Myriad-Slaying Sword Intent trembled faintly. For reasons he could not explain, he felt a subtle urge to stain his hands with blood.

This sword intent is seriously unsettling.

Wang Sheng examined his inner self and looked at the small wooden sword, which seemed to be relaxing lazily. It trembled once more, immediately suppressing the Myriad-Slaying Sword Intent.

Finally, the impulse in Wang Sheng's heart faded away.