Chapter 67: A Single Sword Sweeps Across Heaven’s Gate

Let alone sustaining injuries to their cultivation!

In truth, at the very beginning, Yu Qiushui was just like everyone else present, coughing up blood. However, as soon as An Yue’er brought them into the Fire Moon Shrine, the rampaging immortal energy within their bodies was instantly suppressed in the blink of an eye. That was why they became the only ones present who remained unharmed.

Moreover, with the appearance of several immortals afterward, An Yue’er had been in a constant state of shock. Now, hearing the white-haired woman speak, and seeing all eyes fixed upon her, An Yue’er finally came to her senses.

“Elder Zhu had already prepared something,” An Yue’er stepped forward and spoke. With a flick of her hand, a scroll appeared in her palm. She then unrolled the scroll before everyone’s eyes.

Her face was a picture of composure, betraying not a hint of panic. In fact, her entire demeanor exuded more conviction than any of the quasi-immortal sovereigns present.

As the paper slowly unfurled, it floated from An Yue’er’s hand, suspending itself in midair. All eyes turned upward to gaze at the open scroll in the heavens.

In the blink of an eye, they felt as if transported to another world, living amidst the changing tides of time, enveloped by an ancient and majestic aura.

It was the sword—sword intent!

It spanned the world, carrying an indomitable force, as if the entire world must tremble before it.

The first character finally appeared before everyone’s eyes.

Thunder rumbled violently.

The clouds and mist that filled the sky collapsed in an instant with the first crack of thunder, vanishing without a trace.

The true immortal above the clouds opened his eyes wide in terror! Even the cloud he sat upon scattered in a blink, and boundless sword intent instantly pressed down upon his head.

Unable to maintain his composure, the true immortal plummeted from the sky.

The scroll remained unmoved, unfurled across the heavens.

In just a few breaths, there was nothing left in this world—not even the clouds remained.

Even a true immortal was forced to evade.

The second character emerged.

Once more, thunder exploded, louder and fiercer than before.

Sword energy surged forth, overwhelming all present with the urge to prostrate themselves.

None dared to raise their heads to the sky; even without looking, they knew that all had been swept away by the sword’s might, leaving nothing behind.

At this moment, all of South Yi was in uproar.

Countless sects and powers were shaken to their core.

At the same time, the army of the Void Sanctuary, marching towards South Yi, suddenly halted. Every soldier felt the suffocating sword intent, each one shaking with awe and fear.

Upon the Immortal Ascension Platform.

When the third character appeared—

Thunder boomed continuously.

It was as if a sword of the Milky Way stretched across the sky, surging with unstoppable might, and none dared to move.

From the ground came the sound of knees striking the earth.

Those who could still stand faltered, one by one dropping to their knees.

Be they quasi-immortal or sovereign, everyone assumed the same posture—prostrate and kneeling. In this moment, they were as insignificant as ants, utterly enveloped by the overwhelming sword intent.

“This! Impossible!” the black-robed true immortal roared.

He stood amidst the boundless Field of Sovereigns, yet now he was crushed beneath a weight of thousands upon thousands of catties.

“No one can make me kneel... I am... I am a true immortal!” he gritted his teeth, enduring the immense pressure, staring directly into the sky.

But the sword intent surged forth, crashing down without warning.

The true immortal’s body was forced to the ground by that sword intent.

A crisp crack resounded; the black-robed true immortal was forced to his knees by the sheer weight of the pressure.

Blood burst from his shattered kneecaps, staining the earth beneath him crimson.

“No! This can’t be!” He tried to resist, but reality was laid bare before him.

What manner of being could accomplish such a feat?

He was a true immortal, and yet he was forced to his knees! He didn’t even have a chance to resist.

Yet the scroll did not cease unfurling in the sky with the fall of the true immortal.

The fourth character appeared, slowly.

The sword intent in the air had reached an unimaginable intensity; the people were so stunned by its presence that even breathing became difficult.

A cracking sound came from the ground of the Immortal Ascension Platform, and soon, the sound of fractures multiplied.

Before everyone’s eyes, the platform crumbled into a heap of dust, leaving not a trace behind.

The sword intent did not abate. The chasm between the Martial World and the Immortal Realm began to show signs of collapse.

The sword suddenly descended.

The world was shaken!

The boundary that exacted a price from cross-realm immortals crumbled in an instant beneath the onslaught of the sword’s might.

It vanished...

For the first time, the Immortal Realm was fully revealed before all.

Clouds swirled, immortal palaces loomed in the distance, long and winding roads stretched out, temples dotted the landscape...

Yet, beneath the sword intent, all of this trembled.

“What is this? No!” cried those true immortals beyond the boundary.

Before they could finish their sentences, the sword intent swept over them, forcing them to their knees, trembling like the others!

At last, the scroll was fully unfurled...

By now, the sword intent saturating the world could no longer be resisted. Throughout the Southern Ridge Mountains, and even within the Immortal Realm, sword intent spiraled and surged, leaving a trail of black wherever it passed.

Nothing survived!

Was this a sword, or was it flame?

Above the heavens, only a single line of words stood in the air:

“One sword sweeps across the Heavenly Gate!”

Each character was as sharp as a blade, piercing the sky.

Each word formed a whole, making the world tremble, striking terror into all directions. The Immortal Realm, the chasm between realms—everything was destined to shatter beneath the sword’s might.

All darkness and evil vanished!

At this moment, the Evil God seemed to be seized by countless invisible hands.

“Ah!!” he screamed in agony.

Yet no one dared to move, nor did anyone dare look up.

The pressure of the Great Dao, mingled with boundless sword intent, crashed down, and the Evil God was utterly... annihilated...

Both soul and body vanished into thin air.

Even the Evil God was thus destroyed; how could the elders who followed him fare any better? They did not even have time to scream before they were erased from the earth.

A boundless graveyard, a kneeling true immortal, eyes full of despair.

He opened his mouth to speak, but how could such sword intent, such power of the Great Dao, possibly grant him the chance? With the slightest exertion, the being revered as a true immortal was reduced to mist.

Blood mist drifted, and the entire graveyard was soaked with his blood.