Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 5557 The Entanglement of Zhen Ling

This power, he possessed!

But trying to bring forth so much Life power at once, even if he squeezed himself dry, it wouldn’t come out.

Jian Wushuang awkwardly reminded, “Lord Shen Ling, the formation has been completed, you see…”

Fuego, the first to open his eyes, looked at Jian Wushuang. With this formation, the life force could be maximally transformed into his body, which was the perfect solution.

Shen Ling chuckled, “Speak without reservation!”

“Lord Shen Ling, relying on this formation to restore the injuries on both of you would take at least three epochs. If you want it faster, I need the replenishment of the power of All Things!” Jian Wushuang diplomatically stated the treasures he needed.

Three epochs still left some room, as maintaining the power to operate the grand formation required that time. If he endured a bit more, two epochs would be sufficient.

But he didn’t want to waste so much time. Waiting for two epochs, several Universe Masters might emerge in the Qishen Temple.

By then, if these two recovered and went out, there might be a major battle within the Qishen Temple. He couldn’t afford to be caught in the crossfire.

He couldn’t just focus on the present; he had to find a smooth path for himself.

If these two went out at their peak now, there might be no one in the outside world who could stop them.

He was uncertain about the true strength of Zhen Ling. Even if he could withstand them, it would likely be a standoff. Then, he could maneuver between the two parties.

He couldn’t allow either side to become too dominant; otherwise, he would be rendered useless.

A useless person generally didn’t have a good fate.

As if understanding his inner thoughts, Shen Ling made no promises but asked, “How soon is the fastest, give me an accurate time!”

“100,000 years!” Jian Wushuang gritted his teeth.

This time, it was about speed. If the unceasing power of All Things continuously supplied into his body, in a hundred thousand years, he could help Fuego restore to his peak strength.

As for the injuries of the divine being, he had already assessed them; it would take him just ten years to completely understand the opponent.

“Good!” The divine being’s expression brightened.

Jian Wushuang didn’t want to delay, and he certainly didn’t want to prolong it. Naturally, the faster, the better.

He had been observing the inheritors in the Qishen Temple. The strongest among them had already reached the strength of a Half-Step Universe Master. Jian Wushuang couldn’t afford to drag it out any longer.

Shen Ling Frolasa tossed a mustard seed towards Jian Wushuang and said, “These treasures were accumulated by me in the Four Great Secret Realms over countless epochs. It should be enough. Anything extra is yours!”

Countless epochs; treasures collected by various forces such as Shadow Sect and Kui Organization were numerous.

Jian Wushuang took the mustard seed and probed with a thread of Thought power. Despite his broad knowledge, he was still startled.

The treasures among them exceeded his imagination.

While not many were particularly precious, most were Origin Source treasures useful for the Emperor. However, when accumulated, their value was immense.

These treasures were enough to cultivate numerous Emperor-level experts, even sustaining the powerful individuals of the entire Northern Region.

The value within was evident.

Indeed, these treasures were sufficient.

And there were even more.

Of course, no one would think that their treasures were too many.

Shen Ling’s perspective differed from his.

What Shen Ling being yearned for was freedom. Once truly liberated, those treasures meant nothing, not even a single strand of hair.

“Let’s get started!” Fuego couldn’t wait any longer; he was eager to venture out.

Jian Wushuang didn’t waste words either. He nodded and, while devouring countless treasures, infused a massive surge of Life force into the grand formation.

100,000 years, a mere blink for beings of their caliber.

Yet, during these 100,000 years, Jian Wushuang couldn’t divert his attention to cultivation, which was somewhat regrettable. He hadn’t had the chance to comprehend the inheritance from Nie Yuan fully.

But nearing the ninth level of the Ultimate Sword Dao, and with a bit of contemplation after leaving, creating a peerless masterpiece, he could seamlessly step into the ninth level.

The Sword Dao and the Extreme Dao both achieved a perfect state!

The culmination of the Dao was imminent.

Jian Wushuang sighed deeply, thinking, “I hope everything goes smoothly!”

For Fuego and his companions, everything happened swiftly, but for Jian Wushuang, these 100,000 years were no easy journey.

Of course, Zhen Ling in the outside world were just as anxious.

Suddenly, 100 years after the disappearance of Fuego and the others, Jian Wushuang appeared.

Shen Ling personally descended to the mortal realm, heading to the Northern Territory.

By now, the mining site had returned to its original state.

The guards at the entrance of the Qiankun Cave were more vigilant than ever.

After the lessons learned from the last incident, the Elder Palace had to take it seriously.

Although the probability of another intrusion was low, they had to maintain appearances.

Otherwise, they would be mocked by the temple for their inaction.

When Zhen Ling descended, no one noticed, as if they couldn’t see him.

The guards stood still, unaware that a powerful being had just walked in.

“Space!” Zhen Ling gritted his teeth, brows furrowed.

His spatial origin had long reached a perfect level, encompassing the universe’s space.

The teleportation array from before was constructed within the gaps of space, and he immediately noticed something peculiar.

Since others could build it, perhaps he could follow some traces and construct a teleportation array as well.

Entering was easy, but getting out was another matter.

Even if he entered now, defeated Fuego and the others, he might not be able to leave. What would he do then?

Although he couldn’t leave the Qishen Temple, being trapped in the First Prison with his main body was even more troublesome. Relying solely on his avatars, he couldn’t preside over the Qishen Temple.

Outside, there was still a True Master keeping a watchful eye.

The previous True Master could penetrate the Qishen Temple with Thought power. Who knew if, after escaping, they could return.

He was indeed an incarnation after the fall of Qishen, but don’t forget, that True Master was once one of the sources of Qishen.

All of this was uncertain.

In case he ended up being outsmarted, regret would come too late.

Apart from him, sending someone else was not an option.

“Time reverses!” Zhen Ling’s figure began to dim, and his body entered a pavilion.

It was the pavilion in the Origin Source Sea.

The space where the teleportation array had once been established began to twist and change, everything reversing.

The great battle from a hundred years ago was vividly present; Zhen Ling witnessed it all.

He casually manipulated time, as if everything was a century ago.

Seeing everything that would happen, Zhen Ling’s eyes narrowed.

Especially the scene when Nie Yuan erupted, he watched in amazement!

The lineage of the Starry Sky!

That one sword strike!

A sword that split the mountain, killing all enemies in front.

“Unfortunately!” Zhen Ling sighed.

Such a talent falling was indeed not a small loss.

If cultivated further, he wouldn’t be weaker than those Ultimate Emperors.