The countless falling star projections, carrying the destructive power to tear apart the sky, shattered instantly like popped bubbles the moment they touched that invisible Sword Intent.
Not even a ripple was stirred!
This terrifying sword move, capable of severing mountains and destroying stars, appeared so insignificant before this world of swords.
Sword Without Dust's Violet Heaven Immortal Sword glowed brightly in his hand, but no matter how he channeled his power and unleashed One by one sharp and unparalleled sword lights, they were like striking an insurmountable chasm, unable to advance even an inch!
"How... is this possible?"
The absolute confidence and composure of a Prodigy from the Upper Realm, which Sword Without Dust displayed, were completely crushed and vanished at this moment.
An unprecedented sense of powerlessness instantly surged into his heart, making his sword-wielding hand feel a slight stiffness.
The Dao of the Sword is the Great Dao of attack, and everyone's Dao of the Sword is different.
Heavenly Heart Sword Immortal's Heavenly Heart Sword Dao is a supreme Dao of the Sword that unifies the heart with heaven, wields the sword on behalf of heaven, and invokes the mighty heavenly power to judge all things.
He had learned this Dao of the Sword remarkably well, defeating countless opponents, which earned him the qualification to descend to the Lower Realm.
However, what he "saw" at this moment, or rather, what his mind perceived, was a vast, boundless, and endlessly regenerating world!
In this world, every blade of grass and every tree is a sword, every grain of sand and every stone is a sword, the flowing mountain wind is a sword, the towering mountains are swords, and the high-hanging sun, moon, and stars are also swords!
All phenomena of heaven and earth contain Sword Intent and can be swords!
Ever-changing, myriad phenomena. And Han Xuanji's Sword Intent is supreme, governing everything.
This Realm of the Dao of the Sword has reached a height he could not hope to achieve.
"Is this your Dao of the Sword?"
Sword Without Dust's eyes flickered, and at the same time, a voice cried out in his heart: Am I... on the wrong path? He could clearly feel that his Heavenly Heart Sword Dao, which he was so proud of, appeared so small, even... a bit naive and ridiculous, in front of the other's Dao of the Sword.
"This is my Dao of the Sword."
Han Xuanji's calm voice resounded, entering Sword Without Dust's ears.
These calm words exploded like thunder in Sword Without Dust's Sea of Consciousness!
He suddenly looked up, the confusion in his eyes replaced by a resolute Battle Intent:
"Then let me witness your Dao of the Sword!"
He came to the Lower Realm with the intention of gaining experience, and challenging strong enemies was part of it.
As his words fell, Han Xuanji's eyes narrowed slightly.
Without any warning, a Sword Light condensed to the extreme suddenly appeared before Sword Without Dust's glabella.
Fast!
A speed that transcended thought!
It was as if the sword did not thrust, but was naturally already present at that position, waiting for Sword Without Dust to run into it himself!
Boom!
A terrifying Sword Intent swept over, Sword Without Dust's mind trembled, his legs went weak, and he knelt on one knee.
His face instantly turned pale.
Damn it!
Why is he so strong?
Sword Without Dust secretly resented, not Han Xuanji, but himself for being so weak, with such a huge disparity in strength, yet he still thought of challenging others, which was simply ridiculous.
He had always thought that people who were not strong enough yet acted arrogant were ridiculous, and now he was that ridiculous person.
Sword Without Dust felt incredibly stifled in his heart, roaring inwardly, wanting his Sword Intent to break through this restraint.
But Han Xuanji's power was like a collapsing sky, pressing him down firmly, no matter how angry or how much he struggled, it was all in vain.
Not everyone will have a sudden power surge.
For a moment, there was dead silence.
On the entire peak of Kunlun, time seemed to freeze.
The gale stopped roaring, and even the floating clouds stopped moving.
All spectators, regardless of their cultivation level or stance, were shocked at this moment.
A Prodigy from the Upper Realm... wielding a supreme Dao of the Sword and an immortal sword, was defeated so completely, so... without suspense?
"Hiss..."
Someone gasped, and this subtle sound was particularly jarring in the dead silence, yet it seemed to open a switch.
"My... God..."
An Elder from a Holy Land's mouth hung open, unable to close for a long time.
Having Cultivated for thousands of years, this was the first time he had seen a battle of this level. Sword Without Dust's previous attack had already proven that he was by no means a person with an undeserved reputation, but definitely a top Prodigy. However, Han Xuanji's performance made it hard to imagine what his true strength was.
"Is it that easy?"
Xie Liuyun's eyes widened, his breathing rapid, and his chest heaved violently.
Although he felt that Han Xuanji would win, he never expected him to win so overwhelmingly.
"Master!!"
Li Taiqing and the others jumped up in ecstasy, their faces flushed with excitement, their fists clenched, wishing they could rush onto the stage.
The intertwining of joy and shock made them almost scream out loud.
Immortal Master Yu Chen, Lingyun Taoist, Wind Leisurely Master, and other Kunlun Immortal Sect powerhouses were also greatly shaken at this moment, their faces still showing an expression of disbelief.
And the powerhouses of Shu Mountain Sword Sect were filled with even more emotion. Unlike other Cultivators, because they Cultivated the Dao of the Sword, they knew how astonishing Han Xuanji was.
That had already exceeded their cognitive scope of the "Dao of the Sword."
Xuanzhenzi murmured, "This sword exists only in the heavens; how often does it appear in the mortal world?"
Just then.
Han Xuanji retracted his Sword Intent and smiled:
"Since you're not speaking, I'll take that as you conceding."
"I lost."
Sword Without Dust lowered his head and said through gritted teeth.
He didn't just lose; he made a fool of himself, utterly ridiculous!
Han Xuanji said softly:
"Cultivate well. With your talent, you will also reach the Realm I am in today. This world still needs your protection."
Even though Sword Without Dust couldn't even withstand a single move in his hands, he definitely had strength.
Having entered the Sword Immortal Realm, coupled with powerful Cultivation Techniques, ordinary Earth Immortals might not necessarily be his opponents, especially Earth Immortal-level powerhouses from the Demon Realm, whose Realms would be suppressed upon arriving in the Taixu Spirit Realm. With the blessing of Heaven and Earth Luck, Sword Without Dust would most likely win.
This way, he could ascend with peace of mind.
Looking at Han Xuanji's gentle face, Sword Without Dust couldn't harbor any resentment.
If Han Xuanji's strength was only slightly higher than his, he would only feel humiliated, but the gap between them was too vast. These words didn't sound harsh in his ears at all; he only felt a bit flushed.
Han Xuanji looked at the disheveled but bright-eyed Sword Without Dust, his gaze calm and unwavering, his words hitting the core:
"The Heavenly Heart is vast and profound, but your sword has too many distracting thoughts."
These distracting thoughts were the persistent imitation of others' Dao of the Sword, and also an invisible shackles placed upon his own Dao of the Sword.
Upon hearing this.
Sword Without Dust was struck by lightning, his body trembled violently, and he stood frozen on the spot.
Yes!
If Master Heavenly Heart Sword Immortal were here, with his Realm, he might not even entertain the thought of competing with Han Xuanji, but would only focus on Cultivating, waiting for the Demon Race to descend before drawing his sword.
This had nothing to do with strength, but with differences in personality and state of mind!
Suddenly, he remembered his Master's seemingly plain yet profound words:
"Don't be too immersed in the Heavenly Heart Sword Art."
"He who learns from me lives... he who imitates me dies..."
These words, like a great bell, resounded thunderously in his chaotic mind.
He murmured to himself, over and over again, the confusion in his eyes replaced by enlightenment.
A moment later, he suddenly looked up, no longer showing any trace of dejection in his eyes. Instead, a sharp, radiant light, as if reborn, shone forth. He sincerely bowed to Han Xuanji and said in a deep voice:
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for guiding me out of my confusion. I understand."
In this battle, he had lost, completely convinced.