The Soldier King, fallen.
Boom.
The powerful path of Geng Jin converged into a figure formed by ten thousand soldiers.
The Soldier King's Dao manifestation was slowly dissipating.
"I..."
The Soldier King's gaze fell upon the Sword Master.
At this moment, he no longer held any unwillingness, only endless regret.
He wanted to say something but found himself at a loss for words.
After a long pause, his voice finally emerged, "It was my fault. I never expected you to be this strong. I was foolish."
Regretful... Of course.
But now that things had come to this, regret was useless.
"Alas."
This final sigh was filled with deep helplessness.
He had instinctively wanted to live, but for a moment of pride, he had sacrificed his life.
Bang.
The Soldier King's form completely vanished.
A top-tier Rank 8 existence was instantly killed by a single sword strike from the Sword Master.
In the distance, a silent void descended.
Even the onlookers had lost their appetite for gossip, the atmosphere was hushed.
They had long heard of the Sword Master's name.
One of the overlords of the Tenth Realm, he had entered the Five Elements Realm since arriving in the Ninth Realm, challenging his way up.
The Soldier King was the sixth, yet the only Rank 8 to perish.
From beginning to end, no one had ever thought the Soldier King would kill someone.
This was the Five Elements Realm of the Ninth Realm, not the Tenth Realm.
But now, they understood.
The Sword Master didn't dare not to kill; he simply didn't want to.
He had come with the intent of discussing Dao and strengthening himself through battle; he had no intention of killing.
The Soldier King had brought his demise upon himself, ultimately reaping a bitter harvest.
A profound silence fell upon the world.
No one came, and no one intervened.
The Lord of the Five Elements Dao also did not appear, seemingly indifferent to the Soldier King's death.
...
"Let's go."
The Sword Master spoke, preparing to leave with Ah Qi.
The battles of this period had greatly benefited him.
Ah Qi cradled the wooden sword in his arms once more, following the Sword Master with a smile.
Boom!
However, just as the two were about to depart.
In the distance, a fluctuation spread, accompanied by an unfamiliar voice: "Is the person ahead the Sword Master?"
"Hm?"
The Sword Master halted his steps.
Looking at the rapidly approaching figure, he replied calmly, "Who are you?"
Hum.
The aura stopped, ten thousand miles away from the Sword Master.
This distance allowed them to converse easily.
The person spoke softly, "Senior Sword Master, I am Dong Huo. I am here at the request of a friend to deliver a message to you."
"Please speak."
The Sword Master was a generally peaceable person.
He was not arrogant and, due to his nature, treated those who were not enemies with respect. The Sword Master had always been like this.
A mental wave transmitted over, "City Lord Chen requires your assistance. He asks that you try to reach the Thousand Silk Realm within three days. City Lord Chen will be waiting at the edge of the Fate Realm."
The reason for transmitting the message mentally was to avoid eavesdropping.
"Chen Fan?"
The Sword Master's brow twitched. "What does he want with me?"
They had parted ways not long ago, and with different objectives, their actions would naturally diverge.
This time, it was Chen Fan who had sought him out.
After a moment of contemplation, the Sword Master replied, "Thank you, fellow Daoist Dong Huo. I understand."
In the distance, Dong Huo nodded.
Then, his figure swiftly departed.
He was merely there to deliver a message; he had no desire or inclination to meddle in other affairs.
After pausing for a moment in thought, the Sword Master finally spoke, "Let's go, to the Thousand Silk Realm."
"Hm?"
Ah Qi blinked in surprise. "Aren't we continuing our discussion of Dao?"
"The Thousand Silk Realm is the same."
The Sword Master explained, "City Lord Chen has invited me to a gathering in the Thousand Silk Realm. I owe him a favor. Since he has a matter that requires my presence, I must go and see, no matter what."
Too many from the Sword Realm had fallen in the battle of the Tenth Realm.
Since they were still alive now, they naturally had to thank Chen Fan.
He could not forget this favor, even if the other party did not mention it.
Favors were the hardest debts to repay.
Moreover, this was a favor the Sword Master was willing to incur.
A debt must be repaid, and he had to go.
"Yes."
Ah Qi had not heard the mental transmission.
But since the Sword Master had made his decision, they would go.
As a Sword Attendant, he understood his role perfectly.
"Go."
The Sword Master, with Ah Qi in tow, rapidly left the Five Elements Realm, heading towards the Thousand Silk Realm.
The Fate Realm.
The person had provided the coordinates earlier, making it easy to find.
...
Three days was not a long time.
In the chaos, ten thousand years was merely the time for a single period of seclusion or enlightenment.
Three days was too short.
Clang.
On this day, a dazzling sword light pierced the sky, descending towards the Fate Realm.
The sword light was brilliant, like a divine dragon sweeping down.
Inside the Fate Realm...
"Swish."
Dizang instantly opened his eyes.
He had been suppressing the chaotic Dao universe, which required a considerable amount of time.
In the past few days, many people had gathered outside the Fate Realm.
Dizang knew these were individuals who lusted after the Fate Realm.
The current Fate Realm was a massive piece of "fat meat," coveted by countless individuals.
The chaos was like this: people devour people.
It was either you eat me, or I eat you.
Without absolute strength, one didn't even have the right to exist. This was something even the Lord of the Thousand Silks supported.
If you lack the capability, don't occupy a high position.
Clang.
If Dizang could still maintain his composure before, he could no longer hold back.
Sword intent, an incredibly sharp sword intent.
As a Rank 8, Dizang's attainment was not top-tier, but he had encountered many powerful individuals.
This was the first time he had witnessed such a resplendent sword light.
The aura from it was suffocating.
"Sword Master?"
Dizang seemed to have guessed something.
Crack.
The next moment, the realm gate opened directly.
Dizang walked out of the Fate Realm, the first time he had actively done so in three days.
Before, he had not dared, as it was too dangerous.
What if someone chose this moment to breach the Fate Realm? He might lose control of it.
After all, the Fate Realm was not his.
But now, he dared to step out because his helper had arrived.
Yes, a helper.
Dizang was not alone; behind him followed a newly appointed Great Emperor of the Fate Realm.
"Master."
The newly promoted Rank 7 Great Emperor was somewhat trembling. "It's too dangerous. There are many outside who wish to devour our Fate Realm..."
"I know."
Dizang nodded and said gravely, "Don't worry, they dare not act now."
"Hm?"
"Don't forget, our Fate Realm is guarded by a God of Slaughter, and... the second God of Slaughter has also arrived."
In Dizang's eyes, both Chen Fan and the Sword Master were like gods of slaughter.
It was precisely because of Chen Fan's deterrence in these past few days that no one had dared to make a move.
With just one sentence: "I need coordinates."
Indeed, the Fate Realm served as the coordinates.
Clang.
The sword light descended, and two figures appeared.
One old, one young.
"City Lord Chen."
The Sword Master's voice slowly sounded, "I have come..."
In the distance...
A sword light, very familiar to the Sword Master, erupted. "Sword Master."
Chen Fan walked forward, step by step blooming lotuses.
The two, after a long separation, met once more.
"Hm."
The Sword Master nodded, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings, and said calmly, "Are they enemies?"
He could sense the hidden presences around them.
There seemed to be quite a few strong individuals.
He chuckled, "Is City Lord Chen in trouble?"