I Have A Sword-Chapter 1329: Kill Qingshan and Destroy the Plain-Skirt Lady!

Behind the door lay a vast expanse shrouded in dim light and filled with an oppressive, desolate aura. There was also a massive stone staircase that stretched hundreds of feet wide, and it was so long that its end could not be seen.

The staircase was blood-red as if it had been soaking in fresh blood. It was a terrifying sight.

The Barbarian Ancestor stared at the blood-red steps, and his expression became more solemn than ever. The moment he saw the staircase, he felt as though an invisible hand had gripped his heart, making him feel suffocated.

There seemed to be an invisible barrier at the distant end of the staircase.

The Barbarian Ancestor's face was filled with confusion. What kind of place is this?

Fan Zhaodi suddenly stepped forward toward the staircase. The instant she set foot on it, the staircase trembled violently. Then, countless ancient wills surged from the stone steps like a flood, sweeping toward her with immense force!

The Barbarian Ancestor's expression changed drastically.

He stared in disbelief and exclaimed, "T-True Saint Will!"

There were tens of thousands of such wills, and every single one of them belonged to a True Saint! Tens of thousands of True Saint Wills!

How was that even possible?

The Barbarian Ancestor was utterly shocked.

Producing even a single True Saint was as difficult as reaching the heavens, but there were tens of thousands of True Saint Wills here

What kind of place is this? The Barbarian Ancestor's mind buzzed, feeling completely overwhelmed by the sight before him.

Just then, Fan Zhaodi raised her right hand and pressed down. With that one motion, the True Saint Wills were suppressed by her Evil Dao.

The Barbarian Ancestor's pupils shrank to a needle point. He was utterly shaken, as Fan Zhaodi had just subdued tens of thousands of True Saint wills with a mere gesture.

Fan Zhaodi ascended step by step. The countless True Saint Wills on the staircase struggled fiercely, trying to blast her away, but it was futile. They were suppressed, unable to fight back at all.

The Barbarian Ancestor hesitated for a moment before chasing after her. To his surprise, the True Saint Wills didn't attack him. On the contrary, they were friendly toward him.

The Barbarian Ancestor was puzzled.

Fan Zhaodi remained expressionless as she ascended. The higher she climbed, the stronger the True Saint Wills became, but none of them could stand against her Evil Dao.

Following closely behind, the Barbarian Ancestor grew increasingly uneasy. Some of those True Saint Wills were incredibly fearsome. Despite being mere wills, they carried such terrifying power that even he felt a sense of dread while staring at them.

Moreover, some of the auras felt strangely familiar...

What really is this place? The Barbarian Ancestor's confusion deepened.

Before long, Fan Zhaodi reached the end of the staircase. She extended a single finger and tapped the invisible barrier. The barrier dissolved like paper melting into water.

When the barrier vanished completely, an overwhelming aura erupted from beyond it. It caught the Barbarian Ancestor off guard, and he almost suffocated to death.

With a casual wave of her hand, Fan Zhaodi dispersed the oppressive energy, allowing the Barbarian Ancestor to breathe again. He let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Fan Zhaodi stepped through the stone gate, and the Barbarian Ancestor hurried in after her. The moment he entered, he was completely petrified. He found himself staring at a vast starry sky.

Countless meteors were streaking toward them, and it was like he was staring at a meteor shower.

Amidst the meteor shower was a towering figure, and he seemed to be looking down on the entire vast expanse. With one hand, he grasped the stars, resisting the meteor shower with pure strength.

Some distance away, a burly man waved his fists like hammers. Each time he struck forward, the very fabric of the starry skies would tremble. A spacetime tunnel tens of thousands of meters long was behind him, and it was a tunnel that he had carved out with his bare fists.

The space seemed to be sealed by some mysterious force. Each time he smashed his fists down, the space would shatter just a little.

In the distance, there were thirteen figures stood. At their forefront stood a man clad in a black robe with a posture straight as a sword. There was a sword gripped in his hand, and he stood proudly and resolutely.

He was True Saint Hao Ran!

A mysterious passage swirling like a vortex was before them. From within the depths of the vortex, a constant stream of powerful auras emanated. The figures stood motionless like statues, guarding the passage.

The Barbarian Ancestor was utterly stunned by the scene before him.

What's going on? Where the hell am I?!

Fan Zhaodi strode toward the mysterious passage.

The towering man glanced down at her and furrowed. The burly man hammering at the space before him also turned to look at her and frowned.

The Barbarian Ancestor hesitated briefly before following her.

Soon, Fan Zhaodi walked up to Hao Ran and his companions.

The True Saints turned toward her.

However, she ignored them and walked straight toward the mysterious passage.

Just as the Barbarian Ancestor was about to follow her, a voice echoed beside him. "Barbarian..."

The Barbarian Ancestor turned to see an elderly man in simple robes standing behind Hao Ran. The elderly man was looking directly at him.

The Barbarian Ancestor was puzzled at first, but then his expression changed dramatically as realization struck him. He gasped in shock and exclaimed, "T-the Barbarian Saint Ancestor?!"

The first True Saint in the history of the Barbarian Temple!

The Barbarian Saint Ancestor nodded slightly.

The Barbarian Ancestor was filled with confusion and stammered, "Ancestor... why are you here?"

Barbarian Saint Ancestor did not answer him. Instead, he turned his gaze to Fan Zhaodi, who was approaching the mysterious passage. As she got closer, his brows furrowed, and he clenched his right hand, preparing to take action.

But before he could move, Hao Ran shook his head.

After a moment of hesitation, the Barbarian Saint Ancestor ultimately chose not to make a move.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Fan Zhaodi reached the passage. She casually waved her hand, and the vortex roared to life. A moment later, a deep, ancient voice echoed from within it.

"Enter."

Without any hesitation, Fan Zhaodi stepped inside.

The expressions of Hao Ran's companions turned grave.

"That lady... was terrifyingly strong."

Everyone present felt the same.

The pressure emanating from her was truly monstrous.

Hao Ran gazed at the mysterious passage without speaking. At this moment, he detected something and turned to look at the Other Shore. His eyes flashed with surprise, and then he smiled.

The others also turned toward the Other Shore, and their faces changed from shock to joy.

"Hahaha! Great! Excellent!" A man wielding a long spear laughed heartily. "Another True Saint has emerged in the Other Shore Civilization, and a swordsman at that!"

A True Saint Swordsman!

The crowd erupted into cheers.

"Bwahahaha!" The burly man laughed wildly. "What wonderful news!"

He swung his fists even harder, shaking the firmament.

The towering man fighting against the meteor shower smiled faintly.

The emergence of a brand-new True Saint, and a swordsman at that, was truly worthy of celebration. The Barbarian Ancestor walked up to the Barbarian Saint Ancestor and asked, "Saint Ancestor, where am I?"

The Barbarian Saint Ancestor's face was complex as he whispered, "The Other Shore Battlefield..."

***

Everyone inside the tiny pagoda stopped whatever they were doing and turned to the east. They saw waves of sword intent emanating from the distance.

It was Ye Guan's Order Sword Intent!

The sword intent engulfed the world within the tiny pagoda. Beyond the Order Sword Dao, the sword intent also contained another energy.

It was the will of a True Saint! True Saint Will!

The elites of the Other Shore erupted into cheers at the realization.

Everyone was ecstatic, cheering loudly. After so many years, the Other Shore Civilization had finally produced another True Saint, and a swordsman at that!

The Other Shore only ever had one True Saint swordsman despite its long history!

But today, there was another one.

Somewhere within the tiny pagoda, the Grand Supreme Leader felt Ye Guan's sword intent permeating the heavens and the earth. A smile appeared on his aged face.

A True Saint was born!

Under his rule, the Other Shore finally produced a True Saint...

He had done well! He would surely leave his mark on history! The Grand Supreme Leader smiled, blooming like a flower.

The appearance of a True Saint brought excitement to the Other Shore. Countless elites of the civilization cheered and rejoiced. Coincidentally, a heretic invaded their land, so the appearance of a new True Saint was truly invigorating.

At this point, no one doubted Ye Guan's identity as the Holy Son anymore.

Meanwhile, Ye Guan's eyes were still closed as he emanated a powerful sword intent. The tribulation clouds above him had yet to dissipate.

To make matters worse, the tribulation clouds actually became even stronger. In addition, this was no ordinary tribulation. Ye Guan was facing the True Saint Tribulation.

If he somehow managed to overcome it, he would become a True Saint. If he failed, his soul would be annihilated, and his cultivation base would disperse to the heavens and the earth.

Boom!

Countless bolts of tribulation lightning poured down like a torrential rain, descending on Ye Guan.

"Hahaha!" Ye Guan laughed and vanished into a streak of sword light that charged at the tribulation clouds.

***

Fan Zhaodi walked step by step into the depths of the mysterious passage. An unknown amount of time later, she finally came to a halt.

Not far ahead stood a middle-aged man dressed in white. Behind him stretched a vast and mysterious starry domain, filled with terrifying auras. It was a ferocious and menacing sight.

The middle-aged man gazed at Fan Zhaodi with a calm face.

Fan Zhaodi said, "A collaboration."

The middle-aged man chuckled. "And what do you have to offer?"

Fan Zhaodi opened her palm, and the terrifying power of her Evil Dao erupted. It targeted not the middle-aged man but the mysterious starry domain behind him.

When Fan Zhaodi's Evil Dao appeared in that starry domain, the domain churned, and countless evil beliefs swept over the depths of the void.

With a mere thought, a myriad of calamities manifested!

The middle-aged man's smile faded, and his face grew serious, but he stayed silent.

Just then, a voice echoed in his head, prompting him to look up.

"What are your terms?"

Fan Zhaodi withdrew her hand, and her Evil Dao vanished without a trace.

"I will help your Imperial clan obtain the Other Shore Ark."

"What do you want in exchange?" the middle-aged man asked, staring at her.

Fan Zhaodi closed her eyes. Then, an overwhelming intent burst out of her as she gnashed her teeth and uttered, "Kill Qingshan and destroy that lady in a plain skirt!"