I Have Countless Legendary Swords!

After the intense flames disappeared, a massive 100 kilometer wide hole appeared in the ground. It was pitch black within, looking like an abyss to hell.

Black smoke billowed, and an incredibly powerful aura, like heavenly might, still lingered.

Jiang Wudi flew high in the air and frowned as he looked over. Suddenly, a look of joy appeared on his face.

Zhou Xuanji could be seen with his head hanging low, his body drenched with blood. Whiteness could even be seen at some of his joints, and he floated above the 100 kilometer wide hole, still holding the Ancient God Sword with his right hand, the blade stabbed through Liu Wuji’s chest.

Liu Wuji’s expression was savage, but his eyes had lost their light and his body did not move.

It looked like he was dead.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Wudi, Li Yinyu, and the others felt indescribably relieved.

Zhou Xuanji actually won.

He had killed the unbeatable Liu Wuji.

At that moment, they all felt as if they were dreaming.

“The Sword Emperor is mighty!”

“So powerful!”

“Liu Wuji was a Seventh Tribulation Scattered Immortal! No, he was beyond that!”

“Savior!”

“He finally won!”

At that moment, Zhou Xuanji and Liu Wuji suddenly plummeted.

Daoseeker’s expression fell. He instinctively rushed out, but his arm was grabbed by the man in the woven rush raincoat, stopping him.

“What are you doing?” Daoseeker asked in a low voice, wanting to break free from the man in the woven rush raincoat.

The man in the woven rush raincoat shook his head and pointed towards the sky, and Daoseeker’s expression became grave.

Tribulation Executives could not interfere with worldly people and affairs, and this included saving them.

As he hesitated, Zhou Xuanji and Liu Wuji had already fallen into the darkness and disappeared.

Daoseeker sighed before turning and leaving.

The man in the woven rush raincoat thought to himself for a moment before leaving in a different direction.

The massive battle had finally concluded.

All of the spectators came to the edge of the hole and looked down at the darkness below, feeling a lingering fear.

“Will the Sword Emperor be fine?” A cultivator nervously asked.

He used his senses to sweep below, but he could not reach the bottom of the hole.

Jiang Wudi glared at him and cursed out, “The Sword Emperor is so powerful and is overflowing with Fate; do you think he’ll be fine?”

Li Yinyu stroked his chin and said, “There are ripples of a spatial boundary’s aura below, so don’t fall in. Unless you’re as powerful as the Sword Emperor or Liu Wuji, you’ll most likely be doomed.”

Hearing this, everyone quickly retreated.

The various factions remained there for three days and nights but did not see Liu Wuji reappear, so they all went to spread the news.

Liu Wuji had been killed by the Sword Emperor.

That month, the Canghai Ziggurat updated the Northern Wilderness’ Top 100, and Zhou Xuanji became number one in the world.

Even though he had not defeated Yang Di, he had defeated Liu Wuji.

Liu Wuji was someone who had at least Seventh Tribulation Scattered Immortal cultivation, if not higher.

Yang Di became second in the world, and even though Sun Hill had been destroyed, there was no evidence that Yang Di had fallen.

Zhou Xuanji did not know how long it had since he had regained consciousness, and his body ached everywhere.

He opened his eyes with great difficulty, and he seemed to see a night sky with a blood-red crescent moon.

Apart from the blood-red crescent moon, there was not a single star in the dark night sky.

A black figure flashed in front of him, and as he looked up, the sight caused his hairs to stand on end.

He saw countless little ghosts gnawing at his body—these small ghosts’ bodies were like smoke and were as big as a fist. Their faces were savage, and they laughed as they bit at his body, looking incredibly eerie.

Zhou Xuanji wanted to move, but found that apart from his head and neck, he could not move his body.

He saw the Ancient God Sword not too far away, and with a thought, the Ancient God Sword flew over and chased the small ghosts away.

His body was incredibly tattered and broken, and he was covered in blood, looking like a corpse.

“Where am I?” Zhou Xuanji wondered in confusion as he swept his gaze around his surroundings. He found that he was lying in a forest, and the trees around him were quite sparse. There was a dense stench of blood in the air.

“The Sword Owner’s injuries are grave. Quickly take out the Holy Light Redemption Sword to heal yourself; the surroundings are quite dangerous,” the Sword Spirit’s voice sounded in Zhou Xuanji’s mind, and Zhou Xuanji immediately took out the Holy Light Redemption Sword.

Before he had fallen down, the Sword Spirit had collected all of his legendary swords, and none had been left behind.

Zhou Xuanji controlled the Holy Light Redemption Sword to stab into his waist as he started to heal himself.

At that moment, nine souls appeared above the Ancient God Sword.

Emperor Zhao said weakly, “Nine Souls Fusion is too draining; we can’t afford to use it again within 100 years. I won’t be able to bear it.”

The other remnant souls also nodded.

Zhou Xuanji asked in a feeble voice, “Where are we?”

After waking up, he had had a bad feeling.

Liu Wuji replied gloomily, “The Nine Hell Netherworld. That fellow inherited my divine ability, Nine Hell Flame Extinction. This divine ability can use Nine Hell Flames to kill enemies and can also open the boundary to the Nine Hells. The boundary only lasts for two days and has already disappeared.”

Nine Hell Underworld.

Zhou Xuanji’s pupils constricted and hurriedly asked, “How many days was I unconscious for?”

Emperor Zhao shrugged and said, “Seven days. The first days we were able to protect you, but our soul energy was not enough, which was why you were being eaten by those small ghosts. Fortunately, you woke up in time.”

Zhou Xuanji’s eyes widened, feeling as if he had been struck by lightning.

He had fallen into the Netherworld.

How could he go back?

“You can’t go back, unless you also learn Nine Hell Flame Extinction,” Emperor Zhao said, causing Zhou Xuanji’s eyes to light up.

This was a decent idea.

“Hurry up and treat your wounds and quickly leave; the Impermanences are going to come. Living people cannot survive in the Netherworld, and today is the seventh day after many deaths, so the Impermanences are most likely on their way,” Emperor Hanlan said, causing Zhou Xuanji to feel quite nervous.

He nervously asked, “What will happen if I’m caught by the Impermanences?”

Could it be the Black and White Impermanences of legends?

“Those who are caught intruding into the Netherworld will have their tongues pulled out and boiled in oil,” Emperor Zhao said as he chuckled, causing Zhou Xuanji to reflexively gulp.

So savage.

As such, he healed himself for an hour, feeling very on edge. Only then was he able to stand up, but his body was still ravaged and bloody, looking like a ravaged corpse.

He deeply breathed in and stood on the Ancient God Sword as he sped off in a direction, with the Holy Light Redemption Sword still stuck into his waist.

A while after he left, two figures walked into the forest. They were dressed in blood-red robes and their feet hovered above the ground. They wore tall, pointed hats, and their complexions were incredibly pale. They had blood-red eyes and their hands were nestled within the sleeves of the opposite hand.

They looked at each other and walked towards the direction that Zhou Xuanji had left in.

Six hours later, Zhou Xuanji hid within a ravine. On the way, all he had seen were wild, mountainous land and did not encounter any villages or cities. No matter where he went, it was incredibly eerie.

After entering the ravine, Zhou Xuanji hid in the darkness. He sat down cross-legged to recover from his injuries and placed the Ancient God Sword in front of him so that the nine souls could keep an eye out for him.

“Apart from the Nine Hell Flame Extinction, is there really no way to go back?” Zhou Xuanji asked. Who knew how long it would take to cultivate the Nine Hell Flame Extinction.

Liu Wuji replied, “There are many divine abilities that can pass through the Yin and Yang. You can also find Yama, King of Hell, but he will most likely capture you and will not help you get back.”