Supreme Emperor's Weapon: Primordial Sword

"Primal Chaos Sword Qi inherently contains the world-splitting edge. You only need to guard your mind, let the sword qi move as an extension of your own arm, and slash whenever you wish. There is no need for hesitation."

Fang Hanyu took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the "Flowing Frost" sword in his hand, a blazing light igniting in his eyes.

He finally understood that the "Slash" technique was not about brute force, but rather absolute control over the sword qi. It was the domineering and precise concept that "all things can be severed."

Before he could think further, Gu Changge's figure blurred. The sword shadows surrounding him suddenly scattered, transforming into a sky full of motes of light. As they landed, they carved complex array patterns onto the bluestone slabs.

As the light motes flowed, they faintly condensed into the phantom of a sword, lightly piercing toward the void.

"Omm—"

A waterfall a thousand zhang away was suddenly split down the middle by invisible sword qi. The column of water hung suspended in mid-air, only crashing down with a deafening roar three breaths later.

"This is the 'Conceal' technique. Using primal chaos qi to lay down a sword array, it kills invisibly."

Gu Changge withdrew his hand, and the sword shadows and array patterns dissipated instantly, as if they had never been there.

"Your physique is special. You can hide your sword qi within the currents of primal chaos qi. Even a Saint Realm expert might not be able to detect it."

Fang Hanyu clenched his fists, fine sweat seeping from his palms.

In the past, when he practiced the sword, he only sought the sharpness of sword moves. He never knew a sword could be used like this—it didn't seem like mere slaughter, but rather like borrowing the laws of heaven and earth.

Fang Hanyu received the jade slip. The moment his fingertips touched its surface, he was enveloped by a majestic aura of primal chaos, as if he had been placed in the primordial era of world creation.

Gu Changge seemed to remember something.

At this moment, Gu Changge flicked his finger. A dark light streaked past, and the Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon, the Taichu Sword, hovered before Fang Hanyu.

This was an item Gu Changge had obtained from a previous sign-in.

It was a longsword flowing entirely with the luster of primal chaos. The scabbard seemed to be forged from Nine Heavens Black Iron mixed with Primal Chaos Stone, covered in dense emperor patterns, with faint phantoms of dragons and phoenixes coiling around it.

Even unsheathed, it emitted a domineering pressure that looked down upon the world, causing the surrounding spiritual qi to stagnate.

Just like Xiao Ruobai's Nine Heavens Dragon Soul Halberd before, Gu Changge had also placed a seal on this Emperor Weapon. At this moment, it merely revealed the power of a Heaven-Human grade weapon.

It was enough for current use. As his cultivation advanced, the remaining seals would naturally be undone step by step.

If he truly encountered a formidable enemy he couldn't handle, the Emperor Weapon would naturally break through the seals to protect its master.

"Since your martial uncle gave you a meeting gift, the apprenticeship gift from your master naturally won't be lacking."

Gu Changge handed over the Taichu Sword, its body refracting billions of tiny rays of light under the sun.

"This sword shares the same origin as your Primal Chaos Sword Physique, but it is too overbearing, so I have sealed most of its power. As your cultivation improves, with every layer of the seal you unlock, you will comprehend an additional fraction of the Emperor Dao's true intent."

His eyes went wide, and his hands trembled slightly as he grasped the longsword, his eyes full of shock and reverence.

The moment Fang Hanyu's fingertips touched the hilt, the primal chaos sword qi in his body surged uncontrollably, as if echoing the primal chaos origin within the sword!

"Thank you, Master!"

He took a deep breath, bowed deeply to Gu Changge, and turned to rush toward the waterfall in the back mountain. The hem of his plain white Daoist robe fluttered in the wind, giving him the sharp and imposing air of a true sword cultivator.

Gu Changge watched his retreating back. The Primal Chaos Sword Physique paired with the Primal Chaos Sword Incantation—let alone the mere Eastern Region, even the myriad worlds of the heavens should be allowed to witness it.

...

Time flew by.

Fang Hanyu guarded the area beneath the waterfall every day without fail. As soon as the morning light illuminated the water mist, he would sit cross-legged, letting the freezing water crash against his back while his primal chaos sword qi slowly circulated through his meridians.

When the sun rose to mid-sky, he would draw the Taichu Sword and practice the "Slash" technique against the splashing water.

The little black bird always loved to perch on his shoulder, watching him swing his sword to cleave the splashing water. From time to time, it would peck at his topknot with its sharp beak, as if urging him to improve faster.

Thanks to the dense spiritual qi of Purple Bamboo Peak and Gu Changge's occasional guidance on the Primal Chaos Sword Incantation, the cultivation he had lost when his physique was nearly stripped away in the Great Yan Forbidden Ground was steadily recovering. Now, he stood firmly in the early stage of the Zifu Realm.

His internal Primal Chaos Sword Physique had been polished to become even purer, and his every movement carried a faint, sharp edge.

Ever since Fang Hanyu began recovering his cultivation, Xiao Ruobai seemed to have his fighting spirit ignited, cultivating ten times harder than before.

Every day before dawn, he would carry his long halberd and charge into the back mountain, specifically picking fights with demonic beasts slightly higher in cultivation than himself. He would often return covered in wounds, only to dive right back into his battle qi cultivation the very next day.

Finally, on a morning half a month later, as the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, Xiao Ruobai let out a long howl in the back mountain. The aura of the early Zifu Realm spread out like a tide, terrifying the surrounding demonic beasts into fleeing in all directions.

He stood at the mountain peak holding his halberd, looking at the battle qi condensed in his palm, which was several times more concentrated than before. He couldn't help but laugh aloud—now, he had finally caught up to his junior brother.

On the afternoon of this day, Xiao Ruobai returned from the back mountain carrying his halberd. Just as he reached the edge of the waterfall, he was dazzled by the splashing sword light.

He tossed aside a cloth stained with demonic beast blood, placed his hands on his hips, and shouted, "Junior Brother, want to spar?"

Fang Hanyu sheathed his sword and turned around.

"Alright."

The two walked to a nearby clearing. Xiao Ruobai slammed his halberd down, its tip piercing half an inch into the ground. His battle qi rose like wolf-smoke: "I won't show any mercy."

"Please go all out, Senior Brother."

Fang Hanyu held his sword horizontally across his chest. Although the Taichu Sword was sealed, it was already connected to his mind, its blade shimmering with a warm luster in the sunlight.

Xiao Ruobai gave a low shout and swept his halberd horizontally, carrying a sharp, wind-piercing whistle straight toward Fang Hanyu's face.

This strike was incredibly fierce and powerful. The halberd's tip carried a sharp battle qi, looking as if it would hit his face at any moment.

Fang Hanyu lightly tapped his toes on the ground, his figure retreating like a willow catkin. At the same time, he twisted his wrist, sliding the Taichu Sword up along the halberd's shaft until the sword's ridge accurately struck the crescent blade of the halberd tip.

With a crisp "ding," the two both retreated three steps, evenly matched.

A flash of surprise crossed Xiao Ruobai's eyes. "Not bad, Junior Brother. You've made quite a bit of progress."

The two exchanged blows back and forth, their moves becoming increasingly fierce.

Xiao Ruobai's halberd movements were wide and sweeping; every strike carried the force of a thousand jun, smashing deep pits into the ground.

Fang Hanyu's sword arts, on the other hand, were agile and swift. The sword light followed like a shadow, always managing to evade attacks in the nick of time while simultaneously launching counterattacks.

After fifty exchanges, fine sweat seeped from Xiao Ruobai's forehead, and Fang Hanyu's breathing had become slightly rapid, but the fighting intent in both of their eyes grew even more intense.

Xiao Ruobai suddenly let out a massive shout. He raised his halberd high, his battle qi converging into a giant phantom that smashed viciously toward Fang Hanyu.

Not to be outdone, Fang Hanyu caused the primal chaos sword qi on the Taichu Sword to surge wildly, forming a solid sword shield while the tip of the sword pointed directly at the core of the halberd phantom.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the shockwave generated by the collision of battle qi and sword qi spread outward, blowing the surrounding trees wildly askew.

As the smoke and dust cleared, both of them were still standing in their original spots. Xiao Ruobai's halberd was planted in the ground before him, and Fang Hanyu's Taichu Sword was resting against the earth. Both of their chests heaved, and for a moment, neither had managed to gain the upper hand.

Xiao Ruobai looked at Fang Hanyu and suddenly burst into laughter. "Good kid! I didn't expect you to be this strong now. I guess we can call this a draw."

Fang Hanyu also sheathed his sword and gave a slight nod. Senior Brother, your strength has far exceeded my expectations as well.

Xiao Ruobai patted him on the shoulder. It seemed he would have to work even harder from now on; he absolutely could not let the imposing aura of an Eldest Senior Brother diminish.

At dawn that day, just as the sky turned a hazy gray, three long, resonant bell tolls suddenly shattered the tranquility of Purple Bamboo Peak. The piercing echoes reverberated across the various peaks of the Azure Profound Sect.

It was the signal that the Grand Sect Tournament had officially begun.

Let's go.

Gu Changge sat on the bamboo couch, idly twirling a purple crystal grape between his fingertips. His gaze swept over his two disciples, who were fully geared up and ready to depart.

Xiao Ruobai carried a long halberd on his back. The cold gleam of the blade was concealed within a cloth wrap, revealing only the dark, heavy shaft.

The Flowing Frost sword at Fang Hanyu's waist had also hidden its sharp edge. His plain white Daoist robe made his figure appear even more slender, yet the sharp glint hidden in the depths of his eyes was far more intense than it had been half a month ago.

The two acknowledged the order and followed. A little black bird fluttered its wings, landing on Gu Changge's shoulder. It tilted its head and preened its feathers, acting as if it were tagging along just to watch the show.

Stepping out of the rolling mists of Purple Bamboo Peak, they were greeted by the tidal wave of voices echoing from the martial arena.

Disciples from the other peaks wore their respective uniform attire, lined up in orderly formations along the edges of the plaza. Their youthful faces were etched with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

Only the trio from Purple Bamboo Peak were dressed in simple, unadorned robes, making them stand out conspicuously as they walked through the crowd.

Three chapters today, brothers, let's go!!!