This Sword Will Shake Heaven and Earth

The moment those words were spoken, silence fell for a brief instant.

Then, the entire square exploded into chaos.

"What did he just say? Utter arrogance!"

"White-Clad God of Slaughter? So what! No matter how high his combat prowess, he's still only at the Void Refinement stage. This is the manifested origin of an ancient true immortal! How dare this snot-nosed brat at the Void Refinement realm spout such reckless nonsense!"

"Ha! Even the chief true disciple of the Primordial Barbarian Sect came back defeated! Who does he think he is? When he loses face out there, let's see if he can still smile!"

Mocking shouts, furious curses, and jeering laughter surged like crashing waves, overwhelming and endless, threatening to drown the entire square.

The young master of the wealthy household in embroidered robes who had mocked him earlier snapped his folding fan shut and sneered coldly: "Quite the bold claim you've got there. I'd like to see just how much real skill you actually have, or whether you're nothing but a hollow name and a worthless bag of bones."

Yet, in the face of this sweeping tide of ridicule and doubt,

Ye Xuan did not even turn his head.

He simply released Ying'er's small hand, glanced down at her, his expression still aloof and distant as ever, and softly instructed: "Step back a bit, lest the dust ruin your clothes."

"Mhm mhm!"

Ying'er's big, round eyes sparkled with blind, unreserved adoration.

She nodded vigorously, clasped her hands behind her back, and hopped over to a spot several hundred zhang away. Then she turned around, stood on her tiptoes, and gazed at the white-robed figure with eager anticipation. The light in her eyes shone bright as two little stars.

Ye Xuan turned around, faced the jade monolith, and slowly closed his eyes.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation Heavenly Scripture erupted.

This was no ordinary cultivation technique, nor was it a path of cultivation painstakingly recorded by some senior master.

This was a peerless heavenly tome that pointed directly to the primordial origin of the Great Dao, towering above all laws of the myriad worlds.

Deep within Ye Xuan's dantian, a pitch-black, fathomless devouring vortex manifested at that very moment.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth began to stir.

Within a radius of ten li, the dense spiritual energy, so thick it nearly condensed into liquid, transformed into torrential streams that surged and converged wildly toward Ye Xuan's location.

What was even more blood-chilling: even the chaotic Dao resonance that had flowed across the surface of the heavenly jade monolith since ancient times now let out a mournful, sobbing hum.

"What... what is he doing?!"

"He's gathering momentum! He's actually gathering momentum against the heavenly jade monolith! Heavens! What level of technique is this?! My true essence is trembling in fear—it's trying to flee!"

"No, it's not just the spiritual energy. Even the magic treasures on my body are vibrating... What is that aura? That kind of presence—this is not something a Void Refinement cultivator should possess!"

Panicked whispers began to spread through the crowd. Many prodigies with extraordinary perception had already turned pale as death, their bodies instinctively recoiling.

Ye Xuan remained utterly still, standing before the jade monolith like an ancient statue that could suppress heaven and earth.

His right hand rested on the icy jade-like hilt of the Sun-Slaying Divine Sword, his left hand hung naturally at his side. His white robes flapped violently in the increasingly fierce currents of spiritual energy, his hair scattered wild, yet it only made his handsome features all the more striking—bearing a majesty and transcendence that bordered on the divine.

One hour.

Two hours.

Four hours passed, and some in the square could no longer resist voicing their ridicule, saying Ye Xuan was only putting on an act to grab attention, that his imposing aura was nothing but a bluff.

However, no sooner had the mockers spoken than they felt their own true essence tremble uncontrollably, as though terrified by something. They immediately fell silent and dared not speak again.

Half a day in, a brief interlude occurred among the crowd.

A reclusive genius who cultivated a special golden primordial law of origin stepped forward after a long silence. He walked to the edge of the jade monolith.

This man carried a unique, sharp-edged aura between his brows—clearly no ordinary talent.

He sat cross-legged, activated his technique, and gathered the most rigid and piercing origin power of the metal law, focusing it at his fingertip. He steadied his breath, summoned all his strength, and slashed a single cut at the edge of the jade monolith.

"Crack."

A shallow white mark, less than half an inch long and as faint as a mosquito's trace, appeared at the monolith's edge.

The genius shot to his feet, chest heaving. He stared in disbelief at that hair-thin scratch, then threw back his head and let out a long roar, his voice carrying a madness and joy he could no longer suppress!

"Hahahaha!! I left a mark on the heavenly jade monolith!"

Cheers and sycophantic praise erupted around him. Many crowded in, their words dripping with envy and flattery, surrounding that genius at the center as though he were the greatest victor of the day's square.

At the same time, some took the opportunity to cast veiled mocking glances at Ye Xuan, who still hadn't moved an inch: Look, that man's already left his mark. What are you still standing there like a fool for?

Yet, as time continued to trickle onward, those mocking gazes gradually withdrew.

Because, centered on Ye Xuan, the space within a radius of five li had begun to twist violently.

This was not ordinary spatial turbulence, not the fine cracks left behind by clashing treasures or erupting spells.

This was a deeper tearing—a rupture at the level of the laws themselves.

At the same time, above, layers of cloud churned and scattered in all directions, revealing a pure black expanse of sky, devoid of stars and moon.

"Within ten li, space itself is collapsing... Just how much power has he been accumulating?"

"His sword intent has already seeped into the earthly veins! These are earthly veins! In the tens of thousands of years of the Burial Abyss, no prodigy's power has ever been able to shake this place's earthly veins!"

"He still hasn't drawn his sword... This is only the gathering of momentum..."

More and more prodigies began to retreat quietly, moving to stand several li away. They gazed at the white-robed figure, and in their eyes there was no longer a trace of mockery—only a bone-deep, irresistible terror.

A full day and night passed like this.

When the first ray of morning light slanted down upon that towering ten-thousand-zhang heavenly jade monolith...

Ye Xuan opened his eyes.

In the deepest depths of those pupils, terrifying visions churned in silence: the collapse of six paths, the reversal of galactic rivers, the alternating annihilation and rebirth of ten thousand ages of reincarnation, as though they could drag the soul of any onlooker into an endless abyss of cycles, never to escape.

The nearest few prodigies in the square merely grazed the edge of that gaze for an instant.

Instantly, their spiritual platforms went blank, their consciousness blurred, and the golden cores within them nearly exploded on the spot. They stumbled backward several steps, clutching their chests, faces pale as paper, lips trembling uncontrollably.