Drawing Everyone's Attention

He is so beautiful.

Wang Yutang thought to herself.

He looked beautiful when cultivating, he looked beautiful with his eyes closed, and even those few stray strands of hair looked beautiful.

The first time she saw him was a hundred years ago.

At that time, she was out gaining experience with the sect elders when they were ambushed by evil cultivators, leaving her severely injured and on the verge of death.

It was he who happened to pass by, slaying all the evil cultivators with a single sword strike, and then using a wisp of sword qi to protect her heart meridians, pulling her back from the gates of hell.

She still remembered that scene to this day—cyan robes stained with blood, sword light like a lotus. He stood amidst the corpses covering the ground, looked back at her, and asked indifferently:

"Miss, are you alright?"

At that moment, she knew she was doomed to fall for him.

Later, she found out that he was the Second Ancestor of the Heavenly Human Holy Land, possessing the Azure Lotus Ultimate Sword Body, a peerless sword cultivator.

The gap between them was as vast as that between clouds and mud.

But so what?

She could pursue him.

If she couldn't catch up in one year, she would take ten; if not ten, then a hundred.

She had plenty of time and plenty of patience.

Over the years, she had used all kinds of excuses to find him—gifting spirit herbs, sword manuals, and rare treasures she had collected from all over the Central Continent.

Most of the time, he would just nod faintly, say "Thank you," and say no more.

But she didn't care.

Because every time she came, he would see her.

Every time she spoke, he would listen.

Every time she was in danger, he would take action.

That was enough.

Looking at the figure bathed in cyan light at this moment, the smile on Wang Yutang's face almost overflowed from her eyes.

Soon, very soon. Just wait a little longer; once he finished his fusion, she would...

Boom!!!

A beam of cyan light suddenly shot up into the sky from Lin Jingyu's body!

The beam was several meters thick, containing a terrifying sword intent that made one's heart palpitate, and it instantly pierced through the dome of the cave.

The hard rock was easily torn apart like tofu, with crushed stones flying and dust filling the air.

The beam of light broke through the cave, shattered the layers of restrictions above the valley, and pierced straight into the clouds.

At the same time, with Lin Jingyu as the center, cyan lotuses appeared out of thin air, slowly blooming with the rippling of spiritual energy.

The golden sword intent finally completed its last fusion, turning into a streak of light and completely sinking into the center of Lin Jingyu's brow.

The cyan light surrounding Lin Jingyu surged several times over in this instant.

In the Sword Burial Valley.

This cyan beam shooting into the sky was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand-layer wave.

Countless figures soared into the air from every corner of the Sword Burial Valley, turning into streaks of light and speeding toward the direction of the beam!

Some were excited, some were greedy, and some were eager to try their luck.

The inherited sword intent of an ancient sword dao almighty—that was a supreme treasure enough to drive any sword cultivator mad.

Soon, the first batch of cultivators arrived at the scene.

Then what they saw was—

The originally hidden cave had been completely exposed. A large hole had been blasted open in the dome, and sunlight poured down, illuminating the scene inside the cave.

A figure in cyan clothes sat cross-legged in the center, surrounded by cyan lotuses, at the final juncture of fusing the sword intent.

In front of him stood a woman in white holding a sword, her aura released without reservation—early Tribulation Transcendence Realm.

The smile on Wang Yutang's face had long disappeared, replaced by solemnity and vigilance.

Her gaze was like lightning as it swept over the figures arriving one after another around them.

After seeing her cultivation level clearly, some showed fear and silently took a few steps back, but were unwilling to leave and watched from afar.

But there were even more people whose eyes only saw the golden sword light that had not yet completely faded from the figure in cyan.

Early Tribulation Transcendence Realm? Not enough to deter them.

The one who truly needed to be feared was the guy who was fusing the sword intent—Seventh Stage Half-Immortal.

But even so, there were still many peak Mahayana Realm, early Tribulation Transcendence Realm, and even late Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivators slowly approaching.

They either stood on distant peaks or hid behind towering ancient trees, their eyes fixed on Lin Jingyu, flashing with a fiery light.

That was covetousness for the opportunity, and even more so, greed for the ancient inherited sword intent!

The inherited sword intent of an ancient sword dao almighty was a peerless opportunity.

If one could obtain it, even just a sliver, it could make one's own sword dao cultivation advance by leaps and bounds, even breaking through shackles and bottlenecks.

No one could resist such a temptation.

Several impatient cultivators could no longer suppress the greed in their hearts; their eyes flickered, already having the thought of taking action to snatch it, their auras restless.

Boom!

Right at this moment, a vigorous and majestic aura suddenly descended upon this space.

The aura was so strong that it directly caused the surrounding void to ripple. Those cultivators with slightly weaker cultivation felt their breathing stagnate, and their faces instantly turned pale.

Fourth Stage Half-Immortal.

Everyone looked in the direction of the aura and saw a figure proudly standing on the eastern side, not knowing when he had arrived.

The Third Elder of the Qianyun Sect in the Central Region of the Western Continent—Lei Zhentian.

However, before everyone could recover from the shock of Lei Zhentian's arrival—

Buzz—

Another aura descended with a bang.

This time, it was golden light.

The golden light was bright but not glaring, gentle and carrying a peaceful aura as it spilled down from the western void.

Within the light, a figure slowly emerged—

It was a monk.

He wore a large red kasaya over a golden monk robe, and a string of fist-sized prayer beads hung around his neck.

He was slightly chubby with a kind face, wearing a friendly smile on his lips. At first glance, he looked like a Buddha enshrined in a temple.

But if one looked closely, they would find that what occasionally flashed deep within his half-closed eyes was definitely not mercy.

The Great Wheel Ming Temple of the Western Continent—Monk Du'e.

The Great Wheel Ming Temple, one of the Buddhist holy lands in the Western Continent, had a legacy of ten thousand years and unfathomable foundations.

Monk Du'e stepped on the void and walked slowly, arriving at a position not far from Lei Zhentian in just a few steps.

He pressed his palms together, nodded slightly toward Lei Zhentian, and the smile on his face grew even kinder:

"Amitabha. Benefactor Lei, it has been a long time."

His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze brushing against the face, as if it were truly just old friends reuniting and exchanging greetings.

Lei Zhentian glanced at him and let out a barely audible cold snort from his nose.

He knew very well in his heart—this bald donkey looked compassionate on the surface, but his belly was actually full of schemes.

That act might work on low-level junior cultivators, but in front of him...

"Speak your mind."

Lei Zhentian spoke coldly.

"Don't beat around the bush."

The smile on Monk Du'e's face deepened.

He did not respond immediately, but instead cast his gaze toward the cyan-clad figure in the center of the valley.

When his gaze fell upon the golden sword intent that had not yet completely faded, a flash of greed passed deep within his eyes.