At this moment, the Frost Sword suspended in the Mortal Realm burst forth with sword light, illuminating the entire world in the deep of night as if it were daylight!

It is a sword, yet not just a sword.

The grass and trees of Sword Mountain, then the grass and trees of the Mortal Realm, followed by the swords drawn by children on white paper,

even the words ’sword’, ’Qingfeng’, ’three feet of spirit’, and so on, written in volumes of books implying long swords,

were all resonating with sword sound!

All were emitting sword light!!

The Master of the Divine Temple and the Master of the Martial Pavilion gasped, the latter exclaiming:

"Dao! Dao! He has truly entered the Dao with the sword!"

Jian Yi opened his eyes, and the two Venerates felt a chill down their spines; just being watched caused their skin to crack, as if seeing an endless river of sword energy!

This guy... how could he be this strong?!

They both turned to flee,

but the endless river of sword energy had already surged downwards, and whether it was the Master of the Divine Temple or the Master of the Martial Pavilion,

the thousand marvelous techniques and myriad methods of the two Venerates could not be used at this moment!

The sword path of the Sword Tomb Master already dominated this world, shining brightly in all directions, pinning them down motionless!

Jian Yi spoke in a low voice:

"After this sword, I will perish along with the Dao, and my wife will also pass away — but all things in the Mortal Realm will be buried with us."

He gently caressed the peach tree beside the pavilion, softly saying:

"From now on, the world will only have you to last forever."

The sword resounded at that moment.

"No!!" The Master of the Divine Temple’s eyes were about to split: "I can provide the elixir of immortality!!"

"Too late."

The Sword Tomb Master calmly said:

"I have already transformed into the sword path, and cannot stop. After this light, I will burn into dust, and the world will be turned into white, leaving only the peach tree."

The Mortal Realm began to crack.

The two thousand-year-old Venerates also started to crack along with it.

The Sword Tomb Master was burning, transforming into the Dao, dying, entering extinction, becoming a plain and ordinary sword energy, sword light.

He sighed:

"I thought the older, the stronger, but you two are so vulnerable — well, well."

"All things perish."

The Mortal Realm was being obliterated in the endless river of sword energy, the two Venerates were also about to die — in fact, they were the longest-lasting things,

apart from the two, the Sword Tomb Master, and that peach tree.

The worldly dust, all things were lost, only leaving the pure color of white.

The earth, mountains, rivers, cities, dynasties...

All were collapsing in the river of sword energy.

As everything was about to end.

The Master of the Divine Temple looked despairingly at the boundless whiteness, muttering:

"Such swordsmanship still exists in the world..."

Before he finished speaking, a curious voice echoed:

"What is this sword called?"

The Sword Tomb Master, who was transforming into the Dao, answered in a low voice:

"Unification of Heaven and Earth... hmm?"

He suddenly realized something was wrong, this voice... a fourth person?

Here, beside the peach tree, apart from the three Venerates who were dying, a fourth person appeared.

The Master of the Divine Temple and the Master of the Martial Pavilion also looked over in shock, only to see a face that was strange yet somewhat familiar.

In their minds, as if thunder struck, they suddenly recalled the past events of tens of thousands of years ago — was it him?

It was Him!!

It was that monk, that mighty Buddha!

The three Divine Spirits, who were dying, transforming into the Dao, all stared in horror at the suddenly appearing young man,

the young man gently caressed the peach blossom tree, picked a peach blossom, and gently blew on it.

That peach blossom disintegrated, turning into dust, blowing towards the already white Mortal Realm.

And then.

The whiteness began to fade.

The Sword Tomb Master looked around foolishly, seeing the shattered Sword Mountain gradually reassemble, seeing mountains, rivers, cities, dynasties, all beings, all kinds...

everything that had been wiped out in the river of sword energy,

reappeared from the fading white!!

The singing of birds and fragrance of flowers, walking beasts and flying birds, sword slaves holding trays, the old woman incurably wounded with her life at an end...

Even the two Venerates were uninjured.

Even the one transforming into the Dao himself was restored.

The Sword Tomb Master looked dazedly at the young man:

"Who are you?"

"What is this method?"

Zhang Fusheng, with his back to the three Venerates, gently patted the peach tree, feeling the rough texture on its trunk,

he smiled and said:

"In a sense, here, in this place, you could think of me as..."

"God."

"As for this method, I simply made time flow backward for a moment, just a thought.

After a pause, the young man turned around, the Primordial Cloud floated, thirty-six rays of light draped behind him, along with Buddha’s Light swirling, Brahma Sound lingering, Bodhi swaying —

seemingly both Dao and Buddha.

being both Buddha and Dao.

He admired the middle-aged man known as Jian Yi with great appreciation, exclaiming:

"Your accomplishment in sword Dao far exceeded my expectations."

"Little one, how about I make a deal with you?"