That scene, anyone who witnessed that battle would never forget it for the rest of their lives.
Mountains and rivers trembled, the world lost its color. Saying it shocked heaven and earth, moved gods and ghosts, would not be an exaggeration.
That sword strike amazed the mortal world and became that man’s legendary battle.
Later, for unknown reasons, this secret technique ended up in the hands of the Swordless Mountain and became their most guarded secret.
The greatest flaw of the technique is that the sword intent it condenses can only be used once.
In other words, no matter how long you’ve spent condensing your sword intent, once you release it, you can’t use it again.
You must start condensing from scratch to use it another time.
And condensing sword intent takes time, it definitely can’t be done in a short period.
Just like that rogue cultivator before, after unleashing three thousand years of sword intent, all his efforts disappeared in an instant.
Now, as sword intent surrounded Swordless, the energy he had condensed began slowly releasing from his body as the core.
“Brother Swordless is using his trump card this time,” Heaven-Edge commented from the side.
Swordless was the founder of the Swordless Mountain. It’s said that ever since the sect obtained this secret technique, Swordless was the first to practice it.
Since he began, he had never released it once.
To the Swordless Mountain, this condensed sword intent was more like a last-resort, life-saving move.
They wouldn’t let years of effort go to waste unless facing absolute danger.
“Brother Swordless’ sword intent must have been building for hundreds of years,” Jian Yihai said with a smile.
“I wonder how powerful it will be. I never thought I’d get to witness this today.”
As the sword intent around Swordless grew thicker, Jiang Dianfeng’s eyes began to show concern.
The pressure from that sword intent grew heavier, like dark clouds, lightning, thunder, and a looming storm pressing down on everything.
The speed of the sword intent's release accelerated, quickly covering the entire sky.
Swordless had no sword, because he himself was a sword.
His sword intent had reached a critical threshold. Veins began bulging on his skin, and cracks started appearing, as if his body could break at any moment.
At that moment, all three launched their attacks simultaneously.
Compared to Swordless’s strike, the other two’s attacks looked dim and pale.
This sword strike represented hundreds of years of effort.
It was the most brilliant moment of this technique.
As the sword fell, the world flipped upside down. Sun and moon lost their light, rivers flowed backward.
The empty sky seemed to shatter into endless fragments.
The sun and clouds were split apart.
All the space below crumbled, explosions roaring in every direction.
The Sword-Casting Mountain below was cleaved in two, collapsing into dust amid deafening booms.
This sword strike stunned everyone.
But to everyone’s shock, the target of the sword wasn’t Jiang Dianfeng,
It was Jian Yihai and Heaven-Edge.
The two instantly realized this and tried to escape, but the sword’s range was too wide.
Its suppressive power was too overwhelming, they couldn’t avoid it.
“Swordless, are you insane?!”
Heaven-Edge shouted in panic, “We’re on the same side! If you betray us, aren’t you afraid of Lord Ming’s punishment?!”
“You’re insane, completely insane!”
Ignoring their yelling, Swordless stared ahead, his voice solemn.
“My name isn’t Swordless. My real name is Chu Shanhe.”
“What are you doing?” Jian Yihai shouted.
“We didn’t do anything to you! Why would you do this?”
“I’ve done too many things against my conscience, I’m tired,” Swordless said, his tone strange. “I don’t want to be a pawn of the Blood Rune Race anymore.”
As the sword fell, the screams of Heaven-Edge and Jian Yihai rang out, then stopped.
The sky converged into a single point, and the endless sword intent seemed to refine the void itself.
A mighty sword force cut through the heavens, annihilating the entire space in its path.
That entire section of space collapsed.
The sword fell. A breeze blew softly, lifting his hair from his forehead.
The sword intent he had condensed for hundreds of years slowly faded away.
Swordless stood silently in the sky, staring into the horizon, lost in thought.
...
The day I was born, my father held me and looked out the window toward the distant sky.
He said, “The rivers and mountains are as beautiful as a painting. One day, you will roam this land.”
My parents were both frail and sickly. When I was young, they passed away.
I grew up eating meals from every household in the village.
I admired those martial cultivators who could fly and vanish at will. But unfortunately, I was born in a mortal village where no one knew how to cultivate except for a few farming tricks taught by the village instructor.
I heard that in the north, there was a Sword Domain, a sword there could slice across the Nine Heavens.
Ordinary people could go to the Sword Domain and receive a sword and learn sword techniques for free.
That year, I was sixteen. The spring breeze was gentle, the sunlight perfect, willows swaying under the moon.
I packed my bag and set out on my journey.
...
Swordless remembered his past, silently daydreaming in midair.
The sword sheath on his back trembled.
It seemed to feel his emotions and cried out in sorrow.
I entered the Sword Domain, stepped into the Sword Tower, took a sword, and learned swordsmanship.
But later, I found out, it was all just that.
For a rogue cultivator to make a name for himself was like a peasant trying to become a king, hard and full of obstacles.
It was simply too difficult.
Flickering swords, constant schemes, I saw through the ways of the world.
I wanted to return to my village, the village that fed and raised me, and live the rest of my life in peace, away from worldly affairs.
...
After years of wandering, the white-robed youth returned to his village.
But what greeted him was an empty ruin.
The village had been destroyed. The villagers had vanished.
After much investigation, he learned that a few disciples from a nearby sect had come down from the mountain.
One of them had taken a liking to a village girl and tried to abduct her. The villagers resisted.
So those disciples slaughtered the entire village, burned the bodies, and destroyed the place.
That day, it rained heavily. The white-robed youth sat on a stone in the ruins.
He sat there for seven days and nights.
He wanted to take revenge on that sect, but with his meager strength, he had no ability to fight back.
“Do you want revenge?”
Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him.
His hair stood on end, his whole body froze.
He slowly turned around and saw the creature that would change his life forever.
...
He got his revenge. He wiped out the entire sect. The corpses piled as high as a mountain.
But he also understood that the price of revenge was that his fate no longer belonged to himself.
He followed that monster away. No one cared what had happened there.
Ten years later, the man named Swordless founded the Swordless Mountain.
And Chu Shanhe no longer existed in this world.