Chapter 13 Decision

The saber was three feet seven inches long, forged from ordinary thousand-refined profound iron. However, after being nurtured for decades in the hands of an unparalleled Saber Emperor, it became incomparably sharp. When the saber's edge broke through Ye Chuxiao's vast domain, the scorching sunlight mixed with the saber light.

The entire towering solitary peak seemed as precarious as a crumbling building.

Every ray of saber light was infused with the fierce will of this Saber Emperor.

He seemed to be demonstrating another use for the domain of artistic conception to Ye Chuxiao.

Abandoning its entirety, seeking its imperfection, he broke apart and shattered the complete domain, transforming it into subtle saber flashes, making each attack extremely threatening.

Faced with the old Saber Emperor's overbearing and fierce offensive, Ye Chuxiao held his saber with both hands. Although his domain was broken, his defensive stance showed no sign of wavering.

The domain was merely a symbol of artistic conception; it could never represent the entirety of a cultivator, nor could there be a possibility of complete collapse upon its destruction.

In fact, although Ye Chuxiao's domain was sliced open with a single saber strike, it carried an even more turbulent and majestic force, like two giant peaks slowly closing in.

Once joined, the unparalleled pressure would directly overwhelm the old Saber Emperor.

At the same time, this slow method of accumulating momentum was a way of exerting threat and pressure.

Ye Chuxiao's eyes were bright. In the midst of hundreds and thousands of offensive and defensive moves in an instant, he saw the old Saber Emperor's cunning operation hidden behind his violent attacks.

For a moment, his saber became him, and he became the saber.

The man and the saber exchanged positions, but it was still fluid and smooth.

This was clearly a dangerous maneuver that only a divine weapon with great spirituality and a mind in tune with its master could accomplish.

Although Ye Chuxiao noticed the trick, he couldn't take more defensive measures in the moment when time seemed to be stretched.

Just as the thought flashed through his mind, the old Saber Emperor had already lunged in front of Ye Chuxiao, almost face to face, his palm like a saber, sharply cutting through Ye Chuxiao's protective spiritual light and stabbing straight at his chest.

*Puchi!*

A sound like a leaking balloon.

Ye Chuxiao's torn robes exploded under the old Saber Emperor's palm.

In that instant, Ye Chuxiao used a spell to avoid the sudden blow.

Although he successfully escaped the dangerous situation, he had broken the tacit understanding of saber technique competition, and thus lost a small exchange.

"Good spell!" the old Saber Emperor praised.

This was by no means a mockery. His move of swapping man and saber was also a unique skill. In an instant that almost jumped through time, he advanced to his opponent's front and delivered a fatal blow, having repeatedly defeated opponents of the same level in the past.

Ye Chuxiao's ability to make a judgment and use a spell in that short, immeasurable time was already a large step above many of his previous opponents.

Ye Chuxiao, dressed in a close-fitting outfit and holding the Yuanyang Treasure Saber, felt a slight ripple in his heart, which he quickly calmed.

"Indeed, one must not underestimate the people of the world."

"Although I have various advantages, I cannot be said to be truly without flaws."

"This battle with the old Saber Emperor is indeed the right choice!"

The saber cleaved through the void, but the saber light remained in place, condensed and unscattered.

Then, one saber strike after another, the lingering saber light was repeatedly superimposed.

"Accumulating the momentum of a thousand blades and turning it into one strike seems fierce, but in reality, it loses control and wastes the initiative. How can you be sure that such a strike will definitely hit?" The old Saber Emperor looked at Ye Chuxiao with his saber. His aura was integrated with the saber. Even though in Ye Chuxiao's eyes, the man and the saber were clearly distinct, in a deeper perception, they were completely one, and it was impossible to distinguish where the man was and where the saber was.

If Ye Chuxiao's strike, which had accumulated a thousand blades of power, only hit the divine saber in the old Saber Emperor's hand,

then it would only force him back and would not achieve the desired effect at all.

Ye Chuxiao quickly gave an answer to the old Saber Emperor's question.

The domain that had been cut in half began to recombine at an accelerated rate.

Like a pair of giant palms, suddenly slapping together.

In the fierce collision, the powerful pressure cut off all the old Saber Emperor's possible movements in an instant.

The saber fell at this moment.

The strike that had accumulated a thousand blades of power shattered the space and directly struck the old Saber Emperor's wrist, where the man and saber connected.

Ye Chuxiao had no intention of achieving success with one strike, completely defeating or killing the old Saber Emperor.

No matter how the man and the saber changed positions, the connection between them existed.

As long as the saber struck the point of connection, it would never miss.

Faced with Ye Chuxiao's fierce and unparalleled strike, the old Saber Emperor furrowed his long eyebrows. Without any solution, he could only use the power of the divine weapon in his hand to break it barbarically.

The domain condensed on the divine saber.

The man's domain and the saber's spirit completely mixed. As the saber fell, the old Saber Emperor took three steps back, and the divine weapon in his hand hummed.

In this exchange, Ye Chuxiao won a small victory.

If the old Saber Emperor had not relied on the power of the divine weapon, he would have already lost under this strike.

"I won this strike by half a move," Ye Chuxiao said, without any pride or complacency in his tone.

The old Saber Emperor said, "There is no such thing as winning or losing. The spells are yours, use them as you like. The divine saber is mine, and I will block as I should. Obsessing over fleeting advantages is not the ambition of a true man."

Ye Chuxiao shook his head. "Winning or losing is not important to me. I just want to better understand what the difference is between having a divine weapon and not having one."

"Now I know something."

The old Saber Emperor said, "If that's the case, are you still going to fight?"

Ye Chuxiao decisively said, "Fight!"

Glancing at the cracks on the Yuanyang Treasure Saber, Ye Chuxiao was very clear that after temporarily stabilizing the affairs of this world, he needed to forge his own divine weapon.

A craftsman must first sharpen his tools to do his job well. Although he had a wide range of knowledge and skills, the saber technique of martial arts was still his strongest and most adept method.

The Yuanyang Treasure Saber shook in the wind, burning like a scorching sun.

Under the scorching sun, the mighty momentum fell towards the old Saber Emperor.

In an instant, the scorching sun turned into a setting sun, the red sun sinking in the west, as if to take away all the light in the world with it.

The old Saber Emperor drew his saber, his saber technique no longer as illusory as before, but completely settled down, only using the most strict and precise saber technique foundation to respond to Ye Chuxiao's vast strike like a scorching sun.

The energy between heaven and earth surged wildly.

The manic power, with the two as the center point, wantonly vented towards the surroundings.

In an instant, neon lights flashed in the sky, and a rainbow pierced through the scorching sun, turning the heaven and earth into a unified spectacle.

Under such a spectacle, the cultivators within a radius of hundreds of miles had been alarmed.

Some sensed the danger beneath this momentum and turned to flee.

But there were also some who were not afraid of death, following the direction of the battle's ripples, seeking to witness this world-shaking battle.

In this collision, Ye Chuxiao and the old Saber Emperor were evenly matched.

But they were also entangled together, and neither could break free in a short time.

The gale turned into a storm, moving outward from the top of the mountain.

And the core of the storm was the two in battle.

Their domains were entangled, their wills were vying, and the saber edges faced each other, with fierce chops and collisions again and again, sparks flying everywhere.

There was no more dialogue.

Because there was no longer a need for superficial dialogue as a chance for each other to communicate.

The saber edge and the will were better than hypocritical words.

*Boom!*

A earth-shattering explosion.

Ye Chuxiao retreated, dragging his bleeding arm.

And on the old Saber Emperor's neck, there were also three deep wounds, exposing the bone.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, such a heavy injury would have been fatal.

Wiping his hand on the wound on his throat, ignoring the saber light carrying the will force that continued to destroy the wound, the old Saber Emperor pinched up the wound, glanced at the broken Yuanyang Treasure Saber in Ye Chuxiao's hand.

"It's a pity, if your saber was a little better, I would have died under your saber," the old Saber Emperor said.

Ye Chuxiao stared at the old Saber Emperor, but questioned, "Why?"

The old Saber Emperor said, "I'm about to die. Rather than die in bed, I'd rather die in a hearty duel. Originally, I wanted to entrust this saber to you as well."

The old Saber Emperor glanced at the divine saber in his hand. At this time, the divine saber chimed clearly, humming and emitting a soft glow.

"But it seems that I should take it into the tomb with me."

The divine saber emitted a joyful sound, not feeling sad or regretful about this ending.

Two strands of Dao rhythm emerged in Ye Chuxiao's hand.

"You can't survive in this world anymore, but there are infinite possibilities in the myriad realms."

"Take your saber and venture out!"

"Just remember, you owe me a big favor, and perhaps at the right time, you will need to pay it back with your life."

With that, Ye Chuxiao sent the two strands of Dao rhythm towards the old Saber Emperor.

The old Saber Emperor only accepted one of them and sent the other back.

"One is enough!"

"This old man only needs a ticket."

"I owe you three favors. If you need someone to die for you, just call this old man." After saying that, he took out a bullhorn from his pocket and sent it to Ye Chuxiao.

"I must return to this world every three months. If you have any instructions, leave a message with this thing, and I will know," the old Saber Emperor said.

Ye Chuxiao said, "Is this a token?"

The old Saber Emperor was stunned. "Of course, it's a token!"

"No matter when, no matter where, if you see this thing, you will help me?" Ye Chuxiao asked again.

The old Saber Emperor said, "This thing was obtained in my youth and has been carried with me, rarely leaving my hand. If someone comes to me with this thing, no matter what... I will definitely not refuse."

Ye Chuxiao satisfied, put away the bullhorn, nodded to the old Saber Emperor, and then turned into a stream of light and flew away.

Battling the old Saber Emperor was a spontaneous decision.

And investing in him could also be considered a casual move.

Jin Buyi's identity had other mysteries, even if he had already broken through the artistic conception and stood at the same position as Jin Buyi and Ying Shu, it was not bad to make a few more preparations.

Of course, Ye Chuxiao did not choose people randomly.

The old Saber Emperor had a backbone, preferring to die rather than be a dog for someone.

Only the promises of such a person had credibility.

Ye Chuxiao bought six years of time with a heavy stake. When he returned to his anchored timeline, Ye Chuxiao did not know how exactly everything that happened now would proceed.

In this way, it was just an attempt.

"A divine weapon, I must have my own divine weapon."

"But whether it's an exclusive divine weapon or a universal divine weapon, it will take a lot of time to polish and cultivate."

"I just don't know if there is a world in the myriad realms that can shorten this cultivation process."

Returning to Pluto City, Ye Chuxiao cultivated with Duanmu Lin for several months.

When Duanmu Lin was able to maintain the artistic conception combat power regularly with the help of the Aurora Underworld, Ye Chuxiao told her to act carefully and not to stand out or take risks in everything, and then returned to the Good Fortune Boat again.

In the weapon-forging pavilion on the Good Fortune Boat, Ye Chuxiao saw the option of forging divine weapons.

But at the fastest, it would take ten years.

Even with the weapon master participating and fully cooperating to forge an exclusive divine weapon, it would take seven or eight years.

And the cost was extremely high. Even with Ye Chuxiao's current wealth, his assets would shrink by more than half after forging a divine weapon.

It could be said that forging divine weapons with the Good Fortune Boat, although reliable, was not cost-effective.

"Since the weapon-forging pavilion on the Good Fortune Boat does not meet expectations, then there is only one way to go."

"Find a world that mainly forges magical treasures and weapons, and look for a way out in that world."

Ye Chuxiao once again began to 'shop extensively' on the Good Fortune Boat.

In the trading market in the cabin, he bought any materials that he liked with a lot of money.

With Ye Chuxiao's current balance of destiny points, it could basically be said that as long as something could be bought with destiny points, it was not expensive.

After all, he had directly built the Underworld in a world like the Desolate Battle Realm, which was equivalent to changing the future laws and rules of this world.

The destiny points harvested in this way were much more than unifying the world in the Desolate Battle Realm, reaching the top limit of destiny points that could be harvested.

It was basically impossible to go any higher!

After staying on the Good Fortune Boat for half a month, he collected a lot of precious forging materials.

Some of the materials were characteristic materials of some worlds, which may not be advanced enough, but had the value of fusion and mixing. And more were advanced materials common to the myriad realms.

With these materials, in fact, as long as time was spent, three or five artifacts could be forged.

However, Ye Chuxiao was now in a hurry, and perhaps he could try to pile up materials to raise the basic quality of the embryo and reduce the cultivation time.

Even if he really couldn't achieve the goal of forging a divine weapon in the short term, he would upgrade the various attributes of the Yuanyang Treasure Saber, so that it would not be weaker than a divine weapon in terms of sharpness and solidity, and have the confidence to collide with it.

Standing on the deck, Ye Chuxiao felt the Good Fortune Boat's desire to cast him, and entered the directional crossing conditions he had already conceived.

Then, accompanied by a familiar feeling, he quickly fell towards a new world.

Without any sense of dizziness, Ye Chuxiao directly received the setting memory of his new identity.

"Nangong Dzi, the third young master of the Divine Weapon Manor, the family has eight divine artifacts hidden, and is the top weapon-forging family in the Immortal Treasure Realm."

"Immortal Treasure Realm, a cyberpunk cultivating world."

"The cultivators in this world are all 'glass people.' Their bodies are fragile and cannot be cultivated at all. The scouring of the heaven and earth energy is a cruel torture to them. However, the advantage is that the cultivators in this world are stronger in inspiration, focus on their spirits, and are skillful."

"Because of this, the path of cultivation in this world is also very different from other worlds. Every step of cultivation must be integrated into specially forged magical treasures to protect the body and strengthen the internal organs."

"Flesh is weak, refine weapons to ascend?"

"Interesting!"