Baby with Daoist Monarch System

At the place where the Annihilation Sword fell, at the core of the ancient rune’s imprint, besides his newly reborn body, something else remained.

It was a broken sword hilt!

It was the hilt of the golden Ancient Sword previously used by the ancient will to carry its intent!

At this moment, the golden glow on this sword hilt was dim, covered in cracks, as if it could shatter completely at any time.

However, under the gaze of this "newborn" presence, the broken sword hilt suddenly trembled gently.

As if in response!

"Not enough yet."

The "newborn" presence whispered softly.

His gaze slowly swept across the entire trembling Sword Tomb Space.

Sweeping past the countless Ancient Swords that were humming.

Sweeping past the ancient and terrifying aura seeming to awaken deep underground.

Finally, his gaze settled on his own chest.

The chaotic heart throbbing and merging with golden light, darkness, and Sword Intent!

"With my blood, forge my path."

"With ten thousand swords as a furnace."

"With annihilation as the edge."

"Condense!"

He slowly raised his right hand, fingers spreading open, pointing distantly at the broken sword hilt below!

Boom!

The entire Sword Tomb Space was in complete upheaval at this moment!

Thousands of Ancient Swords, as if commanded by an emperor!

Let out an earth-shaking roar!

Transforming into streams of light!

Like swallows returning to the forest, they crazily converged into his palm!

Those streams of light contained countless incomplete yet immensely powerful Sword Dao Will!

With the domineering Emperor’s Sword!

With the sinister and vicious Demon Sword!

With the majestic Majestic Sword!

With the Sword of Destiny that severs causality!

The essence of all the failed swordsmen buried here over endless ages was thoroughly ignited at this moment!

They were not directly absorbed but forced into an invisible furnace!

And at the heart of the furnace was the broken golden sword hilt!

Meanwhile!

A more pure and terrifying Dark Power flowed from his right eye, dripping like ink, merging into the sword hilt! It was the Origin Power left by the Annihilation Sword!

Crack! Crack!

The broken sword hilt, under the frenzied infusion of thousands of Sword Intent and Power of Destruction, began to emit the sounds of metal twisting and re-casting instead of breaking!

Its form was rapidly changing!

The ancient golden color was fading, replaced by a profound, restrained hue, as if capable of devouring all light—the Chaos Profound Color!

On the sword hilt, countless intricate and mysterious patterns began to emerge!

Those patterns seemed like the path of the Dao or a microcosm of the Cosmos’s birth and destruction!

An indescribable "new" Sword Intent began to slowly grow from within!

The Sword Intent possessed the ancient will’s dominance!

Also held the Annihilation Sword’s void!

A faint trace of decisiveness to sever all bindings shimmered within!

It was condensing!

Taking shape!

Yu Kong was completely stunned!

He understood!

The terrifying presence before him was actually using the entire Sword Tomb at a cost! Using the Sword Dao Will of thousands of Ancient Swords as material! Using that forbidden Power of Destruction as the core!

Aiming to reforged a sword belonging to Him alone...

A Lifebound Sword!

This, what courage this is! What madness!

Who is he?!

What is he trying to do?!

Buzz——!

Finally, when the last stream of Sword Intent light was absorbed within, when the last trace of Power of Destruction was imprinted on it!

A sound like the heavens and earth splitting opened echoed across the Cosmos!

A brand new long sword floated in the hand of the "newborn" presence!

The sword’s body, displaying a chaos profound color, does not reflect light, yet seems to contain the stars of the entire cosmos.

The blade, thin as a cicada’s wing, yet emanates a sharpness capable of slicing through time and space!

The sword’s guard is ancient and unadorned, engraved with patterns of the sun and moon’s rotation.

On the sword’s hilt, golden divine sun and pitch-black void intertwine, finally converging into a single point—an almost imperceptible, yet truly existent clarity!

Once this sword emerges!

The entire Sword Tomb Space seems to bow to it!

All sounds are silenced!

Only the ’newborn’ exists, holding the Chaos Profound Sword, standing quietly in the air.

His gaze raises slowly, looking toward the endless dark void beyond the Sword Tomb.

In his eyes, golden light and darkness intertwine, eventually transforming into a deep aloofness.

"Henceforth, my name is..."

He paused, as if contemplating, yet also proclaiming.

Finally, two words, like ancient thunder, exploded in Yu Kong’s heart!

"Gui Xu!"

[Gui Xu]

These two words seemed to contain a certain taboo power of words-follow-law, at the moment of utterance, not only deeply burned into the trembling soul of Yu Kong, but also triggered indescribable chain reactions within the remnants of this Sword Tomb Space!

Rumble—!

The earth wails, and the sky sheds blood!

The myriad remnants of ancient swords, which had originally been drawn out and extracted of Sword Dao Will, at the instant the words "Gui Xu" fell, seemed to be given their final destiny! They no longer are merely wrought iron bereft of essence, but begin the true "return."

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Countless fine cracks, like spider webs, instantly crawled over every inch of sword body, every fragment!

Following this, not an explosion, but a dissipation!

As if swallowed by an invisible maw, transforming into the most primal particles, scattering and merging into the ’Xu’ of this space!

Those ancient swords which carried glory and honor, failure and reluctance, at this moment, completely erased from the level of existence, becoming the first batch of offerings to the name "Gui Xu!"

This is not destruction, but a return! A return to a deeper culmination than void!

Yu Kong watched all this, his Heart Spirit splintering! He never thought that "a name" itself could possess such terrifying power! This has exceeded his understanding of power, of realms, of ’Dao’!

These words "Gui Xu" seemed to manifest some supreme law of the cosmos!

What horrified him even more was that as the myriad ancient swords underwent "Gui Xu," this Sword Tomb Space not only did not completely collapse from losing support, but instead stabilized!

No, not stabilized, silenced!

An unprecedented deathly silence!

As if all sound, all light, all laws, even the passage of time itself froze at this moment, assimilated into the concept of "Gui Xu!"

Here, no longer is the Sword Tomb.

Here, is Gui Xu!

Is this the embryonic domain of the existence named "Gui Xu"?!

Yu Kong swallowed with difficulty, the dry feeling mixed with a bloody taste nearly making him retch. He forced himself to lower his head, not daring to further gaze at the figure suspended at the center of the deathly silence.

Merely existence itself is enough to distort reality, define laws!

Could this be the legendary, severed for countless eras, reached one’s own ’Dao’ Ancestor Realm?!

No! That’s not right!

Yu Kong shook his head violently, Ancestor Realm, that is the founder of Dao, the setter of laws, the pinnacle of glory and honor!

While the existence before him gives the feeling of an end! The endpoint of all things! The destination of everything!

This is a completely opposing, yet seemingly supreme terrifying rank!

"Buzz..."

At this moment, the Chaos Profound Sword suspended in Gui Xu’s hand emitted a low and sonorous sword hum.

This sound was not loud, yet clearly pierced through the silence, reaching Gui Xu, and reached Yu Kong’s Heart Spirit.

Gui Xu slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling on the sword in his hand.

Those eyes, blending divine sun’s golden light and annihilating darkness, for the first time, clearly reflected the outline of this sword.

The chaos profound colored sword body, like a mirror, did not reflect the external scene, but a chaos!

A chaos seemingly more ancient and pure than the cosmos at its dawn!

And deep within that chaos, three points of faint light flickered vaguely.

One point, the domineering, unparalleled, self-sovereign golden divine sun! The imprint of ancient will!

One point, devouring all, annihilating everything pitch-black abyss! The origin of Power of Destruction!

And a point weak, yet resilient.

Like a candle in the wind, yet exuding an unyielding light.

That is a clarity belonging to ’Xu Ran!’

Who am I?

This question, akin to an ancient curse, once again echoed from within the depths of the soul.

But this time, Gui Xu’s gaze betrayed no previous confusion and struggle.