Grand Return System

One Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate

The battlefield transformed into a kingdom ruled entirely by the sword.

Under that overwhelming pressure, everyone’s faces turned pale.

Many cultivators instinctively retreated several steps.

Their hearts pounded violently.

Their souls trembled.

This was not merely sword intent.

It was heavenly might.

It was the pressure of a supreme treasure acknowledged by the heavens themselves.

The First Mist Immortal Sword possessed an authority that ordinary cultivators simply could not face directly.

Even Martial Emperor Realm experts would never dare boast that they could withstand a direct strike from such a weapon.

The pressure alone made breathing difficult.

The surrounding space continuously distorted.

Sword light illuminated heaven and earth.

At that very moment—

Caelan Everwind’s expression became extremely ugly.

His eyes darted across the battlefield.

He knew very well...

If Leon were allowed to continue fighting alone with the immortal sword, every one of them would eventually be defeated.

His gaze sharpened.

He suddenly shouted,

"Everyone, attack together and kill him!"

His voice echoed throughout the battlefield.

The words instantly awakened everyone from their shock.

Indeed.

Leon had become far too dangerous.

The moment the First Mist Immortal Sword appeared, his combat strength had risen dramatically.

Fighting him one-on-one was practically impossible.

The only chance they had...

Was to overwhelm him through numbers.

Otherwise...

Forget obtaining the Eternal Genesis Pill.

They might not even survive.

For a brief moment...

Everyone exchanged silent glances.

No one spoke.

Yet they all seemed to reach the same conclusion.

One after another, powerful cultivators stepped into the immortal sword domain.

Treasures floated overhead.

Sacred Arts gathered in their palms.

Sword intent.

Blade intent.

Spear intent.

Palm techniques.

Every expert fixed their eyes upon Leon.

Not one of them looked away.

The battlefield had changed.

Moments ago...

Everyone had been fighting one another.

Now...

Every weapon pointed toward a single man.

Leon slowly swept his gaze across the crowd.

His purple eyes remained calm.

There wasn’t the slightest trace of panic.

Instead...

A faint smile appeared on his face.

’So...’

’You’ve finally decided to come together.’

’Good.’

’That saves me the trouble of looking for each of you individually.’

He sneered inwardly.

Raising the First Mist Immortal Sword with one hand, Leon stood alone in the center of the battlefield.

His midnight robes embroidered with fine amethyst threads fluttered gently in the violent winds.

His long black hair danced behind him.

The immortal sword shone with brilliant radiance.

He looked less like a cultivator...

And more like an immortal descending into the mortal world.

"Alright..."

"All of you attack together!"

His voice was calm yet carried unquestionable confidence.

"One or two..."

"What’s the difference?"

The corners of his lips curved slightly.

"Those who aren’t afraid of death..."

"Feel free to come up..."

He casually waved the First Mist Immortal Sword.

A single slash tore a massive rift through the surrounding sword domain.

His movements were effortless.

Relaxed.

Almost leisurely.

As though he were merely taking a peaceful walk instead of facing dozens of Pinnacle Realm experts.

That composure...

Made everyone even more nervous.

The pressure weighing upon the crowd grew heavier.

Some cultivators unconsciously tightened their grips on their weapons.

Others swallowed nervously.

Even before the battle resumed...

Their confidence had already begun to waver.

Caelan Everwind gritted his teeth.

"Hmph!"

"Leon..."

"So what if you possess an immortal sword?"

His voice boomed across the battlefield.

"In the end..."

"You’re only at the early-stage Pinnacle Realm."

His eyes burned with unwillingness.

"Even if you wield an immortal sword, you can’t possibly unleash its true power."

He slowly raised another treasure in his hand.

Mana surged wildly around him.

"There are so many of us here today."

"I refuse to believe..."

"You can still overturn the heavens."

His words reignited everyone’s courage.

"That’s right!"

The Butcher laughed coldly.

His broken weapon had already been replaced with another massive blade.

Though inferior to his previous one, its aura remained formidable.

"I might as well kill you today..."

"And snatch your sword."

Greed overflowed from his eyes.

He had never feared risking his life for treasure.

The First Mist Immortal Sword...

Was worth any gamble.

Leon simply smiled.

The smile was faint.

Unhurried.

"Haha..."

"Cut the crap."

His grip tightened around the immortal sword.

"Come on."

His expression never changed.

Even while facing countless experts...

He remained as calm as an ancient mountain.

With the First Mist Immortal Sword in his hand...

He possessed the confidence to face the entire world.

Caelan’s eyes filled with killing intent.

"Hmph..."

"Let’s see how long you can remain arrogant..."

With an angry roar, he became the first to charge.

His sword slashed across the sky.

A crimson sword arc rushed toward Leon like a raging dragon.

At almost the exact same moment—

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Every expert moved.

The sky instantly filled with countless attacks.

Palm seals.

Sword lights.

Blade shadows.

Treasures.

Sacred Arts.

The heavens themselves seemed ready to collapse beneath the overwhelming torrent of power.

Their goal was simple.

Leave Leon nowhere to escape.

"Die!"

The furious roar echoed from every direction.

Instantly...

All the experts surrounding the battlefield charged toward Leon simultaneously.

Yet Leon did not move.

He slowly closed his eyes.

His breathing became calm.

Steady.

Almost peaceful.

It was such a strange action that everyone froze for a split second.

Confusion spread across countless faces.

"What is he doing?"

One cultivator frowned deeply.

Another hesitated.

"Has he..."

"Given up resisting?"

That doesn’t seem right...

A heartbeat later—

The answer arrived.

Boom!

A terrifying sword intent burst forth from the barrier overhead.

It descended like the will of heaven itself.

The sky shook violently.

Within a radius of a hundred kilometers, hurricanes roared into existence without warning.

Countless streams of Mana spiraled through the air, twisting into an enormous vortex above the battlefield. Mountains trembled.

Cracks spread across the earth.

Even the scattered corpses left behind by the battle were swept into the storm.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

"What... what is this?"