Remould the Glory of Sword Art

"If we are to cooperate, we mustn’t hold anything back."

Xie Xuanyi once again drew back the sword fire.

He was quite satisfied with Cheng Er’s openness.

If both sides were to join forces against the Heavenly Phoenix Palace, they ought to lay their cards on the table.

"So... is Xuan Jin still in ’Divine Travel’?"

Ao Ying frowned, a bit puzzled.

She had some knowledge of the legendary Divine Travel.

Plunging into this realm.

It could last for months or even years.

This black coffin was sealed by the Path of Destruction, seemingly not easy to open. If Xuan Jin was lying in this coffin, wouldn’t it take a long time before manifesting?

"Yes."

After laying all cards on the table, Cheng Er felt more at ease.

After all, whether Xie Xuanyi makes a move was not her decision to make.

It was better to reveal all the secrets.

If Xie decided to unsheathe his sword now, she would accept it.

"For him to survive, ’Divine Travel’ is the only path."

Xie Xuanyi looked at the black coffin, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.

He was too familiar with Cheng Er’s plans.

Having stolen his Path of Destruction, sooner or later, she would face his reckoning...

The Paperman Sect was desperate to have Xuan Jin share the spoils in Li Lan Mountain, surely cultivating someone capable enough to stand against him and the Heavenly Phoenix Palace.

"What do you mean?"

Ao Ying was still a bit confused.

"Divine Travel is for Harmonization."

Xie Xuanyi calmly said, "Xuan Jin has been chosen by the Heavenly Phoenix Palace and the Paperman Sect to be ’Harmonization’ material. He possesses the qualifications for Harmonization."

The current world is witnessing a millennium surge of Qi Fortune.

The number of Yang God Realm Great Divine Power users who advanced through Condensing Dao has significantly increased.

The legendary "Harmonization" is no longer a mere impossibility.

Besides Cui Zhen, who underwent second reincarnation, there are indeed others in this world with a chance for "Harmonization."

Such as Jiang Huang, Jun Mountain, and Xuan Jin...

As long as one can cultivate two Great Daos, with sufficiently strong qualifications, they have the opportunity to seize this once-in-a-millennium chance.

"Harmonization!"

Ao Ying’s pupils contracted as she stared at the black coffin, suddenly struck by intense unease.

Xie Xuanyi is currently the only Harmonizer here.

This very Harmonizer directly altered the balance between the Demon Country and the Human Race.

If a second Harmonizer were to emerge...

The situation would once again undergo a dramatic transformation!

She understood Xie Xuanyi’s implication.

From the day Xuan Jin seized the Creation, he was left with only one path to life—Harmonization advancement, to become a Great Divine Power user on the same level as Xie Xuanyi.

Of course, even if Xuan Jin achieves Harmonization, a battle will be inevitable.

If Harmonization succeeds, the outcome of that battle remains uncertain.

If Harmonization fails, the battle would be completely one-sided, with no suspense.

"This world has always been this way—if you want to seize Creation and grab opportunities, you must fight for a slim chance in narrow paths."

Cheng Er said, "After this Divine Travel, Xuan Jin will have a minuscule chance for ’Harmonization,’ Sect Leader Xie, given your current status, you wouldn’t bully a Yin God, would you?"

"Don’t try to press me with that."

Xie Xuanyi waved his hand, expressionless as he said, "I may be the Da Sui Sect Leader, but I’m no gentleman. Moreover... you took my things, they ought to be returned."

"..."

Cheng Er’s forehead was drenched in sweat.

The Provocation Technique was entirely ineffective.

Though Xie Xuanyi was an arrogant person, he seemed unwilling to negotiate this matter.

"This coffin crafted by the Paperman Sect should be capable of awakening him early, right?"

Xie Xuanyi said calmly, "If you wake Xuan Jin now, I may spare his life. If not, I’m sorry... you’ll all have to die here."

Cheng Er was taken aback.

Rumble.

The wind and snow outside the ancient temple suddenly became turbulent, and the pre-buried Array Talisman emitted a crisp tremor.

"Someone’s coming!"

Ao Ying’s expression was solemn, a gleam of her blade sliding out from her sleeve, as the vertical pupil in her Feng Mou slowly opened.

"... They’re from Broken Buddha Cliff."

Xie Xuanyi looked toward the outside of the temple.

His gaze pierced through the temple door, through the wind and snow, as if directly revealing the footsteps of those dozens of miles away.

"Broken Buddha Cliff..."

Cheng Er squinted, sensing something was amiss.

"Weren’t you going to use yourself as bait?"

Xie Xuanyi looked at Cheng Er, calmly speaking, "Now’s the perfect time... take this coffin and leave this temple. If you manage to lure the ’Chi Fu’ big fish in the urn, when the time’s right, I’ll draw my sword."

"You’ll stay here?"

Cheng Er frowned.

"I will stay here."

Xie Xuanyi leaned back, smiling, "Of course, you can also choose to reveal my position to the Heavenly Phoenix Palace. At that time, I will send out one sword too."

This statement appeared calm and collected, but was filled with Killing Intent.

"..."

Cheng Er stared unrelentingly at the injured man in the wheelchair.

Even though she knew this could be Xie Xuanyi’s weakest moment after Condensing Dao, she dared not gamble.

Just as Xie Xuanyi said.

The negotiation was unfair; from the moment she stepped into this ancient temple, Cheng Er was destined to be bait.

To borrow the sword, one must show sincerity!

"I get it."

Cheng Er took a deep breath and raised her sleeve to draw out a flurry of Paper Snow, recalling the black coffin back into her Forehead Cave Heaven. Before leaving, she gave Xie Xuanyi on the chair one last deep glance.

...

...

"You just let her go like that?"

Watching Cheng Er’s departing silhouette, Ao Ying asked in confusion.

She understood.

The moment was perfect for killing Cheng Er.

With one sword, this "second-in-command" of the Paperman Sect would perish instantly, with Xuan Jin in the coffin being destroyed alongside.

In her impression, Xie Xuanyi was not a benevolent person with a temper.

After being robbed of Creation, would he still allow Xuan Jin’s Harmonization?

This was utterly impossible.

"What else?"

Xie Xuanyi sat on the chair, still maintaining that composed demeanor, he looked at Ao Ying and asked with a smile, "Cheng Er is weak, probably only in the Yin God Ten Realms, but Xuan Jin could jump out of the coffin at any moment, at least a Yin God Great Perfection... can you guarantee killing them all?"

"Me?"

Ao Ying was taken aback, subconsciously looking at the vast sword fire.

The grand sword fire flickered oscillated.

She had seen Xie Xuanyi draw his sword in the Ruins—comparing the current sword fire in the temple to when he killed the Filthy Spirit, it was less than one-tenth of its brilliance...

Yet even so, these sword fires already started to waver, looking like they could extinguish at any moment.

"Cough."

Xie Xuanyi let out a heavy cough.

Only then did Ao Ying notice a copious amount of fresh blood was seeping from this young invincible Sect Leader’s chest, with the sewn together flesh somehow tearing apart again.

Xie Xuanyi’s chest and collar were soaked with fresh blood, which then bloomed into a radiant golden fire.

"You..."

Ao Ying said with a complicated expression, "Were you just bluffing?"

"You could say that."

Xie Xuanyi chuckled and, feigning disappointment, said, "These Sword Qi are real, and my lack of strength... is also real. If you were a bit more promising, I could be more spirited and keep both of them in this temple. But unfortunately, you practiced for three years, only reaching the Eleventh Realm of Yin God."