Chapter 964: No More Firmament Sword

All realms extinguished!

The long river surged violently. In that moment, Cang lost control of the River Chronicle, and with Qiong’s frenzied absorption, Cang roared in madness!

At this instant, Su Yu, even without merging with heaven and earth, might have had a chance to slay Cang.

But to kill Mo Yan, that was far from enough.

And Su Yu needed to eliminate them all.

Thus, at this moment, Su Yu shattered heaven and earth, merged into the River of Time, and stepped forth from it, returning to the river.

Within the river, countless Lan Tian appeared, countless Wan Tiansheng emerged, and the wills of others roared in unison!

Split!

Split the great paths, so Su Yu could master them, reorganize the paths, and even birth a new River Chronicle, founded on the Record of Civilization.

King Wen, Wen Yu… these figures began to split the great paths.

The entire river howled in frenzy.

The River of Time, stable for eons, now began to break apart, to be sundered.

In the distance, Hei Lin suddenly revealed a faint smile.

With a single sword strike, he unleashed a dazzling black radiance, the power of annihilation erupting wildly, carrying madness and a smile, charging toward Mo Yan!

Just block Mo Yan!

Within the River Chronicle, the three-tenths power he controlled was also consumed frantically. He could not escape this, but he could drain that power, allowing Su Yu to grasp more of the river’s strength!

“Su Yu…”

Hei Lin laughed. Boom!

His sword pierced the heavens!

Mo Yan roared as well, punching out flames of annihilation that engulfed Hei Lin, but Hei Lin clung to him tenaciously. Wait a little longer, just a little longer—Su Yu could succeed.

He must!

If Su Yu succeeded, all would be well.

…

At this moment, Su Yu transformed into a gate, sealing the void.

Then, his acupoints spread, his own great path already fully merged with heaven and earth. Now, his flesh became heaven and earth, his acupoints opened, and he began to fuse with the River of Time.

Lan Tian roared: “Drag the great paths, merge them into Su Yu’s acupoints, build a new heaven and earth!”

With that, he split into countless forms, then quickly fused into 720 Lan Tians.

Each Lan Tian instantly stretched into a channel, connecting to Su Yu’s acupoints. Lan Tian bellowed: “Take me as the road, split the great paths, merge the paths!”

He became the bridge to Su Yu!

Split the river’s great paths, then let Su Yu fuse them!

Boom!

Thunderous sounds echoed. The 720 channels formed by Lan Tian could barely withstand the surging power of the river, which now churned violently.

At that moment, Wan Tiansheng split into over a dozen forms and said: “Let me continue the path of the seven emotions and six desires!”

His figure stretched out, channeling the power of the great path through heaven and earth, through Su Yu.

At the same time, a black aura spread. Liu Hong laughed: “The path of death—I shall transmit it!”

The voice of the Great Zhou King came simultaneously: “The paths of silence and prohibition—I shall handle them!”

…

One by one, the mighty figures acted,

turning themselves into channels, replacing the tributaries, transforming them into conduits to Su Yu. Thus, Su Yu could more easily master the power of the great paths.

These people moved with incredible speed.

Deep within the river, King Wen, Wen Yu, and several other experts swiftly split out one great path after another. The river surged ever more violently, and the River Chronicle trembled fiercely!

At this moment, Cang roared. The River Chronicle shook wildly, and the entire river convulsed. He knew what Su Yu intended!

Impossible!

Cang howled in fury, raging and cursing!

“Qiong, you useless fool!”

“Get away!”

Cang thundered in rage: “Qiong, this heaven and earth is ours! It belongs to the Sky-Shattering Sword! When the world was first opened, the Sky-Shattering Sword shattered because of it. This realm absorbed everything from that sword—I am merely reclaiming what is mine!”

He would not yield!

He was furious!

This heaven and earth was his.

Long ago, when the Lord of Time opened the world, the Sky-Shattering Sword could have remained intact. The Lord of Time could have created this river alone, but deeming it too weak, he sacrificed the sword to forge a mightier river!

The Sky-Shattering Sword was broken!

Qiong was utterly drained, later recovering bit by bit through cultivation. Cang fared better, reviving quickly with the remnant power of the sword. On that day of revival, Cang had but one thought: this heaven and earth is mine!

Since the Sky-Shattering Sword was shattered, this river would become the new sword!

He wanted to reclaim what was his!

What was wrong with that?

Hei Lin wanted nothing of the river, nor did he wish to become its spirit. He rejected it all—so why could Cang not take it?

Cang struggled madly, roaring and bellowing.

“Qiong! Get away…”

Qiong was frantically absorbing his power, and Cang was caught in a dilemma: either relinquish control of the river, or focus on killing Qiong. After all, Qiong was also a 39-path expert.

Now, draining his power from afar, Qiong was rapidly growing. If this continued, once Su Yu mastered heaven and earth…

Cang dared not think!

He roared and began to absorb Qiong’s power in reverse. Qiong, weaker than him, instantly felt the power he had just drawn being sucked back.

“Su Yu… how much longer?”

Qiong bellowed as well. How much longer?

If this dragged on, he would be drained dry by Cang. Wasn’t it agreed that he would drain Cang? Wasn’t it agreed that Cang would not drain this worthless scrap?

Why was Cang draining him?

And Su Yu, now a gate, then a human form, coalesced above heaven and earth. His 720 acupoints blazed with radiant light. At this moment, Lan Tian and the others had forged channels for him, conduits to draw from the river’s great paths!

Wen Yu and the others were swiftly splitting the great paths, ready for Su Yu to master.

Everyone strained every nerve, seeking ways to help Su Yu quickly grasp the great paths.

And Su Yu dared not delay either. On one hand, he erupted with power, solidifying the void, sealing the void, preventing the essence of all realms from dispersing, preventing the primordial energy and laws of all realms from scattering, lest those who had perished all die and be unable to revive.

On the other hand, he was continuously fusing countless great Daos!

One by one, the great Daos were swiftly drawn into Su Yu’s acupoints; he was seizing control of the long river—one, two, three…

Great Daos were merging!

At that moment, Cang let out a frenzied roar and suddenly struck at Su Yu with a sword. The power was not as great as before, but still immensely strong, exceeding forty-two Daos. This strike was aimed primarily at severing the passage formed by Lantian and the others!

He would not allow Su Yu to smoothly merge the Daos. As long as Su Yu could not merge them quickly, once the wave of annihilation across all realms ended, he could once again take control of the River Book.

Su Yu was hard to kill, but the others were easy!

“Absorb!”

Boom!

As soon as Cang made his move, Qiong erupted wildly. With a thunderous crash, the sword energy Cang had just unleashed was absorbed by Qiong. At this moment, Qiong reverted to his sword body, but cracks began to appear all over it!

The original body of the Cangqiong Sword had been shattered and broken, later picked up by Hongtian. When Qiong obtained it, it was already in pieces.

But he had forcibly fused it together!

Now, however, the sword body was splitting apart again.

Cang was furious beyond measure and roared, “Qiong, what are you after? Even if Su Yu wins, what can he give you? Don’t forget, you and I were originally one. If I win, I can help you restore yourself to the Cangqiong Sword of old!”

Qiong, what are you after?

This was something Cang could not understand!

You and I were one; you are merely a sword, a broken sword. By serving Su Yu, what can you gain?

How many days have you known Su Yu?

Does it make any sense for you to fight to the death for him now?

At this moment, Qiong was also overstuffed, his sword body constantly splitting. Hearing these words, he suddenly laughed, his laughter shaking heaven and earth: “What am I after? Cang, I seek nothing! All I know is that I am a swordsman! A sword cultivator! A swordsman must charge forward without hesitation, must be single-minded, must walk the unique Dao!”

“Cang, you are not me, and I am not you. By cultivating ten thousand Daos, you are no longer the sword of creation! As a swordsman, cultivating some damned ten thousand Daos—you are no longer pure!”

“…”

Cang was so angry he wanted to vomit blood. No longer pure?

Who said that as a sword, one must only cultivate the sword Dao?

What was wrong with a sword cultivating ten thousand Daos?

Qiong was an idiot!

“Then go die, you worthless scrap!”

Cang roared in fury, his voice laced with anger and mockery: “You waste, worthy of absorbing my power? Back then, you were already foolish beyond measure. During the creation of the world, knowing the Cangqiong Sword would shatter, you idiot kept pouring in power. If not for you, how would the Cangqiong Sword’s body have broken?”

He mocked Qiong for being an idiot!

At that time, he and Qiong were one, jointly wielding the Cangqiong Sword. But when the Lord of Time created the world, Qiong, that fool, wanted to output all the power within the Cangqiong Sword, including his own divine script power!

Cang, on the other hand, was far more shrewd!

He hoarded much power, so after the creation, Qiong started from scratch, cultivating bit by bit, even losing all the spiritual essence of that era, essentially beginning anew.

But Cang was already a cultivator of thirty-six Daos from the start!

This was something Qiong could never match.

At this moment, Qiong vaguely recalled something and suddenly said, “Cang, you are the real idiot!”

Qiong’s voice now carried a hint of disdain, a touch of mockery: “As a sword, as a sword meant only to kill enemies, as the sword of the Lord of Time… a sword cultivator’s sword, at the moment of desperate battle, you actually had your own calculations… Why do you think the Lord of Time abandoned us?”

Qiong said coldly, “Do you think our shattering, the Cangqiong Sword’s breaking, was a predetermined outcome? If back then you had thrown yourself into it without hesitation, expending all your power, would the Lord of Time have truly let us shatter? But when a sword begins to devour its master… do you think anyone would still want it?”

Was the Cangqiong Sword discarded back then truly because the Lord of Time no longer needed it?

Did he have to shatter this sword that had been cultivated for countless ages?

At this moment, Qiong felt that might not be the case!

Perhaps it was some of Cang’s actions that angered the Lord of Time, leading him to choose abandonment and shattering!

A sword, when its master needs it to fight to the death, harbors its own thoughts and holds back power—if a great battle erupts, would it not devour its master?

Who would keep a sword that devours its master?

Shattered, it was no loss, just using waste.

At these words, Cang trembled slightly.

The next moment, Cang roared, “I did not devour my master! He was the one who wanted to shatter us first, and I only fought back!”

Qiong could not be bothered to argue further.

With such thoughts in Cang’s mind, the shattering of the Cangqiong Sword back then was not unjust. A sword cultivator’s sword naturally takes the sword cultivator as its master; if the master wants it shattered, it should shatter. As a sword, there should be no thought of resistance.

No one would tolerate their weapon resisting them at a critical moment.

A weapon giving birth to a spirit—that was acceptable.

The spirit’s emergence was only to unleash the weapon’s greater power, not for the weapon’s master to consider whether it would shatter at the moment of striking. If so, then weapons would no longer be allowed to give birth to spirits.

Qiong’s voice soon rang out again, tinged with coldness: “I said many things in all realms have become spirits—flowers, grass, trees can all become spirits. But in all realms, among weapons, the one that truly became a spirit, besides me… seems there is none. Perhaps that is also your doing!”

Weapons of all realms might carry some spiritual essence.

But none of the weapons in all realms had truly become spirits, spirits with wisdom. Even Qiong had only become a spirit because of the events of that era.

And who knew if that was not the Lord of Time’s deliberate design?

Cang could not be bothered to argue. At this moment, he had no mind for it. With a furious roar, sword energy scattered!

Boom!

Qiong absorbed that sword energy again. With a thunderous crash, Qiong’s sword body completely split apart. Cang’s face was cold and merciless: “You are just dregs. If you keep absorbing, you will burst yourself—serves you right!”

Qiong’s aura suddenly surged to its peak, madly devouring all the sword energy, and he said with equal coldness: “Would a sword cultivator fear death? Cang, I am a sword cultivator; you are not! A sword would rather be shattered jade than whole tile—once the sword is drawn, there is no turning back!”

Since the sword had been drawn, there was no turning back!

Fear death?

That was Cang, not me, Qiong!

Rumble!

Pieces of the sword body shattered, just as Cang had said—he was only dregs, unable to withstand such powerful sword energy. Now, the sword body he had absorbed earlier broke apart piece by piece, while Qiong turned into a point of light, expanding continuously.

If this continued, Qiong would die too.

But at that moment, on Su Yu’s side, he had already constructed countless acupoint Daos and was rapidly merging them.

Su Yu’s voice resounded through heaven and earth: “Qiong, thank you! If this battle is won, I will help you forge a new sword body! You will no longer be the Cangqiong Sword—cast off the past, forge a new sword!”

This was Su Yu’s promise!

This sword of creation, at this moment, had displayed the true quality of a sword cultivator.

As for Cang, his mind was too cluttered, impure.

If it were Su Yu, back then, even the Lord of Time might have shattered—what use was a sword that refused to obey?

Qiong did not reply.

At this moment, Qiong swelled rapidly, on the verge of bursting apart, and Su Yu shouted again: "Qiong, if you burst, preserve some spirit! Die old, stabilize the spirits of all dead beings..."

With that, Su Yu roared: "Solidify!"

Boom!

From all directions, walls appeared like countless doors—he was going to seal off the myriad realms completely!

Rumble!

The thunderous sounds continued; at this moment, Su Yu's portal power radiated out, sealing the myriad realms entirely!

He was the first to construct the paths of sealing and imprisonment; one by one, his acupoints lit up. Su Yu originally had the power of 44 paths, having fused hundreds of acupoints. Now, though the River of Time was mighty, the essence of the Great Dao remained the same.

At this moment, breaking and rebuilding the paths was extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, Su Yu fused 180 acupoint paths!

And this time, it was faster, his strength greater; he even discarded all impurities, and Su Yu's power was rapidly recovering and growing.

The River Book, with a thunderous crash, shattered a corner.

At this moment, between heaven and earth, a new book emerged—the Annals of Civilization!

Su Yu's Annals of Civilization!

He did not take over the River Book; Su Yu was constructing his own Book of Heaven and Earth!

Since he wanted to control, he would discard some things left by the Lord of Time and completely master the myriad realms.

Su Yu's aura recovered to 42-path power in an instant, but that was not enough.

Fast as it was, it was still far from sufficient.

Qiong was also on the verge of collapse, about to burst from absorbing too much power.

And at that moment, King Wen and Wen Yu instantly transformed into channels, both roaring; this time, they directly connected to Su Yu's hundreds of acupoints, bringing countless paths to merge and sweep in!

Wen Yu's voice rang out: "Su Yu, kill the Demon Flame, preserve its body... when I wake up, I want to eat it!"

Wen Yu's voice was cheerful and expectant.

At this point, she was very eager to eat the Demon Flame.

That was a primordial beast as powerful as 46 paths!

The meat of a primordial beast should be delicious; Wen Yu even said with longing: "Its meat has been slow-cooked by Little Fire for countless years—it must be very tasty! Well-seasoned!"

Hearing this, the Demon Flame roared in anger, throwing a punch that sent waves of apocalyptic aura over Black Scale, and bellowed: "Wen Yu, who eats whom is still undecided!"

Wen Yu actually wanted to eat him at this moment!

But Wen Yu, completely ignoring his roar, connected to Su Yu's acupoints, merging path after path rapidly, and said with some delight: "Su Yu... you haven't promised me yet..."

Su Yu's laughter echoed: "I'll try my best; I may not be able to preserve the body, but if I can, I'll keep it for you!"

Boom!

Su Yu's aura surged—43 paths!

Still not enough!

At this moment, Su Yu stirred the river; the river suddenly rippled, releasing a powerful force that pressed down in all directions!

Controlling the river had another purpose: to suppress the enemy!

The pressure of heaven and earth!

The essence of the River of Time was still very strong, at least 49-path power, stronger in essence than the Demon Flame and the others.

At this moment, the power of heaven and earth began to increase!

The river's power, which had no effect on the Demon Flame and his kind before, now erupted with a faint pressure—not too strong, but already perceptible to them.

The Demon Flame roared, flames burning the sky!

Between heaven and earth, a portal appeared.

The Demon Flame charged toward the sky, wanting to fight outside—this place was unsafe!

Boom!

A loud crash sounded; a portal appeared between heaven and earth, blocking his path. Su Yu's voice was indifferent: "Since I have become the portal, do you still think you can leave?"

There was no way he would let him go!

The Demon Flame was strong, with 46-path power, but Su Yu was not weak either; moreover, this portal was actually a treasure, forged by the Lord of Time long ago to imprison and convert Black Scale.

The Demon Flame glared coldly at Su Yu, ramming against the portal several times without breaking it. Behind him, Black Scale still followed. The Demon Flame said coldly: "Su Yu, do you think you've already won? You're far from it!"

At that moment, the Demon Flame let out a sharp howl!

Boom!

In an instant, he transformed into a flame, and atop the flame, two heavens appeared!

The heavens he had opened!

One within the myriad realms, one outside.

Both heavens were now immensely powerful. The Demon Flame, with a hint of coldness, his voice shaking the air: "Su Yu, I had planned to kill Cang first, seize the River Book, and then merge the dual heavens! Using the river as my foundation! You forced my hand!"

Su Yu had forced him, forced him to merge the dual heavens now. As a result, even if he later devoured the river, he might not achieve his goal. What was his goal?

He wanted to reach 50 paths!

The Demon Flame knew things they did not know, things Su Yu and the others did not understand.

In this chaos, the strongest limit was 49 paths!

It was impossible to become stronger!

But beyond this chaos, there existed even stronger beings, like the Lord of Time.

And even 49 paths might not be enough to break through this chaos and enter other regions. He wanted to leave this chaotic region and truly step into that supreme land—he needed to be even stronger!

Otherwise, no matter how strong, he would only be the supreme overlord of this chaos!

The Demon Flame's ambition was vast!

To devour the river, to perfectly merge the dual heavens, he had schemed for so many years. Now, Su Yu was about to ruin his chance!

How could he accept that!

In that instant, the Demon Flame forcibly merged the dual heavens. Imperfect? So what?

Compared to failure, imperfection was acceptable. Even if imperfect, after devouring the river, reaching 49 paths would be enough. He could find a way later.

...

And Su Yu was slightly startled.

At this point, the Demon Flame's dual heavens were not fully merged—this was something he had not expected.

The next moment, Su Yu's physical body trembled!

A mighty aura swept across the four directions, and Su Yu once again recovered to the power of forty-four paths. At this moment, he hesitated no longer, delayed no more, ignored the Demon Flame, and in an instant charged toward Cang!

He had to kill Cang, fully seize control of the Long River, only then could he hope to instantly enter the Dao, or even become stronger, and thus smoothly slay the Demon Flame!

“Boom!”

A thunderous crash rang out as Su Yu threw a punch, transforming into countless portals that pressed down upon Cang. Cang, originally a powerhouse of forty-six paths, had been severely wounded several times, the Long River Book somewhat out of control, and a great deal of his power devoured by Qiong. At this moment, he was barely on par with Su Yu in strength.

But that was not all. In this instant, Su Yu, bearing the power of the Long River, surged forward and turned the tables, suppressing Cang instead.

Cang roared in fury and struck at Su Yu with his sword!

Boom!

Under the deafening crash, Cang staggered back, trampling the Long River. The Long River Book at his side shattered a few more pages. Cang was utterly enraged, utterly helpless, and unwilling. He bellowed in fury, “Why?!”

Why could Su Yu seize thirty to forty percent of the Long River’s power so quickly?

At this moment, Su Yu had already taken control of one-third of the Long River, while Cang, after countless ages of toil, had only managed to seize seventy percent. Now, Su Yu had snatched half of it away in an instant!

This was unfair!

“Why?”

Su Yu’s face was cold: “Because this world was never yours to begin with. You are merely a servant who devoured its master! A sword spirit that turned on its owner—what more do you expect?”

“Turned on its owner?”

“Devoured its master?”

Cang, half-mad, struck at Su Yu again and again with his sword, his voice seething with rage: “What do you mean by devouring the master? I am the Sky-Spanning Sword! I served him for countless ages, slew countless mighty foes for him, carved out a fearsome reputation for him across the vast cosmos! What do you know? I transformed from sword into spirit. If he had any true feeling, he would have let me go long ago, instead of shattering me here!”

At that moment, from afar, Black Scale suddenly chuckled softly: “Cang, you are very foolish!”

“Indeed, very foolish!”

Su Yu snorted coldly as well, throwing a punch. The Record of Civilization materialized, instantly covering the four directions, gathering the sword aura, and he said with some disdain: “The bystander sees clearly! Can’t you see it yet? This Long River is clearly the next weapon that the Lord of Time intends to forge for himself, and Black Scale is most likely the new spirit of that weapon! If you had obediently cooperated with him in opening the heavens, even if you exhausted your power, the Lord of Time would probably have helped you recover, or even let you leave… You had become a spirit, with your own thoughts… Though I don’t know if he would have done so, the chances are high!”

“But you, at the final moment, began to devour your master. Not utterly annihilating you was already an act of kindness! If I were the Lord of Time, I would have destroyed you completely long ago! Do you really think that at his level, he couldn’t tell that you had held back your strength?”

In Su Yu’s view, the Lord of Time’s creation of a new world might have been solely to forge a new weapon!

The Sky-Spanning Sword might have been set free, for it had given birth to a true, thinking, wise spirit.

“Impossible!”

Cang roared!

Impossible!

But in his heart, a violent tremor shook him.

Could it be so?

Was his master’s opening of the heavens back then meant to forge a new weapon?

If he was forging a new weapon… then naturally, he would no longer use the Sky-Spanning Sword.

He thought of many things!

He recalled that day when his master muttered to himself, saying that from now on, there might never again be a chance to use the Sky-Spanning Sword. He had thought his master intended to utterly destroy the Sky-Spanning Sword, so he rebelled!

He preserved his strength, unwilling to be completely annihilated!

But… what if… what if his master had not meant that, had not intended to shatter him completely, but only meant that he would let him go?

Did his master know of his desire to leave?

He should… have known!

At this moment, Cang grew even more frenzied, striking at Su Yu again and again with his sword, shouting wildly: “No! You are all just guessing! He would never let me go! He only wanted me to kill for him, until I shattered into pieces!”

Su Yu was merely breaking his Dao, breaking his heart!

It couldn’t be like this!

But now, Su Yu was growing stronger, his voice icy: “If he truly wanted to destroy a sword like you, would it need to be so complicated? It’s just a weapon! Is shattering it so hard? If he really wanted to annihilate you, would you have had any chance to survive? As a swordsman, if he couldn’t even sense that his own sword had held back its power, then how utterly useless is the Lord of Time?”

“The fact that he didn’t destroy your spirit, in my view, is merely out of some lingering attachment—used it for so long, he was somewhat reluctant to part with it… Otherwise, would you still be alive?”

Though it was speculation, Su Yu felt it was almost certainly true!

The real situation was most likely exactly that.

“No…”

Cang was still howling, but Su Yu was fusing more and more Daos, each one drilling into his body. Originally, he had only been evenly matched with Cang, but now he was forcing Cang back step by step. The Long River Book beside Cang shattered more and more!

Cang’s face changed drastically: “Black Scale! If the Long River Book breaks, you will die too…”

But Black Scale paid him no heed, instead striking at the Demon Flame with his sword!

At that moment, the Demon Flame was still merging the two heavens, but he could still handle Black Scale.

Cang was panicking!

Now, Su Yu had seized about forty percent of the Long River’s power, while Cang was on par with Black Scale. Cang was unwilling, deeply unwilling: “Su Yu, I spent countless ages and only managed to take seventy percent of the Long River’s power. How can you grasp forty percent so quickly…”

Su Yu sighed: “Nonsense! We were born from the myriad worlds, one with them! And you? You are like a house—you are merely the shovel and spade in the builder’s hand, just a tool. Once the house is built, does it become yours?”

The house is mine, and it belongs to all the beings of the myriad worlds!

You, a mere tool, want to seize control of the house? What are you thinking?

At that moment, Su Yu’s aura trembled again. In an instant, countless acupoints fused, reaching the point of three hundred and sixty acupoints merging.

And in the blink of an eye, Su Yu’s aura crossed into the forty-fifth path.

But Cang was greatly suppressed. The power of heaven and earth—at this moment, Cang held less of it than Su Yu, who used it to crush him down!

Cang was unwilling, so unwilling!

He roared in fury: “Su Yu, don’t be smug! Even if you can kill me, this Long River was left by that man for Black Scale! Since you say this is the new weapon he forged for himself, will he give it to you? Black Scale is the true spirit of this Long River!”

Su Yu said coldly: “So what?”

“…”

Cang almost spat blood!

Don’t you really care?

Why does everyone seem so indifferent?

Just then, Su Yu reached out and summoned a sword into his hand. Qiong was weak, its sword body completely shattered.

Su Yu laughed: “Almost there, Cang. You’ve stirred up such a storm—you should be satisfied now!”

In that instant, the power of all the myriad worlds surged into the long sword.

Seeing this, Cang immediately fled upward!

Flee!

He was being suppressed by Su Yu. Now Su Yu wielded more power than he did, and stronger too, while Cang was constantly losing his grip on the Long River. If this continued, he would surely die!

But Su Yu did not give chase. He only continued to draw upon the power of the myriad worlds. The next moment, with a low shout, the entire myriad worlds were suddenly enveloped by a single portal!

In that instant, the myriad worlds seemed to freeze for a moment!

Time stood still!

No, in truth it was merely the freezing of space, yet in that instant, all sound vanished, the long river ceased to flow.

Su Yu, having reached the forty-fifth path, suppressed Cang with the pressure of heaven and earth, his strength now surpassing Cang's.

Three hundred and sixty acupoints merged in an instant!

The Chronicle of Civilization materialized, instantly fusing into Qiong's sword body. In that moment, Qiong's aura also surged. Su Yu struck out with his sword, bearing an unmatched momentum, a power vast and boundless—a single sword stroke that reflected across the myriad heavens!

Cang, it was time to die!

And Cang, in that moment, slammed headlong into the Gate of Humanity. With a thunderous roar, the gate trembled but did not shatter.

He had failed to escape!

Cang, with a hint of despair, turned back, suddenly transforming into a sword, a sword aura hurtling toward Qiong!

And Qiong's voice carried a trace of coldness: "A false sword cultivator!"

Long since no longer pure!

Such a sword cultivator was beneath Qiong's contempt, just as he disdained Su Yu—Su Yu as well—but the sword Su Yu used was me!

I am a true sword cultivator, and that is enough!

"Open Heaven!"

"Open Heaven!"

The same roar erupted from the mouths of Cang and Qiong!

Identical sword techniques!

Yet Qiong's sword aura was filled with sharpness, with the spirit of slaughter, charging forward without hesitation—a silver-white sword aura burst forth!

While Cang's sword aura was ever-changing, mingled with the power of ten thousand paths.

The two sword auras collided—Boom!

A great sound resounded in all directions. Qiong's sword aura, charging forward without pause, directly shattered Cang's sword aura. The aura scattered, dispersing in all directions. The next moment, the two swords clashed!

With a crack!

The sword that was Cang's incarnation suddenly snapped at the tip, shattered in an instant, broken by the long sword that was Qiong's incarnation. Qiong's voice rang out again: "I told you, you are impure!"

Cang's voice followed, tinged with despair: "Impure? Qiong... you fool, you dare speak to me of this... If Su Yu hadn't provided you with greater strength, how could you have shattered me? The myriad paths—only strength and weakness exist... Where is this purity or impurity..."

At this moment, even in defeat, Cang refused to accept Qiong's view!

Must a sword necessarily cultivate the sword path?

"I won anyway!"

Qiong was somewhat smug: "You lost!"

Lost!

Rumble!

The sword of Cang shattered continuously, and the River Chronicle also broke apart piece by piece. The fragmented power was all drawn away by Su Yu.

The remnants of the River Chronicle suddenly turned black, with only a force of annihilation rippling through.

At that moment, Cang's shadow emerged, forlorn, a look of resentment and unwillingness on his face. He suddenly raised his head toward the sky, toward the chaos: "I was originally your sword. Since you forged a new blade... why... did you not let this new blade be controlled by me?"

"..."

In the distance, Su Yu shook his head. Hopeless!

Cang, on one hand, hoped the Lord of Time would let him go, giving him a chance to dominate a region; on the other hand, when the Lord of Time forged a new blade, he wished to control it. So, was the Lord of Time not even allowed to forge a weapon?

Such reasoning, Su Yu could not comprehend.

Was the Lord of Time's desire to convert Black Scale, to reforge the spirit of heaven and earth, the spirit of the weapon, also born from Cang's imperfection?

Cang's thoughts were still vastly different from those of a human!

And to convert Black Scale using the path of the seven emotions and six desires—that might align with human thought. Could this be the unity of man and weapon?

Whatever!

Boom!

In that instant, a great sound shook heaven and earth.

Cang's figure shattered completely!

In the void, Qiong's form appeared. At this moment, he did not absorb the power scattered by Cang, but instead looked somewhat complex, quickly turning solemn!

He would not absorb Cang's power!

Because Cang was no longer pure!

He was no longer the Sky-Spanning Sword of yore!

And he, Qiong, was still the Qiong of old. Whether he had gained spirit or not, he was still Qiong, still a sword cultivator. Let the myriad paths bloom like a thousand flowers—he would walk only his own sword path!

"Never again shall there be a Sky-Spanning Sword in this world!"

Qiong uttered a low cry. Cang was dead; in this world, only his Qiong Sword remained!

And at this moment, Su Yu was frantically absorbing the power of the great path. Qiong did not want it, but Su Yu did not mind. Besides, he was not Qiong; their paths differed.

In the distance, the demonic flame aura rose again, nearly completing the unity of the two heavens.

The aura was immensely powerful!

With a hint of coldness, he looked at Black Scale, who was entangled with him. Su Yu had killed Cang and grasped more of the power of heaven and earth—and all of this seemed inseparable from Black Scale. What a detestable creature!

But Black Scale revealed a faint smile. At this moment, his smile was profoundly meaningful, as if... he had already acquired human emotions.

The path of the seven emotions and six desires had finally succeeded!