The Yin-Yang Sword Guards operated in pairs. The male wore white sword robes, the female wore black. One represented Yin, the other Yang. They cultivated the Yin-Yang Sword Canon — specifically, the military soldier volume. One cultivated the Yang Sword, the other the Yin Sword.
When both swords united, Yin and Yang gave birth to each other. Not only did their power multiply, but their minds were also attuned, working in perfect harmony to deploy the Yin-Yang Sword Formation — a fearsome technique. Refining such a bond was not easy. Both had to be placed into the Yin-Yang Sword Pool, where their bodies and bones were tempered by Yin and Yang sword energy. Only through the cycles of Yin and Yang could they find a perfectly matched partner. Then, they would fuse their Yin-Yang Sword Seeds, never to be separated again.
The one leading the Yin-Yang Sword Guards was none other than Qi Lingyun. Although a woman, she exuded a heroic aura. Her sword intent was sharp and awe-inspiring. She had already received the true teachings of Emei. The Emei Immortal Sect was said to have inherited the lineage of the Supreme Dao Ancestor and was part of the sword cultivator tradition. Its core legacy was the Supreme Yin-Yang Sword Canon, a technique of extraordinary might — said to be invincible once mastered.
Qi Lingyun was a direct core disciple, naturally cultivating the sect's most central inheritance.
Her sword cultivation was formidable. In swordsmanship, one strike could break through ten thousand techniques.
At this moment, leading the Yin-Yang Sword Guards, she stepped forward and declared loudly:
"Qi Lingyun of Emei leads the Yin-Yang Sword Guards to assist in battle. Generals, please assign us our task."
Her brows radiated heroic spirit.
Her voice rang with confidence. Since she came, it was to make Emei's name known. Within Da Yi, there were far too many outstanding geniuses. Compared to Emei's limited territory before, Da Yi's talent pool was many times greater. Previously, when Da Yi claimed the citizens raised by the various sects, the sects went together to the Sacred King's Palace to negotiate with Yi Tianxing. As a result, Yi Tianxing promised them one thing:
As long as they sincerely obeyed Da Yi's laws and edicts,they would be allowed to recruit disciples from across the entire Da Yi Sacred Court —every region, every immortal city.
Where previously a sect might choose disciples from tens or hundreds of millions of people, now they could draw from dozens of trillions.
This gap was self-evident.
Naturally, the chances of discovering geniuses increased dramatically.
According to records, the probability of geniuses emerging among newborns within Da Yi was much higher than normal. This was the subtle effect brought by the unification of Da Yi and its immense destiny. It directly increased the odds of gifted individuals being born. This was a proven phenomenon. In recent years, the younger generation had been filled with talents, enlightened by schools and academies.
This was why every imperial exam in Da Yi produced waves of elites. Many current city lords rose through this very process.
Such talent was something the sects also deeply craved.
Now that Da Yi had lifted restrictions and allowed sects to recruit across its territories, this was a groundbreaking move. The probability of attracting geniuses increased greatly — but only if the sects remained loyal to Da Yi.
If a sect could not consistently recruit top-tier disciples, decline and extinction were inevitable.
Da Yi had the power to suppress them all, but it chose not to.
After all, sects were human institutions, part of the Human Race's collective strength. If they could be utilized, so much the better. Even if given the right to recruit disciples within Da Yi, whether they could attract geniuses depended entirely on their own ability.
After all, Da Yi offered everything — cultivation methods, resources, and more. As long as one had Merit Points, one could exchange them for any cultivation technique, even top-tier ones. And Da Yi didn't lack such techniques.
The highest tier of cultivation methods were those born of Heaven and Earth — shaped by natural law and divine insight. These were called Supreme-Grade Techniques (Tian Gong). Of course, some Supreme-Grade techniques were created by supreme beings whose power rivaled the heavens.
Below this, techniques were ranked by four levels: Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow — each further divided into four tiers: Jing (Scripture), Dian (Classic), Gong (Art), and Fa (Method).
Da Yi's Scripture Repository held techniques across all levels, including many at the Classic and higher levels.
For Da Yi citizens, the repository was open — as long as one met the conditions, they could inherit techniques freely. Let alone the fact that it also contained teachings from the Hundred Schools and Human Race sages — far superior to what most sects could offer.
Thus, if a sect wanted to compete for disciples within Da Yi, it had to become famous. Its name had to spread throughout Da Yi.
This was the real reason so many sects sent their Dao Soldiers (道兵) to fight so eagerly.
On the battlefield, if a sect's Dao Soldiers stood out — killed more enemies — their names would be spread quickly throughout Da Yi, even reaching every Immortal City. That would naturally attract the attention of young geniuses, who might then be willing to join their ranks.
After all, sects did have their advantages.
They could provide targeted training, individual guidance, focused resources, and their core inheritance — directly and without exchange, unlike in Da Yi, where Merit Points were required.
Of course, difficulty varied by person.
"Emei's Yin-Yang Sword Guards — this Dragonbone Ladders is yours to defend. Do not let a single enemy step onto the Iron-Blood Great Wall!"
A commander of the Wall Defense Forces barked out the order coldly.
They were merely sect Dao Soldiers — on the battlefield, they had to follow orders. If they didn't, they were worthless.
"Understood. We will follow military orders."
Qi Lingyun clearly understood battlefield protocol. Military orders were iron laws — unbreakable, absolute. No force could disobey. And going to war was what they had hoped for all along.
With a wave of her hand, millions of Yin-Yang Sword Guards immediately followed her onto the Dragonbone Ladders.
Enemies could ascend the Ladders to the wall — but from the wall, the soldiers could just as easily charge down it.
Splat! Splat! Splat!
As soon as they set foot on the Ladders, the Sword Guards revealed terrifying coordination. With synchronized movements, they unleashed sword lights. Their war swords transformed into flying swords, shooting forward.
Ferocious beasts blocking the path were instantly pierced through.
The Sword Guards' weapons were flying swords. They used the art of Sword Control. As their swords danced through the air, bloody flashes erupted — cries of beasts rang out endlessly.
Millions of flying swords shredded through the assaulting forces.
Black and white sword lights crisscrossed like meat grinders, slaughtering savage birds and beasts alike.
"What terrifying sword control. The Yin-Yang Sword Guards are formidable. Swords beheading enemies from a thousand miles away… I wonder what level their sword control has reached."
Watching from above, Yi Tianxing showed a trace of interest at the corner of his mouth.
Sword control was a technique of killing — perfectly suited to war. Swift as lightning, deadly as thunder. The beasts nearing the wall were shredded into blood mist in an instant. Its lethality was clear.
ROAR!!
Just as the Yin-Yang Sword Guards were slaughtering recklessly, a chilling roar echoed from the void.
A massive Wind God Wyvern suddenly descended from the skies. It extended two enormous dragon claws and, in a flash, snatched up two Yin-Yang Sword Guards. With a crushing grip, their bodies exploded into blood and flesh — utterly brutal.
At the same time, its wings stirred the air, summoning a terrifying divine wind. Within that wind, countless sharp wind blades shimmered, hidden within the gale, nearly invisible.
In the blink of an eye, an entire squad of Yin-Yang Sword Guards was shredded into pieces by those hidden wind blades — their remains splattered across the stairway.
"Kill!!"
But in the next second, sword lights flashed.
Flying swords transformed into thousands of streams of light — forming intertwining black and white sword dragons. The Yin-Yang sword energies flared, and one Wind God Wyvern was instantly torn to shreds, exploding into a mist of blood.
"Sword light division — not bad."
Yi Tianxing nodded inwardly.
This was a mark of the Sword Cultivator path — the ability to divide a single sword light into many. Reaching this point meant they had truly entered the sword path — stepped over the threshold.
At that moment, other Dao Soldiers also arrived.
Unit after unit, under the orders of their commanders, rushed to different Dragonbone Ladders, clashing with the allied armies of the six realms in brutal combat.
The scenes were horrific.
Even Dao Soldiers, unafraid of death, suffered casualties — especially those with weaker cultivation. The battle losses were not small.
The offensive launched by the six realms was simply too ferocious.
Their armies surged endlessly.
If it weren't for the tireless defense from the city wall, using Godslayer Crossbows and Rune Rifles to suppress them, the enemy would have already stormed the walls by now.
That said, the sect Dao Soldiers were indeed powerful. Their arrival helped halt the assault. The enemy could not breach the wall.
"You really think this is enough to stop us? Then you've underestimated us far too much. It's time you learned… what true battlefield weapons really are."
Emperor Jin Gang's pupils narrowed, his voice cold as frost.
Clearly, the current situation was far from satisfactory to him.