The Cliff of Broken Souls had disappeared, and the land for a hundred miles around had been reduced to a desolate, scorched wasteland.
Ye Chen's remains had turned to ashes in the demonic fire, while the shattered golden core of the Holy Son had been forcibly forced into Xiao Wuchen's chest. Despite experiencing a violent rejection reaction powerful enough to tear his primordial spirit apart, Xiao Wuchen still managed to stand up unsteadily.
His hair, which had been jet black, was now as white as snow, and every strand flowed with a chilling sword aura. He looked down at his hands, stained with the golden blood of the Holy Son and his own demonic blood.
Once upon a time, he had been the all-powerful Ninth Prince of the Great Qian Dynasty, able to manipulate events at will. He had also roamed the mortal world with a sword, seeking chivalry and justice.
But now, the Great Qian Dynasty has collapsed, his brother Xiao Guizi has turned to ashes, and even the cultivation world he once prided himself on has been trampled underfoot. The power, fame and even the slightest hint of human affection that he once pursued had all become insignificant and laughable.
'So, besides blood, the only thing I saw when I climbed to this highest point was coldness.' In his mind's eye, the frequently flashing, mechanically-looking red light disappeared, and the constantly fluctuating points, tasks, and rewards all vanished into nothingness.
[Ding! System has detected that the host's emotional fluctuations have reached zero.
[Detected that the host has severed the ties of destiny, achieving the 'Only I, Only the Sword' rank.]
[System logic reorganization: removed the 'Guidance' and 'Reward' mechanisms.]
[Evolution complete: The system has transformed into the 'Demon Sword Heavenly Book'.
In Xiao Wuchen's mind, an ancient, pitch-black book slowly opened, offering no more rewards or directions. Each page became a blood-red wasteland, coldly documenting everyone he had killed and every sect he had destroyed, as well as the unfathomable trajectory of his revenge. It is no longer just a cheat code for him; it is his epic.
In the distance, the three Grand Elders of the Heavenly Gang Sect tore through the void. All at the Mahayana stage, their immense magical power caused the heavens and earth to tremble. But to Xiao Wu Chen, these ancient monsters, who had lived for thousands of years, were no different to lambs being led to the slaughter.
He realised that he had chosen an unprecedented path in history.
He had no companions because the Demonic Sword Immortal's sword energy repelled all living beings. He had no home because wherever he went, only scorched earth remained.
This was an eternal power, but also a curse leading to eternal loneliness. He no longer needed the system's approval or the mercy of the Heavenly Dao.
'You wretched, wicked creature, prepare to die!' the three elders roared in unison, their three immortal swords slashing down with the force to destroy stars.
Xiao Wu Chen remained expressionless, not even raising a hand. The demonic energy within his body, recorded in the Demon Sword Heavenly Book, underwent its final sublimation instantly.
'Transformation into a Divine Realm, Realm Opening.'
A towering, pitch-black demonic sword phantom devoid of hilt or ornamentation rose behind him, possessing only extreme sharpness and deathly stillness.
The sword energy swept across and the spells of the three Mahayana stage elders melted instantly upon touching this deathly aura, like mortal iron entering a fire.
Xiao Wuchen walked through the air, a black lotus blooming beneath his feet with each step.
He was no longer angry or mad; only a chilling calm remained in his eyes. He was the sole demon in the Eastern Wilderness and had been the shared nightmare of the immortal sects for millennia.
'If Heaven does not accept me, then I will establish my own Cold Palace above Heaven.'
His pale hair danced wildly in the turbulent void. Holding the Demon Sword Heavenly Book, he slowly walked towards the deepest part of the sacred mountain in the Eastern Wilderness. Behind him lay the crumbling order of the righteous path; before him lay the endless peak of darkness.
The snow finally fell in the Eastern Wilderness, blanketing the charred earth of Broken Soul Cliff and the blood of the gods that had been spilled there.
Xiao Wuchen didn't hurry to leave. Instead, he personally dug two earthen graves in the shady corner of the ruins: one for Bixie, who had led him into this predicament and had been like a father to him for half his life, and the other for Xiao Guizi's crushed gold medal.
He didn't erect a tombstone because, in this world, only he was worthy of remembering those two names. Xiao Wuchen carried a jug of wine that he had found in the ruins of the Qingyang Sect and poured it over the mound.
'Bixie, you calculated everything, yet you never foresaw that I would reach this point.' "Little Gui, you always said you wanted to see what the Immortal Realm looked like. I'll dismantle those palaces in the clouds one by one and offer them to you as sacrifices."
As the wine poured into the cold earth, the last trace of tenderness in Xiao Wuchen's eyes vanished completely. With a casual wave of his hand, the Great Sin Demon Sword let out a low hum and sealed the two earthen graves deep within the void. From this day forward, there would be no more weakness or attachment to him in this world. Xiao Wuchen turned around to face the entrance to the radiant 'True Cultivation Realm', a higher plane.
It had once been a sacred place coveted by countless cultivators and said to possess true immortal energy, immortal life and perfect laws. But in Xiao Wuchen's eyes, it was merely a giant prison built by an even more powerful group of plunderers.
'System... no, the Demon Sword Tome.' Xiao Wuchen stroked the dark shadow of the book that appeared in his palm, his voice chilling to the bone. 'Record this moment. Today, I will not seek immortality.'
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Time: 99,000th year of the Heavenly Dao calendar
Event: Demon Sword Immortal Xiao Wuchen defies the heavens with his crippled body.
Purpose: To sever the Heavenly Dao, reshape the Six Paths and make all beings equal, even in the face of death.
Xiao Wuchen leapt into the air and transformed into a jet-black meteor stretching across the heavens and earth.
The 'Heavenly Barrier' protecting the True Cultivation Realm sensed this anomaly's arrival and unleashed ten thousand bolts of purple-gold divine lightning, capable of destroying the world and annihilating stars. However, when the bolts touched Xiao Wuchen within three feet, they retreated and shattered as if they had encountered their natural enemy.
He had had enough of judgement, rules and the arrogance of what is called 'perfection' in his life.
'Shatter!'
Xiao Wuchen merged with his sword — the Great Sin Demon Sword, which carried thirty thousand miles of deadly sword intent — and crashed heavily against the Heavenly Gate with a deafening roar. The barrier that had separated mortals and true immortals for tens of thousands of years crumbled under this single strike, turning into countless crystalline fragments. On the other side of the Heavenly Gate stood countless immortal figures, their oppressive power like a vast ocean. The gods and immortal kings who truly held the power of the plane watched this 'incomplete being' who had forcibly intruded with anger and astonishment.
Xiao Wuchen stood atop the shattered remains of the Heavenly Gate, his long black-and-white hair whipping wildly in the wind. Far from dissolving under the onslaught of immortal energy, the demonic sword in his hand trembled with excitement, sensing an even more powerful prey.
He looked at the celestial beings and Buddhas, a cruel yet exquisite smile playing on his lips.
'I am Xiao Wuchen, from the mortal realm.' He slowly raised his longsword, pointing its tip towards the highest imperial throne. 'I've heard that "cause and effect" are valued here. Today, I will settle the karmic debts of tens of thousands of years.' The scene froze at that moment, revealing a solitary, arrogant figure holding a jet-black longsword pointing directly at the dazzling yet hypocritical Immortal Realm.
There were no triumphant songs of heroes; only the chilling presence of the demonic sword ushered in a new era. He was no longer a lowly eunuch or a lackey to the powerful; he was now a judge walking between light and shadow — the nightmare of all those who considered themselves noble.
[The End: The Mortal World Ends, the Demonic Sword Rises] [Xiao Wuchen's killing spree has only just begun...]