The strongest Ancestor from the Savage Beast Sect positioned here, Teng Ba Zhongzu, had finally appeared, the phantom image of the Eight Desolations Great Serpent manifesting behind him. In a single palm strike, he unleashed the Eight Strikes of the Heavenly Serpent—eight distinct forces colliding simultaneously, dozens of glittering stars blasting towards Lu Yuan, intent on his utter annihilation. This was a thoroughly devastating move.

The sheer, overwhelming aura of primordial chaotic magical power pressed down on the heavily wounded Qiu Qingshan and the others, forcing them flat against the ground. Blood began to well from their nostrils and mouths; in Qiu Qingshan's current state, if Ancestor Teng Ba continued to press down for just a moment longer, he could crush them all to death where they lay. Lu Yuan leaped into the mid-air and swung his Sword Three: Oblivion of Dust!

What a chillingly pure strike it was, carrying an air of transcendence, as if everything in the mortal world was utterly unworthy of lingering over, easily forgotten. Boom! Ancestor Teng Ba’s Eight Strikes of the Heavenly Serpent slammed into the spot Lu Yuan had just occupied, erupting in a massive shockwave.

Lu Yuan’s Sword Three: Oblivion of Dust seemed to have had little effect. Ancestor Teng Ba laughed heartily, "Your sword technique is quite weak. But then again, facing me, how could your technique possess any real strength?

I am an Ancestor of the Savage Beast Sect." He unleashed another barrage of techniques, each strike landing with ferocious intensity. Take, for instance, this move: the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Serpent, its execution incredibly devious and dominant, weaving nine distinct changes into a single attack—utterly troublesome. Or this one: the Eight Serpents Swallowing Heaven, where eight serpentine maws simultaneously lunged, impossible to defend against.

Every technique was overwhelmingly potent, laced with the serpentine quality of cunning. Initially, he clearly held the upper hand, and Lu Yuan, seemingly at a disadvantage, appeared to have no countermeasure. He repeatedly struck with only that single move, Sword Three: Oblivion of Dust.

This consistent style of attack made Qiu Qingshan and the others anxious. Yes, everyone had to admit that this Sword Three: Oblivion of Dust was undeniably beautiful; it truly possessed an ethereal, otherworldly quality that surpassed any other sword move they had witnessed. But!

He had used this single move so many times, and it hadn't achieved anything! If that were the case, why not switch techniques? Lu Yuan's great reputation surely implied more than just one skill.

Despite their mounting worry, Lu Yuan calmly continued employing only his Sword Three: Oblivion of Dust! However, as the exchange continued, Ancestor Teng Ba began to pause inexplicably during his combinations. These were not complex moves, yet he kept getting stuck, and the duration of these stalls grew longer and longer.

While stuck between techniques, he muttered something aloud. "Huh? What comes next in this move?" As he said this, it seemed as if Ancestor Teng Ba had never practiced the latter half of the technique.

But that was impossible; as an Ancestor, surely he wouldn't use an incomplete move in a formal battle. "Huh? What is this technique?

Have I ever practiced this one?" After finishing the current strike, Ancestor Teng Ba was suddenly startled, looking profoundly bewildered. "Where am I? Why does it feel like I'm fighting?" Ancestor Teng Ba stared around with a strange expression.

"Right, who am I?" Ancestor Teng Ba was even more stunned at that moment. Ancestor Teng Ba wore a look of utter idiocy, while Qiu Qingshan and the others were utterly baffled. They had never heard of Ancestor Teng Ba having mental problems.

But if his mind wasn't malfunctioning, how could he not know where he was, what he was doing, or even who he was? This situation carried an inherent strangeness that ran deep. What in the world was happening!

Ancestor Teng Ba could not simply have suffered a breakdown; otherwise, he wouldn't have cultivated to the World Realm. There was only one possibility: Lu Yuan was using trickery. Usually, the reaction he was provoking pointed towards illusionary arts.

However, Qiu Qingshan rubbed his eyes but saw no trace of any illusion. Qiu Qingshan, a Third Heaven expert of the World Realm and a formidable figure, possessed decent eyesight, yet he couldn't perceive anything unusual now. Ancestor Teng Ba was practically reduced to an imbecile, entirely oblivious to these matters.

A flash of sword light sliced through the air, and Ancestor Teng Ba was cut down by that single sword stroke. Lu Yuan retracted his sword back into its sheath. This was Sword Three: Oblivion of Dust.

Naturally, Sword Three: Oblivion of Dust could not be composed merely of illusionary arts; Floating Life Like A Dream contained elements of illusion. Sword Three: Oblivion of Dust was inspired by the Sword of Unremembering Monument. Back then, countless rays of Oblivion Light had impacted his body, and under those circumstances, he had managed to awaken without losing his memories—a truly unique experience.

Based on this Oblivion Light, he had created Sword Three. When engaging an opponent with Sword Three, if the exchange is prolonged, their memories will gradually fade. Of course, if he ceased striking, the opponent would quickly regain their memory.

In other words, the opponent must be constantly struck by the blade for the memory loss to be temporary; it couldn't compare to the true Oblivion Light. Yet, even with so many restrictions, this technique was extraordinarily perverse. This was Sword Three: Oblivion of Dust.

It was finally over. He had created six sword techniques in total, but regrettably, he had only needed to use three: Sword One: Life's Glory Blooms for a Season, Sword Two: Remembering Affection, and Sword Three: Oblivion of Dust. Each used had a distinct special effect and immense power.

It was truly a pity he didn't have the chance to test Sword Four: Emptiness, Sword Five: Sole Sword, or Sword Six: Startling Heavens. His Immortal Sword vibrated with a sharp clang as it returned to its sheath. Lu Yuan shrugged, "All right, it’s finished." Qiu Qingshan and the others were still struggling to process the event.

"Were those sword techniques just now world-ending level moves?" "Yes," Lu Yuan nodded. "May I ask where you learned world-ending level techniques from?" Qiu Qingshan grew excited. For a Supreme Sect, every set of world-ending moves was incredibly precious.

How could he not be thrilled? "If it's inconvenient, just pretend I didn't ask." He naturally understood that such a question might be intrusive; many figures of astonishing talent achieved their power through extraordinary encounters and might not wish to divulge them. Lu Yuan casually waved his hand.

"It's not inconvenient at all. I just created them myself recently." "What! You created them yourself!" Qiu Qingshan was nearly struck speechless with shock.

"Uh, yes, I created them myself." Lu Yuan replied casually, unconcerned. Qiu Qingshan almost groaned aloud. Creating world-ending level sword techniques himself?

Could anyone below the Heavenly Venerate level possess the ability to design such tiers of combat art? Furthermore, the shock wasn't just about the techniques. The second matter was that the previously mentioned Ancestor Teng Ba, one of the Savage Beast Sect's top five figures—a foe that even Ancestor Jian Mie might not easily defeat—had been slain by Lu Yuan.

What on earth had happened? They had heard of Lu Yuan's reputation before, but they had never imagined Lu Yuan had grown this overwhelmingly powerful. Our Sword Sect has produced another remarkable figure!

Qiu Qingshan and the others felt a surge of renewed spirit. The emergence of such an astounding genius within the Sword Sect was naturally excellent news for them. "Then, let's head back to the Three Sect Alliance," stated Qiu Qingshan.

The twenty-plus individuals immediately flew toward the alliance. Along the journey, there was no obstruction from the other two sects on Earth Dragon Star. The two Supreme Elders of the other two factions—Old Ghost Fu from the Peerless Gate and Xiong Baili from the Thousand Peaks Gate—both elders whose names commanded respect, found their minds racing incessantly.

Lu Yuan! Previously, whether it was Old Ghost Fu, Xiong Baili, or anyone else, they all believed Lu Yuan's solitary venture into Beast Soul Mountain meant certain death, that he possessed not a sliver of chance to win. But what did they witness next!

Lu Yuan’s first strike was a sword move reminiscent of a single blooming season amidst the passing parade of life—a sword embodying the splendor of existence. With that one strike, thirty people were instantly vaporized. Following that, Lu Yuan executed several more moves, causing the rampaging Xiong to be consumed and slain by his own overwhelming rage.

And finally, even Ancestor Teng Ba of the Ancestor level entered the fray. Such a figure’s engagement was earth-shattering because, fundamentally, an Ancestor should have found dealing with a mere Lu Yuan effortlessly simple. But what was the result?

Ancestor Teng Ba was also killed by Lu Yuan, and Lu Yuan had used only one move repeatedly, never needing a second, ultimately causing Ancestor Teng Ba's strange defeat. This terrifying combat record left Old Ghost Fu deeply shaken. The Fu family of the Peerless Gate had truly made a terrifying enemy.

Beside Old Ghost Fu, a member of the Peerless Gate inquired, "Supreme Elder Fu, should we pursue and kill Lu Yuan? Are we really going to let Lu Yuan and the others from the Sword Sect escape?" Old Ghost Fu smacked the subordinate on the head. "Are you brain-dead, or am I?

Even Ancestor Teng Ba lost to Lu Yuan in such a baffling manner. What chance do I have if I go out there?" Indeed, Old Ghost Fu and the members of the Peerless Gate and Thousand Peaks Gate weren't unwilling to stop Lu Yuan; they were terrified to stop him. Lu Yuan’s battle had been overwhelmingly dominant, silencing them into awe.

They feared that intercepting Lu Yuan would only lead to their demise by his sword. The three distinct sword techniques Lu Yuan displayed had left an overwhelmingly profound impression on Old Ghost Fu of the Peerless Gate and the leadership of the Thousand Peaks Gate. Meanwhile, at the Three Sect Alliance, the Thousand Waters Gate and the Fire Control Gate were fully alert, yet dared not send aid to Lu Yuan on Earth Dragon Star.

Doing so would be tantamount to leaping directly into the trap set by the Thousand Peaks Gate and the Peerless Gate. They could only remain fully prepared, which in turn prevented the Thousand Peaks Gate and the Peerless Gate from making any rash moves. This readiness was the only way they could assist Lu Yuan.

Still, for Lu Yuan to go to Beast God Mountain alone, it would be a miracle if he weren't killed. Ji Qianyu of the Thousand Waters Gate glanced at the hourglass beside him. "He's been gone so long; Lu Yuan must be mostly dead or captured by now." On the other side, Zhu Yan of the Fire Control Gate nodded as well.

"It's not that we won't help Lu Yuan, but we have no means to. Fine, let's send word to the Sword Sect, reporting that Lu Yuan might be captured or killed, and see how the Sword Sect reacts. After all, Lu Yuan is a key figure in the Sword Sect, extraordinary." Ji Qianyu and Zhu Yan were discussing how to handle the situation when, suddenly, an unforeseen event transpired.