Rumble! The docking sequence had begun. The New Sword World, like a blade honed to impossible sharpness, stabbed in from an alternate dimension, sweeping aside anything in its path—it was an assault of world-level power that no one could hope to wield.

This force, exquisitely sharp, surged toward Lu Yuan. He poured his entire focus into guiding it toward his stomach, banking everything on success. Lu Yuan braced himself for severe injury to the organ.

The New Sword World slammed heavily against his stomach. In that instant, countless radiances dissolved into nothingness. The sword was sheathed; the light of the sword naturally vanished.

Success! A surge of joy flooded Lu Yuan’s heart. Yes, he had finally done it; his stomach remained completely unscathed.

Now, with the New Sword World docked and connected, it was time to utilize the stomach's power. As if drawing energy from ordinary food, he began to harness the power of the New Sword World linked to his stomach. Lu Yuan slowly, bit by bit, drew upon its strength.

He found the power of the New Sword World seeping, drop by drop, into his palm, flowing down into his waiting sword. Good. This sudden flash of inspiration actually worked.

No wonder the ancients said that transcending the World Realm Eighth Level, the True Realm, to reach the Ninth Level, the Unification Realm, had no fixed method—one had to devise their own way to utilize it. Then, continue! Let the power of the New Sword World be mine to command.

The power of the New Sword World continuously surged into Lu Yuan’s palm. Ten percent of the power! Twenty percent of the power!

Thirty percent of the power! Fifty percent of the power! Eighty percent of the power!

Wait. At this point, he felt a sticking, a bottleneck. Within the original Sword Scroll World were areas shrouded in profound mystery, containing things utterly arcane.

Although Lu Yuan had fully integrated the Sword Scroll World, making it part of his New Sword World, the original still held many hidden treasures. Unleashing them all at once proved unexpectedly difficult. Nevertheless, "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One; upon the Dao of the Sword, let it serve me." Lu Yuan roared, "Should I one day forge a Civilization, I shall surely restore and glorify the Dao of the Sword!" These words seemed to echo across the ages, resonating with the Sword of the Epoch itself.

Ninety percent of the power! One hundred percent of the power! Rumble!

In that singular moment, Lu Yuan felt infinite strength residing in his palm. The entirety of the New Sword World's power was held within his grasp—absolute, complete success! Simultaneously, Lu Yuan sensed massive transformations occurring throughout his body.

Countless lights seemed to revolve around him. He even witnessed myriad auspicious phenomena erupting in the void—as if Sacred Dragons, Fierce Tigers, and Phoenixes materialized beside him, accompanied by thousands of threads of purple mist and immense rainbows spanning the firmament. This was the celebration of heaven and earth, honoring the birth of a new powerhouse at the peak of the World Realm Ninth Level.

The World Realm Ninth Level was truly rare within the Central Celestial Dynasty, holding a position near the apex of life itself. Excellent! Lu Yuan circulated his magical essence; the surge was profoundly noticeable.

Most critically, he could now inject the magical essence of the New Sword World directly into his attacks, doubling their destructive force. The hardness of his physical body had also increased significantly. With a mere casual wave of his hand, he felt his strength subtly inching toward perfection.

Indeed, perfection! The current World Realm meant striving for individual perfection across all aspects. The Civilization Realm, however, meant transcending perfection.

He could leave now. Being defeated by the mere World Realm Seventh Level Jiuhuang Ji with fifteen slashes last time was truly embarrassing. Just as Lu Yuan prepared to exit, he found himself unable to.

The Heart of the Stomach seemed to have solidified into a strong acidic barrier, trapping him inside. What was happening? Lu Yuan pondered for a moment and understood.

It turned out the Heart of the Stomach was restricting his exit. Precisely—the Heart of the Stomach was treating him as the Sovereign of Chaos Stomach Acid, demanding that he become even stronger, capable of digesting this very barrier before he could leave. Very well.

Since leaving was impossible, he might as well dedicate himself to dissolving this acidic shield. Lu Yuan now essentially held the status of the Chaos Stomach Acid Sovereign; the Chaos Stomach Crystals resided within his New Sword World. With minimal effort, he absorbed the strong acid barrier.

Immediately, a lake of strong acid materialized within his New Sword World, its acidity rivaling the grandeur of the stomach acid wielded by the Chaos Civilization Master of old. Ah, perhaps I should try a sword strike? Among the Five Flavors Swords, there was the Acid Sword of Wind.

If he separated the Acid Sword of Wind and combined it with this lake of strong acid, what kind of blade would manifest? Lu Yuan flicked a finger, and instantly, a rather plain burst of sword qi emerged. Hmm, no effect.

The Acid Sword of Wind combined with the lake of strong acid produced nothing—the effect was utterly mediocre. Wait! Lu Yuan had accidentally tested it with his hand just now.

The resulting strike, though seemingly insignificant, struck his hand and caused agonizing pain. He felt his hand instantly begin to burn, his fingers seemingly on the verge of corrosion—how terrifyingly fierce! This was the true power of his sword strike: outwardly unremarkable, yet possessing immense actual destructive capability.

Excellent. This sword strike was immensely powerful, worthy of inclusion as the second in his unorthodox sword path. He decided to name it the Sword of Ten Thousand Acids!

Its purpose was corrosion; it could erode opponents, even dissolving their magical artifacts despite their defenses. Now it was time to leave. With the strong acid barrier gone, Lu Yuan rushed straight out, soaring into the sky, bursting from the Heart of the Stomach and entering the Lake of the Stomach, then flying up from the Lake.

After rocketing skyward, Lu Yuan realized the current situation was dire. For instance, in the battle between the Fashheng Emperor’s Scion and the Huangsheng Emperor’s Scion, the former had held the upper hand previously, but this time the Huangsheng Emperor’s Scion was winning. A hearty roar echoed across the void from the Huangsheng Emperor’s Scion: "Fashheng Emperor’s Scion, do you know why I can defeat you?

Last time I was inferior, but upon returning, the Son of Desolation offered me significant guidance, pointing out the flaws in your techniques and helping me enhance my combat power. Now that your strength is fixed beneath mine, yield and be defeated!" Massive lightning exploded where the two clashed. The Huangsheng Emperor’s Scion truly held the advantage; the Fashheng Emperor’s Scion was in grave danger.

What a formidable Son of Desolation, who managed to elevate the Huangsheng Emperor’s Scion’s fighting strength above the Fashheng Emperor’s Scion, leaving the latter significantly wounded. On the other front, the Faxiao Emperor’s Scion and the Faqiang Emperor’s Scion were being pursued by the World Realm Tenth Level Jiuhuang, the World Realm Ninth Level Jiuhuangba, the World Realm Ninth Level Yuanjuexin, the World Realm Ninth Level Yuanjuechi, the World Realm Eighth Level Jiuhuangtai, and the World Realm Seventh Level Jiuhuangji—a siege by six experts. Facing this assault, both the Faxiao Emperor’s Scion and the Faqiang Emperor’s Scion were sustaining grievous injuries, facing imminent death under the combined onslaught.

In this confrontation between the Ancient Fagu and the Ancient Desolation, the Ancient Desolation held the absolute upper hand—a rare sight in previous engagements. In truth, many predicted that the Ancient Desolation was destined for a significant rise sooner or later, perhaps even climbing higher among the Five Great Ancient Civilizations. After all, the Son of Desolation had emerged—a man destined for the Civilization Realm, with a high probability of ascending to the Lord of Civilization.

If he reached that pinnacle, the strength of the Ancient Desolation would increase exponentially. ... The two major battlefronts between the Fagu and the Ancient Desolation were proceeding fiercely.

Just then, Xu Yuan burst out of the Lake of the Stomach. Those nearby showed a flicker of surprise. Several figures from the Fagu faction inwardly acknowledged that Lu Yuan was not so easily killed.

However, they immediately lost the opportunity to dwell on it, as they were overwhelmingly outmatched, facing danger with almost every move. The Ancient Desolation forces reacted with slight astonishment. Jiuhuang Ji sneered, "Still not dead?

Lu Yuan, it seems you possess a fate that refuses to end. However, I spared you last time by not pressing the pursuit; had I landed the sixteenth strike, you would have been cleaved in two instantly. This time, however, I will slice you into forty-nine pieces to fully demonstrate my blade mastery.

Lu Yuan, you have indeed gained notoriety, and perhaps possess some strength, but you unfortunately ran into me." He spoke with profound arrogance, no longer taking Lu Yuan seriously—merely someone he had nearly killed with fifteen strikes. Of course, this wasn't because Lu Yuan was overrated, but because Jiuhuang Ji himself was too powerful, destined for fame in the Central Celestial Dynasty. "Are you finished with your nonsense?" Lu Yuan snapped.

This man was clearly unwell, still intoxicated by the sweet dream of his fifteen-strike victory over him. Lu Yuan felt obligated to shatter that delusion. Jiuhuang Ji let out a cold laugh.

"To escape death under my blade and still dare to be arrogant—how laughable. Today, I shall let you witness my true ultimate technique, the magnificently extravagant Vast Desolation Blade Art." His blade exploded in the void, and waves of furious blade intent instantly converged. Desolation!

Sea! The great ocean of the Primordial Era. That ocean birthed all things, and yet it annihilated all things.

Both nurturing and punitive—a contradictory entity. This set of sword techniques seemed to govern everything, brimming with the majesty of ages past. The creator of this blade art must have been extraordinary.

Within this set of techniques, there was a faint scent of the Sea Civilization, a hint of true Civilization. Civilization, whether in magical essence, technique, or any other aspect, represented a near-supreme power. The World Realm represented individual perfection, whereas Civilization represented the perfection of an entire race, an entire civilization—a fundamentally different concept.

Although Jiuhuang Ji could not unleash the true splendor of this blade art, even this mere glimpse was phenomenal. Jiuhuang Ji was filled with confidence, certainty burning within him as his blade technique churned the void. He intended to kill Lu Yuan this time, ensuring no chance of escape.

His peak World Realm Seventh Level magical essence was stimulated to its absolute maximum.