With a sharp whirr, a full seven arcs of sword energy, brilliant as rainbows, abruptly soared into the clouds. Accompanying them were Wei Xu and the six others.

Unrestrained by the limitations of the Thirty-Three Heavens, they arrived above the colossal tower. The remaining six swords were wielded by Wei Xu's fellow disciples.

Only the Lianshen Pseudo-Sword rested in Lin Xuanxuan's hand. The Seven Swords converging immediately triggered thousands of auspicious rays, countless streaks of cyan and white light gathering in the sky.

A vast sword intent permeated outward, piercing every corner within this Azure Mortal Realm. Puffs of blood mist blossomed here and there throughout the realm, causing the Immortal Realm cultivators who had rushed in to be unable to resist even the sword intent; their very bodies were instantly pulverized.

Beside Zong Shou’s sword platform, more than ten cultivators attempting to assault the Nine Palaces Sword Formation exploded into fragments, their flesh and blood scattering beautifully and tragically all around. “What a magnificent Cangsheng Seven Swords—” In Shui Lingbo’s eyes, strange light flickered, revealing a hint of hopeful joy.

The Seven Swords had only just united, not yet fully deployed, and already possessed such divine might. Regarding the true power of this sword formation left by the Xi Zi, everyone present felt even greater anticipation.

If only, after the Seven Swords combined, they could drive these great enemies away. Zong Shou shook his head slightly, glancing with regret at the Lianhun Sword still plunged before the main hall of the Academy.

It was a pity this sword was masterless; otherwise, today’s battle would have been without doubt, and there would be no need for such anxiety. He also felt a sense of pity for that supreme immortal sword; after today’s battle, this main Lianhun Sword would likely be permanently locked away in the treasury, never to see daylight again.

The nameless sword in his hand, however, was vibrating violently at this moment. More information, like a flood, surged into Zong Shou’s consciousness.

“U-u-u-se-se-se—Dis-dis-dis-aster—Vow—Lord—Emperor—Thirty-Three—Daluo—Slay-slay-slay-slay-slay!” Perhaps understanding that agitation was useless, the characters formed by the sword spirit’s intent in his sea of consciousness gradually became clearer. Was this nameless sword spirit saying the sword formation was useless?

That disaster was still inevitable? But how could this sword spirit know?

It seemed too uncanny. And those later characters—‘Lord, Emperor, Thirty-Three, Daluo’—Zong Shou still did not understand their meaning.

However, how could this nameless sword know of the ‘Thirty-Three Daluo Heavens’? Had it just heard it?

Zong Shou frowned and remained silent. He vaguely felt that he had missed something extremely important.

This nameless sword was far more complicated than he had imagined. Just as he was contemplating, the myriad-zhang sword gleam in the air, under Lin Xuanxuan’s direction, gradually converged into a single beam.

Except for Wei Xu, who needed to expend most of his energy to undergo the tribulation, the other six were giving their all. “Seven Swords become One, Heaven’s Will and Mortal Life.

Capable of punishing all evils, capable of slaying all beings!” An incomparably grand and majestic sword intent erupted once more. This time, nearly all cultivators below the Saint Realm within the realm were oppressed by this sword’s might, all tumbling down to the ground, unable to hover in the air.

Some whose strength was slightly inferior were forced to kneel! More patches of blood mist burst apart.

And in the firmament, the brilliant, gorgeous, magnificent, and supremely majestic sword light was swirling and weaving in the clouds, making a serpentine turn before plunging downward toward the Thirty-Three Heavens. Zong Shou’s pupils contracted sharply; he was startled and horrified.

It was the Will of Heaven! The combined power of the Cangsheng Seven Swords had actually entangled and stolen the will of heaven and earth, making it their own use.

Naturally, this was impossibly strong; no wonder it could breach the formation barriers and possess the power to contend with the Supreme Realm! To say it plundered the creation of heaven and earth would not be an exaggeration in the slightest.

Under the sword light, the expressions of Qing Xuan and the other eight Supreme Realm Saints changed drastically. But only for an instant; Qing Xuan’s expression returned to normal, and instead, he tutted in admiration.

“Controlling the will of heaven and earth—this is the mystery after the Cangsheng Seven Swords unite? A pity the main sword is a replica.

Heaven’s Will is vast; can it really be controlled so easily?” The spiritual radiance of the five-colored banner flowed, and then the space contained within the light film trembled incessantly. It gave observers the feeling that the space was being pulled apart.

Indeed, the Yuqing Realm’s Qingwei Heaven where Qing Xuan stood had completely separated from the Azure Mortal Realm at this moment, existing independently. The sword strike impacted empty space, only causing the spiritual light of the five-colored banner to dim slightly for a moment.

That light film also showed signs of disintegrating. The sword light, carrying the Will of Heaven, could not truly evade the blow simply because the ‘Yuqing Realm’s Qingwei Heaven’ separated from the main realm.

The sword momentum did not diminish and continued its descent without pause. Yuan Jiang and Scholar Zhu, positioned above the Thirtieth Heaven’s Yulong Tiansheng Heaven, both frowned.

The two of them did not possess magical means like Qing Xuan’s to establish their own heaven within the realm and evade the sword momentum. In an instant, they understood that the combined Seven Swords, alone, could not be withstood.

Yuan Jiang did not hesitate; he exhaled a breath of white vapor. It inflated against the wind, transforming into countless white celestial lightning bolts that exploded successively in the sky, slightly impeding the sword momentum for a moment.

Simultaneously, he took out a great seal, upon whose base the characters ‘Ding Guang’ were inscribed, and fiercely struck out toward the sword light. With a muffled clang, the space around Yuan Jiang instantly solidified.

The sword energy relentlessly sliced the Ding Guang Seal into powder. Fortunately, immediately following, a jade slip flew over at the right moment.

Countless characters blossomed upon its surface, precisely shielding the two figures within. With another heavy boom, both of them were completely unharmed, but their forms simultaneously dropped downward until they regained their footing on the Twenty-Seventh Heaven.

The eight Supreme Realm Saints looked at each other. Although the main sword was missing from the Cangsheng Seven Swords and replaced by a pseudo-sword, the might of this sword formation was enough to contend with two Supreme Realm experts without difficulty.

This was still because the ones who resisted were Yuan Jiang and Scholar Zhu; were it someone with slightly weaker cultivation from the Taihuang Tashi level, they might have been directly smashed into dust by this sword momentum. Meanwhile, within the realm, the numerous disciples of the Cangsheng Dao, though cheering wildly, were inwardly overjoyed.

The stronger the Cangsheng Seven Swords, the greater their Cangsheng Dao’s chance of victory in today’s battle. Merely the first strike nearly overwhelmed the late-stage Supreme Realm Saints, Yuan Jiang and Scholar Zhu, forcing them back to the Twenty-Seventh Heaven’s Hanchong Miaocheng Heaven; this gave them immense pleasant surprise.

With the descent of these two, the entire Thirty-Three Heavens Great Formation became even more complete. Above the Thirtieth Heaven, apart from Qing Xuan, no one could restrain Xiu Guan.

The spatial rifts were recovering, almost returning to the state before the great battle began. The portion of space connecting to the Cloud Realm outside the realm was again affected by the Myriad Immortal Array, being segmented into countless residual fragments.

And the Lianshen Pseudo-Sword in Lin Xuanxuan’s hand vibrated and sang with a long hum, magnificent, heroic, and disdainfully supreme, with the six Cangsheng Swords acting as its attendants below it.