Chapter 89: Sword Light Illuminates Heaven and Earth, Ten Thousand Swords Pay Homage

Chapter 89: Sword Light Illuminates Heaven and Earth, Ten Thousand Swords Pay Homage

Sword resonance!

Abrupt and utterly unexpected.

One resonant note followed another, growing increasingly intense, resounding in all directions and echoing across Huntian Sacred Mountain.

Above the sacred mountain, strands of sword light materialized out of thin air, condensing into existence, radiating an astonishing sword might that blotted out the sky and covered the earth.

The sword light gathered, the resonance melodious, as countless sword-related phenomena manifested out of nowhere.

Powerful figures from Huntian Sect emerged from their locations, appearing mid-air, their eyes gleaming with divine light as they fixed their gazes upon the spectacle of sword light.

The sect master and the elders within Huntian Palace also stepped outside, their eyes locked onto the phenomenon.

The sword light above grew denser, spreading endlessly until it enveloped an entire mountain peak.

"That is..."

"Juejian Peak!"

The Dao Integration Realm elders exclaimed in shock.

"Such a phenomenon... This is unmistakably the sign of Dao Integration!"

For a moment, all the elders were bewildered.

"Could it be... Wang Yuandao has healed his Dao Foundation injury and is attempting Dao Integration once more?"

Tuoba Wuxiang also considered this possibility, his face darkening with worry.

Attempting Dao Integration again!

It wasn’t impossible, but the problem was that Wang Yuandao had already failed once. If he failed this time, it wouldn’t be a matter of how much lifespan he had left—he would perish instantly, without even a breath’s delay.

If Wang Yuandao were to die now, Juejian Peak would struggle to survive.

After all, though Chen Feng had shown extraordinary talent, he was still far from ready to shoulder the responsibilities of a peak master.

Yet, regardless, Wang Yuandao’s attempt at Dao Integration was like an arrow loosed from a bow—there was no turning back.

All they could do was hope he succeeded.

Even if... the odds were slim.

They had no idea that Wang Yuandao had obtained the dragon-shaped saintly herb Chen Feng retrieved from the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, which not only healed his Dao Foundation injury but also greatly aided his Dao Integration.

The sword resonance grew increasingly clear and melodious, as if piercing through layers of time to arrive in the present.

The sword light condensed to its peak, stretching for 150 kilometers above Juejian Peak, releasing boundless radiance and an unparalleled sword might, like a true sun of the sword path hanging in the heavens—peerless and unrivaled.

The sword might surged outward in all directions, centered on Juejian Peak, vast as a mighty river, impacting every corner of the land.

Everyone felt it.

Chen Feng sensed the Flowing Cup Sword at his waist tremble slightly before unsheathing itself, letting out a joyful resonance as it transformed into a streak of sword light soaring into the sky.

The sword light was agile and clear, like a meteor streaking across the heavens, ascending swiftly, covering thousands of meters in an instant.

The Flowing Cup Sword’s flight was like a signal.

Among Huntian Sacred Mountain, many were swordsmen, and at this moment, they all discovered that the swords in their hands, at their waists, or on their backs began to tremble before unsheathing and flying out, tracing profound and mysterious arcs as they burst forth with dazzling radiance.

Like countless fish swimming through the air, they converged toward the sky above Juejian Peak.

Tens of thousands of swords ascended in unison, weaving through the air—a sight so magnificent it was unforgettable, etched into memory like a brand.

Chen Feng's eyes reflected tens of thousands of sword lights, his mouth slightly agape, his face filled with shock. The impact on his heart was unprecedented.

He was just a little novice in the Body Forging Realm.

Yet, he was witnessing such an unimaginable spectacle.

The sword light illuminated a hundred and fifty kilometers, with ten thousand swords soaring together...

The impact on his mind and body was indescribable, beyond comprehension.

Then, Juejian Peak trembled slightly, and an incredibly high-pitched sword resonance rang out. A blazing sword light shot into the sky.

That sword light was dazzling and peerless, its brilliance so intense it seemed to surpass all past and present. The moment it appeared, it instantly suppressed the hundred-and-fifty-kilometer sword light, dimming its radiance.

Within the sword light, a faint figure could be seen.

That figure soared into the sky, standing proudly beneath the hundred-and-fifty-kilometer sword light, surrounded by countless swords that trembled joyfully, as if paying homage.

"Wang Yuandao!"

The elders, peering through the brilliant sword light, recognized the figure and exclaimed in unison.

"Master!"

Chen Feng also cried out, filled with joy.

Though he couldn't see clearly, he could hear the elders' words.

It seemed his master's Dao Foundation injuries had healed, and he had once again achieved Dao Integration.

On Tiancang Peak, Mo Wusheng stared intently in the direction of Juejian Peak, his gaze fixed on the figure being worshipped by ten thousand swords beneath the hundred-and-fifty-kilometer sword light. His expression was incredibly complex.

At times, hatred flickered in his eyes, his teeth clenched. At other times, it turned into confusion.

He and Wang Yuandao were of the same generation, having competed since they first joined the Huntian Sect. Even now, they were still rivals.

But ever since Ye Yunqi died in the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, Mo Wusheng had not shown himself.

In truth, Mo Wusheng also suspected whether Ye Yunqi had been killed by Chen Feng or the Quasi-Sect Heir of the Qi Sha Hall.

Both were possible!

Yet, there was no evidence.

Nor could he directly confront Chen Feng, especially under such circumstances.

He had only been waiting for the day when Wang Yuandao's lifespan would run out—that would be his moment to strike.

But now, it seemed... that day was far, far away.

Above Juejian Peak, beneath the hundred-and-fifty-kilometer sword light, Wang Yuandao stood with his hands behind his back, his figure like a sword, exuding an unparalleled sword might that shook heaven and earth.

"Today... I, Wang Yuandao, have achieved Dao Integration at Juejian Peak..."

A majestic voice, like the resonance of ten thousand swords, suddenly rang out, resounding across all peaks and islands of the Huntian Sect, brimming with pride and boundless ambition.

In the next moment, the hundred-and-fifty-kilometer sword light funneled down from the sky, condensing into a sword light as slender as a little finger.

That sword light was refined to its utmost, like a divine ray, as if condensed from the first divine radiance at the dawn of creation, containing unparalleled mysteries and the essence of the Great Dao.

Within that sword light, visions of a single sword cutting through light and ten thousand swords soaring together faintly appeared.

Then, that slender divine sword light slowly descended into Wang Yuandao's head from above.

Wang Yuandao's body trembled violently, his robes billowing. The heavens and earth resonated with sword tremors, and ten thousand swords flew around him, their resonances shaking the world.

As if guarding his Dao.

Tuoba Wuxiang and the others held their breaths.

This was the final step—and the most crucial one.

If this step could be crossed, one would truly step into the Dao Integration Realm, and the Huntian Sect would gain another top-tier combat force.

Especially since Wang Yuandao was the most exceptionally talented among their generation, already at the peak of the Transcendent Realm, his strength alone rivaled that of ordinary Dao Integration cultivators, and his foundation was incomparably solid and profound. Once Wang Yuandao succeeded in Dao Integration, his strength would far surpass that of ordinary Dao Integration cultivators.

Gradually, the sword lights above Juejian Peak vanished, as if countless rays of light were continuously devoured and absorbed by Wang Yuandao, dimming rapidly and spreading outward. The sky above Juejian Peak turned as dark as night, with only glowing swords circling around him like a dazzling swarm of fireflies in the darkness.

Before long, even the radiance of the countless swords seemed to be absorbed, dimming as if merging into the night. The darkness deepened, eternal and unyielding.

Yet, countless gazes remained fixed on that abyss of darkness.

Dao Integration—would it succeed?

Tuoba Wuxiang and the others held their breaths, their hearts suspended. Chen Feng, too, stifled his breathing.

Every passing moment felt like an entire year, agonizingly prolonged.

Anxiety crept in—what if it failed again?

Then, another sword resonance pierced through, as if traversing ancient time itself. A sword light erupted, splitting the eternal darkness, severing all in its path, cutting through heaven and earth.

It was like tearing through a black curtain, revealing the azure sky once more.

That sword light stretched for 3,000 meters, as if cleaving the heavens apart, leaving behind a celestial scar that radiated an overwhelming sword might.

Chen Feng couldn’t even begin to describe the sheer power of that sword might.

In its presence, he felt indescribably insignificant.

Gazing at the figure standing proudly above Juejian Peak, the one who had split the dark heavens, Chen Feng felt an overwhelming surge of pride and yearning rise from the depths of his heart.

"Such formidable sword dao…" Tuoba Wuxiang murmured softly, a trace of joy finally breaking through his expression.

Because… Wang Yuandao had succeeded in Dao Integration.

The birth of another Dao Integration cultivator brought joy to the entire Huntian Sect, as it had been a hundred years since the last one emerged.

As a sect declined, fewer and fewer prodigies and peerless geniuses would join, and the birth of strong cultivators would likewise dwindle.

In the end, it would truly fall into ruin, ceasing to exist.

Conversely, the more prodigies and peerless geniuses joined a sect, the greater the likelihood of strong cultivators emerging, and the more prosperous the sect would become.

"Today, I, Wang Yuandao, have succeeded in Dao Integration. I shall uphold the legacy of Juejian Peak, ensuring its everlasting prosperity."

Wang Yuandao stood high in the sky, his robes billowing, sword energy overflowing, his sword dao might unrivaled. His voice boomed like thunder, shaking the heavens, resonating with countless swords, deafening and awe-inspiring.

"Junior Brother Wang, congratulations on your Dao Integration," Tuoba Wuxiang spoke.

"Peak Master Wang, congratulations on your Dao Integration."

"Senior Brother Wang, congratulations on your Dao Integration."

Voices rose from all directions, echoing across the Huntian Sect, growing louder and farther.

"Master…" Chen Feng’s heart swelled with excitement.

"My Lord…" Yang Tao was even more moved than Chen Feng, for he had followed Wang Yuandao for many years, witnessing and enduring every trial alongside him.

It was originally thought that Wang Yuandao would simply wait for his lifespan to fade away, but unexpectedly, he managed to achieve Dao Integration once more.

For a moment, Yang Tao was moved to tears.

"Hmph, what's there to be proud of? It's just Dao Integration. In the future, I won't just reach Dao Integration—I'll ascend to the Sage Realm," Han Daoling muttered under his breath.

However, no one paid any attention to his words.

Dao Integration?

It was far from easy.

And even more so, ascending to the Sage Realm after Dao Integration.

If it were that simple, the Huntian Sect wouldn't have declined to this extent.

"Uncle Yang, let's return to Juejian Peak," Chen Feng immediately said to Yang Tao, then bowed respectfully to Tuoba Wuxiang and the elders.

As for Han Daoling, Chen Feng simply ignored him—just another arrogant and ignorant fool with a bit of talent.