Legend of Swordsman

This was a top-secret matter, known only to Emperor Yuqing and Emperor Yue Ying.

They held a deep grudge over this.

There was nothing they could do—their levels were too low to comprehend just how terrifying Jiang Ni’s strength truly was.

If she wished, a single sword could shatter the entire Ancient Domain World.

Others might not understand, but Lord Long was well aware.

He fully grasped what Jiang Ni represented.

Right now, the Ancient Court was fighting over the legacy of the Ancient Domain World, but in the future, the Ancient Domain World would face the entire chaotic universe.

At that time, the strong ones required would not be Emperors, but supreme beings surpassing the level of Emperors.

And within the current Ancient Domain World, he saw no juniors capable of reaching such heights.

He saw hope.

This was not the hope of the Ancient Court; it was the hope of the Ancient Domain World.

A person who, at the Dao Lord level, could unleash combat power that surpassed that of a tier 5 Emperor.

As for her future achievements, he dared not even imagine.

Let alone some special places opening up—what difference would it make if they handed over the Ancient Court to Jiang Ni right now?

Therefore, Lord Long didn’t care about others’ opinions.

He explained his reasoning only to the three Immortal Kings of the Ancient Court.

The three Immortal Kings—Primordial Lord Yuanzheng, Master of Three Talents, and Immortal King Bai Yue—all wholeheartedly supported his actions.

Because this concerned the future of the Ancient Domain World.

As a result, Lord Long no longer feared the threats of the Holy Land.

Three tier 5 Emperors—what did they amount to?

One sword would solve everything.

There was nothing to be afraid of.

After finishing his offering of incense, Lord Long’s gaze toward the crowd changed—it was a shift in perspective.

He glanced at both sides.

Then, he turned his gaze to Shangguan Yu, revealing a faint smile.

Next, his gaze fell upon Emperor Yue Ying, who was startled by it.

“Lord Long!” Emperor Yue Ying greeted him respectfully.

Sensing an opportunity, Emperor Yuqing quickly spoke up, “Please, Lord Long, make a decision for Brother Shangguan’s surviving child!”

“Enough, I know what you all want to say,” Lord Long said indifferently. “Your petty schemes are too outdated. I, this old man, have always followed the trends of the time, and you should do the same. Don’t be constrained by the era.”

“Yuqing, you act out of loyalty. Yue Ying, you adhere to the law of power supremacy.”

“Neither of you are wrong.”

“However, the Ancient Court has its own rules. If this young one wants to inherit his father’s will, he needs to display sufficient strength. If inheritance were solely based on lineage, the Ancient Court would have crumbled long ago.”

Upon hearing this, Emperor Yue Ying’s heart blossomed with joy.

He knew Lord Long would say this.

No matter how times changed, power remained supreme.

If one wished to inherit their father’s position, they must possess the strength to match.

Emperor Yuqing looked disheartened. He also understood that for Shangguan Yu to preserve Sword Pavilion, he needed to display enough strength.

Although Shangguan Yu’s abilities were commendable, they still fell short.

If he could pass the seventh floor, Shangguan Yu would have a strong chance of taking over Sword Pavilion.

Lord Long paused and sighed:

“But rules are dead, and people are alive!”

“Shangguan Yu, I now give you an opportunity. If, within ten thousand years, you can pass the seventh floor of the Ancient Tower, you may inherit Sword Pavilion. Yue Ying, during these ten thousand years, you are not to touch Sword Pavilion!”

Emperor Yuqing quickly pulled Shangguan Yu and bowed respectfully. “Thank you, Lord Long!”

Ten thousand years—this was a long time, even for Emperors.

After all, the time since the Ancient Domain World had been created was only a few hundred thousand years.

Emperor Yue Ying, on the other hand, felt uncomfortable.

Ten thousand years!

It was too long.

Not to mention breaking through the seventh level, even the millennia-old world was enough for Shangguan Yu to prepare for merging with the Dao.

Once he successfully merged with the Dao, he would have a legitimate reason to inherit, and by then, no one could say anything.

Long Gong was openly favoring Shangguan Yu.

With Long Gong’s statement, the Emperors who had taken sides dispersed.

The memorial service concluded.

Senior Brother Zhao Qing did not leave.

Although there were still many disciples of the Sword Pavilion maintaining this Senior Brother’s authority, he knew the tide had turned against him.

Fortunately, the identity of the son-in-law of Emperor Yue Ying had already been made public. With this title, he would not be deprived of the treasures he deserved.

After sending off the guests, Shangguan Yu, as usual, mocked Zhao Qing with a remark, and then… simply left!

After all, this was Jian Wushuang.

Having spent a whole day resolving his identity issues, it was time to handle his own affairs.

This ancient star was extraordinary.

He needed to investigate it thoroughly.

Moreover, an important event had spread through the city tonight.

Jiang Ni, a soon-to-be Immortal Emperor who had just joined the Ancient Court, was preparing to publicly challenge the Ancient Tower.

This Jiang Ni, personally recruited by Long Gong, was known as the most gifted and invincible Dao Lord, already a legendary figure across the ancient star.

In an instant, countless people gathered to witness the spectacle.

Jian Wushuang was no exception.

He led his group and rode a luxurious chariot toward the city center.

Three ancient towers stood there.

In the middle was a vast plaza, spanning over ten thousand miles in diameter.

It could accommodate over a billion cultivators.

At this moment, tens of millions of cultivators had gathered.

There were thousands of Dao Lords sitting in the front row, watching.

In reality, they couldn’t see any scenes of battle.

All they could see was which level the challenger had reached.

Currently, someone was inside the Ancient Tower, and Jiang Ni was waiting outside.

By her side, the Ancient Court’s contemporary Immortal King “Bai Yue” and Long Gong personally accompanied her.

Challenging the Ancient Tower required strength verification.

First, one had to be a True Immortal.

Then, they needed the strength of a seven-step True Immortal or higher to be allowed inside.

Otherwise, with so many True Immortals around, there would be endless challengers every day, which would be too troublesome. They had to set some difficulty, otherwise, if these people just took up space without accomplishing anything, it would be a problem.

There was also an entry fee.

One billion immortal crystals for a ticket.

That alone was enough to deter any True Immortal below the Dao Lord level.

The requirements for the first Ancient Tower were excessive, even stricter than those for Dao Lords.

It couldn’t be helped—there were just too many cultivators in the Great Perfection stage.

If there were no restrictions, the queue would stretch across the entire ancient world.

The third Ancient Tower, however, had no such restrictions.

Because there were only a few dozen Emperors.

They could challenge it at will.

But most Emperors wouldn’t attempt it unless they were confident, for the sake of saving face.

Furthermore, the Ancient Tower’s assessment of strength was incredibly precise.

A tier 1 Emperor wouldn’t make it through, not even past the first level.

A tier 2 Emperor could barely survive the first level.

Only a tier 3 Emperor could pass through the first level, and they had to be top-tier to succeed.

Thus, among the Ancient Court’s Emperors, only ten had passed the first level.

Only one person had passed the second level—Sancai Zhenren.

The Ancient Court’s strongest combatant was Sancai Zhenren, whose power rivaled that of a tier 5 Emperor.

Based on this, passing the second level required tier 5 strength, and to pass the third level, one would need the power of a tier 6 Emperor.

To pass the fourth level, absolute pinnacle strength was necessary.

So, what about the fifth level?

The fifth level would require top-tier pinnacle strength.

The sixth level would demand peak pinnacle strength.

That was five thousand times divine power.

The seventh level required eight thousand divine power, and the eighth level—ten thousand divine power.

Calculating up to this point, Jian Wushuang took a deep breath.

The existence of the Ancient Tower was certainly no simple matter.

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