A few days later, Xuanxiao Mountain, Sword Valley.

Inside and outside the valley, it was a sea of people.

The Golden Ship of Calamity Crossing descended. From a distance, the Three Heroes and Two Talents observed that all the arrays and prohibitions in the valley were lifted, and the Sword and Saber Stele was completely removed, leaving only an abyss lying across the ground.

Above the abyss, in the void, one person sat alone, silent and speechless.

"It’s the Taidao Master!"

"Elder Qingming!"

"Master!"

The eyes of the Three Heroes focused, searching around, but they only saw a noisy sea of people.

"That person..."

"Not here yet?"

Seeing this, a few of them had no choice but to restrain themselves and watch from outside the valley.

As time passed, more and more people gathered, not only Academy Palace disciples and Central Plains Cultivators but also many overseas cultivators like them, truly attracting the world’s attention.

"Still not coming?"

"Could it be that he’s afraid?"

"It’s understandable if he is. After all, the prestige of the Taiyi Daoist Palace has been overwhelming over the years. The Five Elements Lock Demon is known worldwide, and now that the West Sea has been conquered by the Mystic Sect, though the Three Fierce Demon managed to escape, the Demon Dao no longer exists. It’s only natural for the Three Calamities Demon Monarch to have reservations and not dare to keep the appointment."

"Don’t talk nonsense. The Three Calamities Demon Monarch is a recognized opponent of the Taidao Master. How could he be afraid and not keep the appointment? Besides, considering the incident with Elder Baiyun back in the day, the Taidao Master would obviously not allow others to interfere in this battle."

"I say, why not just stop the fight altogether? With that energy, wouldn’t it be better to deal with that old demon from beyond the realm? Over the years, the Demon-Locking Tower has become increasingly difficult to break through, and the price of Purifying Demon Pills keeps rising. At this rate, the Demon Dao might really get their way."

"Alas, they say the Three Heroes and Two Talents are the ones destined to break the demons, but they can’t even handle the three old demons within the realm. How can they face the great demon beyond the realm? It seems they have to defend Taiyuan to the death and wait for reinforcement from the Upper Realm."

"Upper Realm reinforcement, huh. How many years have passed without a peep from them?"

"I’ve heard that the time difference between the realms is enormous. One day in the Upper Realm is a year in the Lower Realm, which is quite normal..."

Outside Sword Valley, discussions among the cultivators were filled with worry.

Now that the West Sea is destroyed and the Demon Dao no longer exists, the final pressure on the Taiyuan Cultivators is the Demon Heaven Array.

Yet this very pressure seems nearly insoluble, especially after the Three Fierce escaped.

As a result, the cultivators are now confused, even more uncertain about the future.

Anxiety prevails!

At that moment...

"Boom!!!"

The sky suddenly darkened, Karmic Fire roared in, directly entering the valley.

"He came!"

The eyes of the cultivators sharpened, temporarily setting aside distractions, tightly focusing on the battle situation.

Only to see the Karmic Fire burn and fall, like a blade cleaving down, revealing a figure.

A strong figure, with imposing dominion.

However, the swordsman remained motionless, as if unresponsive to this.

The swordsman was equally indifferent, directly sitting cross-legged, also closing his eyes.

"What...?"

Watching these two opposing figures in the void, the cultivators looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

What’s going on?

Wasn’t this supposed to be a Sword and Saber duel?

What’s happening now?

The cultivators were puzzled and filled with amazement.

Li Qiying furrowed his brow, "Are they in... Primordial Spirit Sword Fighting?"

"Primordial Spirit Sword Fighting?"

Hearing this, Wen Renying also frowned. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

The so-called Primordial Spirit Sword Fighting does not use magical power; it only engages the Primordial Spirit. Not even True Power is used within the Primordial Spirit, only consciousness interacts. It doesn’t involve foundation cultivation and only discusses the realm of thought, a method of exchange among Divinity Transformation Cultivators, mostly used among peers rather than enemies.

If they were enemies, facing life and death, they would fight directly; why go to such lengths?

Only peers, not desiring to kill each other, would discuss in such a manner, akin to sitting and discussing the Dao.

"It seems the Taidao Master and the Three Calamities Demon Monarch also do not seek a life-and-death struggle, avoiding letting that old demon beyond the realm benefit as a bystander."

"A Primordial Spirit Technique, a discussion on Saber and Sword; can these two decide the victor or achieve further advancement?"

"Saber Techniques, Sword Techniques, Saber Intent, Sword Intent, such a debate..."

Watching the two sitting opposite each other, the cultivators frowned deeply, seemingly understanding yet not understanding.

But whatever the scene outside, it doesn’t affect the situation, as the swordsman and saber artist sit opposite, their Saber Intent and Sword Intent exchanging in the formless, unknown for how long until a metallic clang is heard.

"Bang!!!"

A clang resounded, the void echoed as the intent of Saber and Sword crossed paths, leaving a deep mark on the cliff’s edge beside the abyss.

The two remained unmoved, everything returned to silence, only the mark on the cliff bore witness to their clash.

The cultivators focused their eyes, seeing the sword scars and saber marks deeply intertwined, as if containing a mysterious realm, unfolding a new dimension.

"This..."

Wen Renying furrowed his brow, turned to look at Li Qiying, only to find her already sitting cross-legged, staring at the sword scars and saber marks, with some inexplicable change in her eyes.

Not only her, but also the surrounding cultivators, especially those long accustomed to Sword Valley, seemed to realize something at this moment, concentrating on the Dao scar sword mark on the cliff wall, as if trying to comprehend the fruit of this Saber and Sword debate.

Li Qiying doing so, Wen Renying was helpless, so he turned his gaze to Yuu Lingying and Zhong Yuxiu, preparing to discuss with them.

Unexpectedly...

"Miss Zhong!"

A voice came, followed by Spirit Light soaring, transforming into a Fish Dragon, and in Wen Renying’s startled gaze, threw a jade slip to Zhong Yuxiu: "This is the task entrusted to you by the master, do it well, alright!"

After speaking, regardless of the reactions of the few people, it shook its head and tail and left on its own.

Wen Renying looked at Zhong Yuxiu, "What is this..."

"A fish raised by my master."

Zhong Yuxiu casually answered, then probed the jade slip with Divine Thought.

Then...

Time swiftly passed, centuries flew by in a flick of the finger.

In the valley, an abyss lay across.

In the void above, Saber and Sword were opposed.

The two were suspended and seated, a hundred years without movement, a hundred years without words.

Only the surrounding cliffs were covered in saber and sword marks, like iron paintings and silver hooks.