Ji Nanjue’s ice-blue hair was scattered wildly. Su Bei bit her lips tightly, pinched her own thigh, and gasped for air as she looked at the sword in the distance. It occurred to her that if Shangguan Wendao saw this scene, he would probably cut down his "greatly filial" disciple with a single stroke. He’d scold, "I, this old man, showed you Sword Ten for you to learn Rolling Wave! And you’re here pondering how to use Sword One, how to go deeper with it?!" Above the sky, Shangguan Wendao took a deep breath. He rose into the air from the small boat, no longer holding a fishing rod but an Ancient Bronze Long Sword. With thunderous sword sounds, comparable to roaring thunder, echoing around, water vapor surged like a vast sea of fog. The tornadoes on the river’s surface began to slowly rise, lifted by Shangguan Wendao’s sword, resembling a raging Sky River. He pointed his sword forward! The waters of the Sky River came from the horizon! In a trance, it seemed like a waterfall cascading upside down from the heavens—a magnificent sight! "Sword Five, Ocean Current!" The mysterious black-clad figure looked up at the waterfall overhead. He stretched out a hand, and black Evil Qi condensed into a giant hand. The night sky seemed to expand endlessly. From afar, it looked like a hell on earth! This palm strike gathered the densest Evil Qi from five points within a cultivator’s body: the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys! The black-clad figure’s palm strike seemed to defy heaven and earth. It actually halted the descent of the heavenly water from Shangguan Wendao’s sword. As the world turned upside down, the giant hand transformed from his figure blotted out the sky and moon. Compared to the immeasurable river water pouring down, how small it seemed, yet how vast it truly was! Two terrifying fluctuations instantly pierced through this realm! The black-clad figure gestured with a hand, lightly pressing downward. The Sky River waterfall conjured by the sword was forcefully lifted by him, as if the entire firmament were being dragged toward the ground. The sky above slowly turned deep blue, finally becoming a profound, inky black. The black-clad figure stood suspended in the void, enveloped in whirling black Evil Qi. Above his head, demonic clouds roiled. He looked less like an Immortal and more like a Demon Dao Giant! Standing high in the sky, he looked down imperiously at Shangguan Wendao. "Sect Leader Shangguan, is this all you have?" he sneered. "The last Great Sword Immortal in the world today is merely this." Just then, a clear CLANG echoed—the Sword Box beside Su Bei trembled violently. Then, strands of blue-purple Sword Qi gradually seeped out of the Sword Box, casting the pitch-black night in shades of green and azure. Shangguan Wendao snorted coldly and took a step into the void. With his first step, the great river churned! With his second, the great river boiled! Following Shangguan Wendao’s thunderous cry, "I summon the sword!" Su Bei’s eyes filled with unconcealable shock as she stared at the Qingping Sword emerging from the Sword Box. Purple and azure energies instantly flared, and the Sword Qi shot towards the heavens, aiming for the stars of the Dipper and Ox constellations. It was an unparalleled radiance Su Bei had never witnessed. In that moment, she could feel the bone-deep chill from the sword’s edge! The number one treasure of the Sword Sect, the Qingping Sword! This sword had pierced the heart of a Barbarian Emperor at the half-step Mahayana realm of Wilderness Cultivation. This sword had buried tens of thousands of cultivators from The Wilderness. And it was this same sword that had severed the Cang River and cut through Inverted Heaven! In an instant, two longswords materialized beside Shangguan Wendao. Then Shangguan Wendao’s voice spread throughout Dongting Stream: "Little Fifth, the Sword Scripture contains twenty-four styles: seventeen of the Immortal Dao Sword and seven of the Sovereign Sword. "The first ten styles of the Immortal Dao Sword are the Killing Sword, which can be performed by a single person with a single sword. The latter seven are the true Immortal Slaying Styles. Each style adds another sword; Style Seventeen thus requires eight swords." His cold voice reached Su Bei’s ears. She looked incredulously at Shangguan Wendao, listening to his words: "Ten thousand years ago, when the Sword Sect broke away from the Dao Sect, there was a Sword Dao contest that overturned the world’s order. "The Dusty Sword Immortal, renowned for ’severing the heavens with a single sword,’ suppressed eight Tribulation-Crossing Stage Elders of the Dao Sect. He used Sword Seventeen in that battle." After a pause, Shangguan Wendao continued, "Today, I, this old man, have only two swords. This next one is Sword Eleven. Watch closely!!" As he spoke, the two longswords in the sky instantly intertwined. The Spiritual Energy around Shangguan Wendao fluctuated violently, causing even the great river beneath his feet to churn relentlessly. Su Bei didn’t recognize the personal sword Shangguan Wendao wielded. She only saw that although its luster was a shade inferior to the Qingping Sword, it was not much less impressive. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⁂𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⁂𝓷𝓮𝓽 Shangguan Wendao stood between heaven and earth, gazing at the black-clad man before him. Today, he was determined to make this man stay. The killing intent imbued in this Sword Eleven was as profound as the grief he harbored for Shangguan Bieli’s death. This sword strike was majestic, as if a deity were descending to the mortal realm. A black line swiftly split the Sky River above his head in two. Moments later, the immense volume of river water, no longer holding the ominous pressure of dark clouds threatening a city, crashed down from the sky. It slammed onto the river’s surface, sending up thousands of "white snowflakes." The black-clad figure’s eyes instantly grew grave. Faced with this sword strike from Shangguan Wendao, even he had no confidence he could receive it. A single sword could elevate his aura to such a degree!? This was the Sword Scripture!? "Sword Eleven, Nowhere Found!!" The old haunts—nowhere is unworthy of being sought. Nowhere to be found, save in the heart of youth. And at that very moment, the two longswords soared straight up. For the first time, Su Bei witnessed the sword style of a Sword Immortal. There was no Sword Qi, only the Sword Intent that spanned the heavens and the earth. The wind ceased, the water stilled, the clouds paused. Time froze at that moment. Su Bei finally saw Shangguan Wendao’s other sword clearly. Its name was engraved on the blade: Missing Departure.