Chapter 47: The Sword’s Might Shakes the World—Could They Be the Same Person?

Perhaps it was because she knew him that Zhu Qingyu found her thoughts drifting to him from time to time. Especially after Lu Yuan had so forcefully struck down Zhou Biqiong, facing the Wu Zhou Group head-on without hesitation—this only deepened her sense that he was someone out of the ordinary. Yet, ever since the main gate opened, he had been silent, which she found odd, and now that he moved, she paid particular attention.

“So that’s how it is,” Lu Yuan murmured to himself at that moment. He had been studying the terracotta warriors, wondering why their presence had caused the Sword Embryo to resonate. Now, with the memories of his previous life to draw upon, he understood completely.

Within those warriors was a rare and extraordinary substance. The Daluo Sword Embryo itself was an object from beyond this world, shrouded in mystery, capable of merging with all sorts of divine metals to continually evolve. The reason the warriors could revive again and again, growing stronger each time, lay in the presence of this very substance.

Though he did not know the reason for its existence here, having made the discovery, Lu Yuan was not about to let the opportunity slip away.

He took a step forward, and the Sword Embryo’s tremors grew more pronounced.

Meanwhile, under the lead of the Celestial Winged God, the group had carved a path ahead, pressing forward. Yet the constant resurrection of the warriors forced them to remain cautious, gathering their strength for each new assault. But it was nothing they hadn’t faced before—if they persisted, success was assured, and they would ultimately enter the imperial mausoleum.

Now, with the Celestial Winged God feeling himself the center of attention, his vanity was sated; standing at the very front of the group, he called out again, “Everyone, follow me once more!”

Barely had his words fallen when he sensed the others’ attention shift elsewhere. Their gazes had moved.

There, Lu Yuan stood with the Daluo Sword Embryo in hand, having found a particular spot and set himself there. Before him there were no allies, only a dense mass of terracotta warriors, who, sensing his presence, surged forward in attack.

The Sword Embryo in his grasp began to emit streams of swordlight.

In truth, with his present strength, Lu Yuan had no need to wield the Sword Embryo at all. No matter how many warriors there were, the moment he unleashed the power of his blood and soul, they would be obliterated—no number of them could stand in his way, and he could have reached the mausoleum gates in moments.

But the Sword Embryo required evolution. Materials akin to divine metal in this world were all too scarce, and the criteria for integration into the Daluo Sword Embryo were higher still. This was the only way: to slay the warriors with the sword and fuse their essence into the blade.

“Is that Lu Yuan? What is he doing over there?”

“It looks like he’s about to make a move. Is he trying to carve his own path?”

“How could that be? It took the combined might of the Five Supreme Ones just to manage it—how could one man do it alone?”

“He’s overestimating himself.”

“Exactly. Does he really think himself on par with the Celestial Winged God?”

The surrounding Awakened all turned to watch, their eyes full of doubt, unable to comprehend. Lu Yuan’s killing of Zhou Biqiong had already drawn attention and earned acknowledgment of his strength, but nothing more than that.

But now? To face the terracotta warriors alone—how could it be possible? Yet, even so, many were curious to see just what he would do.

The Northern Emperor, the Ice Fairy, and others also turned their attention his way, seeking to gauge his strength by what would follow.

“It’s almost time,” Lu Yuan thought, seeing the warriors closing in. He glanced toward the gates of the mausoleum.

Without another word, he slowly raised the Daluo Sword Embryo, drawing no power from within, only guiding the Sword Embryo itself.

This strike would not be like those before.

“Cut!”

At last, Lu Yuan spoke, and gently swung the Daluo Sword Embryo downward.

In that instant, every stream of swordlight gathered together as one. All present felt a terrifying sword intent coalesce, pressing down upon their hearts, freezing their very souls. No one escaped its grasp—chilled to the bone, as if personally targeted.

Then, in the next heartbeat, a brilliance of indescribable intensity erupted from the Daluo Sword Embryo. The light was so dazzling that none could open their eyes to witness it.

Amid the surge of sword cries, the swordlight descended.

Boom!

A torrent of overwhelming power burst forth, making the very earth tremble. The terracotta warriors were shattered in an instant, powerless to resist.

Every heart was shaken.

Soon, the light faded. One by one, all eyes turned to see Lu Yuan still standing where he had begun, sword in hand, striding onward as if nothing had happened, calm as a gentle breeze beneath drifting clouds.

Beneath his feet, a chasm several meters deep stretched from where he stood all the way to the mausoleum gates. On either side, the terracotta warriors had vanished, reduced to dust.

That single blow had annihilated more than ten thousand warriors—nearly half their total number.

“Heavens, one sword—and more than ten thousand warriors gone?”

“This is… this is terrifying! Was that his power? Did he surpass even the combined might of the Five Supremes?”

“Impossible, surely it’s that sword… Among the Awakened, almost none could surpass the Celestial Winged God.”

Everyone was dumbfounded, their faces filled with disbelief as if they had witnessed something beyond comprehension. That single sword strike had utterly overturned their expectations and was terrifying beyond measure.

Such power was akin to a walking missile.

Involuntarily, they recalled their own struggles against the warriors—giving their all, and still falling short. Even the combined force of the Five Supremes had not achieved such results.

The contrast was overwhelming.

How could this be? They simply could not accept it.

“Impossible, absolutely impossible! Even at the Awakened level, one could not possess such strength. Has he surpassed the Awakened realm?” The Celestial Winged God was shocked as well, unable to believe it—he himself could not have done it.

“It’s that sword. It must be that sword,” he realized. It had to be the sword that made Lu Yuan so formidable—nothing else could explain it.

A wave of anger surged within the Celestial Winged God. He was meant to be at the forefront, to be the most dazzling figure here. Now, once again, Lu Yuan had surpassed him; in less than an hour, he had been eclipsed twice.

He could not tolerate this and wanted to push forward, but soon another horde of warriors surrounded him, leaving him no chance to break away—he had no choice but to keep fighting.

The Northern Emperor, the Ice Sovereign, and the others, after their initial shock, had to turn their focus back to the warriors around them; they could not afford distraction. After all, Lu Yuan’s strike had eliminated only about half the warriors—the other half were right before them, and a single misstep could be disastrous.

“A divine artifact—an absolute miracle, surely from a fallen star! To think of the fortune of the Lishan Mausoleum—I want that sword,” Wang Tao said, trembling all over, his eyes burning with desire.

He knew that if he had that sword, surpassing his elder brother was only a matter of time.

Thus, Wang Tao decided not to enter the Lishan Mausoleum after all. The chance of obtaining its fortune was slim; instead, he would wait here, gather his strength, and find a way to seize the sword. To be safe, he would use firearms when the time came.

A strong sword did not necessarily mean a strong man.

“So it’s that sword?” Director Zheng was also shaken to his core. Yet his thoughts echoed those of the others: Lu Yuan’s feat must have depended on the sword, for otherwise it would be too frightening.

“Why does that figure seem so familiar?” Zhu Qingyu murmured to herself as she watched him. She remembered—the one who loosed that arrow in Qingyang City had the same commanding presence.

Could it be the same person?

A bold idea struck Zhu Qingyu.

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(End of chapter)