Countless people were waiting in front of the palaces in Lihen Heaven.
Ye Wuchen's sword swept across the sky. Yu Sheng was extremely domineering and went straight up to the 33rd Layer of Heaven. Everyone wanted to know the situation of the battle in the 33rd Layer of Heaven, but they could only wait.
Everyone was looking forward to it, not just the sword cultivators of Lihen Heaven.
Countless figures gathered at the foot of Lihen Mountain, including top notch figures from all over Emperor Xia's Realm.
Today was the first day of the 10,021 year of the Divine Prefecture Calendar. Ye Futian and Lihen Heaven were going to battle Wang Chuan, and Princess Xia Qingyuan was going to be the witness of the battle. It caused a sensation for a while, and everyone was watching. Now, no one knew how many layers of heaven Ye Futian and Princess Xia Qingyuan had fought.
With Ye Futian and Yu Sheng's strength, they should be able to reach the 33rd Layer of Heaven. However, would they be able to escape unscathed from there?
"Look." At this moment, a cry of surprise was heard from the crowd. Countless people looked up into the void and saw a terrifying light of catastrophe of the Great Path appearing above Lihen Heaven. It grew stronger and stronger, and the sky and earth changed color.
Each beam of tribulation light was like a sword of the Divine Dao.
"The catastrophe of the Divine Path." Everyone's hearts trembled violently.
Someone actually broke through to the Saint Plane.
Moreover, it was very likely to be the 33rd Heaven.
They had thought that even if Ye Futian and his party could fight their way up to the 33rd Layer of Heaven, it would still take some time. But it was so fast, and was the battle already over?
"Is it Ye Futian or Wang Chuan?" Some people seemed to be talking to themselves. When facing the Great Path Catastrophe at this time, they naturally thought of Ye Futian and Wang Chuan.
"Although Ye Futian's combat ability is strong, his level should be much lower. Wang Chuan, on the other hand, has been an upper-level Sage for many years. Two years ago, he was already at the peak of Sage Plane. In the battle seven days ago, he only used one sword and was half a step into Saint Plane," someone said, but he did not continue.
Without a doubt, if the one who entered the Saint Plane was one of the two, it would definitely be Wang Chuan.
"So, Wang Chuan won?" Someone else asked, "He invited Ye Futian to fight in Lihen Heaven so that he could defeat him at the 33rd Layer of Heaven and prove his mind?"
Many people thought so. Wang Chuan must have won this battle. Otherwise, how could he have entered the Saint Plane?
Not only them, but most of the cultivators of Lihen Heaven also thought so.
At that moment, Ye Futian walked down from the 33rd Layer of Heaven step by step. As he passed, many people looked at him.
When he passed by a certain place, Lu Cheng, Fengxiao, and the others were there. Their expressions were cold as they glanced at him.
"Lihen Heaven has no one below the Saint Plane?" Fengxiao said sarcastically. In today's battle, Brother Wang Chuan had defeated Ye Futian and broken into the Saint Plane. Ye Futian had humiliated himself.
Those arrogant words would become a joke.
Ye Futian glanced at her. If nothing had happened at the 33rd Layer of Heaven, he might have responded to her. However, at the moment, he was not in the mood to do so. He just glanced at Fengxiao indifferently, then ignored her and continued to walk down.
Fengxiao cultivated in the Upper Eleventh Layer of Heaven, so her talents were bound to be outstanding. She would have a chance to enter the Divine Path in the future. However, after what happened to him, if she knew the truth in the future, her state of mind would probably be damaged, and it would be difficult for her to enter the Divine Path.
Of course, this had nothing to do with him.
All the way down, the catastrophe of the Great Path above the firmament had already fallen. Wang Chuan of the 33rd Layer of Heaven faced the catastrophe of the Great Path, and many in Lihen Heaven smiled.
From now on, Lihen Heaven had another Saint. Moreover, it was a Saint that everyone had been looking forward to.
At the moment, Ye Futian and his party were like lonely passers-by. They came with great power, but they quietly walked down from Lihen Heaven. This made the cultivators of Lihen Heaven even more certain of their guess.
At the foot of Lihen Heaven, when Ye Futian and his party appeared, suddenly countless eyes fell on him.
The Village Chief, Qin Zhuang, and the others were waiting at the foot of Lihen Heaven. Naturally, they heard all kinds of discussions. Seeing Ye Futian coming down from the mountain, they said nothing and did not ask anything.
After the Sacred War outside the Holy Zhi Palace a few years ago, who would have thought that Ye Futian would lose?
Even if Wang Chuan became a Saint after the war, so what?
It was just that something might have happened in this battle.
"Let's go," Ye Futian said to the Village Chief. The Village Chief nodded and rode his sword. The group stepped onto the giant sword and suddenly broke through the air, flying directly into the void.
"How did this battle go?" Countless people looked at the departing figures. Did they just leave without saying a word?
Looking at Ye Futian's expression, could it be that this battle had dealt a big blow to him that his state of mind was shaken?
After all, he had arrogantly said that there was no one below Saint Plane in Lihen Heaven. Now that he had lost, it would indeed affect his mind.
Voices of discussion rose one after another. Someone said proudly, "I said that Wang Chuan would win this battle. The number one below Saint Plane in Emperor Xia's Realm, and now he has entered the Divine Path."
There was never a lack of wise men after the fact.
Of course, in reality, they did not know the truth of this battle.
Ye Futian had already left, but the crowd was reluctant to let him go. They stared at the void until the Catastrophe of the Great Path was over and Wang Chuan became a Saint. Only then did they reluctantly leave.
The news of Ye Futian's defeat began to spread everywhere. Countless people talked about this battle as if they had personally experienced it and seen it.
After Wang Chuan entered the Saint Plane of the 33rd Layer of Heaven of Lihen Heaven, many Saint Plane figures of Lihen Heaven appeared. They naturally knew the outcome of this battle. Even though they were Saints, their hearts were still quite unsettled.
The Swordmaster of Lihen looked at the Saints and said, "I have traveled all realms and experienced many battles. I have lost many times."
Many people looked up at the Swordmaster of Lihen, and their hearts trembled.
The Swordmaster of Lihen, the number one swordsman in Emperor Xia's Realm, had lost many times outside.
"In the cultivation of the Great Path, who dares to say that they are undefeated?" The Swordmaster of Lihen's voice was calm as he continued, "This battle is a warning. Lihen Heaven is only a place for cultivation of the sword, nothing more. It is not the number one holy land of the sword."
The people of Emperor Xia's Realm called him the number one swordsman, but did being the number one swordsman mean that he was undefeated?
After saying this, the Swordmaster of Lihen turned and left.
The hearts of the Saints were slightly shaken. The Swordmaster of Lihen's state of mind had reached another level.
Who in the world was selfless?
Cultivators, even saints, were not immune. That was why the Sword Saint of Liyang had sent the swordsmen of Lihen Heaven to fight, wanting to save face for Lihen Heaven.
If they were to continue to be trapped in it, no one knew what would happen in the end.
At this time, Wang Chuan was one with his surroundings. His aura was restrained. He looked down at the people below and said, "Remember the words of the Master. Lihen Heaven calls itself the number one swordsman. Today's battle is a warning."
"Brother, how is Ye Futian's cultivation?" asked the swordsman who had been defeated by Yu Sheng.
They still did not understand how someone as strong as their brother could still be defeated.
Wang Chuan looked into the distance, and his expression was distant. "You call yourselves the swordsmen of Lihen Heaven, and I am on my own plane. But today's battle, below the Saint Plane, Ye Futian is on his own plane, and everyone else is on another plane."
After saying this, he turned around and continued, "Although I have entered the Saint Plane, I still need to focus on cultivation for a while."
The swordsmen below froze. Brother Wang Chuan's evaluation of Ye Futian was so high. He gave Ye Futian the evaluation that the elders had given him.
Below the Saint Plane, Ye Futian was on his own plane, and everyone else was on another plane.
…
Ye Futian did not know Wang Chuan's evaluation of him. At this time, he was flying with the Village Chief on his sword.
The wind blew on him, and Ye Futian stood quietly in front of the giant sword. His clothes fluttered in the wind, and his white hair danced wildly.
Although he had won this battle, he was not like he had in previous battles. Instead, he fell into thought.
At this moment, he thought of the scene when he was cultivating in the Cottage. His Third Brother and the Master had often taught him.
There were countless cultivators in the world, and those who had an open mind were sages. Now, the Saint Plane was even stricter on the mind. If one's mind was not strong enough, it was impossible to break through.
Even so, the so-called flawless mind was different. Some people entered the Way because of hatred, some because of hatred, and some because of stubbornness to the point of being flawless. If one's mind was not strong enough, they would not be able to break through.
Wang Chuan's plane had truly reached its limit. He was only one step away from fighting with him. His mind was flawless, and so he entered the Way.
Back then, in the battle of the Holy Zhi Palace, his Master Douzhan had used his life to protect his faith, and then used the battle matrix to break through the limits of his physical body, allowing him to reach the same plane at the same time, and so he entered the Way.
Everyone had their own principles to adhere to.
In Lihen Heaven, he had even thought that the Swordmaster of Lihen had attacked Ye Wuchen. However, the Swordmaster of Lihen had not said a word. After they had broken through the 33 Layers of Heaven, he had used Jian Wuchen to help him break through.
He did not know what the Swordmaster of Lihen's beliefs were, but this state of mind alone made him feel ashamed.
Perhaps it was time for him to settle down and cultivate for a while. After all, he was not so far away from the Saint Plane.
At this moment, Ye Wuchen walked quietly to Ye Futian's side and looked into the distance. The Swordmaster of Lihen had lent him his sword. How could his heart not be stirred?
"The sword that the Swordmaster of Lihen borrowed is still here," Ye Wuchen said in a low voice.
"Yes." Ye Futian nodded. "We are not as good as the number one swordsman in Emperor Xia's Realm."
Taking a deep breath, Ye Futian suddenly smiled and gradually felt relieved.
He looked at Ye Wuchen and looked at his empty sleeve. He smiled and said, "Wuchen, now you are also an upper-level Sage. You are not so far away from the Saint Plane. The Swordmaster of Lihen said that your heart of the sword is pure, and you will definitely be able to enter the Saint Plane. After you enter the Saint Plane, you will be baptized by the Great Path and be reborn. Your arm can also be restored."
Ye Wuchen looked at his left sleeve and said softly, "After so many years, I have gotten used to it."
"Yes, in the blink of an eye, after so many years, you have gotten used to it." Ye Futian smiled. Ye Wuchen smiled as well.
PS: Today is the third update, and I have finally started missing updates for this month. Why is it that after seven days of continuous updates, I still miss four updates …
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