Chapter 122: A Hundred Sects Gather—Yin Yang Creation Technique Perfected

Year 8000 of the Sword Qi Era, third month, twenty-first day.

Northern Territory, Beixun Prefecture, Yunhai Mountain.

The flags of a hundred sects soared, snapping in the wind. Disciples, dressed in matching attire, hovered above Yunhai Mountain, scattered all around in the sky.

Countless figures blanketed the land and sky, turning this place into a scene of awe-inspiring magnitude.

Crowds thronged every path surrounding the towering Yunhai Mountain. No space remained, and everyone wore the same look of steely determination.

All who came today shared a single purpose. Each put aside personal grudges, answering the call to unite against a common foe.

“Though the nation falls, the mountains and rivers endure. If humanity perishes, nothing else matters.”

If they refused to fight, the Human Race would face extinction. At that point, any thought of self-preservation would be pointless—driven by this, all answered the call of the Hundred Sects Command.

In their hearts burned only one goal: drive the invaders out, even if it cost them everything. Better to fall in battle with a clear conscience than to stand aside.

Inside Sky Sword Sect, a rousing assembly was underway. More than ten thousand sword cultivators, ready for war, were organized under the leadership of ten elders.

The Grand Elder, Li Ran, stood at Sword Saint Realm level six, his silver hair flowing over white robes and his eyes hidden behind a white cloth. His entire figure emanated ethereal grace.

Second Elder An Peisheng, at Sword Saint Realm three, wore black, his skin dark and muscles powerful, a mountain of a man radiating raw strength.

Third Elder Li Zai’an, Sword Saint Realm five, donned light green. A true scholar in demeanor—gentle, cultured, and always with a warm smile.

Fourth Elder Lu Tingxue, Sword Saint Realm four, wore a blue dress that set off her slender frame and fair beauty. A red mole sat at the corner of her eye; her smile could captivate a crowd.

Fifth Elder Qiao Ling’er, Sword Saint Realm five, stood tall in a pink gown, pale-skinned with a whip at her waist. She exuded an unmistakable aura that warned strangers to keep their distance.

Sixth Elder Xuanyuan Ling, Sword Saint Realm five, was a vision in white with delicate features and legs long as dreams. Her inky hair floated in the breeze like silk.

Seventh Elder Lu Jingquan, Sword Saint Realm five, sported red and kept his eyes half-lidded while a sword case rested on his back.

Eighth Elder Mo Lin, Sword Saint Realm three, wore vibrant red and green—yet his features were those of a child. His eyes sparkled with unrestrained energy.

Ninth Elder An Muran, Sword Saint Realm seven, wore black. His face was expressionless as ice, but he was a striking, elegant man.

Tenth Elder Luo Sen, Sword Saint Realm seven, gripped a Heaven-Splitting Axe. His expression fierce, his build bordering on colossal.

Each elder stood with their disciples, sword in hand, awaiting the arrival of Sect Master Li Xun for these final moments before war.

They knew what was at stake. No matter if they survived or perished, their honor and lives would vanish in the coming fight. If they refused to stand up, humanity would have no future.

“Even an ant’s strength can shake an elephant.”

All eyes fixed on the sky as Li Xun descended carrying Gu Qingxiao, landing gently atop the high platform above the assembly.

Li Xun smiled calmly. His voice rang out, resonant as thunder.

“Looks like not a single one of us is a coward. Every one of the hundred sects has answered the call. I’m truly proud.”

“Let me be clear—after this battle, the Hundred Sects will cease to exist. Everything you hold dear now will be gone by tomorrow.”

“This is a gamble and our chances for victory are slim at best. The Demon Race has the Demon God and countless formidable champions on their side.”

“Meanwhile, we humans have only a handful of true powerhouses. This fight is voluntary. I won’t force anyone to stay.”

“Tell me—will you cling to survival, or will you follow me into battle and die with courage, striving to do the impossible?”

Within Sky Sword Sect, elders and disciples alike dropped to their knees. Outside, the hundred sects and their two hundred thousand disciples knelt in unison.

Their combined voices thundered across Sword Qi Continent, echoing over mountains and rivers.

“We will fight to the end—never retreating or seeking petty survival. We swear to follow Sect Master Li Xun against the Demon Race. If we die, we die with no regrets and no shame—if humanity must perish, we will perish together!”

Gu Qingxiao gripped his sword and sank to one knee before Li Xun. “Sect Master Li, I’m ready to do my part for the Human Race. Please let me go with you!”

“Don’t be reckless! I promised your brother I’d bring you back whole and unharmed—if something happens to you, how will I answer to him?” Li Xun whirled around, voice stern.

Gu Qingxiao set his jaw, determination burning on his face. “I beg you, Sect Master, let me join you. My brother will understand!”

“If you refuse, I’ll kneel here and won’t rise—even if you all leave, I’ll sneak after you!”

Li Xun burst out laughing. “Well, aren’t you stubborn! I see your resolve, Xiao’er, so I’ll let you come.”

“But listen—you must stay in the rear. Even if all of us die, you have to survive. Do you understand?”

“I understand. Thank you, Sect Master!” Gu Qingxiao stood and offered a deep bow.

Li Xun turned for one last look at the vast and beautiful land, face solemn as he raised the Hundred Sects Command.

“All right! Hundred Sects, heed my order—follow me! To the Demon Domain! Exterminate the demons!”

Rising into the air, Li Xun led ten thousand sword cultivators from Sky Sword Sect and another two hundred thousand from outside Yunhai Mountain. All swept forward, flying sword in hand, following his lead.

One after another they blazed across the sky like shooting stars, vanishing over the horizon.

“Rushing headlong to the place where their bones would finally rest.”

………………

Meanwhile, in a shadowy mountain cave—

Gu Xiaoyao felt, more and more clearly, that he was about to master the Yin Yang Creation Technique. Inside him, the Yang Sword resonated, sensing the presence of the Yin Sword.

A chill, sinister energy burst from deep within his mind, and the Extinction Sword began to tremble violently.

It was as if it was welcoming the arrival of the Mercy Sword. Right then, the Skydome Sword glowed with brilliant golden light—as from its radiance, a sword brimming with bone-chilling cold was born. The Yin Sword, the Mercy Sword.

Ecstatic, Gu Xiaoyao’s eyes flew open. He rose and seized the Mercy Sword. The instant he touched it, a fierce surge of power erupted.

Energy exploded from the sword, leveling the entire mountain to rubble. Gu Xiaoyao, awestruck, realized his cultivation was rocketing upward.

Sword Saint Realm stage one, then stage two, three, four—it didn’t stop. Stage five, six, seven, eight… stage nine.

He understood: he had perfected the Yin Yang Creation Technique.

With the Mercy Sword’s feedback, his cultivation soared from the first all the way to the ninth level of the Sword Saint Realm before finally halting.

A brilliant golden beam shot skyward, shaking heaven and earth. Every living thing for thousands of miles trembled—utterly crushed beneath his overwhelming power.

【Yin Yang Creation Technique】: The Yang Sword (Extinction Sword) is available from entry level. If evil exists, I will send you to reincarnation—its power can instantly destroy the soul and erase a target from existence.

The Yin Sword (Mercy Sword) can only be used at the perfected stage—capable of defying all rules to resurrect any creature dead within twenty-four hours. The Yang Sword excels at offense and killing; the Yin Sword at compassion and saving. One thought gives birth, another destroys.

Gu Xiaoyao let out a carefree laugh.

“Only twenty-one, and already I’ve reached the threshold of Sword God. Who else can lay claim to heaven? I hold the sun and moon, seize the stars—no one in this world can rival me.”

“It’s time to visit the Golden Gate and glimpse the legendary realm—to step into the world of gods!”

Gu Xiaoyao took one step, vanishing without a trace. All that remained behind was a massive crater in the earth.