Chapter 433: The Powerful and Confident Black Sword

Chapter 433: The Powerful and Confident Black Sword

If Qi Yuan’s earlier statements had been dismissed as a joke, now, his sheer confidence and domineering presence caused everyone to take notice.

Of all the prodigies present, not a single one wasn’t in awe of Black Sword.

Even Ice Sword, though he wouldn’t admit it outwardly, had always seen Black Sword as his ultimate goal and had worked tirelessly to catch up to him.

However, the more he chased, the further the gap grew.

But now, what had this Blood Robe said?

That unless Black Sword reached the Grand Supreme Truth realm, he wasn’t qualified to be his target!

Every prodigy’s heart was shaken, and they all turned their gaze toward Qi Yuan, their expressions varied.

Was this Blood Robe provoking Black Sword?

Or perhaps... declaring war on him?

Old stories from Purple Fate Heaven began to resurface in their minds.

Some could almost smell the gunpowder of imminent conflict.

Thinking about how Purple Fate Heaven’s Ancestor had personally gifted Blood Robe the Black Abyss Ancestor Blood, they couldn’t help but overthink.

Black Sword represented the Great Elder of Black Abyss.

Among the Nine Elders, at least half were the disciples of the Great Elder.

The Sixth Elder of Purple Fate Heaven was one of them as well.

However, it was no secret that the Sixth Elder and the Great Elder had their grievances and long-standing disagreements within Black Abyss.

Now, with Blood Robe seemingly challenging Black Sword, many sensed this as an extension of that old conflict between the Sixth Elder and the Great Elder.

But... did Blood Robe truly have the strength to rival Black Sword?

It must be known that a long time ago, a Grand Supreme Truth expert once visited Black Abyss. Upon meeting Black Sword, the expert remarked, "When I was young, I was far inferior to Black Sword."

Of course, none of them knew that Qi Yuan didn’t have such ambitions at all.

People said he wanted to surpass Black Sword, that Black Sword was his target.

In truth, he simply wanted to clear his name. To him, Black Sword wasn’t even worthy of being his goal.

Black Sword’s expression remained unchanged, calm and composed like a blossoming chrysanthemum. “I am merely walking a little ahead of you. There’s no need to set me as your target to surpass.”

It seemed that he hadn’t taken Qi Yuan’s words to heart at all.

An Xunlu looked at Black Sword, her eyes brimming with admiration and starlight. Then, she turned toward Qi Yuan with a face full of disdain. “Look at Brother Black Sword, and then look at yourself. Can’t you see the difference?”

“Huh?” Qi Yuan was confused by An Xunlu’s words. “I see it clearly. He’s not as good-looking as me, that’s the difference.”

“You!” An Xunlu was furious. “What nonsense are you spouting? Brother Black Sword’s talent surpasses yours a hundredfold, and his looks are a hundred times better than yours!”

Qi Yuan couldn’t be bothered to argue with her.

He realized she was just a delusional fangirl.

And Qi Yuan despised fanatics the most. Arguing with a fanatic was pointless; they always made up their own fantasies.

However, Purple Fate Xiaolu, who stood nearby, couldn’t help but retort, “Clearly, Senior Brother Blood Robe looks better than Senior Brother Black Sword...”

“Purple Fate Xiaolu, are you blind!?” An Xunlu was shocked that this usually shy person would dare to talk back to her.

“My eyes are perfectly fine. Senior Brother Blood Robe is clearly better looking!” Purple Fate Xiaolu’s face turned red. Arguing clearly wasn’t her strong suit.

“Hmph!” An Xunlu quickly shifted the topic, though she had to admit that Blood Robe was indeed better looking than Brother Black Sword. “But Brother Black Sword is a Yang God Tianzun, the number one prodigy of Black Abyss, and his talent far surpasses Blood Robe!”

“Senior Brother Blood Robe just started cultivating the Ancestor Blood Art later. If he’s given enough time, surpassing Black Sword will be no problem!” Purple Fate Xiaolu argued confidently.

Qi Yuan was stunned as he watched this unfold.

Was Purple Fate Xiaolu... his fangirl?

Suddenly, Qi Yuan realized he had been biased, viewing a particular group with tinted glasses.

Even among fanatics, there were good ones too.

The two girls kept arguing non-stop.

At this moment, Black Sword spoke up, his voice calm. “There is one more thing to announce.

The Supreme Truth Dao Discussion will begin soon. There are thirty spots for the younger generation to attend as spectators.

These spots will be allocated based on contribution to Black Abyss.”

Upon hearing this, the prodigies’ faces changed drastically, and their breathing quickened.

The Supreme Truth Dao Discussion was one of the most important events in the Sixth Heaven.

When the time came, any Yang God or force that received an invitation would attend the Dao Discussion.

That was where Yang Gods discussed the Supreme Truths!

For prodigies like them, the benefits were immense. It could lay the foundation for their future paths.

A single moment of insight could save them tens of thousands of years of cultivation.

However, ordinary cultivators had no chance of attending.

Even regular Yang Gods wouldn’t be eligible without contributing significantly to the Dao Discussion.

Only top-tier sacred grounds like Black Abyss had more spots, allowing even the younger generation to attend.

“Contributions... Looks like we’ll have to stop cultivating and start doing missions!”

“Damn it! I haven’t done a mission in years!”

“There’s less than a year until the Dao Discussion. How many contributions can we even earn?”

The prodigies’ faces grew serious, a mix of joy and anxiety.

There were two ways to earn contribution points: completing missions or advancing in the Ancestor Blood Art.

The fastest record for cultivating the Ancestor Blood Art was set by Black Sword—half a month to reach the third level, and three months to reach the fourth.

He was far ahead of everyone else.

It had taken her a whole year just to reach the first level.

"Alright!" she said, her tone filled with admiration.

...

At the peak of the mountain, Black Sword, dressed in white robes, radiated elegance and majesty.

Standing beside him was a Yang God in the Great Heaven stage, with a smile on his face. 'That Blood Robe... he's a bit too arrogant,' the man said, his tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction.

Black Sword, hearing this, remained calm and indifferent. 'He has his own goals. There’s nothing wrong with him not seeing me as his target.'

'Sigh, you... you're just too generous and kind,' the Yang God lamented.

The more he understood Black Sword, the more terrifying he realized Black Sword's talent was.

'If he doesn’t see me as a goal, it's just like how I never pay attention to the struggling practitioners below me on the path. It’s nothing of significance,' Black Sword said flatly.

And what he said was the truth.

He wasn’t afraid of challenges from his peers—he didn’t even acknowledge them.

Anyone who lagged behind him would only fall further and further behind, as his sights were always set on the Star Realm and the Grand Supreme Truth masters at its pinnacle.

As for those struggling to catch up behind him, why would he ever turn around to look at them?

'The rise of Black Abyss depends on you,' the Yang God said, full of admiration. 'The others are just passing clouds.'

While other prodigies of the same generation were still striving to break through to the Yang God stage, Black Sword had already become a distinguished guest of Yang Gods in the Great Heaven stage and could even engage in discussions on Supreme Truths.

'That Blood Robe has earned the favor of the Sixth Elder, so his talent is likely extraordinary as well. He might even become a Grand Supreme Truth master someday. Perhaps you should put him through some trials now, sharpen him into a useful sword,' the Yang God advised.

He respected Black Sword deeply but also harbored envy and jealousy. His suggestion was born from a desire to ingratiate himself with Black Sword.

'Thank you for your advice,' Black Sword responded with his usual calm demeanor.

But he didn’t take the words to heart.

I am invincible. Why would I need another sharp sword?

'An Xunlu is coming. I’ll take my leave...' The Yang God smiled and vanished from sight.

The moment he disappeared, a voice filled with eagerness rang out. 'Brother Black Sword!'

An Xunlu rushed over, her face full of unabashed adoration.

'Hmm, how is your cultivation progressing lately?' Black Sword was kind, and he treated An Xunlu with warmth.

An Xunlu’s heart swelled with happiness, and the arrogance and coldness she had displayed toward Qi Yuan vanished, replaced by a gentle, ladylike demeanor.

'Ancestor Blood Art is still at the fifth level,' An Xunlu said with a hint of frustration.

'The cultivation of the Ancestor Blood Art relies on bloodline, and in this matter, there’s not much I can do to help you.'

'I understand. I’ll keep working hard,' An Xunlu said, though the thought of something made her frown as she continued. 'But the Ancestor was too unfair, giving the Black Abyss Ancestor Blood to Blood Robe instead of you, Brother Black Sword!'

Mentioning this, she was filled with anger.

It had once been said by the Ancestors that Black Sword would be gifted Black Abyss Ancestor Blood when he reached the Supreme Truth realm.

But Blood Robe, who had just joined Black Abyss, was already granted this precious treasure.

Naturally, she felt this was unjust and resented it on behalf of Black Sword.

'It’s fine. The Black Abyss Ancestor Blood doesn’t help me much. Whether I have it or not doesn’t really matter,' Black Sword said nonchalantly. 'I can rely on myself.'

His bloodline was already closely linked to the Black Abyss Ancestor Blood.

In truth, the blood flowing through his veins was practically Black Abyss Ancestor Blood.

By cultivating the Ancestor Blood Art, it was as if he was constantly being nourished by Black Abyss Ancestor Blood.

This wasn’t cheating; it was simply a part of his innate bloodline talent.

Therefore, the Black Abyss Ancestor Blood had little value to him at this stage.

However, once he reached the Supreme Truth realm, that would change.

'But it's so unfair!' An Xunlu was still indignant on his behalf.

Black Sword smiled and gently stroked her hair. 'Don’t think too much about it. Focus on accumulating your contributions. Don’t you want to attend the Supreme Truth Dao Discussion?'

At his words, An Xunlu nodded eagerly. 'I’ll work hard!'

'And don’t worry about me. There’s no need to feel threatened by this Blood Robe,' Black Sword said, his voice calm. 'Everything I have in Black Abyss, I earned with my own hands. No one can take that away.'

Black Sword had complete confidence in himself.

Blood Robe didn’t consider him a target to surpass, but from Black Sword’s perspective, he hadn’t even noticed Blood Robe behind him.

His focus had always been on Linya's Transformation.

In Linya's Transformation, even Yang Gods were merely pawns, their fates controlled by others.

Even Supreme Truth realm Yang Gods were nothing more than bigger pawns.

Only those who mastered the Grand Supreme Truth could be considered true players on the chessboard.

Black Abyss had cultivated him to step onto the chessboard, to become a player and look after Black Abyss within Linya's Transformation.

But his ambitions surpassed Black Abyss itself. He didn’t just want to be a player; he wanted to be the strongest player!

The one who dominated the game of the Sixth Heaven!

As for Blood Robe... he wasn’t even a large pawn yet.

Why would Black Sword care?

Looking at the confident and gentle Black Sword, An Xunlu’s eyes were filled with adoration and admiration.

'Brother Black Sword...'