The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

The repeat of the wind and fire, the annihilation of the world by thunder. This was the power possessed by the Heavenly Dao of the world.

The long sword floated in the air. The originally simple and unadorned sword blade looked completely new. At first, it seemed to be absorbing the source of the Heavenly Dao, but then it began to swallow.

Regardless of how the Heavenly Dao struggled, allowing the destructive lightning to strike him, the heavenly winds to tear and the heavenly fire to burn, the longsword was not affected in the slightest.

Humans and animals will struggle with all their might when their lives are threatened, and so will the Heavenly Dao.

Endless heavenly winds and heavenly fire, thunder and lightning would collapse the sky, creating a small piece of gray, desolate chaos.

The sword absorbed the Heavenly Dao Source Energy too quickly, and the Heavenly Dao Source Energy of this world was not thick enough, so the struggle of the Heavenly Dao was getting weaker and weaker.

The heavenly fire became smaller and the black lightning became weaker. The Heavenly Dao consciousness that had formed the Eye of Heaven gradually turned transparent before disappearing.

Finally, the world calmed down once more. The gray color of the Primal Chaos healed, and the sky turned blue.

The long sword floated in the air, its brilliance restrained. The Heavenly Dao of this world had died!

The Heavenly Dao would die. For example, the Earth before Li Dao crossed over to Earth, there was no Heavenly Dao on Earth.

Actually, the existence of a Heavenly Dao didn't have much of an impact on living creatures; it was just that it had a major impact on cultivators.

The result of the destruction of the Heavenly Dao was that the spiritual energy would gradually disappear, the world would enter the apocalypse, and the immortals and demons would no longer be able to live forever, their lifespans running out.

Unfortunately, no one understood this logic. Qing Xuanzi did not know, Old Devil Buddha did not know, not even the Son of Yama did not know.

If these people knew that the destruction of the Heavenly Dao would cause such a result, they would have already tried to stop it at all costs.

When the sword was full, it hung down, wanting to return to Li Dao's hand.

Suddenly, something strange happened. A huge pagoda appeared and pressed down on Li Daoyi's head. Qing Xuanzi leaped up and rushed towards the long sword.

The Yama's movements were even a little faster than Qing Xuanzi. The only difference was that he didn't attack Li Dao.

With just that little bit of distance between them, the eyes of the Heavenly Emperor of Yanluo burned with a burning passion. He was about to grasp this mysterious sword in his hands.

However, the moment he touched the longsword, an irresistible force directly sent him flying.

As expected, Qing Xuanzi followed in the footsteps of Yan Luozi, and was also sent flying. Blood trickled out of his mouth, and his body was in a sorry state.

In this comparison, the strong and the weak were divided.

After sending the Demon Suppressing Pagoda flying with a single punch, Li Dao's sword had begun to move as he coldly looked at the Heavenly Sons of Yan Luo and Qing Xuanzi.

A simple and honest smile appeared on Yama Luo Zi's face. He quickly waved his hand and said, "Hehe, Brother Li, don't misunderstand. I just want to see if there's anything special about your sword."

"That's right, that's right. This old man has the same intentions as the Ancestor. Please don't misunderstand, Sage Emperor." Qing Xuanzi's smile was extremely unnatural and extremely awkward. He never thought that such a divine artifact would have already recognized him as its master.

Li Dao sneered. Did these two take him for a fool? Everything else could be forgiven. Since they dared to attack this sword, they should be killed. As Li Dao had always regarded swords as more important than his wife, he believed that Li Dao was more important than his wife.

Just as Li Blade was about to swing his sword at Qing Xuanzi, a surge of vast and distant information rushed into Li Blade's mind. His vision blurred, and he discovered that he was standing in the endless primal chaos.

Li Dao didn't panic too much. When he first received Li Taibai's inheritance, he also encountered this kind of situation.

Looking over, Li Dao's pupils constricted as he saw a longsword. It was the longsword that he had always regarded as the foundation for his future.

A long sword was floating in the air, surrounded by a middle-aged man with dragon horns on his head and dark red armor. In his hand was a black broadsword. A hunchbacked old man riding a green ox had a diamond chakram on his wrist and a carrying pole on his shoulder. There was also a giant bell above his head. It was a majestic emperor that was clad in a yellow robe.

There were a total of seven people. When Li Dao saw these seven people, his scalp went numb. He did not even dare to breathe too loudly, fearing that he would attract the attention of these powerful figures. Although Li Dao knew that this was just a memory of the sword, he was still scared. He did not know why, but out of instinctive fear, he felt goosebumps rising all over his body.

"Wushuang, you are the supreme sword that was born in the center of the endless primal chaos.

I couldn't figure it out, so I gave you a chance to be born, hmm? "

As he spoke, a middle-aged man in green clothes suddenly turned to look at Li Dao. Li Dao's heart skipped a beat and the next moment, the scene shattered. Li Dao had returned to reality.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead. Li Dao's eyes flickered constantly. He had long felt that the sword had a great origin, but he did not expect the truth to be even more exaggerated. Just now, the memory of those seven figures in the longsword was simply too terrifying. They could be seen within the memory of the longsword as well.

So the longsword was born from the center of the endless primordial chaos. It was the supreme sword of slaughter, a symbol of destruction.

Li Dao had always thought that there was a central great world within the Myriad Heavens. That was, the Great Desolate Great World. The memory fragments of the long sword had overturned his thoughts.

Even the Daofather Hongjun of the Wasteland wasn't as terrifying as any of the other seven. Li Dao felt that the seven hunchback elders riding green oxen were similar to the legendary Taizhuang.

Right now he was too far away from those people, even the long sword was probably destroyed by them, falling onto earth and landing in his hands.

Shaking his head to prevent himself from thinking about such things, Li Dao turned his gaze to his sword and asked softly, "So your name is Wushuang, right?"

Unfortunately, the sword's truesoul had been shattered long ago, unable to respond to him.