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The Perfect Level
If Tian Shang wanted to win this battle, he would have to surpass his master's understanding of the Divine Dao Heavenly Wheel and reach a level that not even Heavenly Sound God Lord could reach, the same level as Sacred King Yun Ze.
After all, the Sword Pavilion Wuque had created with his sword intent was at the God King level, and the two sides were no longer on the same level.
The majestic pavilion was suffused with the divine radiance of the Great Dao, and countless Sword Qi crisscrossed within. The ear-piercing sounds of swords violently stimulated Tian Shang's soul, and these sharp sounds seemed to be extremely lethal to him. They destroyed his foundation of the Divine Dao and interfered with his divine sense, making it impossible for him to use his normal strength.
He was like a wild beast trapped in a metal cage, and as someone next to him used a sledgehammer to strike the bars, the sounds almost drove him crazy.
"If you had not thought yourself clever and used your clone, I might not have been able to win this battle. But your zither sounds have told me that an item is just an item. No matter how strong it is, it does not have the wisdom of a human, nor does it have the innate humanity of a human. It is just an item in someone else's hands that silently abides by the rules and has simple thoughts."
Wuque sat in the air like an old monk in meditation, sword splendor emanating from his body. No one understood the meaning behind his words, except for the lofty Heavenly Sound God Lord.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Tian Shang's eyes were deep red, and his crazed face roared out the word 'kill' three times. He was immersed in the chaos of the swords and had completely lost his mind. His attacks were no longer methodical, and he instinctively wanted to destroy everything in front of him.
A zither soul appeared on Tian Shang's body, overlapping with his Heavenly Wheel. As the ten thousand swords flew, it was as if the zither was Tian Shang himself, and the zither strings vibrated wildly due to his loss of control.
Strands of silver zither strings flew out of Heavenly Slayer's body and shot towards the pavilion. More and more strings appeared, filling the entire Sword Pavilion. They pierced through the flying Sword Qi and targeted Wuque, turning into a silver tide that swept towards him.
Wuque sat there calmly. Wave after wave of sword power fell from the pavilion, ceaselessly. The swishing sound of the sword power completely drowned out the sound of the zither strings. As the sacred light bloomed, beams of light condensed from sword power wriggled like veins, covering every inch of Wuque's body. Every single strand of his hair and pores were shrouded in the sword power.
At this moment, the entire Floating Glass Field was silent, as if time had frozen.
Crash!
God Lu, the Dragon Lord, Jun Mo, Tamanagi, Fen Wei, and God Lord Tianyin all stood up from their divine thrones, their expressions drastically changing.
But no matter how their expressions changed, there was no exception. Their eyes were all filled with shock, though the degree of shock varied.
Only Sword God Avici remained seated as if he had long ago known that this would happen. He had even taken the time to admire the expressions of the other God Lords.
"Perfect level."
God Lord Fen Wei pressed his hands against the armrests of his divine throne, his back hunched. This half-sitting posture, coupled with the expression on his face, vividly displayed the shock in his heart.
God Lord Tianyin took in a deep breath and slammed back into his chair. He knew that Heavenly Slayer was bound to lose this battle. There would be no more miracles.
Jun Mo glanced at the three God Lords of the Sword World, his shock gradually returning to him. He softly smiled and said, "So the Sword World still has some capable people. This is rather surprising."
A perfect level Heavenly Wheel was not something that could be ignored, not even in the faction of a God King. It was a symbol, a natural chasm that separated the ants beneath it. In Jun Mo's view, there were only two types of Heavenly Wheels: perfect and imperfect. There was no such thing as a great Heavenly Wheel, a small Heavenly Wheel, or an immortal-grade Heavenly Wheel.
If one wanted to become a God King, a perfect Heavenly Wheel was an essential innate condition.
But this did not mean that every cultivator of the Primordial Era who could forge a perfect Heavenly Wheel would be lucky enough to become a God King.
Thus, Jun Mo was only mildly surprised. After all, the Primordial Realm where he came from had quite a few perfect geniuses, and not all of those people had the same extraordinary potential as him to become a God King.
Boom!
The silver tide that swept over stopped in front of Wuque. It was like a huge wave that could not be suppressed no matter what. Then, the sword Qi flew past and the huge wave was cut in half. The suppressive power of Wuque's perfect Heavenly Wheel caused Tianzhan to fall into a state of madness. He could not look directly at the dazzling light. He hugged his head with both hands and howled violently. The silver zither threads that pierced through his body also began to rapidly shrink until they withered.
"After fighting for so long, I suddenly discovered that my opponent is just an object with a simple mind. This has made me lose all my fun. It's time to end this."
Wuque's sword finger slowly rose to the top of his head. Inspired by his will, the billions of sword Qi in the Sword Pavilion exploded with terrifying divine light. The Great Dao in the outside world resonated. The entire Sword Pavilion solidified, as if it had become a divine sword that could hold up the sky.
Boom!
An unparalleled explosion spread through the void. Strands of sword Qi swam out from the explosion and disappeared into the Floating Glass Heavenly Way. These strands of sword Qi contained the sword intent of the Three Realms. Under the control of Wuque's perfect Heavenly Wheel, they had now returned to the will of the Heavenly Way.
As the dazzling light slowly dissipated, the Sword Pavilion disappeared. Two figures floated in the air. It was Wuque and the heavily injured Tianzhan.
"Pfft!"
Tianzhan raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood was mixed with silver threads, like countless broken zither strings. Tianzhan fell straight off the stage. After falling to the ground, he began to convulse in pain. His body became more and more unreal. In his hazy state, he seemed to transform into the illusion of a broken zither.
Wuque lowered his head and glanced indifferently at Tianzhan. He knew that this was not a person, but a zither that had been infected by divine intent and had taken the form of a human. It was just like the Flower Emperor in the Heaven Lake of Kunlun. Tianzhan had listened to the Divine Lord of Heavenly Sound's preaching and her divine intent had surged into the zither when she played the zither, allowing Tianzhan to take the form of a human.
But in essence, he was a zither that could be manipulated by others. He did not have many complex thoughts.
If not for the fact that Wuque had seen through him and used his sword intent to form a Sword Pavilion to trap him, using billions of sword tunes to distort Tianzhan's zither spirit, it would have been far too difficult to win this battle!
"You … you …" Tianzhan lay on the ground, pointing painfully at Wuque who floated above his head. He could not believe that he had been defeated by a sword cultivator from the lower realms. He was Lord of Heavenly Sound's zither and was familiar with thousands of musical scores. He understood all of his master's thoughts. As long as Lord of Heavenly Sound's fingers pressed on the zither strings, Tianzhan would be able to instantly sense her emotions.
But that was all. He understood Lord of Heavenly Sound, but he did not understand Wuque.
"Trash will always be trash. It looks like there's no need for you to be a human." Lord of Heavenly Sound's cold and emotionless voice came from the Floating Glass Palace.
"Master, no! Give me another chance! Give me another chance …" Tianzhan begged loudly. He struggled to crawl toward Lord of Heavenly Sound, and then a sound wave swept out from the Floating Glass Palace.
Bang!
Tianzhan's begging came to an abrupt end. His raised arm stopped midway. His body began to shatter, pierced by the sharp divine light until he became a zither riddled with holes. But he could no longer return to Lord of Heavenly Sound's side and would never be able to play a zither for his master.
"He's actually not a human."
"This …"
Countless people were shocked. Wei Zhe and the others could not believe their eyes. The Yun Ze Divine Realm monster who had suppressed the sword cultivators of the Three Realms, who had single-handedly prevented one hundred Heavenly Wheel experts from taking even half a step onto Tiantai, was actually an inanimate object.
"Everything has a spirit. It listened to your zither music and gave birth to a divine sense. It has accompanied Your Excellency for countless years, and after twenty thousand years, it finally managed to transform into a human. Why must Your Excellency be so cold-blooded?" Divine Lord Avici looked at Lord of Heavenly Sound and said emotionally.
"Haha, the many disciples of the academy won against my zither. Could it be that Your Excellency thinks you can teach me?" Lord of Heavenly Sound coldly replied.
When Divine Lord Avici saw this, he did not say anything more. He only felt pity for Tianzhan. They were both spiritual beings, and Tianzhan was essentially similar to Loy. The only difference was that the methods of the two Divine Lords were different. Divine Lord Avici gave Loy more humanity. He treated Loy as his real daughter.
But Lord of Heavenly Sound showed no mercy to Tianzhan, destroying him without hesitation.
"Mubai."
Wuque stood in the air and shouted at the area below God Lu's statue, "Mu Zhan should pay for his sword, but you haven't paid for your sword. Sword Pavilion was originally a coffin I prepared for you, but you carelessly let a broken zither bear it. Remember this well, the matter of the broken world is not over."
This shout reverberated, causing Mubai's expression to wildly change. After witnessing Wuque's strength with his own eyes, how could he not be on tenterhooks? If he asked himself honestly, although Tianzhan was a zither that had transformed into a human, Mubai was not Tianzhan's match, let alone defeat Wuque.
Mubai's mouth twitched, and he laughed bitterly in his heart. He was the grand young master of the Mu clan with twenty thousand years of cultivation. Now, he was being challenged by a sword cultivator who had just become a god, yet he did not dare to respond. It was truly ironic.
But he also knew that from today onwards, Wuque would grow more and more terrifying. After all, the perfect Tian Lun was enough to take away all the glory from Mubai. Even Lu Qiu might not be as strong as Wuque in the future.
After shouting, Wuque silently floated towards the academy's team. The moment he landed, his legs went soft, and his body lost all strength. He almost fell into the crowd. Fortunately, Li Guangsheng and Wei Zhe caught him.
"Kid, are you alright?"
Severing Love came up and asked. Wuque's face was extremely tired, and he shook his head, "Maintaining Sword Pavilion's Divine Intent is still too difficult. In such a short time, I've used up all my strength."
"Hahahaha!"
Everyone burst into laughter. Many of the academy's disciples hugged Wuque with tears in their eyes. This battle was extremely thrilling, but at the same time, it also brought them a huge surprise.
Qin Xiaohe sat beside Ziyin and silently looked at Wuque. She nodded at him, feeling extremely proud. Now, Wuque's growth was about to surpass hers.
Wuque smiled and shifted his gaze towards Qin Hao's seat. He found that the seat was already empty, and Qin Hao and Xiao Han were nowhere to be seen.
"He left," Wuque murmured. He had retrieved a sword for Qin Hao, but unfortunately, Qin Hao did not see it.
This guy, why did he leave in such a hurry? Did Qin Hao really have something to do, or was he afraid of something?