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On the summit of the towering mountain, Yan Ji stood alone, his indifferent eyes surveying the vast landscape below. His long black hair fluttered in the gentle breeze, and a sense of cold pride naturally emerged.
Except for the two people inside the Cave, no one knew that Yan Ji had entered the Xuan Lei Sect solely to carry out a mission. Now that this mission was complete, the Xuan Lei Sect could no longer accommodate him. His gaze had already extended across the entire Thunder Continent, or perhaps even further...
"Thank you this time."
A faint voice came from behind. Yan Ji did not turn around; he already knew who it was. There would be no one else standing here but that man.
"No need to thank me. This was merely our transaction; you just need to hand over the essence of the Sword of Life to me," Yan Ji replied calmly. Perhaps due to his cultivation of the Sword of Death, his temperament had become heavy with Death Qi. Even when facing this man, who could intimidate the entire continent, he showed no sign of change.
The Sword of Life and the Sword of Death were two corresponding sword techniques. Yan Ji did not cultivate Thunder Power but focused solely on the essence of sword techniques. He was inevitably walking a different path of cultivation. If successful, he might reach the pinnacle of power; if he failed, he could lose his life. This was a road of no return and also his own choice.
With his hands clasped behind him, the middle-aged man slowly stepped beside Yan Ji. Looking at the proud figure of Yan Ji, he suddenly smiled and said lightly, "Haven't you noticed how much more you resemble your father?"
Father. When these two words escaped the middle-aged man's lips, Yan Ji's body visibly trembled. A flicker of indescribable emotion shone in his indifferent eyes. He was only cultivating the Sword of Death; after all, he was not dead. Faced with this sole obsession in his heart, it became difficult for him to maintain his usual calmness.
Slowly turning his head, he fixed a piercing gaze on the middle-aged man and spoke each word deliberately: "Do not mention him to me. He is him; I am I. We are not the same person!"
"Hehe..." The middle-aged man chuckled softly, neither confirming nor denying it. He turned his gaze toward the distant horizon, watching the rolling sea of clouds, and an unusual expression involuntarily appeared in his eyes. Pointing with his right hand, he said loudly to Yan Ji, "Look at that edge over there; that is where the peak of this land lies. As cultivators, we should bravely move forward toward that edge until we can break through this void. Only then can we step into a new realm, and only then can we truly enter the pinnacle state."
"To look down upon mountains and rivers does not make one strong; to gaze at the earth is the pinnacle of cultivation." With a wave of his right hand, the middle-aged man spoke with lofty pride. Such grand words made even Yan Ji tremble slightly as a light previously unseen sparkled in his eyes, echoing those phrases in his heart.
"To look down upon mountains and rivers does not make one strong; to gaze at the earth is the pinnacle."
"In fact, I admire your father very much."
After a moment, the middle-aged man's voice once again resonated calmly.
"Don't speak yet, let me finish. Regardless of your father's other aspects, his unwavering determination to seek knowledge is something I deeply admire."
"He immersed himself in the way of the sword, obsessed with it. I have known him for a long time; no one understands his life better than I do. He began practicing swordsmanship at five, forged swords at eight, and by ten he was already able to execute sword techniques. By fifteen, he had mastered his swordsmanship, and when he came of age, he was already famous across the continent. There was no one who did not know him. I have seen countless talents, but none like him—such a monstrous talent."
"I also considered myself quite talented, but compared to him, I felt ashamed. In those days, he wielded his sword across the continent, claiming that he only sought a single defeat. Yet in the vast Thunder Continent, no one dared to challenge him. What kind of spirit and pride that was..." As he spoke, the middle-aged man could not help but reveal a deep respect. Although he was also a peak expert, he had yet to reach the level of that man who boldly challenged the entire continent.
Slowly stepping forward, Yan Ji approached him.
"Indeed, I admit that his combat power can dominate the continent and reach great heights, but so what? For him, my mother and I waited in vain for twenty years. Where was he when my mother fell ill? Where was he when she needed support? Where was he when my mother died from her illness..."
Tears streamed down Yan Ji's cheeks involuntarily. Since his mother's death, he had not shed a tear, but thinking of her waiting in agony until her last moments filled his heart with endless sorrow. These tears were not for himself but for his mother who had waited her entire life!
"Heh... didn't he seek a defeat? I, Yan Ji, will give him that defeat. I want to take his people to my mother's grave to repent personally. I want him to guard her tomb for a hundred years; I want him to spend the rest of his life in pain..." His face twisted as an indelible hatred replaced any other emotion in his eyes; this resentment had deeply etched itself into his very bones.
No one knew why Yan Ji's cultivation speed was so fast; only he knew the true reason. Beyond his exceptional talent, the greater reason lay in his relentless training day and night, with the sole pillar supporting him being the desire to defeat that man—his father.
Since his mother's death, his heart had died as well; this had become his only belief and obsession!
After quietly observing Yan Ji for a while, the middle-aged man opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing. He sighed heavily, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes as he softly spoke,
"Do you wish to join my Sword Pavilion and become a disciple of Zhuang Yuanhang?"
For any young person across the continent, hearing these words would likely lead to sleepless excitement. The name Seven Swords True Monarch Zhuang Yuanhang was enough to replace everything and resolve all troubles.
However, to Yan Ji, this statement held no interest whatsoever. The excitement he once felt had long been reined in; his eyes were filled with an endless indifference. Yet deep within that indifference lay an unexpressed sorrow and pain that no one could comprehend.
"Absolutely will not join the Sword Pavilion in this life."
This one sentence had already answered Zhuang Yuanhang's invitation.
Zhuang Yuanhang smiled self-deprecatingly. That man was from the Sword Pavilion; how could Yan Ji, with such pride, ever join the Sword Pavilion? He had asked in vain. With a gentle grasp of his right foot in the air, a white scroll appeared in his hand, and a strong vitality suddenly emanated from the scroll. Looking at the scroll, three large characters were prominently printed on it:
Sword of Life
"Although you are unwilling to join the Sword Pavilion, you have quite a deep connection with it. Teaching you is not against the sect rules, but there is one thing I must tell you: both the Sword of Life and the Sword of Death are supreme sword techniques of my Sword Pavilion. Anyone who cultivates both simultaneously will perish due to energy conflict, including many who are monsters. The repulsion force of top-tier sword techniques is far beyond what you can imagine. Therefore, for a thousand years, no one in my Sword Pavilion has dared to cultivate two sword techniques at the same time. How to choose is up to you."
Gently receiving the scroll that Zhuang Yuanhang handed over, Yan Ji did not even look at it before stuffing it into the Ethereal Ring. After Zhuang Yuanhang finished speaking, Yan Ji did not respond; instead, he expanded his form and transformed into a black shadow, disappearing from the mountain peak.
Watching his gradually fading figure, Zhuang Yuanhang's eyes flickered slightly as he murmured,
"Actually, I just lied to you. I've seen that kind of talent twice: once in your father and once in you..."
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