Legend of Swordsman

In the future, his spatial realm reached the cosmic level, and with his Thought power, it encompassed the entire universe. The mesmerizing power of that magnitude captivated him.

It was nearing the end of this lifetime.

Once he attained the Dao Merge, he could swiftly step into the cosmic spatial realm.

At present, his mental force could cover the expanse of a high-level Domain.

Swoosh!

Jian Wushuang abruptly halted, then changed direction, flying towards the south.

"Such a vast range, yet there are only a few hundred people. What era is this exactly?"

The entire scope of a high-level Domain, occupied by merely a hundred individuals, and they seemed to be elderly cultivators practicing ancient Qi cultivation techniques.

The rest of the auras emanated from wild beasts.

This continent, vast beyond comparison, was a land formed from a famous temporal secret realm in the Moro Spacetime of ancient times, perhaps a land that gained prominence in comparison to the entire universe.

Logically, a continent like this should have long been occupied by the human race!

Could it be that the scriptures he read initially were inaccurate, or was the era he entered too ancient, with humanity yet to rise?

The strength of those wild beasts was commendable, each displaying the prowess of transcendent beings, with even some reaching the level of Yan Immortals.

In the ancient Moro Spacetime, the classification of strength was far from as detailed as it is today, and the realms were rough and varied.

In simple terms, there were Immortals and mortals, which coincided with the Four Great Secret Realms.

Earthly Immortals, Heavenly Immortals, and Emperors.

Mortal realms consisted of Postnatal, Prenatal, Myriad Forms, Nascent Soul, and Mahayana.

He had indeed spent tens of thousands of years crawling through and experiencing these realms back then.

In the later stages of the Moro Spacetime, some extraordinary geniuses, defying the heavens, could reach the Mahayana realm in just a hundred years.

With numerous treasures and powerful mentors, they indeed avoided many detours.

For instance, when Jian Wushuang encountered a state of confusion in closed-door cultivation, others had powerful mentors to directly help them understand.

Although his master was not weak, Xuan Yi mainly assisted him through teachings, with little guidance to dispel confusion.

After all, they couldn't let him progress smoothly.

Those geniuses who reached the Mahayana realm in a hundred years couldn't reach his current state.

It's not that those geniuses couldn't become Dao Lords, but most of them stopped at the Emperor realm. To become a Tribulation realm cultivator, one needed to endure some hardships.

Now Jian Wushuang's cultivation level was much stronger than an Emperor.

Within the supreme-peak, there were few individuals who could match his strength.

"Arrived!" Lost in thought, his figure had already approached the vicinity of human cultivators.

Boom!!!

Kill!!!

As soon as he arrived, he heard the resounding shouts of battle in the sky.

It turned out that these human cultivators had encountered a powerful wild beast, already at the later stages of the Nascent Soul realm.

Among these cultivators, only one had reached the Nascent Soul realm, and it seemed like they were still in the early stages.

The Nascent Soul realm was a significant cultivation level; some Nascent Soul experts could effortlessly obliterate countless Nascent Soul entities with a wave of their hand.

There was a considerable gap in strength.

Just like the current situation.

Jian Wushuang held the board on his thumb, and in a careless moment, the board fell off. Just as he was about to pick it up, the human cultivators couldn't hold on any longer.

He couldn't bother with the board; he rushed over immediately to save lives.

This time, he deliberately suppressed his aura, but even when he casually made a move, it still caused a significant commotion, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The savage beast at the realm of Nascent Soul directly turned into debris, disappearing instantly on the spot.

Jian Wushuang had already reached among the crowd, saving a baby from a cradle. If he had been a moment slower, the infant would have perished.

"Savior!" The oldest among the group of human cultivators knelt directly in front of Jian Wushuang.

Seeing the elder kneel, the others followed suit.

Jian Wushuang held the infant in one hand and had his other hand behind his back, portraying the demeanor of an extraordinary outsider. He carried a mysterious divine sword on his back, adding to the enigma.

However, he knew, based on the timeline, the ages of these people were probably even older than the Qishen Temple.

"Please rise! I'm just in seclusion here, and I only intervened after being disturbed by this beast. No need to thank me!" Jian Wushuang's voice was steady, carrying the air of a seasoned master.

The leading elder, trembling, stood up and immediately introduced himself. "Junior Chirou pays respects to the senior. I wonder if this place is the senior's Dao Arena, and we've caused you much trouble!"

Jian Wushuang, however, paid no mind and instead looked down at the baby in his arms. He discovered that the child possessed innate potential, with ancient marks on the forehead, and inquired, "I see some unusual marks on the baby's forehead. Is it the totem of your tribe?"

In this era, he had a clearer understanding. It was probably the end of the era of the Higher Heavens.

Those born in the Higher Heavens era would have tribal totems.

"Yes, this baby in the senior's hands is my grandson, just born not long ago!" the elder respectfully replied.

Inwardly moved, their tribe had survived in this area for millions of years without producing a Mahayana cultivator. The seemingly young man before them was probably a Mahayana cultivator. If he took the grandson as his disciple, their tribe might finally have a Mahayana cultivator, qualifying them to leave this wilderness and enter the sacred grounds of the human realm.

It would change the fate of their tribe.

"Just born, and the totem is already manifesting. Your grandson has excellent talent!" Jian Wushuang nodded.

Although he had limited knowledge of the Moro Spacetime, he understood the basics.

The totem on the infant's forehead manifested so early; in the future, it would likely become a Nascent Soul realm cultivator.

There was hope for the Mahayana realm.

Certainly, encountering him would make it easy to reach the Mahayana realm.

With a single point, the power of All Things entered the infant's brow.

Following the power of All Things, there was a thread of thought force entering the baby's body.

After the thought force entered the infant's body, a massive bloodline power instantly numbed the hand of Jian Wushuang.

"Not simple!" Jian Wushuang thought to himself.

The future of this infant was extraordinary; he couldn't even probe into it.

This power of All Things could be considered a kind of good fortune!

The old man looked on with envy; he could sense a powerful force injected into his grandson, and joy filled his heart.

Just as he was about to follow Jian Wushuang's lead and continue speaking, Jian Wushuang interrupted.

"I have important matters to attend to, so I won't disturb you any longer!" Jian Wushuang said and stood up to leave.

The Human Race's sacred ground.

Where did he want to go?

Before leaving, Jian Wushuang remembered that the jade plaque had fallen. He wanted to go back and search for it. At this moment, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he thought of something.

It was the jade plaque of Qishen. He brought it into this spacetime, which meant there were now two identical jade plaques.

If that was the case, the plaque in his hand would probably disappear.

However, the plaque had not disappeared, and Qishen had not yet appeared.