Chapter 108 - 97: Saint Son of the Nanling Ice Race, World-Shocking Secret Technique

Chapter 108: Chapter 97: Saint Son of the Nanling Ice Race, World-Shocking Secret Technique

Ji Qingxue and the others pursued the Chaos Sword Embryo to see exactly where the ancient sword was heading. In truth, they all knew that with their current speed, catching up to it was impossible. Even so, they couldn’t help but sprint after it.

Jiang Hao, however, pursued the Chaos Sword Embryo for a completely different reason.

His intuition told him that the Cyan Lotus Martial Soul wouldn’t become restless without cause. By following the sword, he might stumble upon an unexpected harvest. Most importantly, the aura of Chaos Qi emanating from the Chaos Sword Embryo felt instinctively similar to the Chaos Qi surrounding his Cyan Lotus Martial Soul, as if they shared the exact same origin.

"Perhaps I have a chance to tame that Sword Embryo," he thought.

For a moment, Jiang Hao’s breathing grew ragged. Of course, "taming" it didn’t mean he would rely on his own strength to force its submission. His current power was likely far inferior to the Sword Spirit dwelling within the Sword Embryo. His so-called chance relied entirely on borrowing the Soul Power of his Cyan Lotus Martial Soul.

It was obvious that his martial soul had some deep connection with the Chaos Sword Embryo; otherwise, it wouldn’t have reacted so violently.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Taking to the skies, the group chased after it with reckless abandon. However, the Chaos Ancient Sword was unfathomably fast. In a mere instant, it vanished from their sight.

Fortunately, the Sword Embryo left behind an endless vacuum in its wake. Wherever it passed, every blade of grass was annihilated, leaving what looked like a massive sword scar carving through the earth. Jiang Hao and the rest naturally only needed to follow that scar to trace the Sword Embryo’s trajectory.

"What terrifying might. Just what kind of sword is that?"

"Could it be a Magical Artifact at the level of an Extreme Dao Imperial Treasure?"

"It doesn’t look like it. I’m afraid it’s even more terrifying than an Ultimate Dao Imperial Artifact."

"This sword absolutely has a profound background. If someone were to obtain it, it would probably cause a heaven-shaking sensation."

"A Sword Embryo capable of nurturing Chaos Qi is beyond our comprehension. I fear even an Emperor-level Powerhouse wouldn’t necessarily know its origins if they were here."

The cultivators from Nanling engaged in fervent discussion as they sprinted along the trail. Although the Chaos Sword Embryo had shot into the sky from beneath the Nine Mountains of the Ancient Emperor Sect, it didn’t seem to belong to the sect itself. Coupled with the sword pressure it had just unleashed, it was hard to imagine what kind of Divine Weapon it truly was.

Listening to their chatter, Jiang Hao remained entirely silent.

Possessing the Chaos Cyan Lotus Martial Soul, he recognized the Chaos Qi on the Sword Embryo at a single glance. It wasn’t nurtured Chaos Qi; rather, it seemed innate. The sword was a Chaos Supreme Treasure. Jiang Hao knew full well what the word "Chaos" signified.

Yet, despite their frenzied pursuit, the Chaos Sword Embryo was nowhere to be seen. After chasing it relentlessly for ten whole days, Ji Qingxue and the others began to entertain thoughts of giving up. Had the Sword Embryo not been flying precisely toward the Ancient Imperial City, they probably would have stopped long ago.

Even Jiang Hao was growing disappointed. If he missed this opportunity, he didn’t know if he’d ever see the Sword Embryo again.

However, just as everyone was on the verge of abandoning the chase, something caught their attention.

"Look! It’s over there!" A peerless prodigy of Nanling pointed ahead, crying out in pleasant surprise.

Jiang Hao and the rest followed his gaze, all of them pausing in slight astonishment.

Deep within the Endless Mountain Range ahead, the Chaos Sword Embryo stood erect at the Spirit Peak Summit. It hovered silently as boundless Chaos Qi rolled off it, making the entire Spirit Peak look ethereal and illusory.

Countless terrifying Cultivators had already gathered around the Spirit Peak. They all stared at the Chaos Ancient Sword from afar, their eyes brimming with shock. Evidently, not all the Cultivators had seen the Chaos Sword Embryo before; only those who had entered the ruins of the Ancient Emperor Sect had been fortunate enough to witness it. Most of the terrifying figures present were laying eyes on it for the very first time.

What was even more shocking was that the Sword Embryo seemed to have been resting at the Spirit Peak Summit for quite some time, yet no one dared to approach it.

Only one figure of peerless elegance stood closest to the Sword Embryo. He was hovering in the void, seemingly locked in a standoff with the sword. To Jiang Hao and the others, he presented nothing but a magnificent back.

However, the moment Ji Qingxue and the rest saw that silhouette, their bodies trembled.

"Leng Tianyu of the Ice Race?"

"Brother Tianyu?"

"It’s Brother Tianyu! It really is Brother Tianyu!"

Relying on nothing but a back view of peerless demeanor, Ji Wufeng and the others managed to recognize him.

Hearing this, Jiang Hao subconsciously asked, "Miss Ji, do you know that person?"

In response, a peerless prodigy of Nanling exclaimed in excitement, "He is one of the ten great Saint Sons of the ancient clans in Nanling. He’s one of the ten truly strongest individuals of our region—Leng Tianyu of the eternal Saint Race, the Ice Race. He is Brother Tianyu!"

GASP!

Jiang Hao drew a sharp breath.

One of the ten truly strongest people in Nanling? Didn’t that mean he was one of the ten most terrifying among all the peerless monsters in Nanling? Perhaps such an existence could no longer be described as a mere peerless monster. He was one of the true pinnacle existences—the absolute ceiling of Nanling’s younger generation.

"Saint Son of the Ice Race?"

Jiang Hao muttered to himself. It was his first time hearing the name of a Saint Race. Clearly, the other party was not just a Saint Son; he was the Saint Son of a Saint Race and one of the ten pinnacle figures.

Jiang Hao had no idea exactly how many ancient clans and Saint Races existed in Nanling, but he knew that a region daring to contend with the Celestial Sword Sect had a level of terror that spoke for itself.

And the fearsome power of the ten great Saint Sons of Nanling was even harder to fathom. Just by looking at the man’s back, Jiang Hao felt a pressure as heavy as Mount Tai, stifling enough to take his breath away.