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As Jiang Chuan was still lamenting his utterance of "Reflection Cliff," the six members of Zuo Dao had already retreated to Zuo Wang Peak, as if nothing had happened.
Ling Peak remained the same Ling Peak, only the Peak Master had changed. Although the six from Zuo Dao had rampaged across Ling Peak, it was later discovered that all those killed were either direct disciples or confidants of the former Peak Master, Cui Yongshang. Occasionally, a few mistakenly killed individuals were found to have some unsavory connections.
No one knew how Zuo Wang Peak had such accurate intelligence, but when Tian Yuan, the eldest disciple of the former Peak Master Cui Yongshang, announced his return to Zuo Wang Peak, everyone suddenly understood.
At that moment, Tian Yuan was sitting opposite Zuo Dao, engaged in conversation about who knows what. As a Hidden One, Tian Yuan had always thought his life would continue in this manner; the inaction within the peak had once left him perplexed. However, as a Hidden One, he still worked diligently on his own tasks.
This counterattack by Zuo Wang Peak had made him fully comprehend his father's words.
"Zuo Wang Peak will always be Zuo Wang Peak; it is merely the Zuo Wang Peak's Zuo Wang Peak."
Just before Zuo Dao and his companions launched their assault on Ling Peak, he received his first hidden order since becoming a Hidden One:
"Evacuate all unrelated personnel from the peak."
He did not witness the battle within the peak firsthand but heard much more about it.
Looking at the youthful figure before him, he thought to himself that no one would associate such a young person with being able to counterkill a Golden Core True Person!
Though he sighed inwardly, he still felt convinced by this young man. His demeanor was both appropriate and graceful, and there was no need to mention his strength.
Thinking about working under such a young individual in the future made him feel an unspoken pressure.
Zuo Dao was overjoyed upon learning about the term "Hidden One" from the Drunken Old Man. Especially after receiving the list of Hidden Ones, he was positively elated.
While he harbored no ambitions, having such a significant hidden force was something no one could dislike. Even in the Higher Realm, there existed Hidden Ones.
At the same time, he felt a weight on his shoulders; these Hidden Ones would all need to be subdued by Zuo Dao himself—this was also a tradition of Zuo Wang Peak.
Curiosity about Zuo Wang Peak's secrets grew within him; even an Immortal Sect could not possess such formidable power, could they?
After Yan Zhen and others returned to the peak, they entered a state of cultivation once more. Their junior brother had a knack for demoralizing others and did so without leaving anyone any room to breathe.
Killing a Qi Practitioner was one thing, and taking down a Foundation Establishment Practitioner was another, but to annihilate a Golden Core True Person? That was simply intolerable. Not only had they been wiped out, but there was also the possibility of acquiring celestial techniques from it.
However, that guy seemed to have some sense. Looking at the jade slip in his hand, the usually cold Yan Zhen felt the corners of his mouth curve into a smile. This was what his junior brother referred to as “compensation for mental distress.” Everyone would get a share, and it was specially prepared for them by their junior brother.
A wave of consciousness swept through the jade slip, and a torrent of information surged into his mind.
After completing his tribulation, Zuo Dao had prepared a jade slip for each senior brother and sister, something he had promised them long ago. Each jade slip contained only one Cultivation Method, a unique combination of divine and celestial techniques tailored specifically for them.
The jade slip in Yan Zhen's hand contained the Guardian Sword.
This was a fusion of Zuo Dao's Guardian Sword with Moling and Yan Zhen's own essence.
Yan Zhen felt as if his mind had been pulled into a different space, filled with countless swords and sword energies. Each sword was distinct, and every Dao Sword aura varied.
In the center of this space stood a figure. Just the silhouette alone exerted immense pressure on him, making him feel as if every fiber of his being was groaning, every bone trembling, and all his magical power submitting.
Yan Zhen stood alone in this world of swords, facing an imposing figure. The overwhelming pressure constantly assaulted his body from all directions.
This was merely a Cultivation Method, yet it possessed such formidable power.
Yan Zhen was a serious person; serious individuals often adhered rigidly to principles.
This was just a Cultivation Method gifted to him by his junior brother. If he couldn't withstand this, how could he even talk about cultivation?
At the same time, he recognized the benefits of this pressure.
As he resisted the oppressive force of this sword world, his flesh, meridians, blood, bones, and magical power were undergoing transformation—a positive transformation.
He could feel his blood flowing more vigorously within him and his magical power circulating more swiftly. Every cell in his bones and muscles was dividing and consuming.
"Where in life is there no cultivation?" With this thought in mind, he sat cross-legged and began to meditate within this world of swords, carefully perceiving all the subtle powers present in this realm.
Every sword here radiated its unique brilliance—some strong, some weak; some large, others small. Their momentum varied greatly. Some were as heavy as mountains; others light as feathers; some shone like blazing suns; while others dimmed like black holes.
Yan Zhen sat quietly, absorbing the myriad of swords around him. Since he began his sword training, he had never encountered so many different swords, each offering something new.
The sword lights in the space intertwined and danced, leaving traces within him with every beam that passed through.
He took his time to savor each sensation. Some brought him joy, others sorrow; some lightened his heart while others weighed heavily upon him. Each beam of Dao Sword represented a unique Sword Intent, a realization that stirred something deep within him, though it was merely a fleeting emotion. His sole purpose now was to absorb these Sword Intents and make them his own.
Gradually, Yan Zhen lost himself in the Sword Intents. Each one stirred his heart, and every heartbeat was accompanied by a transformation in the world around him. He became lost not only in the Sword Intents but also in the complexities of life.
Every swordsman understood the principle of choosing one path and following it to the end. It wasn't that they didn't desire more; it was simply impossible. One sword, one world. A sword is just a sword—pure and untainted. The more one mixes different swords, the more muddled their essence becomes, preventing them from realizing the true nature of the sword. For a sword is singular.
Yan Zhen was always aware of this truth. Yet, he was also a serious person, perhaps even stubborn. He believed that Zuo Dao would not lead him astray; he trusted this junior brother and what he offered—he knew it was something he could cultivate.
Thus, he became a wanderer in the world, like countless reincarnations, continuously immersed in one realm after another.
Yan Zhen could not recall anything from before he turned ten; he did not know who his parents were or where he came from. When his master found him, all he learned was his name—Yan Zhen—a person without a past.
His master treated him well and taught him many things. Later, as others joined them, he experienced even more. He learned what it meant to care for someone, what it meant to be loved, and what it meant to share bonds with fellow disciples.
Yet he understood that he was a person without a past and had never doubted his master. This made him cold and unsmiling; it was merely a subconscious defense mechanism.
"Though you have no past, you have a future; you will possess what your heart truly desires." This was also part of his master's teachings.
It wasn't until later that he grasped the meaning behind those words. When Teng Chong, Ping, Yan Zi, Yan Hong, and finally Zuo Dao appeared before him, he understood the significance of those words.
This is home.
Once he comprehended this truth, his first vow emerged: he would protect this space fiercely.
Not just for himself as someone without a past but because this "home" was worth safeguarding.
As he grew older, he could share some past stories with his descendants.
Yan Zhen remained motionless, but the twitching between his brows revealed that he was experiencing something profound at that moment.
Indeed, everything was for the sake of protection.
When this thought appeared in his mind, his eyes inexplicably opened wide, just in time to see a figure in the space turning around.
A familiar face appeared before him.
Before he could express his surprise, the figure that had turned around swung two swords at him.
As the two swords were unleashed, the entire world and all the sword light in the space vanished without a trace. Only the two Dao Emperor sword energies remained suspended in the air.
Within those two Dao Sword energies, runes seemed to flow.
One was for—Guard;
The other was for—Protect.
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