Chapter 62: Sword Prodigy (The End)

The Imperial Sword Dynasty
Su Chen was in seclusion when suddenly the token hanging at his waist glowed red.
"Oh no! Jian'er is in danger!"
Su Chen summoned the Returning Dust Sword, and the space before him shattered like a mirror.
A vast aura swept across the imperial palace, reaching thousands of miles.
When Su Chen arrived, his expression was extremely grim.
Shen Nianjian was not dead.
However, his cultivation had been abolished.
"Grandpa..."
Shen Nianjian was very weak, and his Heavenly Gang Breaking Sword Body had vanished.
He was practically a cripple.
Su Chen brought Shen Nianjian back to the Imperial Sword Dynasty, furious, and began a thorough investigation, determined to find out who dared to abolish Shen Nianjian's cultivation!
Shen Nianjian's abolition was undoubtedly a huge blow to the Imperial Sword Dynasty.
Having searched fruitlessly, Su Chen began to suspect the Great Jing Dynasty.
He had used someone else to frame the Great Jing Dynasty, and the Jing Emperor harbored a deep grudge.
The Great Jing Dynasty
The Jing Emperor cursed loudly:
"Shen Chen, you madman!"
For no reason at all, he accused him of sending someone to depose the Crown Prince of the Imperial Sword Dynasty.
Ever since Su Chen left the Scale Crocodile Clan, he had been avoiding this scourge like the plague; why would he actively provoke him?
The Jing Emperor wanted to clarify things and arranged a meeting with Shen Chen.
The two, sworn brothers, met again after three hundred years.
"Brother, this is truly not my doing!"
The Jing Emperor wanted to explain.
Su Chen sneered: "Brother? You still consider me your brother? The Scale Crocodile Clan, the Spirit Shark Clan, and the Ice Turtle Clan were instigated by you, resulting in the deaths of more than a hundred billion people in my Imperial Sword Dynasty?"
The Jing Emperor's heart sank; he hadn't expected Su Chen to have discovered this.
"Today, we are no longer sworn brothers; our ties are severed!"
Su Chen waved his hand dismissively.
Emperor Jing felt a sudden surge of terror. He turned to flee, but Su Chen instantly killed him with a single sword strike, his blood splattering in mid-air.
All the guards of the Great Jing Dynasty were also killed by the Sword Guards.
Taking advantage of the internal strife within the Great Jing Dynasty, Su Chen dispatched troops into the country.
Not long after, a figure riding a crane appeared in the palace of the Imperial Sword Dynasty.
The forces behind the Great Jing Dynasty mobilized.
"Emperor Shen, your actions have gone too far!"
Su Chen slashed at him with his sword.
"Why should I need your interference in my actions?"
Su Chen's actions were far too domineering.
However, with Cao Tianming's support, even with his domineering behavior, most forces would turn a blind eye.
Finally, Su Chen obtained half of the Great Jing Dynasty's national fortune before withdrawing his troops.
Shen Nianjian was unable to cultivate, so Su Chen could only try to find a new successor.
However, for four hundred years, the Imperial Sword Dynasty had not produced a new innate martial body.
In a rural field,
a thin, hunched old farmer pushed open a wooden door.
He saw his grandson being held in the arms of a middle-aged man.
"Brother An, long time no see!"
Shen Ping'an looked at the face, which was almost identical to his memory.
If there was a difference,
it was that the man was now more imposing and unfathomable.
"I didn't expect you to be able to find me even after all this,"
Shen Ping'an smiled bitterly.
Su Chen smiled and said to the little guy in his arms, "How about Grandpa takes you to enjoy all the riches and honors?"
Shen Ping'an's face instantly turned serious: "Brother, he's just a child, he's still young!"
Su Chen's smile vanished.
"The Innate Sword Control Body, you should know what that represents?"
Shen Ping'an blocked Su Chen's path.
"No matter what, I will not let you take this child away."
Su Chen remained expressionless, and with a single slap, he pinned Shen Ping'an to the ground, rendering him immobile.
This matter was not up to Shen Ping'an.
Shen Ping'an coughed twice, fragments of his internal organs mingling with blood and saliva.
He remembered the first time he met Su Chen.
He still remembered the young man's words from afar.
"If anyone dares to bully you in the future, your brother will use his sword to kill them for you."
But now...
The one who bullied him...
"Only you!"
Shen Ping'an burned his remaining lifespan, trying to break free from Su Chen's suppression, but it was futile.
Su Chen left with the child, naming him Shen Daoyuan.
He had already given Shen Ping'an hundreds of years of peace.
Ten years later, another sword genius emerged in the world.
Shen Daoyuan joined the Heavenly Sword Holy Land.
That same year, a major event occurred.
The beings of the Western Regions directly waged war against the Southern Regions.
To prepare for the coming of a great era, the Western Regions sought to crush the Southern Regions and seize their fortune.
After all, one should target the weakest link.
"An ancient being in the Western Regions desires to break through to the Great Saint realm, but the Western Regions' vital energy and fortune are insufficient to support the emergence of a Great Saint."
This battle was a gamble, a contest.
However, to Su Chen's surprise, Cao Tianming was actually killed by an ancient freak from the Western Regions!
Su Chen witnessed that battle; two beings nearing the Saint realm clashed, causing the heavens and earth to tremble.
Cao Tianming burned his sword dao to its limit, yet he was still no match. A powerful figure from the Heavenly Sword Holy Land intervened, but was blocked by a great power from the Western Regions.
"So, even someone with a divine body can die!"
A wave of sorrow suddenly washed over Su Chen, a sentiment he had held for many years.
The world is never short of geniuses.
It's all about timing and fate.
In this battle, Su Chen, though fortunate enough to survive, was severely injured.
The Western Regions didn't fare any better either; the breakthrough to Great Saint was abruptly interrupted.
Su Chen is a thousand years old.
His cultivation is at the sixth level of the Void Realm.
The battle with the Western Regions has further devastated the already weakened Southern Regions.
It's as if they've entered an era of declining Dharma, with Saints nowhere to be seen.
Even the ranks of geniuses have died out; not a single one can carry the banner.
An era where Saints are absent and Nirvana is rare.
Su Chen inexplicably became a powerful figure.
The Imperial Sword Dynasty became one of the few remaining major powers.
The sadness in Su Chen's heart vanished; the era of declining Dharma is wonderful.
His first act was to annex the Great Jing Dynasty, and then, in the next two hundred years, he successively annexed three more dynasties.
His cultivation level skyrocketed to the ninth level of the Void Realm.
Su Chen went into seclusion to break through to the Nirvana Realm; his lifespan was reduced to only three hundred years.
He was going all in.
But his desperate gamble failed.
The white-haired Su Chen's eyes blazed with resentment!
He discovered that the laws of the Southern Region were incomplete.
It would take another two or three hundred years to recover, preventing him from breaking through to the Nirvana Realm.
"I hate it!"
Damn it! I finally touched the threshold of the Nirvana Realm, almost becoming a Venerable, and now you're telling me the gates of heaven and earth have closed, preventing my breakthrough?
Su Chen met Shen Daoyuan.
A sudden thought arose in his mind.
If he killed all the members of the Shen clan, would it give him a chance to break through to the Nirvana Realm?
Shen Daoyuan stood before Su Chen, sword in hand, facing him.
"Grandfather, let me see you off on your final journey."
Su Chen smiled: "You want to avenge your grandfather?"
Shen Daoyuan drew his sword against Su Chen. His swordsmanship, purer than Su Chen's, reminded Su Chen of Cao Tianming.
The two fought for three days and three nights.
Old and weakened, Su Chen, having failed in his breakthrough, was defeated.
He was thrown directly into the furnace before Shen Daoyuan.
"I will forge a sword for you."
"I hope your swordsmanship will not be like mine."
1500 years later
Su Chen died.