Chapter 910: Sword Slashes the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasury

"Spade? Jian Changsheng?"

Bai Ye looked toward the highest Monument of Great Achievements in confusion, and sure enough, he saw a familiar, sneaky figure on it.

"How is he up there..." Bai Ye found it inconceivable.

"He must have been captured by the emperors' lingering thoughts just like us, right?" Sun Bumian and Bai Ye had been captured themselves and were currently trapped in a broken bowl; seeing Jian Changsheng there, they naturally reached this conclusion.

"Very likely... It seems his luck still isn't very good."

Back when they were being hunted by the emperors, Jian Changsheng was the only one who got separated. They had assumed that after they drew away the firepower, this guy might have escaped disaster... They didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, Jian Changsheng would also be captured and brought to "Flying Dragon in the Sky," and even imprisoned on Ying Zheng's Monument of Great Achievements.

The two of them watched Jian Changsheng from afar, but because they were inside the bowl, Jian Changsheng couldn't see them. They watched as the kid lay on Ying Zheng's monument, poked his head out to look around, muttered something, and then started lying flat on the ground, giving up.

Sun Bumian: ...

Seeing this, Bai Ye was about to say something when his gaze suddenly sharpened, looking toward the breach that had been torn open in the sky!

At the same time, the hundreds of emperors' lingering thoughts on the other monuments also turned to look. Dense, golden figures floated silently above the peaks, and the entire "Flying Dragon in the Sky" fell into a deathly silence.

Until a thunderous roar erupted from behind the breach!

BOOM—!!

It was as if a heavy train traveling at full speed had crashed head-on into a wall. The crack, already riddled with holes, was completely torn open. Pressure at the level of the Nine Lords surged madly from outside the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasury, and a hurricane blew open a corner of the chaotic sky!

Amidst the violent particle turbulence, a figure wearing a white lab coat, hands in his pockets, floated out into the air.

Golden energy intertwined behind him, sometimes forming a ring like a blazing sun, sometimes a mysterious hexagram, and sometimes nine flickering stars. From afar, he looked like a god in white, wielding the power of heaven and earth, descending upon the world!

"That is..." Bai Ye frowned tightly as he looked at the unfamiliar face.

Sun Bumian narrowed his eyes behind his small round sunglasses, as if trying hard to recall something, then said uncertainly: "He should be Lord Xuanyu... Ji Xuan?"

"How do you know?"

"I’ve seen some news reports before... his face was on them, but I don't remember clearly." Sun Bumian paused for a moment. "But the scientific authority he wields is easy to remember, and the name is quite domineering."

"What is it?"

"I can't remember the academic name, I just remember it's a type of subatomic particle. Everyone calls it the 'God Particle'."

"God Particle..." Bai Ye stroked his chin. "The Higgs boson?"

Sun Bumian looked at Bai Ye in shock. "You even know that??"

"I read books occasionally in my spare time to learn a thing or two."

“……”

"If I recall correctly, the Higgs boson is the particle that gives matter 'mass,' and according to the mass-energy equivalence formula: E=mc², mass and energy are equivalent. So, while he is bestowing mass upon matter, he is essentially bestowing energy upon all things to a certain extent... Such great power is indeed worthy of the title 'God Particle'," Bai Ye mused.

Sun Bumian stared blankly at Bai Ye, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. It took a full ten seconds before he asked the same question as Mo Lian:

"You're a thief, why are you learning so much??"

"I didn't really study it, I just flipped through a few books," Bai Ye shrugged.

Sun Bumian's expression was incredibly colorful. He looked at Bai Ye, thinking that if this guy had been born a few hundred years earlier, he would definitely have been a super-scholar; being a Saint of Thieves here was truly a waste of his talents...

Lord Xuanyu kept his hands in his pockets. Without moving his feet, his figure was supported by an invisible force, moving silently through the chaotic sky.

His gaze swept over the more than four hundred mountain peaks stretching to the end of the sky, and the golden figures upon them, his brows furrowing slightly.

He spoke indifferently:

"Seeking longevity in life, seeking immortality in death. The feudal imperial system has been abolished for hundreds of years; to think that so many lingering thoughts are still parasitizing the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasury here, unwilling to leave...

What? Are you reluctant to let go of your grand ambitions and still want to recreate a feudal dynasty?"

This sentence seemed to enrage the many emperors' lingering thoughts. Waves of imperial pressure surged from the monuments, like a mighty golden tide, pressing down toward Lord Xuanyu in the high sky!

Lord Xuanyu let out a cold snort. Countless particles swirled around him, forming an invisible barrier that forcibly tore a gap through the surging imperial might. His white lab coat snapped in the violent wind.

"Don't say that you are now just lingering thoughts after death; even in your prime, except for a few, none of you would be a match for me in a single blow..."

"Whether you are angry or unwilling... my goal today is to wipe out the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasury."

"I’d like to see which of you can stop me."

Lord Xuanyu's tone was very calm, but the content was incredibly domineering. He raised his hand and pointed at the firmament, and a long cross-shaped sword condensed from ultra-high-speed moving particles took form!

It was not a sword of tangible matter, but a mass of energy compressed to the extreme. It was like a miniature sun; because its internal structure was unstable, the reflected spectrum was constantly changing—from orange to red, from red to purple, then from purple to black... Finally, it looked like a sword-shaped pitch-black abyss, as if it could swallow everything.

World-destroying pressure emanated from that sword. Lord Xuanyu pinched a sword seal and pointed from afar, and it flew out just like a sword controlled by a cultivator in a fantasy film!

The black longsword cleaved through the mighty imperial pressure and instantly slashed the emperor's lingering thought closest to Lord Xuanyu. Energy surged from the sword's momentum like a black, scorching tide, drowning the other lingering thoughts nearby as well!

A steady stream of emperors' lingering thoughts rose from their respective monuments, mobilizing their own "great achievements" to kill Lord Xuanyu. More than four hundred emperors attacked one after another with great momentum, yet Lord Xuanyu, alone with his sword, fought like a demon god, carving out a bloody path and nearly shaking the entire "Flying Dragon in the Sky" layer to the point of collapse.

"Who is this guy?? Is he really that fierce??"

Jian Changsheng lay on Ying Zheng's Monument of Great Achievements, watching Lord Xuanyu cut through numerous emperors and slowly approach his location, his eyes wide with shock.

Although Lord Xuanyu had taken action, it would still take time to cut through so many monuments to reach the depths. Meanwhile, Sun Bumian and Bai Ye in the bowl also watched the whole process, their expressions somewhat strange.

"Does channeling the Higgs boson require those flashy sword seals?" Sun Bumian couldn't help but ask.

"...It shouldn't."

"Then why is he acting like a sword immortal?"

Bai Ye watched Lord Xuanyu, who was "controlling the sword with Qi," "fluttering in white," and displaying the "posture of a sword immortal" amidst the chaotic battle, and pondered for a moment.

"...To serve a stylistic purpose?"