Chapter 1143: Samsara Sword? A Xuanhuang Dao Treasure (1)

When the Samsara Sword first appeared in Wu Yuan's upper dantian lobe and clashed with the projection of the black pagoda, the two were closely matched.

Later, as Wu Yuan's body refiner self attained the status of Ancestral Pagoda Archon, each of the two artifact imprints was fully taken over by a true self.

As the Samsara Sword gradually manifested further in reality, the power it unleashed also grew, which was a huge contributing factor to Wu Yuan's qi refiner self's formidable combat power.

Even after stepping onto the path of the Psyche Dream class, Wu Yuan never forgot about the Samsara Sword.

The Psyche Dream class excels at soul attacks, but soul attacks have their fatal flaws.

Wu Yuan had always understood this.

However, the Dao resonance of the Samsara Sword can greatly enhance the attack power of my lifebound flying swords, making my physical attacks a lethal move as well.

Today, it had finally manifested one hundred percent in reality.

Once the fully manifested Samsara Sword infuses its Dao resonance into the flying swords, what will happen?

Wu Yuan watched the glowing blade, his mind brimming with anticipation.

Now, the Samsara Sword was indistinguishable from the surrounding Xiantian artifacts, each radiating an eternal aura—as if it had truly crossed from illusion into reality.

As for the massive white stone, its essence had been slowly drained by the Samsara Sword over tens of thousands of years. Its once-imposing presence had diminished by more than half, a shadow of its former self.

Activate.

As the master of the Samsara Sword, Wu Yuan attempted to invoke the Dao resonance of the Samsara Sword.

Hum~

The moment his soul power made contact with the sword, an astonishingly powerful force immediately began pulling Wu Yuan's consciousness in.

Not good? This!

Wu Yuan's expression changed drastically. This force acted without any warning, and it seemed to specifically target his consciousness.

It was worth noting that Wu Yuan had cultivated an Eternal Psyche long ago. Although still a sempiternal lifeform, his soul strength was slightly superior to that of a normal Overlord. Yet he hadn't sensed anything before touching the Samsara Sword.

Boom!

Wu Yuan's spirit shook as he deployed the soul secret art ‘Psyche Radiance'. His spirit shone brilliantly as his Yuan Souls blazed with light, uniting in frantic resistance against the pulling force.

Although Wu Yuan felt that the Samsara Sword wouldn't harm him, he dared not gamble on it.

No one gets to decide my fate.

A hint of madness gleamed in Wu Yuan's spirit.

"There’s no need to struggle! Come, herein lies the world’s most beautiful..." An intangible force emanated from the Samsara Sword, trying to entice Wu Yuan.

“Get lost!” Wu Yuan's mind was as clear as crystal. The Dream World in his spirit had fully expanded, completely enveloping himself.

Break!

Wu Yuan roared inwardly. The illusory Dream World bloomed, layer upon layer of spirit dreamscapes furiously crushing the mysterious fluctuations released by the Samsara Sword.

If Wu Yuan were just an ordinary Overlord or had merely cultivated an Eternal Psyche, he would certainly have been powerless to resist.

But now, he had constructed a Dream World, and was a Psyche Dream class powerhouse who had received the inheritance of Goddess Nüwa. Even the true selves of most Saints were no match for him in manipulation-type soul secret arts.

Rumble~

The mysterious fluctuations released by the Samsara Sword collided over ten times with Wu Yuan’s Myriad Rebirths Tribulation, resembling a soul confrontation between super powerhouses.

My mind is clear! The light of my soul is inextinguishable. Destiny and spacetime shall be mine to control.

Wu Yuan roared inwardly.

Wu Yuan's spiritual aura intensified.

Wu Yuan had spent hundreds of millions of years in arduous training at Ancient Dream mountain, living through one life after another. He dared not claim to know everything, but his perspectives and experiences were far from ordinary.

When he attained an Eternal Psyche, he understood with great clarity that his fate could only lie in his own hands, and relying on anyone else was useless. Bow to neither gods nor the heavens!

Myriad rebirths, eternal in a thought, suppress!

Wu Yuan's spirit and consciousness manifested as streaks of sword light.

The sword lights surged like a tide, as if to slay all living beings. Following the ripples of karma and destiny, they slashed through the strands of fluctuations attempting to infiltrate Wu Yuan.

Whoosh~

Finally, the mysterious ripples released by the Samsara Sword completely dissipated under Wu Yuan's forceful counterattack. The Samsara Sword also returned to its normal state.

What exactly happened just now? Where did those fluctuations come from?

Wu Yuan calmed down, his spirit and Yuan Soul returning to normal as he silently observed the Samsara Sword.

Yet he dared not touch it carelessly again.

Stay calm, be careful. This Samsara Sword must still harbor great secrets.

Wu Yuan thought to himself, his mind vigilant.

If he hadn't been cultivating the soul secret art 'Psyche Radiance' for tens of thousands of years, grasping it to some degree, he would certainly have been dragged in.

Wu Yuan despised the feeling of being unable to control his own destiny.

The Samsara Sword is now fully manifested. In theory, this sword should now be a real object.

Wu Yuan pondered.

I am its master, and I can sense the Samsara Sword, but where did those fluctuations originate from?

Boom!

Suddenly, the divine sword within Wu Yuan's internal space suddenly released an extremely powerful wave of pressure that completely exceeded Wu Yuan's imagination.

A trace of fear involuntarily flashed through Wu Yuan's eyes. This pressure was slightly stronger than facing the true self of a True Saint. A high-grade Xiantian artifact? No!

A Xiantian Instrument?

Wu Yuan muttered to himself, his consciousness staring intently at the Samsara Sword.

No, many True Saints possess Xiantian Instruments. A Xiantian Instrument without mana infusion couldn't possibly be stronger than a True Saint.

This defied common sense.

Could it be an artifact even more powerful than a Xiantian Instrument? A legendary Chaos Treasure?

Wu Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

A Chaos Treasure. These were absolutely ultimate treasures that countless True Saints would go mad pursuing, rarely seen even in the entire cosmic sea.

However, even if the Samsara Sword has transformed from illusory to real, could it become a Chaos Treasure?

Wu Yuan was both puzzled and astonished.

Whoosh!

At this moment, the Samsara Sword flared with light, and a streak of radiance flew out. The radiance coalesced into an elderly man in purple robes. The elderly man had a head full of white hair and appeared very amiable. However, his face bore a hint of helplessness.

"Ming Jian." The purple-robed elderly man spoke.

"Who are you?" Wu Yuan remained vigilant, staring at the purple-robed elderly man, ready to suppress him at any moment. This was the core of his qi refiner self, after all. One couldn't be too careful.

"Don't worry, there's no need for anger." The purple-robed elderly man said helplessly. He seemed to sense Wu Yuan's wariness. "I am the spirit of the Samsara Sword. You are the future master of the Samsara Sword. You may call me Ba You."

"Ba You?" Wu Yuan frowned slightly. "Why not call yourself Jiu You?" [1]

Inwardly however, he was quite surprised. The spirit of the Samsara Sword? Future master? Was he not already the master of the Samsara Sword?

"Jiu You is another spirit." The purple-robed elderly man answered honestly.

Wu Yuan was stunned. This spirit of the Samsara Sword seemed to be an honest person.

"I was originally intending to summon your consciousness into the Samsara Sword’s true form." The purple-robed elderly man Ba You shook his head helplessly. "However, you are indeed extraordinary. Despite merely being a sempiternal lifeform, you managed to resist the call of the Samsara Sword's essence, and even repelled my consciousness.

"I had no choice but to come to you in person." The purple-robed Ba You said.

The Samsara Sword's true form? Essence? Wu Yuan grew increasingly alarmed.

He immediately realized that if what the purple-robed elderly man said was true, then his current understanding of the Samsara Sword was likely just the tip of the iceberg

"What exactly is going on?" Wu Yuan asked in a low voice. "Isn't this Samsara Sword something the Dao Master left for his successor? How did you suddenly appear?"

Wu Yuan was already prepared to seek an audience with the Spacetime Dao Master. The situation was too bizarre.

"Everything you said is correct. The Samsara Sword is indeed an artifact obtained by the Spacetime Dao Master. Allow me to explain,” Ba You said.

Wu Yuan listened attentively.

"First, do you know about the rating of artifacts used by eternal powerhouses?" The purple-robed elderly man Ba You asked.

"I do." Wu Yuan replied. "Xiantian artifacts, Xiantian Instruments, Chaos Treasures, Xuanhuang Dao Treasures."

"It seems you know quite a bit. Worthy of being the Dao Master's successor." The purple-robed elderly man smiled. “Whether Xiantian artifacts or Xiantian Instruments, they fundamentally contain a complete Great Dao, just with different applications of Laws.

"Xiantian Instruments can usually be forged by Dao Zenithels. In theory, as long as there are enough materials, Dao Zenithels could forge them infinitely."

Wu Yuan sighed inwardly. Infinite forging of Xiantian Instruments? That was only in theory. In reality, although the cosmic sea was vast, there weren't that many rare materials.

"Xiantian Instruments are considered precious to True Saints, but not so much to Dao Zenithels." The purple-robed elderly man said. "Chaos Treasures, on the other hand, are extremely precious. Chaos Treasures contain part of the Primordial Rules and can perfectly accommodate the Daos of Dao Zenithels, possessing limitless power. Chaos Treasures can only display their power in the hands of Dao Zenithels."

Wu Yuan nodded slightly. Chaos Treasures were already legendary artifacts.

"Is this Samsara Sword a Chaos Treasure?" Wu Yuan asked curiously.

"Hm? You dare compare Chaos Treasures to me?" The purple-robed elderly man glared at him. "Remember, Chaos Treasures aren't fit to tie my shoes! Future Master, let me introduce myself again.

"The Samsara Sword is a great Xuanhuang Dao Treasure!!" The purple-robed elderly man said rather proudly.

Xuanhuang Dao Treasure? Wu Yuan stared at the purple-robed elderly man with a hint of disbelief.

"Hmph, now you know how formidable I am?" The purple-robed elderly man puffed up his chest with pride. As the spirit of a Xuanhuang Dao Treasure, he had reason to be proud.

"I don't believe it," Wu Yuan said, his tone shifting as his expression returned to normal.

The smile on the purple-robed elderly man's face vanished abruptly.

"If you were a Chaos Treasure, I'd believe it," Wu Yuan shook his head. "The Spacetime Dao Master, being so incredibly wealthy, could certainly produce some Chaos Treasures as inheritance items over the long ages. That I'd believe. But a Xuanhuang Dao Treasure?"

Wu Yuan stared at the purple-robed elderly man. "The majority of Dao Zenithels don't possess a single Xuanhuang Dao Treasure. How could one possibly be given to a mere sempiternal lifeform like myself?"

1. "The Nine Abysses (九幽, Jiu You) refer to the lowest depths, corresponding to the celestial realm. It is said that there are nine layers of heaven and nine layers of earth. 'Nine Abysses' is a quantitative term. The character '幽' (yōu) carries meanings of tranquility, darkness, and concealment. The use of 'nine' in 'Nine Abysses' is because it's the largest single-digit number, considered the most noble among numbers, thus implying the meaning of 'ultimate limit'. The Nine Abysses refer to the deepest, most profound depths beneath the earth, describing a place of extreme lowness, just as the heavens describe a place of extreme height."

Wu Yuan is asking this question because the spirit said to call him 八幽, Ba You, which means Eight Abysses. ☜