Sword Emperor

Soon the disciples will bring the map of Xuanzhou. After all, it wasn't anything precious. Most of the locations of the Mystic Province were recorded on it. However, it was still insignificant to the vast lands.    

    

Of course, this was enough for Sun Bing. After all, he could clearly distinguish the locations on the map. Currently, there were still many holy lands of the sect. All of them were used to defend against the powerful forces of the foreign races.    

    

After obtaining what he wanted, Sun Bing planned to leave immediately. However, before that, he couldn't help but repair the grand formation of Gui Yuan Sect.    

    

After all, Sun Bing's understanding of the formation had reached an extremely profound level. After his repair, the power of the formation had increased by several times. It was even connected to the Dragon-artery-liked mountain range underneath the ground, allowing him to borrow the power of the heaven and earth.    

    

If they were to face the invasion of so many foreign races again, there was no need to worry. The formation alone could easily defend against their attacks. Moreover, because of the connection between the heaven and earth, even the Spiritual Stone wouldn't be damaged.    

    

Not only that, they could also use the power of the earth vein to counterattack. No one attacked during the entire process, but half of the foreign races would definitely die. It could be said that even if a Saint were to personally arrive, it would still take seven days to break through.    

    

Sun Bing had already done his best. After confirming that there were no more mistakes, he followed the map in his memory and sped away. This time, his target was the Holy Land of Telling, which was known as the Holy Land of Telling in the Profound Province.    

    

According to Zhao Kuo's explanation, Sun Bing knew about it. The Holy Land of Telling was the Age of Teras, a holy land created by a supreme being who achieved enlightenment through pleasure. It had a very ancient history in the entire Profound Province. It could be said to be the number one holy land in the Profound Province, and it had a very deep foundation.    

    

It was rumored that the Supreme Heavenly Note of the Age of Teras had buried several enemies of the same cultivation level with a single song. The sound spread across the ages, naturally. Most of the weapons used by the disciples of the Holy Land of Telling were musical instruments such as the zither, the zither, the flute, and so on. However, when used by disciples who were proficient in music, they were able to unleash unimaginable power.    

    

The sound of the zither transformed into a sword. When the demonic sound entered one's ears, it could inadvertently shock one's mind and stimulate one's vital energy and blood. It looked like a refined scene, but it contained dense killing intent.    

    

However, ordinary disciples of the Holy Land of Telling had the best character and conduct. They would not do anything that would disregard human lives. Of course, if they were to face Ancient Clans, they would have no reservations in their path of killing.    

    

After hearing the news for the first time, Sun Bing was quite shocked in his heart. After all, he had never heard of such a method of using music to kill an enemy, let alone seeing it with his own eyes.    

    

However, this was a very powerful cultivation method in the Profound Province. Not only that, there was also a holy land that used paintings as its path.    

    

With a wave of his hand, the Genuine Essence became ink and the heaven and earth as a painting. When the painting was completed, the Heaven and Earth Meaning of Dao would surge violently. The original painting would be vivid and lifelike. Whether it was attacking the enemy or trapping the enemy, it would be as easy as flipping his palm.    

    

In Age of Teras, there was a person who specialized in painting. His name was Zhang Shandao. He had always been mediocre. Even though his cultivation base had already reached the level of a Supreme Being, his own strength was not too strong.    

    

The most famous battle in the Age of Teras was a battle that was famous for hundreds of thousands of years. The originally dull Zhang Shandao had drawn a soaring dragon that stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles in the starry sky with a wave of his hand.    

    

However, most cultivators who practiced painting would only draw things that they had seen with their own eyes. Only then would the success rate be higher. At that time, there were even people mocking him, however, in the next moment, zhang monk waved his hand and tapped his eyes.    

    

In an instant, this soaring dragon was completely alive. Although it hadn't reached the terrifying level of the Genuine Dragon, its strength was still not to be underestimated. With a backhand move, it suppressed several enemies.    

    

Ever since then, the name Dragon Drawing's Finishing Touch had been passed down to this day. Although there were such cultivators in Shen State, it was a pity that there were only a few of them. Even Sun Bing had only heard of them before, but he had never heard of them before.    

    

Only the Xuan Province was the paradise of this kind of Great Dao. Of course, Sun Bing didn't care about this at all. After all, there were three thousand Great Daos in this world, and every single one of them could prove the highest level of the Great Dao. Everything depended on one's own comprehension and perseverance.    

    

Walking on the land of Profound Province, Sun Bing could clearly feel the sorrowful cries coming from the Xuan Prefecture Tripod. This was because the land of Profound Province could be said to be scorched earth. The once beautiful scenery had disappeared without a trace, and what remained were just bottomless ravines.    

    

Along the way, Sun Bing even saw some cities that had been completely destroyed. There were no longer any human cultivators residing in these cities. They were in a rather dilapidated state, and it seemed like their hearts were filled with sorrow.    

    

Sun Bing felt the same way about this. After all, the Shen State in the beginning was in such a miserable state. It could even be said that the situation in the Shen State was even worse than the Profound Province because of the fact that their foundation had been blocked by the foreign races. If it wasn't for Sun Bing's help, how could they have broken through the layers of restrictions?    

    

Of course, Sun Bing had naturally seen the movements of the foreign races along the way. Unfortunately, he had only seen the gathering of tens of thousands of foreign races, and the experts of the Half Saint were amongst them.    

    

Although it was considered very powerful to the others, it was merely an ant in Sun Bing's eyes. The real enemy had yet to appear, and not even a trace of extra clues had been revealed.    

    

This made Sun Bing suspect that not only did the Humans make a big move, but the other foreign races also didn't stop moving. The passageway between the two worlds of Black Monster Clan had been sealed, but the passageway in the outer realms wasn't limited to this.    

    

After realizing this, Sun Bing seemed to be able to sense that there was a very oppressive aura in the sky above the Profound Province, making it hard for him to breathe.    

    

Sun Bing couldn't help but speed up. He urgently needed to go to the Heavenly Yin Sacred Land to find out what exactly had happened. As for those foreign races that he had found along the way, they were naturally killed by him with ease. In any case, it was only a single sword strike to deal with such an enemy.    

    

Sun Bing's cultivation base had advanced by leaps and bounds. Naturally, there was no need to increase his speed. Every step he took would allow him to travel a hundred thousand miles. Only by reaching this level would Sun Bing truly understand what it meant to shrink the earth into inches.    

    

And this was only the beginning. Because if Sun Bing's cultivation base continued to advance, with a thought, he could even use his movement technique to travel across layers of space to travel from the Profound Province to the Shen State. Only then would he be able to reach the horizon and shrink the ground into inches.    

    

Time slowly flowed by. Through the search on the map, Sun Bing discovered that he was getting closer and closer to the Heavenly Yin Sacred Land. Along the way, he discovered that the number of battles below was getting lesser and lesser, and there were no signs of any foreign races.    

    

He could also frequently see some Humans and rogue cultivators training in the wilderness, fighting with the foreign races. Some places had taken root in cities one after another. They looked like a hubbub of voices, as if they had never been invaded.    

    

All of these things indicated that this area should be relatively safe. It was obvious that it was the Heavenly Yin Sacred Ground that was able to protect them.    

    

In the end, Sun Bing's footsteps slowly stopped. He could sense a very vast and ancient Qi coming from the void. It contained unimaginable divine might. Even he was like an ant in front of it.    

    

Sun Bing couldn't help but stop and stare at it. At the same time, his expression was solemn. He said in a low voice. "After such a long time, we have finally reached our destination. If we continue forward, we will be considered to have truly entered the Holy Land of Telling."