With me here, it won't be long before Xu Chengyu can cultivate a true sword god.

With chaos about to descend, finding more talented individuals for the Misty Sect is Xu Chengyu's primary goal.

He nodded slightly, and the deep voice sounded again.

"For this trip to the secret realm, you will first possess Jun Yan's body."

"Once we return to my sect, I will rebuild your physical body..."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Sword Maniac knelt down directly in front of Xu Chengyu's position.

'Bang bang bang—!'

He kowtowed three times deeply.

Sword Madman knew very well that meeting these two people was his greatest stroke of luck, a blessing that had given him a second chance.

A moment later.

Wu Junyan then awoke from his deep sleep, feeling a sharp pain in his head, but he was fully aware of what had happened.

Especially when one's master descends upon them, the feeling is simply indescribable.

One sword can shatter all laws.

It even gave Wu Junyan a new understanding of swordsmanship.

Before he could even react, he heard Ahri's gentle voice beside him, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.

"Senior brother, are you alright...?"

Wu Junyan gently rubbed his head before slowly speaking:

"Don't worry, Ahri."

"I'm fine..."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the Sword Maniac not far away.

At this moment, the Sword Madman slowly stood up from the ground. Although he was still in the same spiritual body, the difference was already obvious.

His once aged face gradually returned to the appearance of a young man.

Their handsome appearance and otherworldly demeanor made it difficult for either of them to associate them with the freakish sword demon from before.

"My apologies to you both for earlier..."

Jianwu looked somewhat embarrassed; even he himself hadn't expected to become like that after going astray in cultivation.

"Senior, it's alright."

"We know that this was not your intention..."

"From now on, we're all on the same side..."

Xu Chengyu's words earlier were quite clear: his promise to help Sword Wu Immortal Emperor restore his physical body meant he intended to keep the other party in the Misty Sect.

Sure enough, when this master made a move, it was completely different.

The worries in their hearts had completely disappeared.

Jianwu nodded, and thinking of what had happened before, simply waved her hand lightly.

Two beams of light appeared in front of the two people.

"You've already passed the previous assessment."

"This is a sword technique that I have come to understand on my own over the years."

"It will be of great help to your swordsmanship."

When the light faded, Wu Junyan saw the large characters.

The Immortal with One Sword Kneels...

He could sense that this was the same sword strike that the Sword Madman had used when he fought his master.

The sword intent was terrifyingly powerful; not only in the Tianqiong Continent, but even within the Qingxuan Continent, no Immortal Emperor could achieve such a level.

Unfortunately, he encountered his master.

This ancient sword emperor has learned a complete lesson...