I Have A Sword-Chapter 1237: Young Master Yang

The moment the phantom manifested, Divine Attendant Pei and the others were left utterly stunned and incredulous.

The Upper God!

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A peerless elite from the Tier Nine Civilization—the Heavenly Tomb Civilization!

Daoist Zhang could actually summon him and make his Great Dao descend upon this space?

Divine Attendant Pei and the others could hardly believe it.

At the forefront, Fan Zhaodi gazed at the phantom of the Upper God with a calm demeanor.

As the phantom appeared in this spacetime, an invisible pressure immediately spread across the heavens and the earth. Even Daoist Zhang struggled to withstand the overwhelming power of the Great Dao, and he instinctively bent under its weight.

Both Daoist Zhang and Divine Attendant Pei were visibly shaken, their hearts gripped by shock.

Even Ye Guan was forced to stop in his tracks, brought to a halt by the sheer pressure of the Great Dao.

Ye Guan looked up at the phantom. It was a middle-aged man clad in a loose-fitting Daoist robe, his long hair flowing over his shoulders. His gaze was indifferent and godlike, striking awe into anyone who dared to meet his eyes.

Staring intently at the figure, Ye Guan was astonished. He never expected Daoist Zhang to have the ability to summon a god.

This Upper God must be a powerhouse from a Tier Nine Civilization!

Taking a deep breath, Ye Guan's eyes burned with battle intent rather than fear.

At that moment, the Upper God furrowed his brows and studied Ye Guan carefully. Something about this young man felt oddly familiar. "What is your name?"

Before Ye Guan could respond, Daoist Zhang respectfully bowed and replied through profound energy, "Esteemed Upper God, his surname is Ye, and his name is Guan."

Ye? The Upper God frowned even more deeply.

This wasn't the individual the Heavenly Tomb Master had tasked him to find.

Yet, he refrained from taking action. Even though this was only a projection of his being, not even a full avatar, someone capable of instinctively triggering his wariness could not be ordinary.

Moreover, the young man bore an uncanny resemblance to the person in the portrait given by the Heavenly Tomb Master.

Seeing the Upper God remain motionless, Daoist Zhang grew puzzled and respectfully asked, "Upper God...?"

The Upper God glanced at him. "What is it?"

Daoist Zhang humbly replied, "Upper God, I implore you to assist me in eliminating this man."

Daoist Zhang's ability to summon the Upper God stemmed from a transactional relationship. Many elites from Tier Nine Civilizations accepted disciples to gather the power of faith for them.

This power, also known as the strength of all beings, was a formidable force and a unique cultivation method within Tier Nine Civilizations.

Daoist Zhang had chosen the Upper God as his god, and through years of gathering immense amounts of faith power, he earned the Upper God's favor.

However, the Upper God ignored Daoist Zhang and turned back to Ye Guan, asking again, "Your surname is Ye?"

Ye Guan nodded. "Yes."

The Upper God smiled faintly. "Do you know someone with the surname Yang?"

Although the young man's surname didn't match, the Upper God still decided to inquire cautiously. One could never be too careful.

Ye Guan blinked in surprise. "Yang? Do you mean a swordsman in a blue robe?"

Hearing this, the Upper Gods' face drastically changed. He asked in a trembling voice, "You... you know him?"

Ye Guan nodded. "He's my grandfather."

"What!" The Upper God suddenly became visibly excited. "You... you're Young Master Yang!"

Young Master Yang?

Everyone, including Ye Guan, was dumbfounded.

What was going on?

Did the Upper God know Ye Guan?

Still confused, Ye Guan asked, "You know my grandfather?"

The Upper God, beaming with enthusiasm, replied, "Of course! I... I and your grandfather..."

Ye Guan interjected, "Friends?"

The Upper God hurriedly nodded. "Yes, yes! Young Master Yang, do you know how long we've been searching for you? What are you doing in this low tier civilization? We nearly went to war with a Tier Ten Civilization just to find you!"

What? Ye Guan was puzzled.

Daoist Zhang, on the other hand, was paralyzed with fear.

What? The Upper God knows Ye Guan?

Moreover, they had been searching for him for so long... even willing to clash with a Tier Ten Civilization for his sake?

What was going on?

Daoist Zhang couldn't hold back his curiosity. "Upper God, you..."

"Silence!"

The Upper God suddenly roared, unleashing a terrifying force that instantly reduced Daoist Zhang to ashes.

Divine Attendant Pei and her companions outside were horrified.

What the hell? Did Daoist Zhang accidentally summon an ally for Ye Guan?

And not just any ally, but one from the Heavenly Tomb Civilization?

Even Ye Guan was caught off guard. He had been prepared for a desperate fight. How had things taken such an unexpected turn?

The Upper God, now fully energized, exclaimed, "Young Master Yang, I'll inform the Heavenly Tomb Master immediately to send someone to escort you..."

It was not easy for someone from a lower tier civilization to go to Tier Nine Civilization. Before he could contact the Heavenly Tomb Civilization, his divine sense was abruptly severed by a mysterious force.

"Impudent!"

Furious, the Upper God turned and scanned the area, his gaze eventually landing on Fan Zhaodi. Upon seeing her, his expression shifted to confusion.

Fan Zhaodi chuckled. "I never thought your grandfather would pave a path for you all the way to the Heavenly Tomb Civilization. How amusing."

Ye Guan glanced at her. "What can I say? Blood ties run deep."

The Upper God fixed his cold, piercing gaze on Fan Zhaodi.

"Do you realize what you are doing?" he asked icily.

Fan Zhaodi met his gaze with unflinching defiance. "I despise that arrogant attitude. Even if you were here in your true form, not just a phantom, you'd still have to kneel before me."

With a sweep of her sleeve, the phantom shattered.

Boom!

In an instant, the Upper God's phantom flickered and dissolved into nothingness.

Witnessing this, the figures behind Fan Zhaodi, including Divine Attendant Pei and the others, grew visibly tense, a flicker of fear flashing in their eyes.

Particularly among Divine Attendant Pei's group of three, unease deepened. Although they too were Divine Attendants like Fan Zhaodi, they had never encountered her personally. They had assumed her strength to be on par with their own.

After seeing her in action, they realized that Fan Zhaodi's power far surpassed theirs; she was in a whole new level.

In the boundless spacetime, Ye Guan glanced at Fan Zhaodi, his expression betraying a trace of shock. For a moment, he realized he had underestimated her. In fact, it wasn't an underestimation; she had deliberately hidden her strength until now.

Noticing Ye Guan's gaze, Fan Zhaodi smiled faintly. "I must admit, you've grown significantly stronger since last time."

Ye Guan narrowed his eyes. "What are you waiting for?"

Fan Zhaodi's smile widened. "You'll find out soon enough."

A frown settled on Ye Guan's face as he turned toward the Tribulation World. Within that space, a formidable energy surged, not from Cizhen, but that of the Evil Dao.

The Evil Dao's hundredth cycle of reincarnation. This was the final cycle.

Ye Guan's frown deepened. Is she waiting for the Evil Dao?

The monk standing not far from Fan Zhaodi remarked, "Allow me to test Young Master Ye."

The monk then stepped forward. With a single stride, he entered a boundless spacetime region.

Fixing his gaze on Ye Guan, the monk was about to speak when Ye Guan vanished, a sword light cleaving fiercely toward him.

The monk jumped in shock. "An ambush?"

Bringing his palms together, he summoned a brilliant Buddhist light from within him.

Boom!

The Buddhist light collided with Ye Guan's sword light and shattered instantly. The monk staggered backward, barely regaining his footing before another streak of sword light slashed toward him.

This time, his expression grew serious. The brief exchange revealed that Ye Guan's strength exceeded his expectations. No wonder Daoist Zhang had resorted to an array of trump cards and techniques.

Dispelling his initial contempt, the monk pressed his palms together, he chanted solemnly, "To the other shore, unto Nirvana."

Boom!

The spacetime around them warped and faded. In the blink of an eye, Ye Guan found himself standing upon a vast expanse of water, surrounded by a deathly silence.

"Rebirth to the Other Shore!"

Outside, Fan Zhaodi's eyes flickered with a trace of surprise. Glancing at the monk, she chuckled. "It seems he does have some skill."

The Rebirth to the Other Shore was a grand divine spell capable of transporting its target to the Other Shore for transcendence.

In ancient times, a power known as the Grand Zen Monastery had existed. Among its members was a monk who donned a Daoist robe, relished drinking wine, and loved eating meat. That monk had once employed the Rebirth to the Other Shore technique to transcend parallel dimensions of spacetime spanning billions of kilometers in all directions.

As Ye Guan stepped into the Other Shore, his brows furrowed. He quickly realized that his sword intent and own aura were fading away slowly.

What's happening? A surge of alarm gripped his heart. He desperately channeled his sword intent, but no matter how hard he tried, it continued to dissipate.

His expression darkened. Gripping his Qingxuan Sword, he unleashed a ferocious slash before him.

Shing!

The sword light tore through the water's surface, leaving a gash. A glimmer of hope flashed in Ye Guan's eyes as he prepared to strike again, but to his dismay, the gash healed almost instantly.

Stunned, he slashed several more times. Each strike tore the water apart, only for it to mend seamlessly moments later.

Ye Guan paused, a sinking feeling settling in. His aura and sword intent had already weakened drastically, halved from their original strength.