He had done his best, yet he couldn't inflict even the slightest injury on the War Venerable.

This was the chasm between an Eighth Realm Sword Cultivator and a Sword Immortal.

Then, he too lifted his head, his eyes sparkling as if he had made a decision.

"Finally, it's come to this...," Xue Wujian on the fortress couldn't help but sigh to Xia Daoyun beside him upon witnessing this scene.

Xia Daoyun remained silent, her gaze equally heavy.

She lifted her eyes, staring intently at the solitary figure beyond the city gates.

"But see at the place where cups are drained in a grand revelry, who among them is not full of charm?" she thought.

......

Above the Heaven's Vault,

Facing the War Venerable who stepped forward in void space.

Yu Canghai turned back silently.

He stood outside the city, looking inward.

He stood in the Heaven's Vault, overlooking Yumen Pass.

In his hand, he held a small boat, and in his heart, Yumen Pass, thus he gazed at this majestic fortress.

He saw thousands of Human Cultivators looking at him expectantly.

He saw the ten thousand years of history and evolution of Yumen Pass, the vicissitudes and guardianship, the spirit and resilience of millennia.

Through the boundless space, he even saw the falling snow of the Eastern Domain as curtains.

He saw the Sword Sect cultivators engaging in bloody battles in the Central Spirit.

He also saw the Ancestral Taoist Xia of those years, walking the heavens, sketching with each stroke the Long Wind Formation of Yumen Pass.

He turned back again, seeing the War Venerable wielding the Golden Spear as sharp as a blade, about to arrive any moment.

The top-level combat power of the Demon Lord could only be matched by a Sword Immortal.

Yu Canghai was not a Sword Immortal, so even though his sword array was unparalleled, it was hard to resist.

However.

Just at this moment.

As if faced with inevitable defeat, Yu Canghai unexpectedly smiled freely and suddenly closed his eyes.

Then, the small boat in front of him first gathered into a three-foot-long sword, then suddenly dispersed into a hundred smaller swords.

In the next moment, those hundreds of small swords shot out, disappearing instantly from before Yu Canghai.

As if vanishing amidst Heaven and Earth, so many small swords went missing without a trace.

In fact, they were not traceless, at least the War Venerable knew.

——The outcome still undecided, where else could this sword fly if not towards him?

Indeed.

In a flash, the hundreds of small swords launched by Yu Canghai arrived before the War Venerable.

For the first time, a serious expression appeared on War Venerable's face, halting his pursuit of Yu Canghai to widen the victory, instead, he came to a stop....

Those hundreds of small swords, sharp yet nimble, graceful yet formidable.

They formed a simple word of the Human Race language.

"Wind".

This was a character even a three-year-old child would recognize.

The "wind" of the Long Wind Formation.

Thus, within Yumen Pass behind Yu Canghai, the atmosphere of Heaven and Earth suddenly condensed, forming invisible traces that surged with absolute speed.

The Long Wind Formation, unactivated by anyone, unattacked by anyone, suddenly undulated with a strong azure light, similarly surging quickly.

The azure light and the atmosphere of Heaven and Earth, like two brooks seeking to converge into the ocean, fell upon the "wind" character formed by the "small boat".

After these two "brooks" merged into the "wind" character, the character moved slowly forward.

Thus, the space it traversed vibrated as if on the verge of collapse and fracture, revealing a black layer of spatial surface, dark and gaping.

It directly carved a trench in the space.

Facing the "wind" character of Flying Swords slowly drifting forward, War Venerable chose to retreat temporarily.

Because he could sense that even he could not contend with the power within this sword array.

War Venerable retreated several hundred feet in a mere moment.

Yu Canghai, eyes closed, paid no attention to War Venerable's retreat.

He was "seeing" Yumen Pass; he could "see" every street and alley, every building, every person, even every trace of change in the atmosphere of Heaven and Earth within Yumen Pass.

He had merged with Yumen Pass, becoming one with the Long Wind Formation.

At this moment, Yu Canghai controlled the entire atmosphere of Yumen Pass, able to mobilize almost infinite strength of Heaven and Earth.

This meant that this sword array of his was slashed out using the Power of Heaven and Earth of Yumen Pass.

The War Venerable was not fighting Yu Canghai but battling with the Heaven and Earth of Yumen Pass.

How could a person contend with Heaven?

Thus, the War Venerable could only retreat.

With War Venerable retreating, Yu Canghai advanced.

"This formation..."

"Is called, the Long Wind Sword Formation." he murmured softly.

When his words fell.

The Divine Sense within Yu Canghai's sea of consciousness spilled out, connecting through his body, linking all four directions of Yumen Pass.

Countless streets within the city, beneath old stones that had withstood millennia of rain, snow, and frost, across lakes covered with ice and snow, and amid the foundations of pavilions and towers, lines flashing with azure light suddenly surged upward.

Dust accumulated over the years in the old bricks and stones were shaken out, lake waters thawed, countless bubbles gurgling up, fish leaping out of the water, and the pavilions and towers were crackling.

Yu Canghai unleashed the sword array, simultaneously hurling this entire city out.

Within the Long Wind Sword Formation, the atmosphere of Yumen Pass was condensed and immensely powerful.

The sword array, wielding the Power of Heaven and Earth, struck towards the War Venerable.

The howling of the wind echoed from Yumen Pass.

"Within Yumen, I am invincible in battle." said Yu Canghai.

In the next moment, the sword array arrived.

Yumen Pass also arrived.