Sword Realm is the sword scripture system created by the Imperial Preceptor of the Everpeace Empire after being guided by Village Chief, marking his entry into the true sword-dao. Unlike his earlier sword techniques—which merely touched the threshold of sword-dao—this is a breakthrough into the genuine path.
Back then, his sword skills were formidable, having created the Three Basic Sword Forms and earning the title ‘Sword God,’ but he had never truly entered sword-dao and could not match Village Chief. After stepping onto the sword-dao, his power soared.
Brilliant and without weakness, the sword-dao he comprehended was also distinct from Village Chief’s.
Village Chief, in memory of past heroes, created the Sword Diagram—his sword-dao is more about honoring the past. The Preceptor, on the other hand, is pioneering and reformist, with immense vision and ambition.
Ambition determines achievement; Village Chief’s era has passed, but the Preceptor’s era is just beginning.
His Sword Realm has only just been founded, and so far, only the first chapter—Boundary-Fixing—has been completed.
Boundary-Fixing: to fix the realm, to fix rivers and mountains, to fix the state and altars, to pacify chaos under heaven and sweep away calamities, to usher in an era of peace. The Preceptor’s will and ambition are embodied in this sword; it is the highest sword technique he has created so far!
The One-Eyed God was pierced through his single eye by this sword; in fact, Boundary-Fixing had already been planted inside the god’s mind.
The One-Eyed God is cunning—not truly one-eyed. He originally had two eyes, but his mastery of the Dao of Creation allowed him to transplant one to the center of his brow and move the other to the back of his head, usually hidden by his hair, so people think he only has one eye.
Unbeknownst to others, he can see both ahead and behind. He knows the Preceptor is his greatest foe and the core figure in Everpeace’s reforms, so this time he is willing to sacrifice an eye to send the Preceptor to his grave!
Yet, for all his cunning and willingness to sacrifice an eye, the Imperial Preceptor’s mental game was superior.
The Boundary-Fixing sword qi hidden in his mind erupted—cracks split across the One-Eyed God’s skull, and dazzling sword-light began to shine from each fissure.
His eyes, ears, nose, and mouth suddenly blazed with white light; then, sword-light burst from all these orifices. As more cracks split his skull, even more sword-light exploded forth, and the snow-bright glow instantly illuminated the surrounding mountains as if it were broad daylight!
Boom!
The One-Eyed God’s fist slammed down, striking the Imperial Preceptor. The ground fractured with a crackling roar, fissures radiating outward from the Preceptor’s body in all directions—no one knew how far they spread.
The Imperial Preceptor spat blood, hearing the sound of his own bones breaking.
Above the neck, the One-Eyed God’s head vanished entirely; his corpse swayed, then toppled over.
At the bottom of the crater, the Imperial Preceptor lay motionless, blood pouring from his mouth, his breath faint as a thread. He whispered, "Jade-Faced Poison King... save me..."
Right then, Crippled Joe was sprinting with Apothecary riding on his back, frantically weaving through combat circles. Apothecary was constantly refining pills and medicines—faster even than Qin Mu—throwing poison at High Heaven gods and tossing healing medicines to Village Chief and others, urging, "Cripple, faster! Faster! Didn’t you claim you’re the fastest in the world?"
"If I weren’t carrying you, I’d be number one under heaven!"
Crippled Joe, flustered and angry, snapped, "If you ever get your legs chopped off and reattached—twice—then try running! Mine were cut off twice, only just reattached recently. If I go any faster, I’m worried my legs will run off on their own and leave the rest of me behind!"
Apothecary reassured him, "Don’t worry. Qin Mu’s handiwork is solid—your legs won’t come off easily. Run a little faster; there’s another god catching up behind us."
Behind them, a Three-Headed God was in hot pursuit. Apothecary had already unleashed his ‘little darlings’—countless venomous beasts he’d raised—who surged toward the god like a tidal wave.
These creatures had been nurtured for years with spirit pills and all sorts of toxins, making them powerful. As they charged, their bodies swelled—muscles and exoskeletons bulging—transforming into hulking monsters, fierce and savage, spewing mist, fire, water, and poison.
Even so, they only managed to slightly slow the Three-Headed God’s advance.
His strength was terrifying—each casual movement shattered venomous beasts into splashes of colorful pulp and flying limbs.
Some couldn’t even get close before he roared, detonating them from a distance.
Even when poisoned, one of the Three-Headed God’s heads ignited in blazing fire, turning into a flame-skull that burned from the inside out, forging his body with divine fire and incinerating the toxins.
Another head turned jewel-blue, its radiant light washing over his flesh again and again, instantly purging the venom from his body.
Against this god, Apothecary’s poisons had met their match.