After Being Reborn a Hundred Times, I Refused to Be the Villain - Chapter 35:

Chapter 35: Legacy of the Epoch

As the giant sword fell, the corrupted immortal perished, his soul returning to the void. The space in front of Ling Yun shattered completely, and he reappeared atop the stone platform at the summit of the sword peak.

“So this sword peak is what’s left behind from that Absolute Immortal Sword…” Ling Yun looked at the peak beneath him, his eyes still filled with dazed wonder.

In the instant space shattered, he felt a sword intent spreading across the sword peak—one that only he could sense. Instantly, the entire sword peak fell under his control.

“No… it’s not just this one. The other two peaks…”

The moment Absolute Immortal Intent manifested, the other two sword peaks resonated in response. Two more streams of sword intent soared into the sky, converging toward Ling Yun.

“Extinguish Soul… Sever Soul…” As Ling Yun raised his hand, he gathered the two sword intents into his palm.

With an open hand, all three sword intents spiraled in his palm. Though weathered by countless years and now weakened, the will contained within them had only grown deeper and more profound.

At the same time, control of the other two sword peaks also returned to him.

“Three Swords Absolute Immortal… so that’s the truth. No wonder you were able to change Li Xiaoyun’s fortune in the Three Swords Absolute Immortal Peaks with just a word. These peaks were forged by you—they’re the legacy of a past epoch. They recognize only you!” Yun Xi’s voice carried a hint of awe.

Ling Yun looked at the sword intents in his palm, his lips curling slowly until he couldn’t help but laugh aloud.

Yun Xi said nothing, just sat quietly beside Ling Yun, hands under her chin, watching him laugh freely.

She knew there had always been a knot in Ling Yun’s heart. Across ninety-nine reincarnations, he had laid countless plans, trying again and again to leave traces of himself in the world. But every time he reincarnated, all his efforts and all he left behind were wiped away.

But now, he had finally seen a trace of himself remain in the world. Though it was a mark from a distant past, and though he had perished in that cycle because of it, to Ling Yun—it was enough.

At least, in that unknown epoch’s end, he had left behind a sliver of hope. That sword-wielding figure surely possessed the power to create a new future. That was Ling Yun’s greatest comfort.

As his laughter grew more unrestrained, the wind on the sword peak surged violently. Ling Yun’s aura soared higher and higher. In just a moment, he reached the peak of the Origin Spirit Realm, just one step away from breaking through.

“Ling Yun, if you had another chance, would you still choose to trace back through time?” Yun Xi asked.

“Why wouldn’t I? Look at the sword Qi echoing from the end of that epoch. Look beneath our feet, this sword peak. Don’t you think it was worth it?” Ling Yun smiled.

“You’re right. That’s just the kind of person you are.” Yun Xi shook her head gently.

“Yun Xi, do you think… could there still be other remnants in this world? Things I left behind during my reincarnations—could they still exist here?” Ling Yun suddenly asked.

“This…” Yun Xi originally wanted to say that under the overwhelming force of that mysterious cycle, it was already miraculous that the Three Swords Absolute Immortal Peaks had survived. But at that moment, she recalled the One Dream of Yellow Millet, and swallowed her words.

“Who knows? Maybe they’re just sleeping in some forgotten corner of the world.” That was the answer she finally gave.

“Three Swords Absolute Immortal Peak—legacy of an epoch—representing an era, and also representing my past. If it remains asleep here forever… that would be far too wasteful.” Ling Yun stood up, and a vast aura exploded from his body.

It was a boundless sword intent that had been buried deep within him. Though he had returned through reincarnation, that sword will remained imprinted on his soul. He had simply never called upon it—until now.

The moment Ling Yun released his aura, the Three Swords Absolute Immortal Peaks responded. A resonant sword cry pierced the heavens. Within a radius of ten thousand kilometers, all swords resonated in unison.

On the surface of the sea, the old fishing boat drifted with the waves. Old Man Feng leaned against the cabin, appearing to be dozing. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, staring in disbelief toward the direction of the Three Swords Absolute Immortal Peaks.

From within the old boat, an overwhelming sword intent burst into the sky. A longsword shot out from the cabin, suspending itself high above, resonating with the Three Swords Absolute Immortal Peaks.

“This… this is…” Old Man Feng’s voice trembled.

He had long known the secret of the Three Swords Absolute Immortal Peaks—a sacred treasure passed down through his family since the previous epoch. But it had slumbered for so long, he believed he, as the final guardian, would never see it awaken in his lifetime.

Yet now… it had awakened.

“Remnant of the Epoch—Feng Jun—humbly welcomes the reappearance of the World-Guarding Sword.” Feng Jun prostrated himself in worship, kowtowing toward the direction of the Three Swords Absolute Immortal Peaks, tears flowing from his eyes.

Yes—in Feng Jun’s eyes, the Three Swords were never just the Absolute Immortal Swords. They were the World-Guarding Swords—the swords of salvation that left behind one final hope for a ruined epoch.

“The sword peak… it’s shaking! What’s happening? This sword intent is terrifying!”

At the same time, all the sword cultivators searching for fortune on the peaks turned pale with shock. Before coming here, they’d heard that the opportunities atop the Three Swords Absolute Immortal Peaks would not surpass the Origin Spirit Realm.

But now—could anyone still believe that?

Was this what they meant by “not surpassing the Origin Spirit Realm”? Even elite sword cultivators from ancient sects would be like toddlers before this terrifying sword intent.

And it wasn’t just the Three Swords Absolute Immortal Peaks. Even Yangshan City, close to the coast, could feel the dreadful sword intent.

“What… what on earth is that?” Lin Chuan, who had come along with the main group to build fame, stared toward the direction of the sword peaks and gulped.

He didn’t know what was happening over there, but his instincts told him that an unimaginable fortune had appeared. If he could obtain it, he could definitely crush Qu Feixian underfoot.

In that moment, Lin Chuan’s eyes darted restlessly as he began thinking about how to quietly leave Yangshan City and find the direction of that fortune he sensed.

Even the great cultivator, Master Xueyue, showed a flicker of surprise as she looked toward the Three Swords Absolute Immortal Peaks. Her Profound Yin Constitution seemed to have sensed a terrifying existence and had gone completely silent—even her Profound Yin power became docile and suppressed.