Xuanhuan: The Empress and I Swapped Bodies - Chapter 22

As Ye Wushuang continued to evade, the attacks from the lightning-formed general grew increasingly relentless.

At this rate, Ye Wushuang would soon have nowhere left to hide.

If things continued like this, his only fate would be death under the sword of the lightning general—an outcome he absolutely refused to accept.

He no longer wanted to keep dodging. He wanted to fight back.

But in his current state, engaging in close combat with the lightning general was impossible.

After hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and made his decision: he would use swordsmanship.

“If it’s come to this, then I have no choice but to gamble everything!”

The next moment, Ye Wushuang shot upward into the sky, ascending higher than the lightning general.

Then, he raised his sword toward the heavens and shouted:

“Swords of the world, heed my call—return to me!”

Ye Wushuang was about to unleash his supreme swordsmanship technique: Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Master.

This was a variation of his ultimate move, All Laws Return to One, conceptualized once his swordsmanship reached perfection.

The fusion of ten thousand sword intents—its power was unimaginable.

Recently, Ye Wushuang had practiced countless sword techniques, but he had never truly merged them to execute Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Master.

This would be his first attempt—a desperate move born in the heat of battle. That was why he had hesitated earlier.

But the moment he uttered “Swords, return to me!”, it was as though his words carried an irresistible magic.

Countless swords trembled in response.

Even the swords sheathed at the waists of Liu Shengsheng and Yu Meiren—despite being secured—unsheathed themselves and flew toward Ye Wushuang.

With Yu Meiren’s celestial-level strength, she could have easily suppressed her sword and prevented it from leaving.

Yet, surprisingly, she chose not to.

She allowed her sword to be drawn away, sensing an overwhelming surge of sword intent radiating from Ye Wushuang’s words.

She had a premonition—Ye Wushuang was about to unleash an unparalleled sword technique.

She wasn’t the only one. Many others shared the same feeling.

Aside from a few who resisted, most sword cultivators did not stop their blades from answering the call.

Liu Shengsheng, in particular, stared in stunned silence.

Before this, Ye Wushuang had advised him to study more sword techniques, comprehend their intents, and fuse them to achieve Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Master.

Never did he expect to witness someone erupt with so many sword intents at once.

Could this be the legendary technique? he wondered. Was this swordsman’s version the same as what the Divine Dragon Empress had described?

Ye Wushuang, however, was oblivious to their thoughts.

Once he decided to execute Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Master, he committed fully—staking everything on this one strike.

High in the sky, not only were the swords of countless cultivators summoned, but even the treasured blades stored in the imperial vault were drawn out.

Among them were true immortal-grade swords and divine weapons.

Yet, the Divine Dragon Empress made no move to stop this.

She allowed Ye Wushuang to proceed without interference.

In an instant, thousands of swords gathered behind him, forming a vast, impenetrable wall of steel that blotted out the sky.

Each sword carried its own aura, its own intent.

The combined might of these countless sword intents rivaled the apocalyptic tribulation that had spanned a hundred thousand miles.

Standing amidst this sea of blades, Ye Wushuang resembled a sovereign of the sword—a ruler above all.

Then, with a voice that shook the heavens, he roared:

“TEN!”

“THOUSAND!”

“SWORDS!”

“RETURN!”

As the final word left his lips, Ye Wushuang thrust his sword forward.

The countless blades behind him surged like a tidal wave, crashing toward the lightning general.

Their speed surpassed even lightning itself.

Ten thousand swords descended, blotting out the sky and sealing every possible escape route.

Each blade carried a killing intent so fierce it seemed capable of piercing through fate itself.

BOOM—!!!

The moment the swords struck, every sword cultivator in the world shuddered.

The sky, spanning a hundred thousand miles, trembled as though on the verge of collapse.

The dark clouds were instantly riddled with countless holes, sunlight pouring through like divine spears.

Beneath the shattered sky, the lightning general’s sword was shattered, his body flickering weakly—as if on the brink of annihilation.

This was a being capable of erasing immortals, yet it was nearly defeated by a mere尊者境 (Zunzhe Realm) cultivator.

No one had anticipated such overwhelming power.

No one had imagined a sword technique of this magnitude could exist.

Tens of thousands of swords, carrying tens of thousands of sword intents, had descended like divine retribution—obliterating everything in their path.

A single glance was enough to ignite an unquenchable longing in the hearts of countless warriors.

They, too, yearned to become peerless sword cultivators.

Many swordsmen, witnessing this spectacle, gained profound insights.

Those with exceptional comprehension even entered a state of enlightenment.

But the battle was not over yet.

Though weakened, the lightning general had not been destroyed.

Before the eyes of the crowd, it took a deep breath—inhaling the remaining lightning from the hundred-thousand-mile tribulation clouds.

In an instant, its body not only fully recovered but expanded to a monstrous three thousand zhang (≈10,000 feet) in height.

Now, it dwarfed the sky itself.

With every blink of its eyes, thunder roared.

A single exhale erased entire patches of the void.

This terrifying display left the world breathless.

Was this truly a tribulation meant for a Venerable Realm cultivator?

And now, the colossal lightning general, enraged, reached out with a hand capable of crushing the heavens.

Ye Wushuang, standing in the distance, seemed doomed.

Yet, he did not falter.

Once more, he raised his sword.

The fallen blades answered his call, gathering and merging at an impossible speed.

In the blink of an eye, a gargantuan sword—formed from countless fused blades—materialized above him.

Its width spanned several zhang, its length hundreds.

Like the lightning giant, it dominated the sky.

But this was no ordinary sword.

Its tip was formed from the imperial vault’s supreme divine blade, flanked by immortal-grade swords.

The rest of the gathered weapons composed its body.

This was not just a fusion of steel—it was the unity of countless sword intents, merged into one.

The moment this colossal sword appeared, every sword cultivator felt an irresistible pull.

They wanted to become part of it.

Not because of some hypnotic force, but because they sensed the pinnacle of sword intent within it.

It was the embodiment of the Sword Dao’s zenith—a sovereign among blades.

And its power… was beyond comprehension.

With a thunderous cry, Ye Wushuang bellowed:

“ONE!”

“SWORD!”

“SPLITS!”

“THE HEAVENS!!!”

His sword came down—and the colossal blade followed.

Like a divine executioner’s axe, it cleaved through everything.

The three-thousand-zhang lightning general was split in two.

The hundred-thousand-mile tribulation clouds were severed, revealing the sky beyond.

Light returned to the world.

Then, like shattered glass, the lightning giant and the dark clouds began to dissolve…