As the sound of this endless majesty resounded, two Dayan Immortals holding heavenly halberds tore through the void and walked out.
Two Level 3 Dayan Immortals!
Jian Wushuang was instantly vigilant, and an invisible sword instantly formed in his palm.
"Whoever breaks into heaven with a sword will die!"
The two Dayan Immortals holding Heavenly Halberds shouted loudly, with a cold light in their eyes!
Facing the two third-level Dayan Immortals, Jian Wushuang was actually very weak, but now he had no choice but to fight!
The two halberds crossed together and instantly shot out an unparalleled beam of light!
These two heavenly gatekeepers didn't even ask why and just went to kill them.
Jian Wushuang had to deal with it.
With one slash of the sword, thirty-six thousand sword intents rose up, all strangled forward.
Jian Wushuang, who has realized his strongest sword intention, has now reached another unprecedented level of control over the way of the sword and his sword intention.
Not only the way of swordsmanship, but also Bao Zushu and Immortal Style are one step closer.
If it weren't for the lack of immortal sources, Jian Wushuang was confident that he would be able to reach the realm of Dayan Immortal as early as after the battle with Nine Heavens Immortal Lord Chang Duoling!
But there are no what ifs. Today, he is still at the peak of Yanxian.
However, he, this Yanxian, has the terrifying strength to kill the Dayanxian.
Facing the sudden cold light, 36,000 sword intents strangled him from all directions.
"Boom!"
In front of the heaven, the most magnificent explosion erupted.
The two heavenly gatekeepers retreated together, their eyes becoming cautious and solemn.
Jian Wushuang raised his long sword and stood there, not taking advantage of the victory to pursue. "I have no intention of entering the heaven, but this is the only way for me to go out. If you can tell me other ways to leave, I will definitely leave here."
After hearing what he said, the two gatekeepers looked at each other, and there was less murderous intent in their eyes.
Finally, an older-looking Dayan Immortal took a step forward and said in a deep voice, "Go back and don't disturb the emperor's sleep. Once the emperor wakes up, no one can save you."
"I don't mean to disturb you, but I'm afraid this is the only way for me to pass. The only way I can leave is from here, so I can't retreat."
Jian Wushuang did not retreat at all and said in a condensed voice.
"How dare you, a little Yanxian, dare to be so arrogant? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you on the spot?" The gatekeeper took a step closer again, holding the Heavenly Halberd in his hand as if he was about to kill you in the next moment.
He still stood there and said quietly, "You can't kill me."
"Ultimately arrogant!" The gatekeeper laughed angrily, and was about to hit Jian Wushuang with the halberd in his hand.
However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.
The heavenly halberd raised high was placed across the top of Jian Wushuang's head. If he couldn't move even an inch further, it would be as if there was some invisible way of heaven restraining him.
Even if his face turns red, he can't go any further.
Jian Wushuang was also a little strange. He did not release any force or sword intention to block it, but the gatekeeper didn't look like he was faking it, but was really restrained.
The next moment, the giant door to heaven that seemed to have been silent for countless years slowly opened, reflecting endless brilliance.
The expressions of the two gatekeepers changed drastically. Without thinking, they knelt heavily in front of the Heavenly Court without even daring to raise their heads.
The brilliance dissipated in an instant, and everything returned to calm.
"Come in..."
A low, yet ethereal voice sounded from the heaven.
Jian Wushuang's heart trembled unconsciously.
"A living emperor?!"
He couldn't believe it. Could it be that in this boundless sea, an emperor was really suppressed?!
Suppressing the spiritual thoughts that could not be calmed down, Jian Wushuang finally decided to step into the heaven.
He already had a determined attitude. If the emperor didn't plan to let him go, the worst he could do was die, but at least he could be reborn in the future.
Stepping into the heaven, the warm jade ground under your feet quietly lit up, and then the entire heaven was illuminated.
The heaven is vast and empty. There are no mountains and sea pillars arranged in a row, and there are no papers sitting in sequence. There is only emptiness.
Jian Wushuang was in this heaven, and felt a chill rising in his heart for no reason.
"You're here..."
That kind of endless majestic and ethereal voice resounded in the heaven, and he couldn't detect where the voice came from for a while.
"You are the first visitor I have seen since I fell asleep, and I had expected such a day several years ago."
As the voice fell, a figure in imperial robes slowly walked out from the depths of the heaven.
The indescribable breath of heaven circulates around him, making people dare not look directly at him even after just one glance.
After Jian Wushuang saw this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had seen something unbelievable.
The figure of the emperor wearing imperial clothes is exactly the same as Zhen Wuyang's!
No matter the face, body shape, or the aura flowing around his body, they are exactly the same as Zhen Wuyang's, as if they were carved from the same mold!
"Do you think I'm very familiar? I'm exactly the same as the emperor in your heart?"
The emperor slowly came to Jian Wushuang and said softly with a calm expression.
Jian Wushuang was shocked and said solemnly, "Do you know what I'm thinking?"
"Of course, what I want to know cannot be hidden." He continued, his true eyes seeming to be able to see through Jian Wushuang completely.
And Jian Wushuang couldn't help but secretly panic. If it was true as he said, it would be too terrible.
The emperor continued, "I predicted this scene several years ago, but what I didn't expect was that the person coming would be an insignificant Immortal."
"Have you ever been to heaven?"
Faced with the question, Jian Wushuang thought for a moment and finally nodded, "Been there."
"Have you seen Zhen Wuyang?"
"I've seen it."
"Do you think I'm similar to him?"
Jian Wushuang nodded again, muttering to himself, "More than just some similarities, they are exactly the same..."
"I also know that I look exactly like Zhen Wuyang. Do you want to know why?"
The emperor smiled slightly. Although his face was no longer young, he could still see endless prowess.
He seemed to be lost in memories, looking beyond Jian Wushuang into the distance.
"His name is Zhenwuyang, and my name is Zhenwu."
"However, the Ten Thousand Realms Heaven Realm only knows Emperor Zhenwuyang, but not Emperor Zhenwu."
"In other words, I am him and he is me."
After Jian Wushuang heard this sentence, he was completely shocked. An emperor could actually separate two different individuals?
So which one of them is true and which one is false?
"There is no truth or falsehood between us, it's just two different images." He, whose name is Zhenwu Emperor, said slowly, answering Jian Wushuang's doubts.