Chapter 133: The Evolution of the Sword Domain

Suddenly, a strange phenomenon erupted!

Ye Wuya’s Sword Domain burst forth, plunging the entire world into dimness. The desolate earth was pierced by countless swords, each radiating a crimson glow. Dark, heavy clouds gathered, and the entire sky became a tapestry composed of sword silhouettes.

The Red Dragon Fish stared at this scene in terror, trembling uncontrollably as it lay upon the ground. It could not fathom how its familiar habitat had suddenly transformed into this bleak, hellish landscape.

To Ye Wuya, however, the Sword Domain appeared different. Standing by the lake, he watched the Red Dragon Fish shivering ten meters away, a sliver of realization dawning upon him. While the Sword Domain possessed a disorienting, illusion-like quality, it was, in fact, tangibly real. His domain extended twenty meters in every direction, centered entirely on him.

Panicked, the Red Dragon Fish darted in one direction, thrashing its tail in a desperate bid to escape. Ye Wuya watched the fish swimming in aimless circles and grinned. Tonight’s dinner was secured.

A surge of sword energy erupted from the domain, instantly piercing the fish’s head. Blood spilled out but was slowly absorbed by the domain, not a single drop touching the lake water. With a flick of his hand, Ye Wuya pulled the three-meter-long Red Dragon Fish toward him. He hoisted it onto his shoulder, a broad smile spreading across his face.

Just as he was about to retract the domain and depart, he noticed the many swords embedded within the landscape. Curious, he reached out and beckoned. One of the swords flew toward him as if summoned. The blade felt heavy in his hand—it was a physical object!

"How is this possible?" Ye Wuya wondered. The presence of physical objects within the Sword Domain hinted at the manipulation of space, a concept he couldn't yet explain. *Did something happen back in the ruins? Why can’t I remember?*

Though the mystery remained, one thing was certain: his Sword Domain had gained the ability to store objects and was evolving toward a state of physical manifestation. He tested it several times, throwing various items into the domain; whenever he retracted it, the items would be spat back out—except for the swords. His domain had evolved to specifically store blades. Gazing at the thousands of swords within, Ye Wuya was ecstatic.

His strength had grown, and new ideas began to take root. He would test them once he had satisfied his hunger. A sword intent that could control blades at will, combined with a Sword Domain that could store them with ease—what kind of sparks would that ignite?

These thoughts would have to wait until he had finished eating the Red Dragon Fish. With the fish slung over his shoulder, he sprinted away from the Qingyun Sect, moving with the speed of a flying bird. If he had possessed a spacious enough storage pouch, he wouldn't have had to skulk about like a thief; but having killed a Form-Gathering stage Red Dragon Fish, he needed to dispose of the evidence quickly.

"If only this domain could store items other than swords," he muttered to himself. Still, he was satisfied; his path forward was becoming clear.

The Qingyun Sect was nestled within a range of seven interconnected mountain peaks. Once he crossed the perimeter of these peaks, he could safely feast on his prize. It was his first time eating a beast at the Form-Gathering stage. The thrill of stealing a fish right under the noses of the sect members was exhilarating. If he could have found Jiang Xiaoxiao, he wouldn't have had to be so surreptitious, but he had no choice—he could sense at least thirty Golden Core stage cultivators within the sect. He stood no chance against any one of them.

He sped toward a sparsely populated area. Within the sect, a red blur darted quickly—it was actually a man in black robes carrying the massive red fish.

At the edge of the back mountain, a patrol of five men was marching in a line.

*Whoosh!*

A red shadow flashed past them. The fifth disciple in the line blinked and rubbed his eyes, seeing nothing. "Was I hallucinating?" he wondered.

"Senior Brother, I think someone just ran past carrying a red fish," the third disciple whispered.

"I think I saw it too! The person was wearing black robes!" added the second.

*Thwack! Thwack!*

The fat man leading the group, dressed in inner-sect robes, spun around and delivered a sharp blow to the heads of both disciples, nearly knocking them over.

"Senior Brother, why did you hit us?" they whimpered.

The fat man scolded them coldly, "Hit you? I ought to kick you! Where do you see a red shadow? Where are these black robes? Where?"

*Thwack! Thwack!*

He struck them again, making their heads ring. "A red shadow, you say? And black robes?"

*Thwack! Thwack!*

He rained more blows down on the two Spirit-Gathering stage outer-sect disciples. "Did any of you see it?" he bellowed at the remaining two.

The fourth disciple opened his mouth to speak, but seeing the murderous look in the inner-sect brother’s eyes, he shook his head violently like a rattle.

"Good," the fat man nodded, then turned to the last disciple. "And you?"

"Senior Brother, I know nothing. I saw nothing," the disciple declared, thumping his chest.

"Excellent. Work hard, and you, too, might make it into the inner sect," the fat man said with a tone of sage advice.

"Yes! I shall follow your teachings, Senior Brother!" the disciple shouted with pride.

The fat man nodded in satisfaction, turning back to the two dazed disciples. "Now, tell me again: what did you see?"

Terrified, the two disciples stammered, "Reporting to Senior Brother, I saw nothing! I know nothing! You are wise, powerful, and exceptionally charismatic..."

The fat man, basking in their sycophancy, nodded. "Fine, fine. Continue the patrol. Keep your eyes peeled—the Lieyang Sect has been restless lately. Don't let so much as a mosquito slip through!"

"Yes!"