“Ancestor… Is he going to recite poetry now!”
Su Qinian, on the flying sword, gazed at the terrifying sword intent rising from the skies with a serious expression.
Zhou Xuanzi, standing beside him, was stunned and asked in confusion, “Why does Pavilion Master Su say that?”
“Whenever the Ancestor draws his sword, he always recites poetry, and whenever he recites poetry, he always kills,” Su Qinian muttered to himself. “And this time, it’s going to be something big!”
“Oh!” Zhou Xuanzi closed his fan and clapped his hands with a smile. “Then if we block his mouth before he can recite his poem, wouldn’t the sword not be able to come out?”
Su Qinian glanced at Zhou Xuanzi. “Well… would you like to try?”
“……I dare not.”
…
Above the sky.
As the last drop of spirit wine flowed down his chin,
it was sliced into wine vapor by an invisible sword aura.
Cough!
The sword sheath began to emit a roar.
Before the sword even came out, its aura had already become majestic!
A thousand miles of cloud sea instantly turned into frosty snowflakes, collapsing into a ring-shaped vacuum zone centered around the black-robed figure.
Chen Huaian, with his hazy eyes, narrowed them slightly and laughed loudly: “Li Bai fishing for the moon was but a delusion—” A bottle of wine suddenly exploded from his sleeve, scattering droplets across the sky, reflecting the image of the maniacal figure holding the sword. The figure staggered and continued, “Better to… chop through the heavens and show off my wildness!”
Black scales emerged from the sheath, and the sword intent soared to the sky.
Everyone looked up to see the void behind the black-robed figure tearing apart.
A sword cultivator avatar rose to the heavens.
This avatar stepped on the clouds and held the sky above its head, its body like a sword spine swallowing and spitting out sword light. Sometimes it sat in the clouds, meditating with the sword, and other times it leaned drunkenly against the moon, singing and strumming the sword.
Suddenly, it pointed its fingers to write in the air, causing the dome of the sky to tremble. The wild cursive script splashed across the sky, turning the ten-thousand-mile expanse into a sheet of paper with waves of snow.
Chen Huaian shook his wrist, releasing a shower of cold stars. At the point where the sword tip moved like a startled dragon, it tore through the clouds and hooked half a crescent moon.
A suspended ink waterfall abruptly fell, and a solitary ink stroke broke through layers of clouds, suddenly focusing as it descended to the mortal world.
Ink entered the sword bone, and black frost condensed on the sword tip. That thousand-foot-long ink sword was a manifestation of the dripping sword intent drawn from the ink of poems.
Laughter echoed: “This sword is meant to make me happy! How delightful! How delightful!!”
The Buddha Demon Avatar found that it could finally move again.
But what it faced was a heaven-shattering ink sword.
“Come on!” The Buddha Demon Avatar’s left eye burst forth with golden lotuses, while its right pupil surged with hellfire. Six white jade hands formed a Mount Sumeru seal, dragging against the giant sword. Within the seal, one part was Hell, another part was the Buddha realm, with the sound of mantras and demonic roars intertwining, causing the surrounding cultivators to feel dizzy and disoriented.
“Heaven protect us, retreat quickly! Such a powerful battle is not something we can watch up close.”
Su Qinian paled when he saw the overwhelming power of their clash.
Although he knew this was a great opportunity to understand the sword path under the Ancestor, he still retreated to a safe distance for his own safety.
Boom!
When the ink sword met the seal, the sky cracked, and the earth collapsed.
The vast desert between ordinary nations instantly shattered into pieces.
“Youngster, if that’s all your strength, I can’t bear your karma.”
After receiving the sword, the Buddha Demon Avatar was no longer as solid as before. The cracks on its white jade arms had spread to its chest. But she felt that this sword had reached the limit of a sword cultivator. She still had some strength left, but did the sword cultivator?
“This sword will shake the Five Great Mountains with a flourish!” Chen Huaian raised his sword and recited.
The sword tip drew a ‘shake the Five Great Mountains, laugh at the world’ ink dragon from the ink splashed across the sky.
Behind him, the avatar suddenly swung its arm, and a massive stroke of ink split through thousands of layers of clouds.
The words “shake the Five Great Mountains” were swallowed by the sword light, while “laugh at the world” poured forth in ink.
When writing the final vertical stroke, the entire dome of the sky suddenly collapsed.
That ink mark that stretched across the sky also transformed into a sword!
The sword fell.
The world faded into silence amidst the deafening noise.
The Buddha Demon Avatar stared in disbelief at the celestial-like figure on the cloud peak.
In the crescent moon, Chen Huaian sheathed his sword and sighed.
“The Twelve Sword Techniques total seven swords, and only two have been unleashed… In the end, you couldn’t bear my karmic burden.”
As the words fell, a sword mark appeared on the avatar’s forehead.
A gust of wind scattered the fragmented form into a sky full of karma fire.
…
Miles away, in the ruins of an ancient temple among the mountains.
The gray-robed old nun’s body trembled violently, her face pale as she spat out bl**d.
“Cough… such profound sword techniques.”
She ignored the bl**d on her lips and immediately sat cross-legged, closing her eyes to regulate her breath. It took quite a while before she recovered.
Though she had descended as an avatar to merge with Ji Dong’s avatar, it was still a part of her core strength.
That sword cultivator had nearly torn apart her core strength with just two swords.
The sword intent, following her extended force, had returned like a persistent pest.
If not for her being at the third stage of the Void realm, she wouldn’t have been able to resolve it so easily. If someone at the Conjunction realm were here, the moment their core strength returned, their physical body would also be cut into nothingness by the sword intent.
“When did Cangyun Realm produce such a powerful sword cultivator? Could it really be one of those old monsters from the Sword Pavilion hiding their identity?”
The gray-robed old nun’s face darkened, her eyes flickering uncertainly.
However, since these old monsters should know the current crisis facing Cangyun Realm,
and clearly, the person she had just spoken to didn’t know anything about it.
Moreover, the old ancestor of the Sword Pavilion with the surname Chen had long left this realm, and their sword techniques were completely different.
It was impossible for a super sword cultivator to suddenly appear during her seclusion.
“Could it be a variable? Or is someone deliberately misleading me?”
The gray-robed old nun muttered to herself, her brows filled with malice.
“Master, save me, Master, I don’t want to d*e…”
Ji Dong’s remaining soul floated in front of her, clinging to her as if to a life-saving rope. But even his remaining soul was pierced by countless sword auras. Without immediate help, he was close to dispersing.
“Save you?” The gray-robed old nun grabbed the soul with her fingers and sneered. “Do you think a mere demon path ant like you deserves protection from me? Actually, I never concealed your fate from the heavens. When you left the Ten Thousand Mountains, your fate was sealed.”
“What? This… this can’t be…”
“You lied to me! You actually lied to me!”
Ji Dong’s remaining soul wore a fierce expression, whether out of anger or torment from the sword intent.
“You won’t d*e well! Lingpu, you won’t d*e well!”
Lingpu sneered silently, her fingers closing to crush Ji Dong’s soul.
The Demon Master, heir to the ancient Heavenly Demon Sect, did not d*e by the sword of a sword cultivator but perished in her palm.
“Since there is a variable, to ensure the arrangement in the Central Continent Secret Realm is flawless, take a talisman to conceal the fate.” The gray-robed old nun stood up, her feet stepping on a golden lotus platform, her figure gradually fading away, leaving only murmured words: “Heaven has flaws… Heaven has flaws…”
