Chapter 450: Sword Qi Great Wall, Chen Changsheng in Doubt
After Feiyun was trapped in self-isolation by the martial technique, Chen Changsheng turned to look at Su Wan’er and asked.
“Wan’er, the Stunning Swan Sword should still be with you, right?”
“It’s here.”
Su Wan’er took out a broken sword from her storage pouch.
Looking at the broken sword in Su Wan’er’s hand, Chen Changsheng fell into silence for a moment.
“What insights do you have regarding this sword?”
Upon hearing this, Su Wan’er lowered her head shyly.
“I’m sorry, Elder Brother Changsheng. I couldn’t understand the essence of ‘snow drifting in the world’ from the Stunning Swan Sword.”
“I only felt a sense of sorrow.”
“That’s right. ‘Snow drifting in the world’ is inherently a sword intent of profound sorrow.”
“It was only between life and d*ath that the sword immortal Meng Yu comprehended it; you lack experience, hence cannot grasp it.”
As the two spoke, Feiyun, who was feeling down, suddenly opened his eyes wide.
“This is the sword of the sword immortal Meng Yu!”
“You know about Meng Yu?”
“I should know about him. The White-Haired Sword God is my target of pursuit, and I understand everything about him.”
“That’s perfect; I’ll take you to see the legendary White-Haired Sword God.”
“Really?”
“Where can we find him?”
“‘World’s Boundary,’ a legendary and perilous place—the ‘Sword Qi Great Wall’!”
As soon as the words fell, countless mysterious formation patterns appeared beneath Chen Changsheng’s feet.
Before Feiyun could prepare, the three of them vanished from their original spot.
……
“Whoosh!”
Three figures appeared atop an ancient and battered long wall.
The sky here was perpetually gray, giving one a very oppressive feeling.
Sharp sword qi occasionally swept through the air, and if one was not careful, bl**d would spill.
Looking around at the environment, Feiyun exclaimed, “Is this really the legendary Sword Qi Great Wall?”
“Indeed unparalleled!”
Hearing Feiyun’s words, Su Wan’er asked softly, “Feiyun, what is the Sword Qi Great Wall? I’ve never heard of it.”
“It’s normal that you haven’t heard of it; after all, you haven’t been in the cultivation world long.”
“According to legend, during the Battle of Extinction, the White-Haired Sword God summoned an endless fortress.”
“One person, one sword, one fortress—the White-Haired Sword God single-handedly drove back countless powerful beings.”
“For this reason, the fortress was named the Sword Qi Great Wall.”
“Wrong!”
As Feiyun spoke passionately, Chen Changsheng, standing on the city wall, interjected.
“The Sword Qi Great Wall existed long before the Battle of Extinction. The White-Haired Sword God merely took advantage of it.”
“Additionally, this name wasn’t given by him.”
Saying this, Chen Changsheng pulled out a rusted iron sword and inserted it firmly into the long wall.
“Since the dawn of time, Feiyun, your mission is to remove the rust from this iron sword.”
“To prevent you from doing any useless work, I’ll give you a little hint.”
“To remove the rust, you can only use your own sword intent.”
“If you cannot even solve this rust, it will be enough to prove that you are not fit to practice swordsmanship.”
After speaking, Chen Changsheng jumped off the other side of the city wall and disappeared into the vast wilderness.
Seeing this, Feiyun scoffed, “Does he really look down on people this much? Can a mere iron sword challenge me?”
Saying this, Feiyun executed a powerful sword strike towards the iron sword.
“Ding!”
The powerful sword strike hit the iron sword, producing a clear ringing sound.
A piece of rust, resembling dust, fell.
“Whoosh!”
“Bang!”
“Pfft!”
A formidable sword qi burst forth from the iron sword, and Feiyun was heavily struck against the edge of the wall, bl**d gushing from his mouth.
Faced with this situation, Feiyun was completely stunned.
“Feiyun, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I’m perfectly fine.”
As Su Wan’er approached to inquire, Feiyun waved his hand dismissively and then, ignoring the terrifying wound on his chest, stared blankly at the iron sword not far away.
“Miss Wan’er, you have a good relationship with the Young Master. Where did he get this sword?”
“I’m not too sure. I heard from Ya’er that it was brought back by the Culinary Immortal.”
“One time I casually asked, and the Young Master only said this is Chen Shisan’s sword.”
“Chen Shisan!”
“Are you sure it’s Chen Shisan?”
Hearing this name, Feiyun’s voice involuntarily rose a few notches.
Seeing Feiyun’s excited demeanor, Su Wan’er asked tentatively.
“Is there something wrong with the name Chen Shisan?”
“Of course! There’s a huge issue; the White-Haired Sword God’s real name is Chen Shisan.”
As he spoke, a smile gradually spread across Feiyun’s face.
“Who would have thought that I, Yang Feiyun, would have the fortune to witness the sword of the Sword God! If I could comprehend the sword intent within, how glorious it would be!”
“I knew the Young Master wouldn’t treat me poorly.”
Looking at Yang Feiyun who was wiping his drool incessantly, Su Wan’er was speechless.
Su Wan’er: “……”
You’ve bled so much; aren’t you going to treat your wounds before thinking about anything else?
At this rate of bleeding, you’re going to be finished soon.
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Desolate Land.
Chen Changsheng walked alone across this barren expanse.
The overwhelming suffocating sense made Chen Changsheng quite uncomfortable.
“System, I have a question for you.”
“Do you think this world has an end?”
As soon as he finished speaking, an electronic voice rang in Chen Changsheng’s mind.
“Replying to the host, the Crimson Realm naturally has an end.”
“Then what I’m looking at now, is it the end of this Crimson Realm?”
“No.”
Upon hearing this answer, Chen Changsheng couldn’t help but smile and said,
“This question is quite unexpected.”
“Based on the host’s emotional feedback, it seems you were not very surprised by this answer, for you had your own conjecture in mind long ago.”
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng rolled his eyes and remarked,
“System, you really have no sense of humor at all.”
“If you speak so bluntly, it will make me seem uncultured.”
“Replying to the host, your so-called ‘cultured’ is merely an inefficient way of doing things; this system does not adopt such methods.”
Faced with the “lack of charm,” Chen Changsheng was too lazy to engage with it, as he was about to face a major matter.
Chen Changsheng had been in this Crimson Realm for quite some time. After gaining a certain degree of strength and status, he had begun to harbor some strange thoughts.
One of the questions was whether this Crimson Realm had an end.
To explore this question, Chen Changsheng spent a considerable amount of time seeking the answer.
But the result led him to this desolate and lifeless land.
If he continued forward in this wasteland, the end would lead to an endless void.
Yet strangely, from this place, one could not step into the void.
Thinking this, he gazed at the end of the desolate land and murmured, “Zhang Zhenren, why did you move the Sword Qi Great Wall here? Who are you ultimately trying to guard against?”
“You want to open a path for all living beings, seeking to ensure that the name of the Heavenly Court endures through the ages, so you strive to do something extraordinary.”
“But those who assist you, what are they doing?”
“With the Three Thousand Continents gone, the Emperor Huangtian and his kin have begun their expedition; should not those helping you make their appearances too?”
“The Scholar said that Fu Yao might appear in this era.”
“Does this mean that it was Nalan Fuyao who helped you trigger the Thunder Tribulation?”
As he spoke, Chen Changsheng sighed deeply.
“Fu Yao! Fu Yao!”
“Having yielded so much ground, what kind of surprise are you preparing for me?”
“With the Scholar not in this Crimson Realm, you are no longer tethered; perhaps we shall meet on the battlefield soon.”
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