When Mr. Bai left, the whole village sent him off.
…
The waterfall was thousands of feet high, like a white dragon descending from the sky.
A white figure stood under the waterfall, looking up. The water splashed, like thousands of horses galloping, like thunder.
Mr. Bai held the sword in his left hand and looked up, as if he wanted to see the end of time.
He did not know what he was looking at, nor did he know why he was looking. He was just following his heart.
…
At the top of the snowy mountain, in the white world.
Mr. Bai sat on the ground with his sword on his legs, as if he did not feel the coldness at all.
He was still looking, looking at the whiteness in front of him, looking at the endless snow dancing in the air.
…
The golden sun shone, and yellow sand covered the land.
The endless desert was known as the land of death. Even martial arts experts were not willing to enter such a place. At this moment, a white figure was walking slowly, step by step.
A lonely desert traveler.
…
Mr. Bai walked like this, using his steps to measure the world.
One day after another, one month after another, one year after another …
He walked very slowly, and he would stop from time to time. Sometimes, he would stare at a blade of grass or a leaf for a long time. Sometimes, he would stay in one place for half a month, or even longer.
Sometimes, he would be impulsive. He would unsheathe his sword and dance without any pattern, completely following his heart. He would leave his sword to his heart and practice for a few days.
Time passed, and unknowingly, ten years had passed.
"Hahahaha, I finally broke through and became a Martial King." A wild laugh resounded through the world, and a figure flew out of the valley. His aura was like a tide, shocking the world.
Then, as the figure flew past, he saw a white figure sitting on the top of the mountain.
"Ant." With a hideous laugh, the Martial King struck out with his palm, intending to crush the white figure and the mountain into powder.
The moment he struck out, he seemed to see a pair of bright eyes, as deep and vast as the universe. A Sword Light magnified in front of his eyes. He seemed to see the blue sky and white clouds, and the vastness of the starry sky. His entire being became peaceful and relaxed.
Like a bird shot by an arrow, his body trembled slightly, and he fell from the sky.
Even a Martial King could not block a sword.
Mister Bai sheathed his sword. His gaze was calm as he stood up and left the mountain peak where he had been sitting for a month. He slowly descended the mountain and continued walking.
There was no specific direction, no special goal. Everything was left to his heart, to his sword.
He gradually came to know that there were different levels of swordsmanship.
Human Realm, Earth Realm, and Heaven Realm. His swordsmanship had already reached the limit of Heaven Realm. Above it was the legendary Divine Realm.
Mister White didn't know what kind of realm it was.
However, he really wanted to know.
Ten years!
Twenty years!
Thirty years!
Forty years!
…
In the blink of an eye, a hundred years had passed.
Mister White was still walking.
This world was very big. Even if a martial arts master flew at full speed, it would take him tens of thousands of years to go around it. Mister White was walking at the speed of a normal person.
A hundred years had passed, but Mister White still looked the same. He did not look old at all.
Along the way, he had killed and saved many people, leaving behind many legends. The Thirty-Three Sword Techniques also gradually spread with his footsteps.
Some were taught by him directly, and some were learned by others through the murals he had carved.
His unintentional actions allowed more people to learn the Thirty-Three Sword Techniques, practice them, and pass them down. Gradually, they spread throughout the world.
…
"Today is the day that the Swordsmanship Sect is established." Lin Ming, who was already middle-aged, wore a white robe and carried a long sword on his back. He led hundreds of white-robed swordsmen and knelt together. In front of him was a statue.
The white statue was very lifelike. It was Mister White.
First bow!
Second bow!
Third bow!
A total of nine bows.
"Remember, the founder of the Swordsmanship Sect was the creator of the Swordsmanship Technique and the Thirty-Three Sword Techniques — the Pale Sword God!" Lin Ming's gaze became distant. There was a trace of longing, admiration, and endless respect in his eyes.
In a hundred years, he had grown up from a low-level martial arts master. Today, he was known as the Sword Of Gojoseon, the founder of the Swordsmanship Sect.
In the past hundred years, the Thirty-Three Sword Techniques and the Sword Of Gojoseon had brought him great benefits. They had given him the ability to fight above his level, especially the Sword Of Gojoseon. The more he practiced the Sword Of Gojoseon, the more profound he felt it was. It was as vast and boundless as the universe.
Back then, when he was still a top-level martial arts grandmaster, he had used the Sword Of Gojoseon to kill a low-level martial arts king. It had caused a great commotion in the world of martial arts. It had to be known that killing a low-level martial arts master was not a big deal, but the difference between the levels was too big. It was like the difference between heaven and earth. It was good enough that he could survive, let alone kill.
"Pass down the order of the Swordsmanship Sect. Anyone who practices the Thirty-Three Sword Techniques can join the Swordsmanship Sect," said Lin Ming, the Sword Of Gojoseon.
This news would be spread by the disciples of the Swordsmanship Sect and the martial arts masters who came to watch the ceremony. It would slowly spread throughout the world.
At the same time, Lin Ming also hoped that Mister White would hear the news.
Otherwise, the world was too big. He did not know where to find Mister White.
As for the 14 youths who had been taught by Mister White in the Little Cloud Village, they were all top-level martial arts grandmasters now. They were all elders who had founded the Swordsmanship Sect. They were all very powerful. In the martial arts grandmaster realm, it was difficult to find a worthy opponent.
With the Sword Of Gojoseon and many other martial arts grandmasters, the Sword Generals, Sword Masters, and many other swordsmen, the Swordsmanship Sect gained a firm foothold and began to develop. Following the order of the Sword Of Gojoseon, many people who practiced the Thirty-Three Sword Techniques came to join the Swordsmanship Sect.
Most of the Thirty-Three Sword Techniques that they practiced were learned from others. Often, they were not complete enough. It was difficult to achieve results if they continued to practice.
According to the news, the founder of the Swordsmanship Sect, the Pale Sword God, was the one who had passed down the Thirty-Three Sword Techniques. Only in the Swordsmanship Sect could practice the most authentic Thirty-Three Sword Techniques. It was even rumored that the Sword Of Gojoseon could allow one to kill a strong opponent who was a whole level higher.
It was very attractive.
In fact, even the Sword Emperor had personally come to the Sword of Will Sect.
In the Martial Arts Realm, above the Martial Arts Grandmaster was the Martial King, and above the Martial King was the Martial Emperor. Those who focused on the Sword Of Gojoseon were known as the Sword Sovereign of the Sword Sect.
Above the Emperor was the Emperor.
In this world, although Emperor Realm masters existed, they usually lived in seclusion or entered forbidden areas to explore, so it was rare to see them. Emperor Realm masters were the best of the best.
As for the Saint-level experts that were above the Emperor-level experts, he didn't know if they existed.
Fortunately, the Sword Emperor had been very courteous. He had joined the Sword Will Sect and learned the most authentic thirty-three sword techniques, becoming a Grand Elder of the Sword Will Sect. He had even begun to cultivate the Sword Will Sword Style of the Sword Will Sect.
With a Sword Emperor at the helm, the Sword of Will Sect became an even more powerful sect and flourished.
In the blink of an eye, another hundred years had passed.
The sect master of the Sword of Will Sect, the Sword of Will Sword Of Gojoseon, had broken through and become the Sword of Will Sovereign.
The 500th year!
The Sword Intent Sovereign of the Sword Intent Sect had become the Sword Intent Emperor.
The Sword of Will Sect instantly became one of the most powerful organizations in the world.
The thousandth year!
The Sword of Will Emperor had broken through again, becoming the Sword of Will Saint. The world was shocked.
More and more people began to cultivate the thirty-three sword techniques. The martial way of the world was gradually replaced by the way of the sword. The world had entered an era of prosperity for sword cultivators.
Mister Bai had traveled for a thousand years, but he hadn't traveled very far. However, when he passed by a few towns, he discovered that many people were practicing the sword. Even some children would play with wooden swords.
He discovered that the sword techniques of these people had a trace of the thirty-three sword techniques.
Xiao Chen smiled in relief. Perhaps some of the inheritances that he left behind were gradually spreading.
The two-thousandth year!
The martial way of the world had disappeared in the river of time, disappearing under the boundless Sword Light.
The way of the sword had completely replaced the martial way.
This world had become a world of sword cultivators. It had also entered the golden age of sword cultivators. One sword sect after another rose, but they were all led by the Sword of Will Sect. They all knew that it was the Pale Sword God who had led the way of the sword. He was the founder of the Sword of Will era.
More and more people came to know of the Pale Sword God.
The thirty-three sword techniques had become a sword technique that was popular among sword cultivators.
At the peak of a thousand-foot-tall mountain, Mister Bai drew his sword and danced.
The great era of the sword had arrived. Suddenly, Mister Bai's mind was in a trance. He seemed to fly and become one with the world. He was like a god, looking down on the world.
He saw the Sword of Will Sect. In the huge sect, countless people in white robes were practicing the sword.
The thirty-three sword techniques!
In the deepest part of the sect, a white-robed elder was practicing the Sword of Will.
The white-robed elder's face was somewhat familiar. At first glance, Mister Bai recognized him. It was Lin Ming.
His eyes swept across the entire world. He saw countless Sword Dao sects and countless people who practiced the sword. Unknowingly, an indescribable feeling of gratitude welled up in his heart. In an instant, he seemed to have come to a realization.
"So … this is the Immortal State …"
Mister Bai touched his chest and sighed. The mountain beneath his feet instantly collapsed into nothingness. It reappeared from nothingness and reformed into a thousand-foot-long sword.
The sword was the sword, the man was the sword, the earth was the sword, the sky was the sword, everything was the sword, the void was the sword, and the heart was the sword. The sword was in the hand, in the body, in the heart, everywhere. It was everywhere.
A terrifying aura spread out, startling all the sword cultivators in the world. They unconsciously knelt down in worship and shouted, "Pale Sword God!"
In the depths of his mind, countless images appeared. Finally, they stopped.
"So … my name is Chu Mu …"
"So … Ling 'er is sleeping in my body …" He touched his chest.
He placed his hand on his chest, and a silver light flickered in his heart. Inside, there was a serene and exquisite person sleeping soundly.
"Ling 'er, my memories have been awakened. It's time to go back."
Mister Bai … was Chu Mu. He waved the sword in his hand. Without a sound, the void split open. On the other side was the universe.
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