Li Qingshan suddenly smiled.
At that moment, thousands of streaks of light pierced through the dark clouds, illuminating the vast, blue waters.
For a moment, the clouds dispersed, and the wind and snow stopped.
The clouds seemed to be burning, changing between orange-yellow and purplish-red. The wind and snow that had yet to disperse were dyed golden by the sunlight, like a golden rain. It was a magnificent sight.
This was the so-called "god". "Rage" was the roaring flames of lava and thunder. "Sorrow" was the howling of the wind and snow and the dark clouds. "Laughter" was the illumination of the sun, and everything was spring.
The sword cultivators in the Sword Collection palace all widened their eyes and gaped their mouths. They could not see the wonders of the world at all. They had no idea why the phenomena had changed.
However, some people suddenly understood something. They looked at the man on the top of the mountain as if they were gazing at the sky itself. They murmured to themselves, "That's the Knight King. No wonder, no wonder!" Perhaps it was no wonder he could manifest such phenomena, or perhaps it was no wonder he could hug the master of the Sword Collection palace.
Yu Zijian sighed in amazement at the unbelievable power of a true god at first. Afterwards, she smiled as well, knowing that he had already agreed to her request.
"Thank you, Niu Juxia!"
Their eyes met. One had scarlet eyes, while the other had violet eyes. They were no longer the same as before. Through their own paths, they had traversed mountains of corpses and seas of blood step by step, becoming eternal gods and powerful sword cultivators.
But right now, the sunlight outlined the sides of their faces. They looked at each other and smiled, as if they were still the same young man and young woman from the past. They had never forgotten their original hearts.
"However, if you want to assist me, this bit of cultivation is nowhere near enough! I still have other people I want to see, so I'll leave this sword with you for now! " Li Qingshan casually tossed down an ancient bronze sword and took a step towards the fiery clouds. The blue waves spread out, and he vanished into the sky.
"This is!?" Yu Zijian grabbed the ancient bronze sword and immediately sensed something unusual about it. The edge of the sword thrummed strangely, with a hint of a dragon's roar, as if it wanted to break free from her hand as a true dragon. She needed to use all of her cultivation to hold it firmly, but it agitated the yang spirit in her body, making it thrash. She completely lost control of it.
The purple eyes were at a loss. In a trance, she saw the sun, moon, and stars spinning. This sword condensed the path of the heavens and the will of the true dragon.
She gripped the hilt of her sword tightly with both hands, as if she was lying on the back of a dragon, flying above the Nine Heavens, traveling side by side with the sun, moon, and stars. Looking back, the mountains, rivers, and plants were all vivid in her mind.
The various mountains and dangers encountered on the path of cultivation turned out to be nothing more than small folds and undulations of the earth. There was no bottleneck in the world that could not be broken through, nor was there any difficult situation that could not be overcome.
As heaven moves, so should a gentleman ceaselessly strive to improve himself.
"The Xuan-Yuan sword!" Yu Zijian revealed the name of the sword in a single breath.
Li Qingshan had already traveled 5,000 kilometers away. He suddenly looked back and revealed a surprised expression. Even he, the god of the world, had not expected such an unforeseen event. After thinking for a moment, he smiled and nodded. He no longer doubted that she would be able to help him.
When the "tyrannical village chief" of the You Xiong clan gave the Xuan-Yuan sword to him, he was already a human immortal at the sixth heavenly tribulation and a soul relic. However, he did not immediately comprehend the mysteries of the sword. He only treated it as a regular bronze sword.
Only afterwards did he learn about the sword's power, but he only treated it as a weapon of slaughter. Only when he comprehended the Divine Dragon Transformation did he finally wield it freely and unleash extraordinary power.
However, Yu Zijian was only at the fifth heavenly tribulation and a yang soul, yet the Xuan-Yuan sword resonated with her as soon as he held it. It was unbelievable.
However, with further thought, he came to an understanding.
Firstly, she possessed a body of pure yang. She walked the path of the Heaven Dragon, so she possessed a natural halo of destiny. Compared to his fusion of the demonic and divine, the Dance of Dragons and Snakes, it was much purer.
Secondly, she was a true sword cultivator. She had practiced the path of the sword for many years. Even her yang soul had been condensed from the sword embryo, which made her drastically different from regular yang soul cultivators. However, he had always used a blade to hack people. Although he had a deep understanding of the path of the sword, he did not actually have a passion for it from the bottom of his heart, which was why he had tossed the Xuan-Yuan sword to her without the slightest hesitation.
She understood the vague will of the heavens. The Xuan-Yuan sword was basically prepared for her. It was an opportunity.
She swung the sword and cut her way through the thistles and thorns as if she had cleared all her bottlenecks in a single stroke, opening up a path to the heavens. She no longer had any confusion or hesitation. All she lacked was time and resources.
As the god of the world and the master of the Demon domain, Li Qingshan could obviously pour tremendous resources onto her until she became a sword immortal.
A body of pure yang that possessed a natural halo of destiny, the supreme sword of the Heavenly Emperor, and the King of Demon Gods that defied the heavens. Three rare opportunities had converged together. This was an opportunity that would only appear during the great tribulation of the world. Otherwise, the Heavenly Emperor would not have lost his sword, and the Demon King would not have been born.
"It really is violet qi from the east. It's indescribably noble!"
Yu Zijian's mind settled down. She slowly drew her sword and pointed it at the sky. She praised, "What a sword!"
The path of the sword had always been extremely tough, but it was extremely easy to break. It was very easy to die in battle. Moreover, the path of cultivation was overly tough and pure. It was extremely fast in the beginning, but it would become more and more difficult once it reached an extremely high realm of cultivation. As a result, sword immortals had always been rare, but there were many true immortals that wielded swords as weapons.
Sword immortals were different from regular true immortals. They controlled slaughter and possessed endless power. Even Demon Gods might not be her opponent, so she would be a powerful ally!
Just like what she had said, the great tribulation of the world was the stage for sword cultivators to roam freely. It was a great opportunity for becoming a sword immortal. Since ancient times, heroes had always been born in troubled times.
This was a great opportunity, as well as a result of her choice.
If she did not have that determination, Li Qingshan would never have given the Xuan-Yuan sword to her. In order to ensure that she could remain in the World of the Five Continents safely and avoid the flames of war, he might even unknowingly affect her progress in cultivation.
If that were the case, her protector, Li Qingshan, would instead become her greatest shackle. Her good fortune would become the root of her misfortune. As time passed, the divine sword would be covered in dust, gradually losing its edge. She would probably lose the opportunity to become a sword immortal forever.
This was truly becoming mortal with a single thought and becoming an immortal with a single thought.
This was the most subtle thought in a person's mind. The buddha said, "Nine hundred lives and deaths occur in a single moment." Even gods could not predict everything. However, it was exactly this smallest thought that determined the grandest and most distant path, allowing mortals to become gods.
If brother ox had directly given him power, the Li Qingshan of today would not have existed. At most, he would be able to enjoy himself, but once the great tribulation of the world arrived, he would be reduced to ashes.
Mortals always desired luck and opportunities, but they did not know that the belief in their mind was the foundation of everything. The difficulties and obstacles along the way were all for the sake of tempering this sword. As a result, the past failures and pain were never worth lamenting over.
People were not free because they were strong, but powerful because they were free.
"Zijian, I wish you good luck!"
Li Qingshan visited another "old friend". His mood lightened up, and his gloominess was swept away. He followed the path in his memory and continued forwards. The names became vivid one by one, vivid in his mind.
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