One man and one sword, Northstar Blade returned to the Yin Yang Shrine. He looked completely different from before.
His dirty clothes had been changed, and his unkempt hair had been cut short. His unkempt beard had disappeared, and his decadence had been swept away. Now, like the sword in his hand, it shone with a cold, sharp light.
The people in the shrine were all too familiar with Northstar Blade. Although he had changed his appearance, they still recognized him. They wanted to chase him away, but when they saw the sword in his hand, they were afraid.
This time, they didn't dare to step forward. Even the God Officials were cowering in a corner, shouting out "warnings".
However, Northstar Blade ignored them. He entered the shrine step by step, heading for the Yin Yang School's underground palace.
He'd thought everything would go smoothly, but when he reached the underground palace, Northstar Blade ran into someone. It was an old woman in black priest robes.
When Northstar Blade arrived, she only said calmly, "Go back.
The Kikyo won't leave. "
Northstar Blade didn't say anything. He unsheathed the Heartless Pill and pointed it at the priest.
This time, however, the priest didn't dodge in fear like the priest. Instead, Northstar Blade saw something he couldn't believe. This was an ability that surpassed Northstar Blade's understanding.
Yin Yang Technique!
A ferocious-looking, armored Spirit-branded Retainer appeared in her mind. This strange scene shocked Northstar Blade to the limit.
After that, the priestess didn't attack. She simply asked Northstar Blade if he still wanted to fight.
Although he was shocked, Northstar Blade didn't retreat.
Little Witch had pulled him out of the darkness. This time, it was his turn!
However, the power of a shikigami wasn't something Northstar Blade could resist. No matter how talented he was in swordsmanship, even if he'd once been a genius, in the face of extraordinary power, he was nothing more than a mortal.
Without any suspense, Northstar Blade lost. He couldn't fight back at all.
In the end, he was carried out, covered in wounds, and thrown outside the shrine like trash.
After that, Northstar Blade disappeared. He didn't return to the shrine for several weeks. However, just as everyone in the Yin Yang Shrine thought he'd given up, he returned.
However, Northstar's blade was still met with an unparalleled power, and he was thrown out again.
It was too much for a mortal to fight against the power of ghosts and deities. This was not a gap that could be bridged with absolute talent in swordsmanship.
But even though he failed again and again, Northstar One-Blade did not give up. Because every time he wanted to give up, he would think of Kikyou, of her waiting for him in the dark underground palace.
He could let himself down, but he would not let down Kikyou. After half a year of friendship, he had already regarded Kikyou as his family.
Finally, before Kikyou left, he asked not only Kikyou, but also himself. This was his promise to Kikyou, and also to himself.
Every few weeks, Northstar Yidao would come to fight the priestess. His swordsmanship was getting stronger by the day, and he was progressing at a godly pace.
This kind of growth potential made the old shaman feel incredulous. From being crushed by the shikigami in the beginning, to barely being able to resist, and now to the point where he could just about match it.
Using the body of a mortal to fight against ghosts and deities, Northstar Yidao was astounded.
What she did not know was that every time Northstar Yidao left, he would go back to practice his swordsmanship, looking for the seniors of the ancient sword world to learn sword techniques.
His sincerity moved many people. Those seniors could not bear to let Northstar Yidao's excellent swordsmanship go to waste, so they began to teach him swordsmanship and killing moves.
Just like that, Northstar Yidao grew stronger day by day, reaching a new level every day. This was his talent, a sword genius that only appeared once in ten thousand years.
During this period of time, Northstar One Blade had single-handedly defeated many of the seniors of the ancient sword technique world. In the eyes of the descendants of the ancient sword technique schools, this returning prodigy was undoubtedly going to be the uncrowned king of the official swordsmanship competition in the future. He would reign supreme over the ancient sword technique world for decades to come, and no one would be able to defeat him.
But Northstar Yidao's heart was not here. He wielded his sword again only to give her freedom, and nothing else.
So to the surprise of all the ancient sword seniors, Northstar Yidao, who had reached 18 years old, gave up the right to represent Yidao in the official group competition.
But he did not give up the sword in his hand. This sword was the key to breaking Kikyo's world of darkness.
Hard training, challenge.
Hard training, challenge …
Defeat after defeat, more and more scars appeared on his body. Northstar Yidao never gave up, and after each defeat, he became stronger and stronger.
Until one day, in another battle, his "Heartless Pill" pierced through the demon shikigami, turning it into an exploding black mist.
He succeeded. To the disbelief of the priestess, he had used the power of the mortal sword to pierce through the obstruction of divine power.
At that moment, Northstar Yidao felt truly satisfied, because he had once again wielded his sword for this moment.
But what left Northstar Yidao in disbelief was that at that moment, the priestess told him:
"Kikyo died a long time ago!"
These words were like a bucket of cold, bone-chilling water, pouring over Northstar Yidao's heart. The joy in his heart was instantly washed away.
In disbelief, Northstar Yidao ignored the priestess' obstruction and charged into the School of Yin Yang's underground palace, searching like crazy.
In the end, he arrived at a room.
The room was empty, but the walls were covered with many pieces of paper. The paper was filled with drawings of two people holding hands as they watched the sun rise and set by the sea. There were also many short stories about the two of them.
"I really like being with him. It's very stable, very peaceful, very happy …"
"I can't sneak out to see him anymore. I really miss him …"
"What is he doing now? Could he be thinking of me? No, he should just forget about me … "
"Actually, I'm starting to like him a little …"
"Wow, I actually gave birth to a child for him in my dreams today. How embarrassing …"
"Maybe I'm going to die soon. After all, I'm a sacrifice for the shikigami. But he doesn't know any of this. That's good. After all, the time I was eaten should have been very ugly. Thankfully, he can't see it …"
… …
Each drawing, each paragraph of text, all of this touched Northstar Yidao's nerves.
Sacrifice!
At this moment, Northstar Yidao finally understood why the priestess had said that Kikyo was dead. It was because she had been used as a sacrifice for the "shikigami".
Heartache. Endless heartache. Endless rage surged in his chest.
Northstar Yidao's arrival had already alerted the Onmyojis cultivating in the underground palace. They quickly gathered around.
The furious Northstar Yidao only wanted to kill.
But he was only one person. Although he was strong and his swordsmanship was superb, he was still no match for the shikigami summoned by so many Onmyojis. No matter how many times he swung his sword, he was still no match for them.
This was yet another power that he couldn't match. He was seriously injured once again. Northstar Yidao should have been killed.
But the priestess suddenly arrived and saved him. She told Northstar Yidao not to come here again, or else he wouldn't be able to leave alive the next time.
The heavily injured Northstar Yidao was on the verge of death. He asked the priestess why she saved him.
But the priestess said, "Kikyo is her daughter."
At that moment, Northstar Yidao angrily asked the priestess why she could bear to watch Kikyo be sacrificed to the shikigami.
"This is all fate. I am powerless to resist, she is powerless to resist, and you are even more powerless!" A sad expression appeared on the priestess' face after she finished speaking.
Before she left, she told Northstar Yidao that he should never think about revenge. The Onmyojis were far more powerful than they were. They were as powerful as gods, and no matter how strong his swordsmanship was, could he fight against a god?
With that, the priestess left, leaving behind the dying Northstar Yidao.
Despair was like a demon that had been watching Northstar Yidao all this time, whispering into his ear, "I will always be by your side."
Northstar Yidao was rescued by a passerby and sent to the hospital.
But after he was discharged from the hospital, Northstar Yidao's original sharpness disappeared once more.
The priestess' warning before she left continued to echo in his ears.
How could a mortal fight against a god?
Even though the priestess was so powerful, there were even more powerful Onmyojis in the underground palace. There were even those who were as powerful as the priestess had said.
He had no idea what he should do next.
No matter how hard he trained his swordsmanship, he would never be able to fight against the Onmyojis, much less avenge Kikyo.
When he returned home, Northstar Yidao sank into the pain of the past.
What's the point of learning this sword?
It's because of this sword that my father left and my mother followed. Now I see it as my only hope, but it can't give me the power to take revenge.
Then what's the point of learning it?
What Northstar Yidao felt was not helplessness, but pain.
He went to his father's room and knelt in front of his father's memorial tablet. He raised the Heartless Pill with both hands and placed it in front of his father's memorial tablet, intending to abandon the sword.
But at that moment, he noticed a book on the table beside his father's memorial tablet.
"One Sword, Taiyuan."
He opened the book and a piece of paper fell out.
Northstar Xiufu:
Yidao, I knew you would see this book, even though I've never told you about its existence.
This is the essence of the One Sword School's swordsmanship, but I'm warning you, don't ever learn it!
My body is getting weaker and weaker, and I don't know how much longer I can hold on.
Cultivating this demonic sword technique brought me a short period of happiness, but it also brought me endless pain in the future.
It's very powerful, but it's a demon that can corrode your body and spirit!
Although it once brought glory to the One Sword School, that was only in the past. It doesn't belong to this era. My wrong choice is your best warning. It's a spiritual inheritance, but it's not a taboo that we should touch.
Perhaps I'm no longer here after reading my message, but One Sword, you must promise me that you will never cultivate this demonic sword!
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