The Empty Realm was windless and soundless. It was as quiet as a graveyard. In the higher sky, there were countless thunderstorms. It seemed that they would fall at any time, but it also seemed that they would never fall. They looked like the eyes of purple, red, and blue monsters, staring at everything below.
Jing Jiu looked at his right hand and every part of his body at the same time, confirming that he had undergone some very subtle, or perhaps mysterious, changes.
He accepted Liu Ci's invitation in the ruined temple on the barren mountain and became the sword that he used to kill Nan Qü and Jian Xilai. As far as he was concerned, he had taken the most important step toward that river.
He didn't know what would happen in the future. The questions he posed to the two Nan Qü were answered by Nan Qü in the end.
Those were not important. He had never doubted himself. The reason why he had refused Liu Ci all these years and was unwilling to take this step was because he was worried about something else.
Looking at Shaoming Island on the surface of the sea, Meng Qi guessed that his Senior Brother should be on that island judging from the situation of the orthodox sects such as Zhongzhou School and Yimaozhai.
Did you plan this beforehand? If he really is that ghost, then you may indeed win this war in the end, but will you still have the chance to enjoy it?
As he thought of these things, he looked at a certain spot in the sky, only to find that Liu Ci was no longer there.
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Rain was falling from the sky.
The rain was not heavy and stopped after a while. Many cultivators' clothes were not wet.
Even if a few drops of rain fell on their faces, no one thought of wiping it off, and no one thought of using a Daoist technique to block the rain.
Everyone was still in a state of extreme shock brought about by the sword light, so how could they care about such trivial matters?
The sword light came down from the horizon and arrived in the blink of an eye. It wounded the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean severely, killed many in an instant, dismembered the Flying Whale, and killed Nan Qü in the sky.
Heaven and Earth were opened, and even ghosts and gods had to stay away. No matter what words were used to describe it, it was not enough …
What kind of sword was this? How could such a sword exist in this world?
The cultivators thought back to their long life of cultivation, recalled the ancient books in the mountain gate, and found that there had never been such a powerful sword.
This was probably the most powerful sword in the history of Chaotian.
Countless gazes followed the rain back to the arena and landed on Perfected Liu Ci.
Those eyes were filled with awe.
That sword was too terrifying, and the person who could unleash it was naturally even more terrifying.
Many people recalled what the Immortal Liu Ci had said to Nan Qü not long ago.
— — I am the Sect Master of Aoyama, of course I am invincible.
Yes.
With the sword in his hand, Liu Ci was the strongest swordsman in Chaotian.
Even the strongest expert in the world would have to consume a great deal of spirit and sword energy to unleash such a strike.
Liu Ci glanced in the direction of Shaoming Island and suddenly raised his eyebrows.
The wind was blowing.
Dark clouds covered the sky.
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The Sword of Twelve Storey Building was not the most powerful sword in the world, but the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was close to being the most powerful swordsman in the world.
When he was taken away from the Foggy Island in the South Sea by Tian Jinren, he was still a teenager.
Without a teacher or a sect, he only relied on a few sword books to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship in just two hundred years and founded the Western Sea Sword School. Such a person was certainly outstanding.
Under the tremendous pressure from the Aoyama Sect, the Western Sea Sword School had survived until today. How many people in the world could do that?
Unfortunately, the Daoist name he gave himself was "A Sword from the West", but he was still no match for a sword that came from beyond the sky.
Fortunately, the swordsmen of the Aoyama Sect were still in the Sword Formation of Six Stars at the time, so they had no choice but to watch him return to the Fallen Immortal Island after being severely wounded.
This was the main island of the Western Sea Sword School, far away from Shaoming Island. Even if the formation of the mountain gate was destroyed, the defense here would be able to hold on for a while.
On the cliff on the east side of the island facing the ocean, there was a huge hole about one thousand feet wide and one hundred feet high.
It looked like a huge window, through which the rain and wind of the sea could be seen.
A white line appeared on the surface of the ocean, and the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean landed in the window.
Turning around, he saw the raindrops falling from the sky, knowing that his Master was dead.
Now that he thought about it, his Master was called the Godly Swordsman of the South Sea. The name of the Fallen Immortal Island was indeed not good, and he should have changed it back then.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean's face was a bit pale, but his expression didn't change. "Is this your scheme?" he asked.
A few years ago, the Young Mysterious Dark Master contacted him through Su Ziye, intending to cooperate with him to kill Taiping Zhenren.
He wasn't good at scheming, and he was aware that such a simple scheme had no chance of succeeding. As such, he got the Zhongzhou School involved in the scheme through Su Ziye.
According to his original plan, his goal was to kill Taiping Zhenren, and then kill that devil in Aoyama together with his Master.
In order to trick Taiping Zhenren into the scheme, he had even sacrificed Tian Jinren's life … Now that his Master was dead and the West Ocean was on the verge of being destroyed, the Zhongzhou School hadn't done anything yet.
It was obvious what the problem was.
No matter how formidable the Aoyama Sect's attack on the West Ocean Islands was, and no matter how violent the storm was in the outside world, Su Ziye had been staying on the Fallen Immortal Island.
He was the former young master of the Mysterious Dark Sect and the most talented young man in the deviant sects, but he couldn't cause any trouble in this war.
Stirring up trouble was something he had already done before the war started.
He had another reason to stay on the Fallen Immortal Island. He knew that the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean would come back and ask him this question.
"Yes."
Su Ziye continued calmly, "All I wanted to do was to kill you. After this event is over, the Zhongzhou School will help the Mysterious Dark Sect find a spiritual source."
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean reached out his hand and grabbed Su Ziye's neck even though he was a few feet away from him.
A sword will shot out from between Su Ziye's eyebrows and hit the chest of the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean.
The body of the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean swayed slightly, and his injury worsened. His Dao Tree was on the verge of collapsing.
Even if he could escape today, he wouldn't be able to cure his injury without practicing diligently for one hundred years, and he had no hope of climbing to the top level of the sword work.
This sword will was very powerful, formidable and formidable, and it had a familiar feeling to him.
He remembered that it was Pei Baifa's sword. He thought of Chao Xiaoshu.
Back then, Pei Baifa had infused this sword will and the remaining Zhen Yuan into Su Ziye's body. It wasn't until now that the power of this sword had finally manifested.
Su Ziye had waited patiently on the West Ocean Islands for this very moment.
All the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean needed to do was to activate his will, and Su Ziye's head would fall off.
Su Ziye was waiting for death calmly.
Many years ago, he chopped off Pei Baifa's head with his own hands and saw Tong Lu's head floating in the ocean. From that moment on, he had never feared death.
It was odd that the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean didn't kill him.
"The Zhongzhou School has allowed you to have a spiritual source … It looks like something will happen to Aoyama."
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean pulled back his hand expressionlessly, turned around and walked into the deep end of the cave.
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Nan Qü was dead, and the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean had escaped. The disciples of the Western Sea Sword School had suffered a great number of casualties. The last sword light had crushed all the will to resist.
Yet, the battle was not over yet, because Taiping Zhenren hadn't been caught yet.
Shaoming Island was sealed in ice, and the Dragon-Tail Inkstone had been suppressing it all along. No matter how capable Taiping Zhenren was, he couldn't escape undetected.
A sword boat of Aoyama landed on Shaoming Island.
Guangyuan Zhenren and dozens of disciples of Aoyama were about to land on the island.
The swordsmen of the orthodox sects like the Cloud Boat of the Zhongzhou School, the Boat of Diligent Study of Yimaozhai, and the Guocheng Temple and the Kunlun Sect were watching the scene from midair.
A section of the black mountain had been cut off by the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean, exposing the smooth and flat stone cliff and the complicated tunnel hidden in it.
In the deepest part of the stone room, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect stood behind Yin San.
Looking at the young man before him, Yin San didn't say anything, his eyes full of curiosity and bewilderment.
It had nothing to do with him no matter how fierce the fight outside was; the West Ocean was doomed anyway.
Nan Qü would die by that sword, and that wicked disciple should know what he would do next.
All he needed to do now was get the First Child Sword and leave.
Nan Qü's method that day and the sword light coming from the horizon had inspired him.
In all of Chaotian, only Nan Qü and that sword could inspire him.
After he left the West Ocean with the First Child Sword, he would try to change the body of the sword. Once he succeeded, he would go to Aoyama and start all over again.
A few decades later, after the death of that wicked disciple, he would become the sect master of Aoyama again. He would hold the sheath of the Inherited Heaven Sword in his hand and use that sword to sweep across all of Chaotian, completing his great undertaking.
It was a perfect plan.
Unfortunately, before the perfect start, he encountered a problem that he did not expect.
There was another young man in the room where the First Child Sword was kept.
That person was covered in dust, but his face looked delicate and tender, though the expression in his eyes was rather nonchalant.
Yin San thought this young man was very similar to himself, and so was Su Ziye.
It was a wonderful thing that two young men who looked like himself had suddenly appeared in the world, but it was not fun at all.
Yin San said with a faint smile, "You're outstanding."
"Thanks for the compliment, Immortal."
Tong Yan said calmly.
He held the Green Sky Mirror with both of his hands.
The Green Sky Mirror was aimed at Yin San.
Whoosh!!!
A flash of white light shot out from the Green Sky Mirror.
The white light had a faint golden glow, exuding the purest fairy energy, full of destructive intent.
The face of the Young Mysterious Dark Master was full of fear.
Yin San's face was pale under the illumination of the white light.
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(According to the request of the student Huang Ahgou, the title of this chapter is still the lyrics of the song.)
(End of this chapter)
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