By this time, many people had already guessed what the seemingly faint light dust was, even though the answer was inconceivable.
What else could they do then? They could kneel down to express their submission and welcome the enemy.
No, they could still fight.
Jing Jiu and the Dead Dog were still in the hermit peaks, the most powerful fighters of the Aoyama Sect at the moment. The only passage leading to the hermit peaks was at the bottom of Shangde Peak.
The intention of the light dust was clear.
Many disciples of Aoyama were also overwhelmed by the energy of the light dust, unable to stand up; but some of them were still standing proudly in the strong wind.
They included Nan Wang, Guangyuan Zhenren and Chen Youtian, Zhao Layue, Gu Qing, Yuan Qu, Guo Nanshan, Zhuo Rusui, Gu Han, Yao Songshan and Lei Il-kyung, and the disciples of the second generation. It was not that they were not fearless; it was because the Aoyama Sect practiced the sword work, and that was all.
The blood-red light of the Thoughtless Sword illuminated the peaks of Aoyama.
Soon after, more sword lights appeared, heading toward the light dust one after another.
Dozens of sword lights appeared in the sky; it was a magnificent scene.
Seeing the scene, the Immortal Tan sighed, seemingly feeling sympathetic.
Though Zhao Layue's Cultivation state was not as high as that of Guangyuan Zhenren and Nan Wang, the Thoughtless Sword was the fastest flying sword in Aoyama. As such, it flew to the highest point in the sky and arrived in front of the light dust.
Crack!!! It sounded like a lightning striking down from the high sky, and everybody could hear it clearly.
It was obviously the sound of a hard object breaking apart. Had the Thoughtless Sword been broken? The problem was that the Thoughtless Sword was an Immortal Class Flying Sword, an important treasure of the Aoyama Sect. Under the hands of Perfected Jingyang and Zhao Layue, it had slain countless powerful demons and monsters. How could it be broken with just one blow?
Zhao Layue spat out a mouthful of blood, leaned back, and fell heavily to the ground.
The Thoughtless Sword did not return.
Guangyuan Zhenren's sword, Nan Wang's sword, Zhuo Rusui's sword, none of them had returned.
Dozens of thin lines appeared in the dark blue sky. Those were the traces of flying swords being struck away and broken.
Dozens of muffled groans came from the top of Tianguang Peak. Guo Nanshan spat out a mouthful of black blood, Yuan Qu fainted, and the rest of the people fell to the ground with serious injuries from the impact of their sword pellets.
Only Guangyuan Zhenren and Nan Wang were barely able to stand, and their expressions were extremely ugly.
The powerful warriors of the Aoyama Sect attacked at the same time, but to no avail. They had suffered a crushing defeat.
The light dust continued to fall, and its speed gradually slowed down. However, it was obvious that it was not the effect of the swords of the Aoyama Sect, but its own behavior.
The light dust now was more like a falling leaf. No, it was even lighter than a falling leaf, lighter than the wind.
Finally, the light dust came to the sky above the peaks of Aoyama, and revealed its true appearance.
It was a beautiful woman dressed in a white dress.
It was unknown what the white dress was made of, but it was as soft as a cloud, fluttering with the wind.
As the sleeves of the dress fluttered, faint golden lines could be seen, but there was no pattern to it.
Using the word "beautiful" to describe the woman in white was actually not accurate, or even redundant.
This was because anyone who saw her would only be able to see her eyes.
Her eyes were calm and gentle, clear and profound.
Like a small river, but the reflection of the river was a sky full of stars.
The woman drifted down slowly toward the top of Shangde Peak.
Seeing this scene, Guo Nanshan, Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing displayed a despondent expression in their eyes.
It was then that the woman suddenly turned her head to look at a spot in the sky, the expression in her eyes turning slightly cold.
The small green curtain sedan of Shui Yue Nunnery was there.
The green curtain, which had just drifted up, suddenly dropped down like the frozen surface of the water; the wrinkles on its surface didn't even move a bit.
A streak of blood dyed the green curtain red.
With a single glance, Shui Yue Nunnery, in the Heavenly Arrival State, spat out blood and was severely wounded.
The swordsmen of the Aoyama Sect were severely wounded before their flying swords could even touch her body, to say nothing of preventing her from falling down.
Who was this woman in white?
"Greetings, Fairy Lady Bai."
"Greetings, Fairy Lady."
The voice of the Immortal Tan rang out in the sky above Tianguang Peak.
In the next moment, more and more voices filled with excitement, fear and bewilderment rang out.
The two words might be the fairy lady or the predecessor; but no matter which word it was, it meant only one person in Chaotian in the last one thousand years.
She was the former sect master of the Zhongzhou School and the only ascendant in Chaotian in the last one thousand years, Bai Ren.
Many of the representatives of various sects who came to participate in the Inauguration of the Sect Master of the Aoyama Sect had witnessed the battle in Zhaoge City more than one hundred years ago. What baffled and shocked them was that the Fairy Lady Bai Ren today was evidently more powerful and more real than the replica of her one hundred years ago.
That incomparably enormous pressure and that profound aura were actually immortal intents that were incredibly dense and real.
Was it possible that it was not the spiritual awareness of the Fairy Lady Bai Ren who had returned to Chaotian today?
Was it possible that the Fairy Lady Bai Ren had indeed returned?
…
…
As the people were thinking of these questions in shock, the Fairy Lady Bai Ren had already arrived in the sky above the peaks of Aoyama.
The Sword Formation of Aoyama had been destroyed; who could stop her from returning?
Bai Ren landed on the top of the Shangde Peak.
There were no black rocks here, no flowering trees and no blue lake, save for the pure white snow.
Her feet didn't make any sound when they landed on the snow.
Not even the slightest sound could be heard, like the sound of ants walking.
In the next moment, countless rustling sounds could be heard.
It was the sound of the snow melting.
It was the sound of the black cliff rocks being exposed to the air.
It was the sound of the green stems growing out from the cracks of the cliff rocks.
It was the sound of the flowers blooming.
The ice and snow on the Shangde Peak were melting at an unimaginable speed. The snowline retreated to the foot of the mountain, exposing more and more green pines and more and more wild grass and flowers.
The whole of heaven and earth had sensed the natural freshness and vigorous vitality brought by the fairy energy.
Everyone sensed the tranquil and distant aura, and their moods also calmed down.
All of a sudden.
The cracks between the black cliff rocks disappeared, and the green stems broke off and then collapsed!
The collapse was not a peeling off, but a collapse of all the cliff rocks heading toward the Shangde Peak. In other words, it was a collapse!
It was like the herbs and the Reiki in the cauldron suddenly condensed into an elixir!
With a thunderous rumble, the Shangde Peak kept collapsing, stirring up countless plumes of smoke and dust!
After an unknown period of time, the smoke and dust gradually settled, and the scene appeared in front of people.
The Shangde Peak, which was more than a thousand feet high, was now less than one-third of its original height … The volume of the entire peak had shrunk a lot, and it had completely become a strange peak.
What was even more incredible was that the surface of the black cliff rocks was unusually smooth and compact, without any signs of life or cracks. It was like a piece of iron ball that had been integrated into one!
A whimpering sound came from the sky, and a severely deformed grey sword fell down.
The gray sword landed on the side cliff of Shangde Peak, giving out a crisp "pah" sound. It couldn't withstand the force and broke into two halves.
"F * ck your ancestors …"
Zhuo Rusui's face was pale, and he murmured a curse in a low voice, fainted again.
That grey sword didn't belong to Yuan Qu, but his Swallowing Boat Sword.
The Swallowing Boat Sword was of a very high state, and it was extremely tough. Like Zhuo Rusui, it had withstood the previous attack by the Fairy Lady Bai Ren, and flew back to Aoyama shamelessly.
However, when the Swallowing Boat Sword fell on the Shangde Peak, it broke into two pieces.
How hard was the Shangde Peak at this time? How tight was it? Even the magic treasures of the highest state couldn't compare to it!
Since the Shangde Peak had been reduced to such a state, the Sword Jail at the bottom of the peak was no more. Those vicious prisoners who had committed countless sins in the past had been turned into powder, and they couldn't be more dead.
Countless gazes fell on the top of the Shangde Peak.
Looking at the woman in the fluttering white dress, the Cultivation practitioners' eyes were full of fear.
She landed softly.
Then, she stepped on Aoyama.
It turned out that she was the Fairy Lady.
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