The sword light could cut off all the connections between the details of the object when it entered it; in other words, it could cut the object into pieces.
Normally, the moment the sword light left Bai Zhenren's body, she should have broken into pieces and died.
Yet, it didn't happen. It was because a bright golden glow appeared in the deep end of her eyes the moment the sword light entered her palm.
The sword light seemed to have encountered a barrier in her body. In the end, it only pierced through her arm, causing blood to spurt out like a rainstorm.
Bai Zhenren turned around like the cloud and drifted into the rain of blood, disappearing from her sight.
It seemed like she'd actually utilized her final Master Note in order to avoid the calamity of death.
The moment before she disappeared, her face was illuminated by the sunlight, and one could vaguely see something different about her.
The sword light broke through the ocean waves and returned to the sky above the Heavenly Well, where the figure of Jing Jiu showed up.
He looked in the direction of the southeast, a sword light flashing in his eyes. He saw the intermittently visible energy in the sunlight, and turned into a sword light again to pursue the source.
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…
Both Jing Jiu who had turned into a sword light and Bai Zhenren who had the Fairy Book in his hand were the most powerful fighters in this part of heaven and earth.
Unless the Fairy Lady Bai Ren came back to life or the Snow Girl came back to life, no one in this world could be so powerful, not even Cao Yuan.
They were the only ones qualified to pursue and kill each other. In fact, they had wounded each other severely in a short time, but it was unclear who would win in the end.
Bai Zhenren entered heaven and earth, and the sword light chased after him. The seashore of the East Ocean had recovered its quietness.
As the gentle wind blew over, the green curtain tousled slightly and then broke into countless pieces, exposing the face of the person in the sedan.
The Chief Nun of the Water-Moon Nunnery looked like an ordinary and pretty girl.
Her face was a bit pale at the moment, with a trickle of blood on the corners of her mouth. She must have suffered a severe injury in order to block the palm strike from Bai Zhenren.
Only by doing so could she find a chance to sneak-attack Bai Zhenren.
In the early morning, the sword light was looking for Bai Zhenren in the human world and stopped for a while by the East Sea.
It was at that time that Tong Yan came up with this sneak attack plan for Jing Jiu.
After that, Jing Jiu went to the No-Mercy Sect after hearing what the Unicorn had said after he returned to the Cloud-Dream Mountain, Bai Zhenren sneak-attacked him successfully.
Looking at the badly damaged green curtain sedan, Tong Yan asked, "Is the abbess all right?"
Shui Yue Nunnery looked at him and suddenly asked, "Do you know you don't have a good reputation in the cultivation world?"
Tong Yan said calmly, "I know."
He was once a genius disciple of Zhongzhou School, but he suddenly betrayed the school and disappeared without a trace.
It was only in recent years that the cultivation world found out that he had switched sides to the Aoyama Sect.
But this was actually not important. For an important figure like the Chief Nun of the Water-Moon Nunnery, the childish appearance was not something she liked or even feared.
For instance, when Bai Zhenren descended from the sky, his pale face and helpless eyes …
"How does it feel to deceive one's former Master?" asked Shui Yue Nunnery with a complicated emotion.
Tong Yan didn't say anything after some thought.
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The tomb of the former imperial court was located in the deepest part of Longevity Mountain. When the sunlight reached this place after passing through a dozen holes created by Jing Jiu, it had become very dim.
The white jade coffin had turned into snowflakes all over the ground.
A middle-aged man with a lean face and an extraordinary bearing looked at the slightly cracked turtle shell in his hand, letting out an indescribable sigh.
He looked like a scholar who was appreciating the snow and preparing to recite a poem.
Yet, the bright yellow royal robe exuded a faint awe-inspiring and genuine royal aura, indicating that his true identity was not so simple.
He was Emperor Xiao.
A descendant of the former imperial court.
The true culprit of the turmoil in the world hundreds of years ago.
The last hidden swordsman in Chaotian.
He was also a companion of Taiping Zhenren, or a military counselor.
Using heaven and earth as the stove and destroying the world with the green smoke was a scheme he and Taiping Zhenren had devised together.
Though this scheme looked grand and crude, it was actually very meticulous. He had calculated all the details by Ōzawa for more than one hundred years.
However, Taiping Zhenren had died in the hermit peaks of Aoyama.
Bai Zhenren had shown up after hundreds of years of painstaking efforts had all gone to waste.
"My path is not lonely."
Emperor Xiao walked toward the outside of the tomb after making this sentimental remark.
A large amount of royal aura dispersed toward the outside of the tomb, ruffling his royal robe slightly, followed by a chilly and gloomy wind.
How could he not be sentimental?
His ancestors were buried here.
As he came to the outside of the main temple of the tomb, Emperor Xiao turned his head around and glanced at the horizontal board in the hall, raising his eyebrows slightly.
Since the No-Mercy Sect dared use the tomb of their ancestors as their mountain gate, they deserved to be wiped out.
Hundreds of years ago, he launched his first revenge on the human world in this place.
He failed that time.
Would he fail again this time?
"Who are you?"
A voice burst out at the foot of the stone steps.
Emperor Xiao turned around and looked in the direction.
A young man stood under a tree. His appearance was ordinary, and so was his energy.
The sunlight shone on his face as it was cut by the leaves, but it didn't make him look mysterious; instead, he looked a bit ridiculous.
The young man wore the uniform of the No-Mercy Sect, with a sword tied to his waist. Since he hadn't merged with the sword yet, his Cultivation state must be low.
Emperor Xiao led Bai Zhenren to sneak into Longevity Mountain, and Jing Jiu barged in. Besides, the tomb was broken and the royal aura leaked out, so the Great Formation of the mountain sealing off the mountain must have sensed it.
It was believed that the elders and disciples of the No-Mercy Sect would wake up one after another and leave the manor cave behind closed doors.
For some reason, this young disciple with a low Cultivation state was the first one to come here.
"You've sealed off the mountain for one hundred years, but you still can't see a ray of sunlight; it's really pitiful."
Emperor Xiao said sentimentally while looking at this young disciple of the No-Mercy Sect, "I have to say that heaven and earth are indeed fair. You people insist that heaven and earth are unkind, so don't blame heaven and earth for being unkind."
Back when Pei Baifa was killed by the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean, the No-Mercy Sect didn't have anyone in the Heavenly Arrival State, so they sealed off their mountain.
More than one hundred years had passed, and the No-Mercy Sect hadn't finished sealing off their mountain, meaning that they hadn't welcomed a swordsman in the Heavenly Arrival State yet.
As such, Emperor Xiao had nothing to worry about. He walked down the stone steps and headed toward the outside of the mountain, without even glancing at the young disciple under the tree.
"It's true that we've sealed off our mountain for one hundred years, but it doesn't mean that we can be humiliated by anybody."
The young disciple of the No-Mercy Sect said this in a trembling voice while untying the sword tied to his waist.
His movement of untying the sword was a bit clumsy and unskillful; it was evident that he didn't have much fighting experience.
Emperor Xiao halted his steps and looked at the young man under the tree, saying with a smile, "Little guy, are you going to stab me to death with this sword?"
Wielding the sword with his hand, no matter how many sword flowers he could wield and how many movements he could employ, he was still a mortal.
The young disciple of the No-Mercy Sect felt a bit nervous.
More than one hundred years ago, he was still an ordinary youth in Yu County. He was brought to the Longevity Mountain by an immortal master after he was discovered to be talented.
Unexpectedly, so many significant events had happened in the sect as soon as he entered the mountain gate and received a set of clothes, a sword and a basic script of sword work.
The sect master suddenly came out from behind closed doors, and his Master died for some unknown reason. Next … the sect master died as well. Next, the mountain gate was sealed off.
Though his Master had a high status in the mountain gate, he didn't have a good temperament. As such, he didn't feel sad about his Master's death; he felt more bewildered than sad.
What made him even more bewildered was that after the mountain gate was sealed off, the elders and big brothers all went to their respective manor caves to cultivate, but nobody paid any attention to him.
It was then that he vaguely realized that his Master's death might not be honorable.
In fact, he had one last chance to leave before the mountain gate was sealed off; but for some reason, he chose to stay.
Since he didn't have a manor cave of his own, he lived in the guard room next to the grand hall. Fortunately, there were a large number of goblins and crystals in the sect, so he didn't have to worry about starving to death, nor did he have to worry about cultivating … The real problem was that he didn't know how to cultivate.
All he had was a set of clothes, a sword and a basic script of sword work.
As such, he had practiced the basic script of sword work for more than one hundred years with the sword in his hand.
As for the set of clothes, he had washed them a long time ago and put them away carefully.
It wasn't until today that he was woken up by the commotion in the mausoleum and learned that an enemy had arrived. He put on the set of clothes again and tied the sword to it, walking to the front of the grand hall.
He had seen his peers ride the flying swords, so he knew that his Cultivation state was very low. He also knew that the basic script of sword work wouldn't be very powerful even if he practiced it for one thousand years.
However, his masters and colleagues hadn't woken up yet, so he had no choice but to step forward.
Having said that, the Emperor Xiao continued walking toward the outside of the mountain.
He could fly at the moment, but for some reason, he chose to walk. It was probably because he wanted to see if the young disciple of the No-Mercy Sect dared draw his sword.
The disciple of the No-Mercy Sect swallowed nervously and dashed toward the Emperor Xiao while holding the sword in his hand.
The Emperor saw a strange scene from the corner of his eyes, his pupils shrinking a little.
The disciple of the No-Mercy Sect had already moved, but it seemed that he was still standing on the same spot.
It was only his figure that had moved.
In other words, the movement of the disciple of the No-Mercy Sect was so fast that a residual shadow could be seen in the shade of the tree.
Puff!!!
The sword pierced into the side of the Emperor Xiao's stomach, and then came out from the other side.
The fresh blood dripped down slowly from the tip of the sword, dyeing the bright yellow royal robe red.
The Emperor furrowed his brows slightly; it was unclear whether he was in pain or thinking of something.
"Who are you?"
He asked the young disciple of the No-Mercy Sect incredulously while looking at him.
"I … I don't know."
The expression on the face of the disciple of the No-Mercy Sect was quite perturbed. It seemed that he found it even more unbelievable than the Emperor Xiao did.
He had merely employed the first move of the introductory sword script; how could he have pierced his sword into this person's body?
It was unclear whether he thought it was too unbelievable or he thought the scene in front of him was not real; he drew out the sword reflexively.
The Emperor Xiao sat down on the ground slowly. He sighed while looking at the sword wound on his body, and lowered his head helplessly.
The gloomy wind blew out from the grand hall and landed on the body of the disciple of the No-Mercy Sect.
Along with a rustling sound, his cloth suddenly tore apart, turning into countless strips of cloth hanging down from his body.
After more than one hundred years, the cloth would have rotted no matter how carefully it was kept.
On the contrary, the sword in his hand had become much thinner after being sharpened for more than one hundred years, but it was still extremely sharp.
No matter how sharp a sword was, it couldn't kill someone like Emperor Xiao. It was the sword will of this disciple of the No-Mercy Sect that had killed him.
Over the past one hundred years, this disciple of the No-Mercy Sect had practiced the introductory sword script over and over again. As for the simplicity and purity of the sword will, even Jing Jiu couldn't compare to him.
The power of time had proved its greatness in different aspects.
The disciple of the No-Mercy Sect felt bewildered while looking at Emperor Xiao sitting on the ground while holding the sword, wondering who this person was. Was he one of the emperors of the previous dynasty in the royal tomb, who had been nurtured by the dark energy for ten thousand years and had turned into a zombie? Otherwise, how could his movement be so stiff and slow?
The gloomy wind blew a strip of cloth from his shoulder and touched Emperor Xiao's body gently.
Whoosh!!!
Emperor Xiao's bright yellow dragon robe was torn into innumerable pieces, falling into the yellow leaves on the mountain. As the autumn wind blew, the pieces of cloth were indistinguishable from each other.
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