When the three painters from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets cried out in alarm, many people on the ship guessed at what sword Xu Yourong was using, but because they were too shocked, they did not dare to believe it. Only when they heard Mao Qiuyu and the other two did they finally confirm that it was as they had imagined.
A deathly stillness. Only the Luo River gently lapped against the side of the ship.
The crowd gazed at the distant stone bridge shrouded in mist and snow, at that fairyland-like scene. They thought in shock, could it be that the Sword of Great Light is about to reappear in the world?
Countless years ago, at the beginning of the Orthodoxy's division from north to south, the first Holy Maiden of the south viewed the monoliths in the Mausoleum of Books and comprehended the Dao. From autumn to summer, she finally created two great Daoist techniques under the pavilion in front of the Divine Path. One was said to be the most profound and difficult to understand 'Departing Spring', while the other was the legendary Sword of Great Light.
The Sword of Great Light possessed a divine aura that transcended the secular world and an unimaginably terrifying might. Together with the Orthodoxy's Scroll of the Harmonious Sun, the White Emperor's Burning Sea Style's seventh move, the Halving Blade's' Heaven Splitter ', and the Chen Imperial clan's spear style's' Autumn Slaying ', they were known as the continent's Five Great Techniques.
The Harmonious Sun Scroll comprehended the Heavenly Dao and forgot the sea of stars. The Burning Sea Style was tyrannical beyond compare. The Halving Blade slaughtered all living things. The Frost Spear watched all living things wither in the world. Each had its own Dao, winning in temperament and spirit. But the Sword of Great Light was different. It was more like a sacrifice to the starry sky, a transcendence of the path of the sword.
The Sword of Great Light was an unimaginable sword style. It had no specific moves, but was more like the essence of ten thousand swords. The incomparably complex trajectories of starlight were finally displayed in the simplest form.
This sword style was both the simplest and the most complex. Each ray of light was a sword, and as the rays traveled between the heavens and earth, they could imitate all living things. As long as one was within the heavens and earth, how could one avoid them?
Besides the legendary 'Departing Spring' and 'Scroll of Time', no other profound and incomprehensible techniques could be found in the Orthodoxy. Learning them was naturally especially difficult. Practitioners of the sword had to have a clear understanding of the myriad sword styles of the world, and then borrow the temple Qi of Great Light to perfectly combine their understanding of the path of the sword with the orthodox Daoist techniques of the Orthodoxy.
To learn the Sword of Great Light, one had to borrow the temple Qi of Great Light to comprehend it. Many years ago, Zhou Dufu had charged into Holy Maiden Peak and took away the temple sword, causing the Sword to be lost.
"Hasn't the Sword of Great Light been lost for centuries?"
The people on the ship looked at the fairyland-like Bridge of Helplessness, looked at the faintly discernible figure of Xu Yourong in the snow, and could not help but let out low cries of shock.
Linghai Zhiwang said, "The temple sword has reappeared in the world."
Only now did the crowd realize that the sword in Xu Yourong's hand was the temple sword of South Stream Temple. Soon after, they recalled the rumor that Chen Changsheng had discovered the Sword Pool in the Garden of Zhou and knew that this temple sword had to have been returned to South Stream Temple by the Li Palace. They couldn't help but feel that this matter was rather chaotic.
Mo Yu looked at the Bridge of Helplessness, her willowy eyebrows slightly raised.
In order to comprehend the temple sword's divine Qi, there was no other method besides time. Back when the temple sword was still at Holy Maiden Peak, not every Holy Maiden was able to grasp the Sword of Great Light. Those Holy Maidens who did grasp the Sword of Great Light often had to wait for their cultivation to reach the pinnacle, and only after several decades could they completely comprehend it. She was keenly aware that Xu Yourong had only turned sixteen last month, and it had only been seven days since she had obtained the temple sword from the Li Palace, so how had she managed to do this?
Just as the people on the ship were shocked speechless, the scene on the bridge changed once more. Countless bright but not dazzling golden rays of light pierced through the snow, illuminating the Luo River and the cold-resistant willow branches on both sides of the bridge. The fairyland instantly became a Divine Kingdom, and the stone bridge seemed to be the path leading to the Divine Kingdom.
Now, there was no longer any doubt. Xu Yourong truly was using the Sword of Great Light!
The rays of light pierced through the snow. Light and shadow flickered in and out of the snow, creating countless faintly discernible marks. These marks were all sword intents, condensed and unmoving, hidden and unreleased.
If the rays of light in the snow came into contact with something, then the countless sword essences would follow the snow and appear in the rain. Although up until now, people had not seen these sword essences turn into real sword moves, they could already faintly feel that there were countless sword moves hidden within.
This was the most terrifying aspect of the Sword of Great Light. If Chen Changsheng raised his sword to meet it, those sword intents would transform. Who could destroy the light of the world?
If it were an expert like Mao Qiuyu or Linghai Zhiwang, who was only a step away from the Divine Domain, they could naturally rely on their vigorous true essence and profound cultivation to forcefully crush and destroy Xu Yourong's Sword of Great Light. They only needed to pay a relatively small price. However, Chen Changsheng's cultivation was similar to Xu Yourong's, and his quantity of true essence and the strength of his spiritual sense were far inferior. How could he destroy this sword?
Of course, since the Sword of Great Light was not a sword of the secular world, one had to pay an enormous price to use it. Even with Xu Yourong's Heavenly Phoenix bloodline, she could only use it once at most.
If Chen Changsheng could not destroy this Sword of Great Light, he would assuredly lose. If he could destroy this Sword of Great Light, Xu Yourong would assuredly lose. This was precisely why that painter from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets had said those words in shock.
Today's battle on the Bridge of Helplessness was the focus of everyone's attention. For the sake of this battle, the common people of the capital had already waited for several months, perhaps even almost two years.
Was this battle really going to end so quickly?
Many people were shocked. Whether it was Mao Qiuyu, Linghai Zhiwang, or Daoist Siyuan, none of them would allow themselves to be pushed into such a desperate situation so early.
Yes, this was a desperate situation.
This was the case for both Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
Victory or defeat was decided by a single sword — Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were both people who had great confidence in themselves, and confident people would not allow themselves to be forced into this sort of situation.
Yet this was what they had done, leaving no path of retreat for themselves.
Chen Changsheng used Wang Po's path of the blade to carve out a path on the snowy bridge. Xu Yourong had her own path, but she had calmly accepted this path, because they were both in the prime of their youth.
Youth did not need to be preserved.
There was no need to hide one's weakness, much less hide one's edge.
Youth, is to force people.
Thus, this battle, which had barely begun, had already reached its end.
Senior experts like Linghai Zhiwang were no longer youthful, and had even forgotten their own youth, so they could not understand. Tang Thirty-Six could understand, Su Moyu understood, Prince Chen Liu vaguely understood, and Zhexiu understood best, because they were all young.
"Whether it's Chen Changsheng or Xu Yourong, neither of them likes to put on a show for others to see." Tang Thirty-Six turned his head to glance at the dense crowd on the two shores of the Luo River and said, "It will end very quickly."
At this moment, a cry of alarm suddenly came from below the great ship.
The snowy mist on the Bridge of Helplessness madly danced and the rain and mist suddenly dispersed.
Countless rays of light concealed countless sword intents attacked Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng raised his sword and stabbed at a certain place in the snow and rain.
There was nothing new about this attack, much less any deeper meaning.
Yet the rain and snow on the bridge suddenly stopped.
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