189: The cost of drawing the sword

Boom!

This sentence, like a clap of thunder, struck everyone's heart hard.

Three times in a lifetime!

This is the price of this invincible sword technique!

"The first sword, named 'Awakening of Insects', was when I was six years old. My Revered Master was being hunted by enemies, and I used this sword to kill three Golden Core cultivators and save my Revered Master."

"The price was that, that night, half of my dark hair turned white."

The youth slowly retracted one finger.

His tone was as calm as if he were telling someone else's story.

"The second sword, named 'Spring and Autumn', is the one used today."

The youth looked at the Dragon, a miserable smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"To ensure the Sect does not perish, to protect the thousands of Disciples of Myriad Spirits Manor."

"With this sword, I slew you, and I also severed the remaining glory of my life."

The youth retracted another finger.

At this moment.

On his hand, only one finger remained raised.

That solitary finger seemed to represent the final countdown of his life.

"There is still... one last sword."

"The day this sword is drawn from its sheath will be the moment my body dies and my Dao dissipates."

Silence.

Deathly silence.

In the ruins of Myriad Spirits Manor, countless surviving Disciples were already bathed in tears.

They had always thought that this Junior Martial Uncle, hidden away in the back mountain by the Manor Head, could not Cultivate because he was weak and sickly.

But no one knew.

It was not that he could not Cultivate.

He had forged his entire life into a sword to protect the Sect!

"So that's how it is..."

"So that's how it is..."

The Dragon suddenly let out a long sigh.

In this sigh, there was no more resentment or unwillingness.

It even carried a trace of admiration.

It had lost.

It lost to such a madman, lost to such a resolute Dao.

It did not lose unjustly.

"Nurturing a sword for a lifetime, only for three autumns..."

"What a Sovereign Sword Body, what a Myriad Spirits Manor..."

The Dragon's voice grew lighter and lighter, eventually turning into nothingness.

Its massive Dragon soul body completely collapsed at this moment.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Nor was there a scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere.

It was like a sand sculpture blown away by the wind.

Countless tiny gray light spots peeled off from its body and dissipated into the sea breeze.

A generation of ancient fierce souls.

Thus fell.

Not even a trace of Reincarnation was left behind.

"No... I am not reconciled!"

On the other side.

Earth Guard let out a final, shrill scream.

He was not as composed as the Dragon.

He was filled with extreme fear of death.

But the Wither and Flourish Sword Intent would not be merciful because of his fear.

A sea breeze blew by.

Earth Guard's body, as withered as dead wood, instantly turned into flying ash across the sky.

Along with the bone banner in his hand, and the sinister Legacy of the Hundred Poisons Sect.

All dissipated between heaven and earth.

Even the clothing under the black robe decayed into ash with the passage of time.

It was as if these two people had never existed in this world.

Only the two inconspicuous piles of ash on the ground proved what a heart-stirring scene had just occurred here.

"Cough, cough..."

The youth covered his mouth and coughed twice.

A trace of bright red blood flowed down between his fingers.

That was the backlash from him forcibly overdrawing his life force.

But he did not fall.

He tied up his white hair again and secured it with that somewhat old wooden hairpin.

Then he turned around and bowed deeply to Taoist Wan Jian in the ruins in the distance.

"Manor Head."

"I have not failed the mission."

This bow was performed meticulously.

Just like when he first entered the Sect, the ignorant child bowing to his Revered Master.

Taoist Wan Jian struggled to climb up from the ground.

Tears streamed down his old face.

He trembled, wanting to help the youth up, but realized he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.

"You have suffered..."

"Child... you have suffered..."

Taoist Wan Jian's voice was choked and hard to speak.

He knew this secret.

This was also why, for so many years, no matter how the outside world mocked Myriad Spirits Manor for having no successors, he had never let the youth make a move.

Every time he made a move, it was pushing this child one step closer to the gates of hell!

"Manor Head, you speak too seriously."

The youth straightened his body, and his face was once again adorned with that gentle, jade-like smile.

Although his face was pale, although his hair was fully white.

But at this moment.

His posture was more upright than any Sword Immortal in this world.

"There are still some scum that need to be cleaned up."

Taoist Wan Jian took a deep breath.

He forcibly suppressed the injuries in his body, and his gaze instantly became extremely sharp.

The youth had already paid such a painful price; how could he let this final result go to waste?

"The petty Yin Spirit Clan, and the traitors of Three Seas City!"

Taoist Wan Jian gave an angry shout, and the broken sword in his hand buzzed and trembled.

Although he was at the end of his strength, he was, after all, a Nascent Soul True Lord!

At this moment, the Dragon was dead, and Earth Guard had perished.

The remaining small fry had long been scared out of their wits by the terrifying scene just now.

"Run! Run quickly!"

"These are devils! They are devils!"

Those Yin Spirit Clan experts who had originally followed Earth Guard to attack the Manor, where did they have any Battle Intent left now?

They scrambled to ride their escape lights to flee.

However.

"Want to leave?"

"What do you think my Myriad Spirits Manor is!"

Murderous intent flashed in Taoist Wan Jian's eyes.

"Sword, come!"

A soft shout.

Those thousands of spirit swords that had previously worshiped the youth, although their Sword Intent had slightly diminished, were still sharp.

Under Taoist Wan Jian's control, they turned into a steel torrent and swept towards the fleeing enemy army!

"Ah—!"

"Spare my life!"

Screams rose one after another.

The enemies who had lost their fighting spirit were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered before the angry Sword Cultivators of Myriad Spirits Manor.

In just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

The originally noisy battlefield returned to calm once again.

All invaders were executed.

Fresh blood stained the stone steps of the Manor.

But this time.

It was the enemy's blood that flowed.

The battle was over.

Everyone had a feeling of being in a different lifetime.

Just half an hour ago, they still thought that Myriad Spirits Manor would surely perish today.

Who could have thought.

That pale, weak youth who usually only read books and swept the floor in the library.

Had actually, by his own strength, and at the cost of a head of white hair.

Reversed the situation.

The sun set in the west.

The setting sun was like blood.

Shining on the youth's full head of white hair, reflecting a heartbreaking light.

He stood quietly by the cliff, gazing at the distant sea.

No one knew what he was thinking.

Just that back profile.

Appeared exceptionally lonely.

There was only one last sword left.

His life only had one last chance to bloom.

This last sword.

Who would he save it for?

The setting sun sank completely below the sea level.

The night, like a shroud soaked in ink, slowly covered the devastated land of Myriad Spirits Manor.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the salty dampness of the sea breeze, and that lingering burnt smell.

That was the smell left behind after the Dragon and Earth Guard turned into flying ash.