191: The last sword cannot be wasted

Wan Jian suddenly raised his head, his pupils constricting violently.

He understood the meaning behind Sword Lord's words.

A chill shot straight from the soles of his feet to his crown.

"You... what are you trying to do?"

"Child, don't do anything foolish!"

"Although Three Seas City is chaotic right now, that Gray-Robed Elder..."

Sword Lord waved his hand, interrupting Wan Jian.

"Wither and Flourish Sword Intent emphasizes the word 'absolute'."

"If I do not die, the Sword Intent will not dissipate."

"If I die of old age in bed, this Sword Intent will be wasted."

"It must drink blood."

"It must behead the person who most deserves to be beheaded."

Sword Lord turned around, his gaze cast towards the distant west.

That was the direction of Three Seas City.

It was also the source of all this disaster.

"Although Jia Wenmo is heavily injured, Hundred Poisons Sect still remains."

"Although that Gray-Robed Elder lost a finger, his Nascent Soul is still intact."

"As long as they are alive, Myriad Spirits Manor will never have peace."

"Since I am already a person destined to die."

"Then let me use this rotten life to clear the final obstacles for the Sect."

After speaking, Sword Lord did not linger.

He took a step.

One step, two steps.

Although his steps were unsteady, they were exceptionally firm.

"Don't..."

"Child, don't go!"

Wan Jian wanted to chase after him, but his heavily injured body simply wouldn't obey, and he fell heavily to the ground.

He could only lie on the ground, reaching out his hand, trying in vain to grab that corner of white clothing.

"Let him go."

A weak voice came from the side.

It was the acting Sect Master, True Lord Chi Yun, who had just woken up from his severe injuries.

He watched that retreating figure, his eyes filled with awe and sorrow.

"That is his Dao."

"If he is not allowed to unleash this sword strike, he will die with regrets."

Wan Jian pounded the ground fiercely, his fingernails digging into the soil, dripping with blood.

"His fate is poor..."

"He is a good child, it's just that his fate is poor!"

"The Heavens have no eyes! Why must you torment the qilin child of my Myriad Spirits Manor like this!"

The sound of weeping echoed in the sea breeze.

And that aged figure had already walked further and further away.

Under the moonlight.

Sword Lord's green robe was already tattered, and his full head of white hair was as glaring as frost and snow.

He did not fly on a sword.

Nor did he use any Divine Ability.

Just like an old Mortal about to go on a long journey, leaning on a withered tree branch he had picked up, he walked down the gate of Myriad Spirits Manor step by step.

His back was lonely and desolate.

Yet it carried the spirit of "I shall proceed even if thousands of men block my way."

This journey to Three Seas City is long and distant.

This journey to Three Seas City means certain death.

But he did not care.

Because he knew that when he drew that last sword strike.

The entire East Sea.

Would tremble because of it.

He only cultivated three swords in his life.

One sword to save his master.

One sword to save his Sect.

This last sword...

"Shall be used to pacify this chaotic world."

The old man's murmurs scattered in the wind.

The wind brushed past, rustling the treetops, as if playing the final farewell song for this legend who was about to fade away.

The wind of the East Sea seemed a bit more clamorous than usual.

Outside the mountain gate of Beast Taming Sect, the clouds hung very low, presenting a depressing lead-gray color.

Ye Feiyan stepped on the Void Realm, her figure like a light feather, slowly landing on the main peak of the Sect.

That little black snake was currently lazily coiled around her fair wrist, its fine scales refracting a faint, cold glint under the dim light.

It was Mysterious Ink.

They had just returned from All Spirits City and had not stayed long on the way.

"Finally back."

Ye Feiyan exhaled a turbid breath, her gaze sweeping over the familiar mountains.

Although she had not left for long, the rapid changes in the situation of the East Sea gave people the illusion of a lifetime having passed.

Just the moment her feet touched the ground.

A spiritual light pierced through the air from the direction of the main hall and hovered in front of her.

It was a Jade Slip for transmission.

The Jade Slip vibrated slightly, emitting a crimson light, appearing quite urgent.

Ye Feiyan reached out to hold the Jade Slip and probed it with her Divine Sense.

True Lord Chi Yun's slightly tired and anxious voice sounded in her mind:

"Feiyan, come to the Sect Masters Great Hall immediately."

"There is an important matter to discuss."

Ye Feiyan's brows raised slightly.

She turned her head and glanced at Mysterious Ink on her wrist.

Mysterious Ink flicked its tongue, a trace of indifferent apathy flashing in its golden vertical pupils, then buried its head into its body, obviously too lazy to move.

"It seems that the sky of this East Sea is truly about to change."

Ye Feiyan whispered, and did not delay any further.

Her figure flickered, turning into an afterimage, and she swept straight towards the direction of the Sect Masters Great Hall.

...

Inside the Sect Masters Great Hall.

The atmosphere was so heavy it felt like it could drip water.

The flames of several eternal lamps flickered unsteadily, pulling the shadows inside the hall to be sometimes long and sometimes short.

True Lord Chi Yun stood with his hands behind his back in front of the sand table in the center of the hall.

His back looked a bit more hunched than usual, and there were even a few strands of silver hair at his temples.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, True Lord Chi Yun slowly turned around.

"Feiyan, you are here."

His voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of unconcealable weariness.

"Junior Martial Uncle, what happened?"

Ye Feiyan stepped forward and bowed, but her gaze keenly captured the deep worry in True Lord Chi Yun's eyes.

True Lord Chi Yun did not answer directly.

He pointed to the position representing "Myriad Spirits Manor" on the sand table.

The command flag there had already fallen.

Ye Feiyan's heart skipped a beat.

"Wan Jian just sent me a transmission."

True Lord Chi Yun took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress the stormy waves in his heart.

"The situation in Three Seas City has completely collapsed."

Then, True Lord Chi Yun recounted everything that happened at Myriad Spirits Manor in a tone that was almost tragic.

From Earth Guard leading the Yin Spirit Clan army in a surprise attack, to the Black Dragon Remnant Soul running rampant.

To the green-robed youth named "Sword Lord" emerging from nowhere.

One sword strike shattered the Black Dragon's claw.

One sword strike wiped out thousands of Yin Spirits.

Finally, dragging that decaying body, alone with one sword, walking towards Three Seas City.

After hearing this, Ye Feiyan was stunned.

No matter how resilient her Heart-Nature was, she couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation on her scalp at this moment.

"You mean... that Sword Lord, using only one sword strike, killed the Black Dragon Remnant Soul of the Spirit Transformation Realm?"

Ye Feiyan's eyes were filled with disbelief.

She was also a Cultivator, and a Cultivator who had just attained the Mid Nascent Soul Stage.

She understood the chasm between Nascent Soul and Spirit Transformation too well.

That was a gap that could not be bridged by mere quantity.

Yet that youth had actually done it.

"Not only that."

True Lord Chi Yun sighed, his eyes incomparably complex:

"That was him overdrawing his life."

"That child cultivates the Wither and Flourish Sword Intent, and only unleashes three sword strikes in his entire life."

"Now, he has taken his last sword strike to Three Seas City."

"This journey is his swan song."

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

Ye Feiyan fell silent.