407: Chapter 407 The Intelligent Girl

[Your Spotless Sword Body has reached Major Achievement, your Dao Pattern power is thick, your Sword Law is at Perfection, your essence, Qi, and spirit are at Perfection, and three swords strike out together—]

[This is comparable to the half-step Void Refining Realm.]

[If he weren't at the Void Refining Realm, any other Spirit Transformation Cultivator would likely have been reduced to nothing by now.]

[What made Liu Suifeng's heart tremble even more was that he clearly saw the three immortal slaying swords behind you, overflowing with Dao Rhyme.]

[The aura flowing on the sword bodies, that eerie power, it was the legendary—]

[Power of the Great Dao!]

["Immortal... Slaying... Sword!" he murmured, his voice growing fainter, his eyes filled with horror.]

[A sudden realization.]

[Understanding.]

[And... a fated desolation.]

[As a high-level member of the Liu Clan, he naturally knew the secrets of the immortal slaying sword—below the stage of Undergoing Tribulation, only the immortal slaying sword could harness Power of the Great Dao.]

[One must know that the ability to guide Power of the Great Dao is something only achieved after Undergoing Tribulation.]

[Soul Transformation is when one begins to comprehend Laws; a Breakthrough to Void Refining requires at least one Law at Perfection, while the Peak of Mahayana requires the Perfection of three thousand Laws.]

[Once the three thousand Laws reach Perfection and one survives Undergoing Tribulation, the three thousand Laws merge into one, allowing for the comprehension of Power of the Great Dao.]

[Therefore, Power of the Great Dao is the Peak power of this world.]

[If it weren't for the fact that your Realm is still insufficient, perhaps a casual sword strike would have been enough to wipe him out directly.]

[He slowly raised his head to look at you, a bitter smile appearing on his face, which was pale from his severe injuries:]

["So... it... was... you."]

["So, the scene the Clan Chief glimpsed in the Lake of Reincarnation all those years ago—"]

["The one who would destroy our Liu Clan Immortal Family in the future..."]

["The great scourge, is you."]

[On the spirit boat, Liu Jinfeng froze completely.]

[She watched the blood continuously gushing from her father's mouth—blood mixed with tiny fragments of internal organs, seeping from the corners of his mouth, impossible to stop.]

[She looked at the three immortal slaying swords suspended behind you; the sword bodies rotated, Dao Rhyme surged like a tide, and every flash of light felt like a knife carving into her heart.]

[She also looked at you.]

[Looking at the figure she once looked down upon in Nanjiang City, now—]

[You stood proudly in the center of the sky like a god.]

[She panicked; her lips moved for a long time, but she couldn't squeeze out a single word.]

[Just then—]

["Pfft!"]

[Liu Suifeng could no longer suppress the rampaging Sword Intent inside him.]

[That power was like a living thing, crashing through his Meridians and turning his internal organs into mush.]

[He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragments, and his whole body fell straight down like a kite with a broken string.]

["Father—!"]

[Liu Jinfeng let out a mournful cry, her figure flashing as she caught the rapidly falling body in mid-air.]

[She carried her father back to the deck of the spirit boat and knelt down.]

[She reached out with trembling hands, wanting to wipe away the blood foam that kept gushing from his mouth, but she couldn't wipe it clean.]

[Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.]

["Father..."]

[Her voice was choked and trembling, filled with an unprecedented panic.]

[She suddenly looked up, staring fixedly at you through her blurred, tearful eyes.]

[That gaze was no longer one of superiority and contempt.]

[It was hatred.]

[Pure, powerless hatred, the kind that one uses just to hold themselves together.]

[And on those dozens of spirit boats, the expressions of the Liu Clan members had also completely changed.]

["How... how is this possible..."]

[A young Disciple slumped on the deck, his face ashen: "He's only at Soul Transformation... how could a Soul Transformation win..."]

[Someone gripped the ship's railing tightly, eyes full of terror. Someone held a young child, burying the child's head in their chest while they themselves couldn't stop trembling.]

[There were also a few people whose eyes flashed with an imperceptible, extremely complex light—it was fear, but also awe, and a sense of defeat they were unwilling to admit.]

[Behind you, the little girl holding the broken sword still stood there stubbornly.]

[Her small body trembled slightly in the wind, but she didn't take a single step back.]

[Clutching the half of the broken sword, she looked up and stared fixedly at you.]

[Her youthful voice carried a seriousness that didn't match her age:]

["I know what he meant by that sentence just now..."]

[She paused, saying each word deliberately:]

["A Void Refining Clone will divide one's strength."]

["Ten Clones look powerful, but not a single one can withstand his sword strike."]

["This is a flaw... this is a trap."]

[She raised her head, her clear eyes meeting your gaze without fear:]

["He deliberately forced Clan Uncle to condense Clones to turn the tide and win!"]

["In fact, if the main body had gone all out and stopped worrying about us—Clan Uncle wouldn't necessarily have lost!"]

[The seniority within the Liu Clan was too messy, so the younger generation usually called their elders 'Clan Uncle' to appear closer.]

[You turned your head, your gaze falling on this small, stubborn figure.]

[The hand holding the broken sword was still shaking, but her chin was held high, like a young eagle pushed to a dead end but refusing to bow its head.]

[You looked at her.]

[Looking at the blood seeping from her palm, the scent of that Bloodline suddenly caused an indescribable stir in your heart.]

[It was as if something long forgotten had nudged slightly in the deepest part of your memories.]

["What is your name?"]

[You spoke, your voice unconsciously softening.]

[The little girl glared at you fiercely, her grip on the broken sword tightening as a drop of fresh blood dripped onto the ground:]

["What my name is is none of your damn business."]

[She paused, her eyes slightly red, but she forced herself not to let the tears fall:]

["Even if you kill us... my father will definitely avenge me in the future!"]

[She didn't know who her father was.]

[She had never known.]

[She had never seen her father either.]

[She only knew that her mother said—her father was the strongest person in the Immortal Domain, and he had gone to a very, very far place to do something very, very important.]

[When that matter was finished, her father would return.]

[And you, at this moment, still didn't know—]

[This little girl, about four years old, who dared to strike at you with a sword, dared to look up and glare at you, and dared to have red eyes in front of you without shedding a tear—]

[Her name is Liu Siqin.]

[She is the daughter of you and Liu Ruyan.]

[Liu Ruyan had kept this matter extremely hidden.]

[Using a Secret Method to conceal the Bloodline, she had firmly sealed the part of your aura within Liu Siqin in the deepest part of her life's Origin.]

[Let alone an ordinary Cultivator, even if a Mahayana were present, without deliberately investigating with a Secret Method, it would be impossible to see through it.]

[In the entire Liu Clan, no one knew who her father was, nor did they know who her mother was. They only thought she was an orphan adopted by Liu Ruyan.]

[But at this moment, she stood there, clutching the broken sword, meeting your gaze, too stubborn to deign to shed tears.]

[You looked at her.]

[Your heart suddenly, slightly, and imperceptibly—]

[Ached.]