132: Chapter 132 Sitting in the Great Ruins, the Sword God Hones His Heart with the Sword Intent of the Sovereign

"Hoo!"

The Old Village Chief sat on the stone roller, his withered body leaning slightly forward.

The two fingers he had pressed together had already begun to tremble violently, and fine threads of blood were even bursting from his fingertips.

Yet in his cloudy eyes, there was not the slightest trace of defeat; instead, a fanatical fire, unprecedented and nearly capable of igniting the Void Realm, burned within!

He could clearly feel his own Willow Leaf Sword Intent, carrying a thick sense of death and moving forward without hesitation.

As it made contact with Ye Xiu's gold and silver-colored wine-Qi sword.

It was like crashing into an insurmountable divine mountain. It was being worn down, disintegrated, and stripped away bit by bit.

It was not just a gap in power and Law, but an absolute crushing of his Sword Dao perspective!

His sword was incomplete.

Because of his physical disability, his state of mind had, unknowingly, become tainted with a layer of sorrowful resignation that "the grand trend was gone."

He sat alone in Canlao Village in The Great Ruins, day after day watching the darkness descend, watching the shadows of gods and demons shroud the world.

He thought he was enduring, sharpening his last breath of Sword Qi in this endless darkness, preparing to unleash his most brilliant strike before death.

But in reality?

He was waiting for death.

His Sword Heart had long been buried in past glories along with the legs he had lost back then.

For these past hundred years, he had merely been using a walking corpse of a broken body to forcibly nurture a rusted, broken sword.

But at this moment, Ye Xiu's sword was like an unreasonable, blazing sun.

Mercilessly piercing through the layer of self-deceiving gloom in his heart!

"Old man, your Sword Intent is old.

It is not the years that have made you old, but your heart that has accepted its fate."

Ye Xiu stood in place, holding the wine gourd in one hand, like an unshakable, peerless Sword Mountain.

Those different-colored gold and silver eyes stared coldly at the disabled old man on the stone roller, his voice like a great bell, every word striking at the heart:

"A Sword God without legs is still a Sword God.

But a Sword Cultivator who only thinks of trading his own life for one strike against another does not deserve to be called a god!

Your sword is full of tragedy, full of Death Qi!

You think that is the open-mindedness of having seen through life and death?

Bullshit!

That is because you are afraid. You are afraid that your broken body will never be able to reach the summit again, so you chose the most cowardly kind of tragedy!"

Ye Xiu's words were like millions of invisible sharp blades, stabbing fiercely into the Old Village Chief's heart.

"Hum!"

Accompanied by Ye Xiu's roar, the gold and silver-colored wine-Qi sword in mid-air suddenly erupted with blinding light.

Pure Yang True Fire became the whetstone, and Taiyi Vitality became the quenching water.

In an extremely violent yet incomparably precise manner, it frantically scoured and polished the Old Village Chief's sky-filling Willow Leaf Sword Intent!

"What are you doing?!"

The Old Village Chief let out a muffled groan, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Today is a good day for my son's birth; the Sect Leader did not want to see blood."

Ye Xiu tilted his head back, taking another gulp of strong liquor, his arrogant laughter shaking the entire Forget-Worry Valley:

"But I have a flaw: I cannot stand to see a peerless sword go to rust!

Old man, since you are using your broken body to test my sword, then the Sect Leader shall lend you a breath of Immortal Platform Sword Qi today.

To piece back together that shattered Sword Heart for you!"

The moment his words fell.

Ye Xiu no longer defended, but took the initiative to attack!

The billions of wine-Qi swords instantly merged into one, transforming into a three-zhang-long, incomparably solid Pure Yang Taiyi giant sword.

Carrying an unyielding dominance, it crashed into the Old Village Chief's Willow Leaf Sword Formation!

But this world-destroying sword strike was not for slaughter.

"Clang!!!"

A sword hum that shook the nine heavens exploded deep within the Old Village Chief's Sea of Consciousness.

That giant sword shattered all the tragedy, despair, twilight, and Death Qi within the Old Village Chief's Sword Intent!

The heavy shackles attached to the willow leaves instantly vanished under the roasting of the Pure Yang True Fire.

And the endless, world-creating vitality of the Taiyi Jianmu, following the bridge of the clashing Sword Intent, frantically fed back into the Old Village Chief's parched spiritual mansion.

Finding life in death!

The Old Village Chief only felt a loud "boom" in his mind.

That invisible barrier that had plagued him for a hundred years, forcing him to sit alone in The Great Ruins waiting for death.

Was smashed to pieces under this extremely overbearing sword strike from Ye Xiu!

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

The Old Village Chief suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

In his laughter, his originally cloudy tears rolled down, but his Aura was climbing frantically at a speed that made one's scalp tingle!

"I sat alone in The Great Ruins for a hundred years, thinking that by using this broken body to protect a pure land, I had preserved the last dignity of a Sword Cultivator.

Yet I did not know that the dignity of a Sword Cultivator was never about cowering in defense, but about an unyielding edge that would rather break than bend!"

"I lost my legs, so I thought I could never again step onto the pinnacle of the Sword Dao."

"Absurd! Truly, absolutely absurd!"

The Old Village Chief's pressed fingers suddenly retracted, clenching tightly into a fist.

The next moment.

"Zheng——!!!"

A surge of Sword Intent, ten times purer and a hundred times more solid than before, with not a shred of gloomy Death Qi left.

Only an endless, vast, and reborn peerless Sword Intent soared into the sky from within the Old Village Chief's broken body!

This Sword Intent was no longer the "moving forward without hesitation" of seeking death, but the "my fate is determined by me" of unbridled arrogance!

In mid-air.

Those green willow leaves that had originally been forced into retreat by Ye Xiu's wine-Qi sword, under the infusion of this reborn Sword Intent.

Actually regained a dazzling emerald luster. The willow leaves danced and swirled in the Void Realm like swimming dragons.

Faintly, they actually formed a stance of rivaling Ye Xiu's overbearing Pure Yang Sword Intent!

The Old Village Chief's broken body sat on the stone roller, but the feeling he gave people at this moment.

Was like an ancient Sword God, ten thousand zhang tall, looking down upon all living beings, having picked up his divine sword that could sever the stars of the heavens once more!

The broken body smiles, realizing Rebirth; the withered wood meets spring, restoring the Sword Heart!

"Good! This is the Sword God who once pressed the entire court of the Yankang Kingdom so hard with a single sword that they could not lift their heads!"

Ye Xiu watched the Old Village Chief, whose Aura had undergone a massive change, his different-colored gold and silver eyes full of satisfaction and mutual appreciation.

He laughed aloud, flicked his wrist, and the two-colored giant sword that had spanned the mid-air suddenly disintegrated.

It transformed back into a breeze carrying the rich scent of wine, blowing through the entire Canlao Village and disappearing without a trace.

All sense of oppression dissipated instantly.

The Old Village Chief did not continue to urge his Sword Intent.

With a thought, the sky-filling emerald willow leaves seemed to possess life, under the soothing of the Taiyi Vitality.

They drifted lazily back onto the branches of the old willow tree, reconnecting, swaying with the wind, full of vitality.

Everything seemed as if nothing had ever happened.

The moonlight remained bright, and the breeze remained gentle.

But both people present knew that the disabled old man of The Great Ruins was dead.

What survived was a contemporary legend who had broken out of his cocoon in a desperate situation and attained a clear Sword Heart.

"Hoo..."

The Old Village Chief slowly lowered his withered arm and let out a long breath of stale air.

The sorrow and loneliness on that old face completely vanished, replaced by an extremely transparent sense of relief and heroism.

"Kid, thank you."