31: Chapter 31 The Emperor's Path is Severed! The Holy Sword Azure Frost

Tun Xuan's face changed, becoming extremely ugly.

He was silent for a long time before slowly spitting out four words: "The Heavenly Dao is incomplete."

Luo Qingyue frowned slightly: "The Heavenly Dao is incomplete? What does that mean?"

Tun Xuan took a deep breath and said slowly: "The Heavenly Dao of this world... is incomplete."

He looked up, his blood-red eyes looking at the sky, full of complex emotions.

"Thirty thousand years ago, Great Emperor Tun Tian discovered this problem. The Origin of the Heavenly Dao in this world is passing away. It is precisely because of this that this world has entered the Age of Dharma Decline, and the Imperial Path is severed!"

"As for why such a change occurred, no one knows."

Shen Qingyuan narrowed his eyes.

The Origin of the Heavenly Dao is passing away?

Why is this plot so familiar?

If he guessed correctly, outside this world, there still exists an Upper Realm. Perhaps that world is facing a crisis, or perhaps a force in the Upper Realm has set its sights on this world and used some means to plunder the Origin of the Heavenly Dao of this world.

Tsk tsk!

Classic! Too classic!

Fortunately, he was not panicked at all.

He glanced at the System interface.

[Host: Shen Qingyuan]

[Identity: Elder of the Shen Family in the Southern Region]

[Cultivation: Peak Quasi-Emperor (The limit of this world)]

[Stored Cultivation: 870,000 years]

[Physique: Primordial Dao Body]

[Cultivation Technique: Grandmist Origin Sutra]

[...]

Stored cultivation, 870,000 years!

What enemy from the Upper Realm?

Go tell that to my 870,000 years of cultivation!

Thoughts flashed through his mind.

"What happened to Great Emperor Tun Tian later?" he asked.

Tun Xuan shook his head, a flash of confusion in his blood-red eyes.

"I don't know."

"You don't know?" Shen Qingyuan frowned.

Tun Xuan gave a wry smile: "Thirty thousand years ago, after Great Emperor Tun Tian sealed the Blood Demon Ancestor in the Demon Swallowing Well, he disappeared not long after. The Demon Swallowing Well was also left behind in a Secret Realm. I fell into a deep sleep until I was obtained by the Young Master a few years ago and saw the light of day again."

"As for where Great Emperor Tun Tian went, whether he is alive or dead—I truly do not know."

Shen Qingyuan nodded thoughtfully.

A peerless powerhouse who touched the Realm above Great Emperor, suddenly disappeared.

The Origin of the Heavenly Dao is passing away, and the Imperial Path is severed.

Could there be some connection between these two things?

Shen Qingyuan didn't think too much about it.

The Imperial Path is broken, what does that have to do with him, whose cultivation increases by a thousand years every day!

He didn't ask any more questions, just waved his hand: "Alright, you can go back into the Demon Swallowing Well."

Tun Xuan bowed respectfully, his body turning into a ball of devilish mist, drilling into the ancient well in the courtyard.

Shen Qingyuan lay on the couch, his gaze falling on the forgotten long sword in the corner of the courtyard.

The sword was inserted diagonally into the gap between the bluestone slabs, the blade covered with dark red rust, faintly surrounded by black Devilish Qi, exuding a cold and tyrannical aura.

When Tun Xuan broke free just now, the devilish mist had carried this long sword into the sky, and Luo Qingyue had casually thrown it aside; at this moment, no one paid any attention to it.

"I actually forgot about it."

He reached out and summoned it, and the long sword rose into the air and fell into his hand.

The sword was about three feet and three inches long, the blade narrow and long with a beautiful arc. Two ancient Seal characters were engraved on the sword guard, and although they were somewhat blurred by erosion, they could still be identified—

"Qingshuang."

Shen Qingyuan read these two words, his fingers lightly brushing over the sword body.

The rusty sword body trembled slightly, emitting a low hum, as if in response.

In that humming sound, there was a bit of sorrow.

A flash of light passed through Shen Qingyuan's eyes as he quietly activated his Spirit Eye Divine Pupil.

Through the cover of rust and Devilish Qi, he saw the true face of this sword.

The sword body was cyan-green, as clear as autumn water, and frost flower patterns faintly flowed on the blade, with cold energy restrained but without losing its sharpness.

And deep within the sword body, a dim light was beating slightly; that was the sword spirit.

"It's a pity, a perfectly good Sacred Artifact, eroded by filthy energy, damaging its spirituality."

This Qingshuang Sword was a genuine Sacred Artifact.

And not an ordinary Sacred Artifact.

The original owner of this sword was at least a Peak Saint, or even a Cultivator at the Great Saint Realm.

It's just a pity that it had been soaked in the Demon Swallowing Well for too long, eroded by the filthy energy in the well, its spirituality greatly damaged, and less than one-tenth of its power remained.

The sword spirit had also fallen into a deep sleep, weak to the extreme.

If it had stayed in the Demon Swallowing Well for another few thousand years, this sword would probably have completely degenerated into a demonic weapon, and the sword spirit would have been devoured by the Devilish Qi, turning into a fierce spirit that only knows how to kill.

"Barely usable."

Shen Qingyuan shook his head and flicked his finger lightly on the sword body.

"Hum—"

The long sword trembled violently, emitting a clear sword hum!

The rust and Devilish Qi attached to the sword body, under this flick, seemed to be brushed away by an invisible hand, peeling off and dissipating one after another!

The dark red rust turned into dust, and the black Devilish Qi, like residual snow under the scorching sun, evaporated instantly!

In the blink of an eye, a rusty broken sword turned into a peerless Sacred Artifact that was cyan-green and cold and sharp!

The sword body was as clear as autumn water, the frost flower patterns on the blade were clearly visible, and the cold air permeated, as if even the air was frozen.

What was even more surprising was that the dim light deep in the sword body suddenly became a few points brighter at this moment!

"Hum—!!!"

The Qingshuang Sword suddenly erupted with a heaven-shaking sword hum!

The sword hum was crisp and loud, like a dragon chanting in the Nine Heavens, like a phoenix crying in the Nine Heavens, shaking the entire Wutong Garden slightly!

A cyan-green sword light shot into the sky, straight into the clouds!

But immediately after, it was intercepted by the Formation covering the entire Wutong Garden, and then dissipated in mid-air.

Shen Qingyuan raised an eyebrow, looking at the long sword in his hand, thoughtful, "So high-profile? Not very suitable for the Shen Family to use, maybe I should just destroy it."

The long sword trembled suddenly, revealing a hint of anthropomorphic fear.

The frost flower patterns on the sword body no longer circulated cold energy, and the whole sword looked plain and unadorned, even revealing a hint of obsequiousness.

Shen Qingyuan looked at the Sacred Artifact in his hand that was clearly cowardly, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"That's more like it."

He casually handed the Qingshuang Sword to Luo Qingyue beside him.

Luo Qingyue was slightly stunned, looking up at him: "Young Master?"

"Take it." Shen Qingyuan's tone was gentle, "Although this sword has damaged its spirituality, its foundation is good, much better than the sword you used before."

Luo Qingyue subconsciously took the Qingshuang Sword.

The sword body felt cool in her hand, and the cold and tyrannical aura she had felt before had completely disappeared, replaced by a clear and crisp Sword Intent.

The Qingshuang Sword trembled slightly in her hand, emitting a low hum, full of obsequiousness, without any arrogance as a Sacred Artifact.

"Thank you, Young Master..."

Shen Qingyuan glanced at her and said lazily: "Sit down, I will help you refine it."

Luo Qingyue did not act coy, sat cross-legged, and placed the Qingshuang Sword horizontally on her lap.

Refining a Sacred Artifact requires extremely precise control of spiritual power and guidance of the Divine Soul.

If one is not careful, it will not only hurt the sword spirit but also backfire on oneself.

With her cultivation at the ninth level of the Primal Chaos Realm, if she wanted to refine this Qingshuang Sword alone, it was not impossible, but it would take at least a few days, and the risk was not small.

Shen Qingyuan sat up from the couch, walked behind her, raised his right hand, and pressed it lightly on her head.

A warm spiritual power poured out from his palm, poured into her body along Luo Qingyue's crown.

The spiritual power was as vast as the sea, but as gentle as water, flowing slowly through the Meridians in her body. Wherever it passed, the speed of her spiritual power operation suddenly accelerated, and even the spiritual power in her body was cheering.

"Focus."

Shen Qingyuan's voice rang in her ears.

Luo Qingyue took a deep breath, collected her mind, and focused her attention on the Qingshuang Sword on her lap.

Shen Qingyuan's spiritual power poured into the palm along her Meridians, and then poured into the Qingshuang Sword from the palm.

"Hum—"

The Qingshuang Sword trembled violently, emitting a clear sword hum.

Meanwhile.

On the west side of the Shen Mansion, a quiet small courtyard.

There are a few green bamboos planted in the courtyard, and the wind blowing through the bamboo leaves rustles, which can be considered quiet and elegant.

But at this moment, the atmosphere in the courtyard is terrifyingly heavy.

Third Elder Shen Yuanshan and Sixth Elder Shen Yuanhe stood in the courtyard, frowning tightly, their eyes falling on a young man in front of them.

The young man was about fourteen or fifteen years old, thin, with delicate features, wearing a washed-out blue robe.

He stood in front of the two, head down, hands clenched tightly, knuckles turning white.

"It makes no sense." Shen Yuanshan walked around the young man, his brows twisted into a 'chuan' shape, "This kid clearly had the cultivation of the third level of the Meridian Opening Realm before. How could his cultivation have dropped to the second level of the Qi Condensation Realm in less than half a year? He dropped a whole large Realm!"

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