Chapter 507 - Red Dust Feiyu, Yun Jiansheng (Part 3)

Chapter 507 - Red Dust Feiyu, Yun Jiansheng (Part 3)

Even though the recollection was long, it took no more than the span of a single thought. Under Yun Jiansheng’s full-powered execution, the black sword blazed with tremendous light, shedding all trace of its former shabbiness. The sword even faintly revealed a hint of transparency. Just that aura alone sent Pi Luo’s divine punishment force surging back once more.

Yun Jiansheng’s tone once again carried the arrogance of his younger days. “What do you think? Can this sword slay you?”

For the first time, fear arose in Pi Luo’s heart. He had no confidence whatsoever in withstanding this sword, yet he still refused to admit defeat.

The sword momentum had reached its peak, and the black sword had also perfectly borne his sword intent, yet Yun Jiansheng still did not release the sword. “No need to rush. Since this is the final sword, if I do not give it my all, wouldn’t I regret it?”

Pi Luo nearly lost his composure. A sword this terrifying, one that even he could barely withstand, had not yet reached its full power? Then the complete sword would—

Just as he thought of this, the sword momentum shifted once more. Although Yun Jiansheng had previously been reduced to naught but an afterimage, he had still been dazzlingly brilliant. Now, all radiance faded from him, replaced by a sense of despondency and dejection. Within his mind, scenes of the past replayed.

***

At the cost of the sect master and the previous Sword Chiefs’ lives, Yun Jiansheng could lead the remaining half of the disciples in a desperate breakout from the encirclement. Before departing, he had cast a glance into the distance.

He saw her restrained by the people of the Xuanji Ancient Saint Dao. Her face was etched with grief, unable even to speak. But then again, between the two of them, words were never necessary. A single exchange of glances sufficed to understand each other’s thoughts.

He saw her eyes and understood what she wanted to say. “I’ll wait for you! A thousand years, ten thousand years... I will remain here, waiting for your return!”

That was the last time the two saw each other.

He regretted that he could not bid her farewell in person. He regretted that he could not accompany her through the mortal world. He regretted that the gift he had secretly prepared for her had never been given. From that day on, the world lost a brilliantly talented Yun Jiansheng, and gained an old blind man clinging to life.

***

With a sigh, the sword intent Yun Jiangsheng had comprehended at the moment of his defeat poured entirely into the black sword. Since the spirit artifact was newly born, it was extremely naive and ignorant. Moreover, Yun Jiansheng was not its real master. In spite of that, it still resolved to cooperate fully, to accompany this venerable sword cultivator on his final journey.

Like ice water meeting blazing oil, the black sword trembled for a moment, then erupted with a supreme annihilating force. Silently, the surrounding space crumbled, spreading to Pi Luo in the blink of an eye.

Divine power, divine might, divine core—even that divine retribution force could not withstand this might in the slightest.

In contrast, the black sword remained unscathed. Not only had it perfectly withstood these two diametrically opposed sword intents, but it had also endured Yun Jiansheng’s strongest strike ever. The ninth Sword Chief dissolved slowly, yet he still did not release the sword. Instead, he gazed at the black sword, seeming to grasp something.

“I see.” After a moment, with only a third of his form remaining, he smiled in satisfaction. “So this is the supreme sword dao method I have been pursuing.”

At the brink of life and death, he had finally comprehended his own ultimate sword dao method. The black sword’s annihilating force, along with the two diametrically opposed sword intents, disappeared. The sword reverted to its original appearance, now possessing a newly attained sense of harmony and naturalness, as if the dao itself had manifested through nature.

Pi Luo lost his composure even more. For the first time, fear appeared on his face. “W-what sword is this?”

Yun Jiansheng smiled freely. “The Sword of Nature. Mountains rise and fall, tides rise and flow, life holds joy and sorrow. All the myriad phenomena of this world are the Great Dao. And the word dao is nothing more than nature itself.”

He glanced at Pi Luo. “You cannot intercept this sword, nor do you need to.”

He dissipated completely, and Pi Luo began to slowly crumble. At the same time, the sword formation that had sealed off the Central Continent also vanished, as it was no longer necessary. Silence reigned between heaven and earth. Even some existences deep within the forbidden zones fully retreated into hiding, not daring to provoke Yun Jiansheng at this moment.

The black sword lightly trembled, and a wave of dao essence scattered down. Wherever the dao essence reached, everything under the heavens became swords. The dao of nature was in all things. Thus, the Sword of Nature could transform everything into swords.

***

For a time, the remaining cultivators across this continent all sensed that Sword of Nature, faintly experiencing a feeling of facing the Great Dao itself. Humans, demonic beasts, cultivators, outer domain cultivators, all bowed deeply toward that sword intent without exception.

***

In the Western Desert, under the suppression of that omnipresent sword intent, Yun Tu dared not move in the slightest.

In his hand, Chongming’s eyes shimmered with endless sorrow. “Little Yun...”

In the distance, Gu Han suppressed the grief in his heart, and made a deep bow toward the Central Continent. “Farewell, Senior.”

***

In the Central Continent, it was as though the black sword was all that Pi Luo could see. It also seemed that everything before his eyes had replaced all laws of heaven and earth. Facing this Sword of Nature, he felt insignificant for the first time.

Faintly, Yun Jiansheng’s voice came through once more. “Rise... sword.”

The black sword vibrated, carrying boundless natural sword intent. It pierced through Pi Luo’s brow before vanishing completely. No one knew where it went.

***

The divine domain was vast beyond measure, primal and savage, with extremely strict hierarchies. Amid the perfect stillness, a black sword tore through the divine domain’s barrier, charging in.

A divine clansman tens of thousands of zhang tall flew into a rage. “How bold?! Who dares trespass into the divine domain?!”

The sword trembled lightly, and Yun Jiansheng’s calm voice descended. “Yun Jiansheng! Your kind owes me one hundred and thirty-six lives of my fellow disciples. Today, I have come to collect them!”

With that, boundless sword intent rained down, claiming the lives of countless divine clansmen. A majestic figure a hundred thousand zhang tall descended. He was clad in an ornate robe and wore a ceremonial crown, wielding vast divine might and boundless divine power.

The divine clansmen cheered.

“Divine Lord Samo has arrived!”

In an instant, the cheers turned to terror.

“Divine Lord Samo is dead!”

Divine lord or not, ordinary divine clansman or not, wherever the sword pointed, that place turned into a dead zone. Only when Yun Jiansheng’s sword intent was spent did he cease his slaughter.

He raised the sword tip slightly, pointing it toward the bright moon that coexisted with the divine domain. “That’s nice... I’ll take it!”

***

That day, Divine King Pi Luo fell in battle in the mortal world. His divine blood spilt across the Central Continent, lingering for ages. That was also the day that Yun Jiansheng comprehended the Sword of Nature. Using Pi Luo as his guide, he slaughtered his way into the divine domain. Countless divine clansmen fell beneath his sword. That day, the blood debt of the Profound Heaven Sword Sect was avenged!

***

On top of a mountain peak of the Shujun Ancient Realm, a stunningly beautiful figure stood there. Even though the scenery around her was breathtakingly lovely, she never spared it a single glance, only gazing into the distance. She was waiting for someone—she always had, for a thousand years. Although he had still not returned, she firmly believed that he would come back one day, as long as she kept waiting.

Just then, a wisp of gentle breeze drifted past. It stirred a strand of her longing, and also brought a ball of luminous mist before her. Within the luminous mist, there was an enchanting bright moon.

—You love the gentle breeze, so I have gathered the breeze for you. You love the bright moon, so I have plucked the moon for you. I regret that I cannot come in person, so I use the breeze as my guide, to send you this bright moon.

She swayed slightly as her gaze trembled. Within her hollow gaze, as still as dead water, a spark of life suddenly ignited as she stared fixedly at the bright moon. “Is... is it you—”

Tears streamed down her face. A wisp of gentle breeze was gifted to a fair maiden as a moon across ten thousand li carried longing. Both breeze and moon had arrived, but the mortal world was missing. Suddenly, she felt afraid that she would never have to wait for him again.