Chapter 445
Li Mo recalled that in the books, the Great Sage who emerged from Wuzhishan had never donned his majestic armor again.
It felt like a state of liberation after being trapped beneath the Five Elements Mountain.
And just like the Fengchi Zijin Guan (Phoenix Wing Purple Gold Crown), it could be worn, but the spirit of intent still could not be summoned.
"Ice block has already observed the eight apertures of the spirit."
Li Mo examined the golden chainmail, feeling a bit of a toothache as he walked back to the Yin-Yang Dao Hall.
His progress in the spirit of intent was too slow, primarily because his projection of the Great Sage had barely improved his Qi Tian Dou Zhan (Qi Tian Battle Intent).
I got up and took him down in one hit.
What kind of training was that?
Thus, while his physical body had visibly advanced recently, his spirit of intent remained stagnant.
The moon hung high in the sky.
Princess Jiang arrived as expected.
"Teacher, I... I got a new sword today!"
Jiang Chulong hugged her Qingye Sword, her excitement still bubbling over.
"Oh? How did you get it?"
The teacher, a pure bystander, pulled his thoughts back and smiled as he asked.
"It was given to me by Brother Li."
Jiang Chulong adjusted her glasses.
Today, the little princess's Dragon-Slaying Sword technique was particularly sharp.
After three challenges, the Yellow Dragon finally fell beneath the Qingye Sword, joyfully sent away, helping her elevate her Dragon-Slaying Sword technique while leaving Li Mo with some Yellow Dragon essence blood.
The Yellow Dragon projection had been a generous and dignified dragon in life.
Her speed in challenging the extreme projection had indeed increased; as long as she grasped the opponent's style, victory was within reach.
Especially against dragon forms...
"This Yellow Dragon seems weaker than before; it was much easier than when I fought the Red Dragon last time."
"It seems it's not just because of your sword technique..."
Jiang Chulong ran back with the Qingye Sword, her neck glistening with beads of sweat that clung to her hair.
"That's because you've already defeated the Red Dragon and are no longer under the dragon's pressure."
The teacher crossed his arms.
"That makes sense."
The little princess nodded, standing there shyly, her small eyes filled with anticipation.
Seeing her thoughts, Li Mo, the teacher, cleared his throat softly:
"Alright, no more challenges today. Let's continue the story. Where did we leave off?"
"We were talking about the Great Sage being trapped under Wuzhishan!"
Jiang Chulong hugged her legs, excitedly sitting on a bluestone.
"Oh right, trapped under Wuzhishan, he, like that piece of spirit stone from before, endured five hundred years of wind and rain..."
In the small world, clouds and mist shifted, forming a light screen.
It displayed the scene of Sun Wukong trapped under Wuzhishan, sharing peaches with a shepherd boy, until Tang Seng removed the seal, and the Monkey King was reborn...
The little princess yawned, reluctantly taking a break.
"Chulong is about to break through too."
"Once you've slain a dragon, you'll never fear them again."
Li Mo sat alone in the Yin-Yang Dao Hall, increasingly feeling that he could no longer remain stagnant.
Thus, the Hunyuan Mirror trembled, and the Great Sage's divine intent manifested.
Looking at that imposing figure in the fierce wind, Li Mo suddenly remembered the weathered golden chainmail from earlier.
He looked up.
The cloud screen in the sky was still playing scenes from Journey to the West.
After five hundred years under Wuzhishan, when he re-emerged, the Monkey King was ragged, seemingly bare, returning to his monkey form, shouting "Master!" as he ran towards Tang Seng...
Li Mo, who had been tense, suddenly burst into laughter.
"Monkey head! I'm back!"
The aura of the Great Sage projection seemed to pause.
His face remained obscured, indistinct, but it was clear.
He was smiling.
...
The battle in the Yin-Yang Dao Hall lasted an hour. This time, Li Mo finally wasn't defeated in an instant and discovered the reason he couldn't withstand even a single blow before.
The more he feared, the more powerful the Great Sage's projection became, crushing him under its might.
In fact, the answer had been clear from the start.
Do not fear; shatter the god within your heart!
So when Li Mo realized this truth, the halo of the Great Sage dissipated.
He was the opponent he had to face.
He was also the direction he needed to move forward!
Thus, after this, the real battle began.
Emmmmm
Little Li could now take four hits, still due to having endured a long beating. Even if the strength of the Great Sage's projection matched his, the application of divine powers and the unpredictable combat experience...
Still made Li Mo feel like he was in a teaching match.
Fortunately, the spirit of intent, which had not progressed for a long time, finally began to grow again.
When he emerged from the small world, dawn was breaking.
Li Mo felt no fatigue; instead, he was brimming with energy.
Taking advantage of his invigorated spirit, he picked up the Tianren Divine Sword.
To his surprise, the divine sword seemed to get along well with the hammer treasure. Initially reluctant to follow Li Mo's commands, it now seemed more agreeable, likely due to the ice block and its new friend.
As he grasped the divine sword, a clear and pure essence surged from his heart.
Buzz!
Suddenly.
The essence soared, and the divine sword emitted a mysterious sword chant.
Before Li Mo, countless auras converged into a phantasmagoric image, a magnificent and grand Tianren City, yet imbued with an eerie sense of disharmony.
He saw the Tianren Divine Sword held in the hands of a woman.
She was the sword's former master, the first master of the weapon.
Also, the once sword armor of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
"Chulong's mother... Shi Sujun?"
The woman wore white, her face equally blurred, but he could vaguely see her eyes, shining with a cryptic sword light, as if she could see through the mysteries of the sword path.
She stood atop the highest tower of Tianren City, gazing up at the pitch-black sky.
The whispers of the wind carried her story.
Decades ago.
At that time, there was no Qianlong Conference, but the Tianhuang Domain had always existed, with countless powerful beings from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths trying to break through it.
There was no Tianren City then, only the Tianren Realm, which was fraught with danger.
Even those in the sixth realm might not return unscathed.
Countless had perished, their weapons sent to the Sword Tomb.
Shi Sujun comprehended the Dao in the Sword Tomb, reaching the seventh realm, and the divine sword in her hand sang with excitement, just like now.
She gently caressed the long sword:
"You were born from the countless remnants of weapons in the Sword Tomb."
"Their masters were bold and ambitious, some with grand aspirations, and it was precisely because of their indomitable will that you were forged through my swordsmanship."
"They will endure because of you."
"I will leave you in the Tianren Realm."
"From now on, every hero who wields you will carve their sword intent into you."
"You will grow stronger and stronger, and one day, you will pierce through the boundless night..."
**Chapter 496: The Impermanence Post**
"To those who come after, when you take up this sword, I will no longer be here..."
The scene shifted.
It seemed that being away from Tianren City affected the sword's spirit, and the subsequent images appeared fragmented and broken.
What Li Mo could vaguely discern were merely hands that had once held this sword.
The flickering fragments of images vanished.
Tearing through the scene was a chilling sword energy.
This sword came from an ethereal intent, yet as the sword light flared, it gave a sense of having been pierced through.
This feeling was familiar.
It was the sensation Li Mo had when he first encountered the Chixiao.
But the spirit of the Tianren Divine Sword was not to be compared with the Xuanbing.
Li Mo closed his eyes, releasing his spirit of intent, and seemingly in the void, he saw a figure.
The person was clad in dark attire, their face obscured by a black scarf, making it impossible to discern their gender, revealing only a pair of cold, emotionless eyes.
In their hand was a short sword, emanating a ghostly light, like a still pond.
Their voice revealed no emotional fluctuations:
"My swordsmanship relies on accumulating power; if I do not strike, I will not. Once I do, there is no distinction between high and low, only life and death."
"There is only one move in my swordsmanship, named..."
"Impermanence Post."
Li Mo had heard this name before.
He had once overheard the storyteller mention it; the second assassin of the Xiyu Tower, known for their elusive movements, their identity still unknown to this day.
The only thing known was that they wielded only one sword, dedicating their life to mastering it.
A killer of men, a force of nature, during the time of heavenly retribution.
To this day, no one has been able to withstand this unpredictable sword.
After assassinating a member of the Dayu royal family, they vanished without a trace. Some said they had died, others claimed they had gone into hiding, but that sword became a final lament.
Now, this mysterious Impermanence Post reemerged in the world, aided by the Tianren Divine Sword.
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