Chapter 479
Lightning flickered in the void, vanishing into the formless, a sign that the thunder was loud but the calamity was small...
"Was that voice from Qian Gong?" Xie Yiding furrowed his brow.
Du Wufeng, known for his straightforward nature, exclaimed angrily, "Why didn’t he speak up earlier or later? Why intervene in the disputes of the younger generation at this moment? How shameless can he be!"
The crowd below fell silent.
It was clear to everyone that while Qian Gong claimed not to allow calamities in the imperial capital, he was clearly favoring one side.
Yet the common folk and those from the martial world remained tight-lipped, their expressions complex. No one dared to speak out against a member of the royal family at the seventh realm in the imperial capital.
Unless...
"We're not playing anymore; this old trickster is cheating!" Shang Qinqing threw the sunflower seeds to the ground.
"You shameless scoundrel, hetui!" Murong Xiao spat towards the sky and quickly hid behind the monk Huikong.
"Brother Li, just let it go. He’s already like this; let him win!" Xiao Qin shouted towards the stage.
"Senior Sister Bing, say something!"
"Yeah, we’re done playing with them."
The group turned to Ying Bing, only to find her silent, her delicate brows furrowed, and the essence of the Taiyin (the Moon) manifesting behind her.
On the stage.
With the fierce heavenly calamity gone, the overwhelming might of the Eight Directions and Six Harmonies Seal re-emerged.
"Wuchang Tie... Duan Ping... Zhan Long Sword Technique..."
Each technique flashed in their minds, shining brilliantly.
Yet even if these sword techniques were at the transformation level, none could resolve the current situation unless a treasure hammer was produced immediately.
"Li Mo, focus."
At that moment, a familiar and pleasant voice suddenly rang in Li Mo's ears.
Without hesitation, he complied, even though he had done so many times before.
But this time, it was different.
The sword rhythms came alive, clearer than ever before.
Countless figures flashed before his eyes, all those who had once left their sword essence within the divine sword.
What he saw now was what Ying Bing had seen when she wielded the sword.
**Chapter 536: Li Mo is Truly a Swordsmanship Genius!**
At this moment, Li Mo realized he had never truly understood the Tianren Divine Sword.
A faintly cool sensation on the back of his hand suggested that a barrier between him and the Tianren Divine Sword had been torn away.
As the thought crossed his mind, his consciousness suddenly became clear.
Before him was no longer the all-encompassing Eight Directions and Six Harmonies Seal, nor the autocratic Jiang Yu.
Instead, he found himself in a grand banquet, filled with heroes, yet the atmosphere was fraught with intrigue.
"I’ve become... a sword?"
Li Mo felt his thoughts grow sluggish and oppressive, yet within him lingered a faint desire.
He hung at the waist of a man drenched in blood, his tattered clothes revealing a robust body marred by countless cuts and wounds.
The man was exhausted.
With the borders in crisis, he was not a soldier, yet he had fought through thousands of troops, breaking through the encirclement, and traveled a thousand miles to seek help from a dear friend, to relieve the siege.
The friend, once a companion in their youthful adventures, was now a great general.
But when the friend offered him fine wine and urged him to stay safe, even refusing to part with supplies, he was taken aback and furious.
It turned out that the other had long ceased to be the righteous wanderer who despised evil.
He laughed heartily, drew his sword, and before the guards could react, severed his own finger, bursting through the door to return to the battlefield.
Tigers and wolves surged forward, and the gaps in his sword grew ever wider.
In the end, 'Li Mo' pierced the man’s chest, helping him stand amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Time passed, and the sword was picked up by a delicate hand, taken to the Tianshan Sword Manor, and cast into the furnace.
Li Mo had been a sword many times.
He once thought that the sword essence within the Tianren Divine Sword was left by the heroes who had wielded it, and what he saw within the sword essence was their lives.
Now he realized it was not so; it was the sword's essence.
Because the Ice Chunk had helped him merge with the sword, he was now experiencing the past and present of the Tianren Divine Sword.
He had followed many people.
There were assassins entrusted with missions, hidden within maps and sent into palaces, only to fail; there were spirited sons of noble families, boldly declaring, "My sword is not without merit," pointing their swords at the pinnacle of power...
He had been the sword that severed lives, and had also been left to gather dust in a sword box, even abandoned in a deep valley.
But in the end, he was always picked up again and returned to the furnace.
He remembered the first time he saw Master Du, who was then just an apprentice named Er Niu. Through countless forges, Master Du became Master Du... and eventually an old man...
Li Mo looked up at the hammer falling again and again, forging his sword's edge.
Even after being tempered through divine refinement, he still felt the pain of countless strikes and the transcendence that followed, for this was not merely physical training; the divine sword was not his true body.
He was merely using this process to resonate more deeply with it.
In the end, all impurities within the sword were gone.
The divine sword was finally complete, shining brilliantly.
Li Mo's consciousness was the same.
In reality, his Qi Tian Dou Zhan (Heavenly Battle Intent) had finally reached a new level.
As his awareness returned to clarity, Li Mo looked down at the Tianren Divine Sword, which reflected a bright moon behind him.
Indeed, in moments of weakness, it was the Taiyin behind him that helped dispel his distractions, ultimately guiding his consciousness back, preventing him from losing his way.
Li Mo released his grip, yet the Tianren Divine Sword did not fall; it hovered before his eyes.
The sword pill in his dantian whistled out, merging into the Tianren Divine Sword.
The sound of the sword rang like a gentle breeze, igniting a faint yet eternal light.
"What’s going on with Li Mo? He’s not controlling the sword with Qi, is he?"
On the judging panel, the purple-clad eunuch noticed no fluctuations of true essence from Li Mo.
"The Tianren Divine Sword is completely under his control."
Xie Yiding adjusted the headscarf on his head, glancing at Ying Bing and then at Li Mo, saying nothing.
It couldn’t be that only Jiang Yu was allowed to have help from outside.
At that moment, he heard Du Wufeng muttering beside him:
"Could it be that he really is a genius in swordsmanship?"
Old Du murmured for a while, then slapped his own head, joyfully exclaiming:
"I must be getting old; this is even better..."
Shi Sujun couldn’t forge weapons, nor could he wield sword techniques, but now Li Mo had achieved a perfect balance. Throughout history, many outstanding craftsmen were also great swordsmen.
"Brother Li had previously suffered from a lack of control over weapons, but now that’s no longer the case."
"They say Li Shaoxia is the Little Overlord of the Divine Hammer, but in my heart, he will always be the Sword Immortal."
Not far away, in the area where Hengyun Sword City and a group of Yunzhou swordsmen were located, everyone else was applauding, but the Three Heroes of Hengyun felt that human joys and sorrows were not interconnected; they only found it noisy.
"Is this why you never called him the Little Overlord of the Divine Hammer?"
Cao Mu looked at Bai Jinghong, suddenly feeling that Little Bai was filled with wisdom.
Could it be that Little Bai had seen through it all long ago?
"Uh... yes, that’s right."
Bai Jinghong didn’t mention that it was because he was timid, letting it be a beautiful misunderstanding.
"I heard this sword has never truly been controlled by anyone. How can Ying Shimei and Li Shidi both do it?"
Xiao Qin asked the teacher, but the teacher had no answer.
So he asked again:
"Ying Shimei, you know Brother Li better; do you have any insights?"
"Because of affection, perhaps."
The instigator, Ice Chunk, silently withdrew the Taiyin essence, rubbing the head of the big-headed doll.
"Like?"
Zhong Zhenyue's expression turned serious: "Then starting today, I want to make money!"
"Huh? Why did the Tianren Divine Sword fly up into the sky?"
Huang Donglai, with sharp eyes, spotted a streak of light soaring into the heavens.
Hadn’t Li Mo just completely mastered the divine sword? Why did it fly away?
"What is he up to now?"
Amidst the gasps, Jiang Yu frowned, his dual pupils narrowing slightly, suddenly filled with astonishment, while a sense of alarm surged within him.
A weighty burden of the Great Yu's national fortune once again merged into the Eight Directions and Six Harmonies Seal.
"What if I control the Tianren Divine Sword? It’s only the second-ranked divine weapon on the list; as long as it’s a sword, it cannot escape the shackles of its sword bones!"
"Who said I have to use sword techniques?"
Li Mo laughed heartily, his charm radiating like the sun.
"Damn, my sword!"
"This is the best sword in our village!"
"My sword costs five taels of silver each!"
"Huh? Why are all your swords flying up? Mine isn’t moving..."
As the Tianren Divine Sword ascended into the azure sky, many swords in the arena began to hum softly, some trembling and slipping from their owners' grips, soaring into the air.
Then they suddenly realized this was due to Li Mo's advancement in swordsmanship, unleashing a powerful technique that caused this phenomenon!
"Ten Thousand Swords in the Sky?!"
"What an extraordinary and transcendent sword technique."
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