Chapter 560
Starting today, it seems something is about to happen.
But I wonder how the power will compare after the reforging.
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At the peak of Tiancheng.
Li Mo steadied his boiling blood and took a few pills, the energy expended in reforging the divine sword leaving him looking far from his former vibrant self.
At this moment, he felt incredibly weak.
Yet he still raised his head to stare at the blood shadow in the sky, refusing to back down.
“Not leaving? Want to test the edge of the divine weapon?”
“.....”
The blood shadow remained silent, a massive hand suddenly descending, grasping with an unavoidable force.
The true form of the Blood God had arrived, though no one knew when.
Its target was the scythe that had just been reforged.
From it, the Blood God sensed a profound threat!
“!”
At that moment, the people of the Tian Clan and Mo City seemed to experience a strange mental freeze.
This grasp didn’t even stir the energies of heaven and earth, yet it transcended the boundaries of the mortal and the divine.
They wanted to help Li Mo, but it seemed impossible.
“Come at me!”
Li Mo gripped the freshly forged scythe, sensing a surge of immense energy and intent from it.
It was like a tidal wave, vast and boundless.
He had no strength left.
But that didn’t matter anymore.
In an invisible way, it felt as if countless hands were covering his own as he held the scythe.
...
At Tianshan, the Sword Tomb.
Thousands of broken swords suddenly trembled, the remnants of the weapons seeming as if they had never shattered.
The wooden sword resting on the blue stone glowed with a green light, as if it were about to fly uncontrollably.
“No need to go in person; just having this intention is enough to help him.”
The old man with white hair gently brushed the sword’s body.
...
And so.
Li Mo felt a familiar energy, a smile creeping onto his face as he seemed to see the silly figure holding a wooden stick.
Not just Er Niu, but many sword bearers from Mo City, countless ordinary people from the city.
They all heard the moment he grasped the divine sword, the proclamation that there would be no more emperors in Tianren City.
He lifted the scythe and gave it a gentle swing.
In the frozen thoughts of the crowd, a faint light suddenly flickered.
At first weak, it eventually blazed red like the rising sun, about to reach its zenith and illuminate everything.
This couldn’t be called sword light, for it was purer than that.
Puff—
Even the realm of the Xuanjing couldn’t extinguish it; the Blood God’s remnant body was smoothly cleaved in two.
“Ugh...”
A fierce wind surged within Tianren City, the heavens splitting open with a blood-red scar, the sky weeping blood.
Unbeknownst to when, the Blood God had merged a part of himself into the Tianhuang Domain.
Thus, this strike also bore a portion of the burden from Tianren City.
“Li Mo, because of you, the calamity is coming early.”
A chilling voice filled with malice echoed.
“Aren’t you curious what Ying Bing is up to?”
Li Mo wore a frosty expression, as cold as ice.
...
P.S.: The plot in Tianren City will soon conclude. I’m compressing the storyline for a smooth finish. Just a single update today.
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Chapter 637: Shi Sujun Only Resembles Her by a Fraction
Indeed, Ying Bing had not been seen since the beginning.
Where had she gone?
At this moment, it seemed that the Emperor Jingtai, after some contemplation, caused the landscape within the map of the nation to shift.
Switching scenes.
As the image changed, an eerie silence fell over the capital, much like the current state of You Shuo.
Having already endured a great battle, You Shuo was now a thousand miles of ice, with ice sculptures standing tall.
In the land of Lin Yuan stood a figure, clad in dark robes, billowing amidst the black frost, the sword in her hand reflecting both beauty and coldness.
The Moon Phoenix hovered behind her, gazing into the abyss.
Suddenly, a twisted shadow appeared behind her, resembling a short sword, moving with the speed of a lightning strike, creating faint ripples in the void.
This sword, merging with the shadows, lacked the overwhelming aura or earth-shattering phenomena.
Instead, it was fast—extremely fast.
So fast that the many swordsmen of Tianshan Sword Manor were left in awe.
As the sword manifested, everyone felt a chill, as if their very souls were pinned in the abyss, consumed by boundless darkness.
What a terrifying sword.
“It’s Seven Kills.”
Someone recognized the identity of the one who had become a living dead, once a renowned member of the Tian Clan.
Legend had it that the second Seven Kills, who created the Impermanence List, was inspired by this very figure, thus entering the inner realm.
Never did they expect such a powerful member of the Tian Clan would also become a living dead.
As the crowd worried about how Ying Bing would respond, they suddenly saw a clear sword light emerge, bright as the moon.
It was neither fast nor slow.
To say this sword was slow would be misleading, as it arrived before one could react; to say it was fast would also be inaccurate, for it felt as if it had been unleashed long ago, only now revealing its edge.
Even the living dead couldn’t help but feel dazed.
He saw a stubborn young boy in the city, obsessively practicing a single move, drawing and sheathing his sword, for he couldn’t afford to learn martial arts. To avenge his family who had perished at the hands of demons, he knelt before a sword master for three days and nights.
In the end, the sword master, moved by his plight, taught him just one move.
Thus, the boy could only practice this one move, repeating it thousands of times each day.
“Demons, die!”
The boy hidden within the corpse erupted, his sword’s edge as bright as his eyes.
And now.
That sword crossed time, heading straight for his brow.
No matter how fast his sword was, it couldn’t compare to the speed of his own self from a hundred years ago.
“Did I... kill... myself?”
The living dead staggered, frozen into an ice sculpture, his liberated eyes gazing at the eternal night that enveloped You Shuo.
Perhaps he finally saw a glimmer of light in the eternal night.
“Forty-eight.”
Ying Bing shook off the silver dust from the sword’s edge, her gaze sweeping across the land alongside the Moon Phoenix, as if searching for any remaining threats.
Upon finding none, she furrowed her brows and looked towards Tianren City.
“Forty-eight? What does that mean?”
“I counted; it seems to be the number of ice sculptures.”
“Ah?”
“So while the Blood God was occupied in Tian City, Ying Bing took down You Shuo?”
Hearing this fact spoken by others, both martial practitioners and non-practitioners fell silent.
Seven Kills might be the most concealed among the living dead, but he wasn’t necessarily the strongest.
To be chosen by the Blood God and turned into a living dead had its thresholds; that ancestral god clearly didn’t want any weaklings.
But they were all bound together, ultimately turning into ice sculptures before Ying Bing exhausted her strength.
They also turned everyone inside and outside the capital into stone sculptures.
...
“What kind of sword technique is this? I’ve never seen anything like it, not even heard of it.”
Xie Xuan found himself in a knowledge blind spot, turning to Xie Yiding:
“You’re known as the Sword Diagram; you must know, right? Teach me.”
The title of Xie Yiding had its origins.
It was said that his talent in swordsmanship was second only to Master Su Jun, and though he couldn’t create a distinct style like other geniuses, his craftsmanship was unparalleled.
When taken to a certain level, craftsmanship could be terrifying.
His personal style was that he had no style, yet he could learn nearly seventy to eighty percent of any sword technique demonstrated before him with just a glance, and with some time, he could even surpass the original.
Thus, Xie Yiding was called the living Sword Pavilion.
After a moment of silence, Xie Yiding finally spoke:
“I truly can’t learn this.”
“....”
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In the Palace of All Spirits.
Crack—
A delicate blue porcelain teacup shattered into pieces, cutting the woman’s soft hand, leaving behind streaks of wounds, yet no blood dripped.
Empress Chu Ge seemed to feel no pain at all.
She stared intently at the Moon Phoenix in the map of the nation, and the figure surrounded by it, her face as exquisite as a white porcelain jade pot, revealing a hint of ferocity.
“It’s her, it must be her...”
“I shouldn’t have harbored any illusions back then...”
If before, Empress Chu Ge seemed to wear a human skin.
Now, as she looked at Ying Bing, that skin seemed on the verge of shattering.
“Your Majesty, you...”
The maid who had just entered was startled, kneeling in fear on the ground.
After a long while, a voice came from above:
“Prepare the carriage to Longguan.”
“Yes.”
Ignoring the maid who seemed to have received a pardon, she climbed into the soft sedan chair, and soon arrived at the ancestral hall of the royal city, the residence of the royal family.
An ancient small Taoist temple stood in stark contrast to the surrounding red walls and green tiles.
“What brings you here, Your Majesty?”
“Shi Sujun resembles her by a fraction, and almost caused a great mistake; now she has returned in person.”
Empress Chu Ge fixed her gaze on the pale-faced young man wearing a tall hat, the head of the clan.
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