Chapter 615: Mountain Destroyed, People Perish, Sword Unleashed

Chapter 615: Mountain Destroyed, People Perish, Sword Unleashed

2024-11-28

The snow on the peak of Yunmeng Mountain was getting lighter, and the temperature at the summit was gradually rising.

However, Wu Shi's demeanor became even colder.

It was as if the chill had shifted.

In the following days, Wu Shi stayed at the peak of Yunmeng Mountain, but the sword she was waiting for never arrived.

The Sword Disciple did not return to the peak of Yunmeng Mountain.

One day, a woman in a yellow dress looked at the world covered in snow and silver, her eyes filled with satisfaction: "Isn't snow what you like? From now on, Yunmeng Mountain will never see snow again."

She found a Daoist God and used his divine powers to ensure that Yunmeng Mountain would never see snow again.

...

"Who is the Cloud Dream Palace Mistress?"

"Why did she set up a scheme on Forget Zhou Mountain?"

In the Zhou Mountain Grand Realm, several Daoist Gods murmured to each other.

They were wary of Wu Shi, who had never shown her true strength.

"The Sword Disciple's sword is getting stronger," one Daoist God whispered.

Originally, the Sword Disciple was strong, but they did not care.

The strength of the Sword Disciple had a predictable trajectory.

Wu Shi, however, was the most mysterious.

In recent years, the Sword Disciple's strength had improved too quickly.

For them, who had achieved Daoist God status through Divine Treasures, it was extremely difficult to improve, requiring them to overcome the Three Disasters and Three Tribulations.

But the Sword Disciple had not undergone any calamities or tribulations, yet his strength continued to grow.

His sword was also sharper than before.

"The Sword Disciple... is nothing to fear."

"Oh?"

"Yu Jiao said that the Sword Disciple... has a flaw. She tried to injure him casually, and he did not resist."

"Really?" a Daoist God was pleasantly surprised.

The world was vast, and anything could happen.

Perhaps the Sword Disciple had a deep bond with his sister.

"His sister is the most important to him, like a Heavenly Law."

"Originally, we planned for Yu Jiao to seduce and capture him, but it kept failing. I didn't expect any progress like this."

For such powerful beings, ethics were long forgotten.

Desire was trivial, merely a tool to be used or discarded as needed.

"The Sword Disciple's weakness is in our hands, not worth mentioning."

"The only thing to be cautious about is Wu Shi's identity and purpose..."

"An investigation is underway, and we are confirming it."

The voices faded, and silence ensued.

...

In a chaotic space.

A sword beam, like a meteor, shattered the space.

A man in blood-red robes appeared, carrying a sword on his back.

He held a jade leaf in his hand, his expression devoid of emotion.

"Devouring Original Body...?"

"Devouring the Zhou Mountain Grand Realm?"

He stood still, for how long, no one knew.

Finally, he crushed the jade leaf and vanished in a flash.

"Brother, why did you take so long?" Yu Jiao ran over, hugging the Sword Disciple's arm, looking at his face as if trying to discern something.

But she saw nothing.

"There was a delay," the Sword Disciple answered succinctly.

At that moment, Yu Jiao seemed to think of something and whispered, "Brother, Sister Wu Shi is very lonely at the peak of Yunmeng Mountain, so I sent a few maids to take care of her, but..."

"But those maids found that Sister Wu Shi disappeared several times."

"The Daoist God who oversees Forget Zhou Mountain secretly told me that he has seen Wu Shi's traces there."

"The maids could see Master leaving; they are not simple," the Sword Disciple said calmly.

If it were in the past, Yu Jiao would have turned pale and been worried.

But over the years, she had been testing the Sword Disciple's limits.

This fake brother of hers truly had no emotions.

Even towards his Master, he was very indifferent.

Most importantly, no matter what she did, the Sword Disciple would never harm her and would try to fulfill her needs as much as possible.

"Brother, aren't you curious about what the Palace Mistress is up to?" Yu Jiao changed the subject.

Now, the Sword Disciple had also learned from the God Lord that Wu Shi was a Devouring Original Body.

A Devouring Original Body was easy to speculate about.

"Oh, not really," the Sword Disciple answered.

Yu Jiao felt like she had hit a pillow with her words.

She looked at the Sword Disciple and finally said, "Brother, I'm craving something good to eat. I want you to cook it."

"Sure."

"Add some blood; Yu Jiao likes the taste of brother's cooking."

"Sure."

...

At the peak of Yunmeng Mountain.

Yu Jiao clapped her hands, and a pile of lavish dishes was dumped on the snow.

"Really terrible, too salty!"

"The blood flavor isn't even handled properly."

She was tall and exuded a domineering and haughty air, like a proud young lady.

After pushing the food away, she looked towards the peak of Yunmeng Mountain with a provocative and boastful gaze.

However, the place remained cold and desolate, with no sign of anyone.

But soon, Yu Jiao squinted her eyes and smiled happily.

Because in front of her, a solitary figure appeared.

Wu Shi, dressed in a crimson robe, was the only color in the vast, white expanse of Yunmeng Mountain.

"Wasting food is not good," Wu Shi's voice gave no hint of her emotions.

Yu Jiao grew even more smug: "If it's not good, then throw it away. What kind of waste is that?

My brother will make me an even more lavish meal later.

"Immature." Wu Shi's voice was cold and indifferent.

"Yu Jiao is immature, but she never thought of harming others, let alone making the people of Zhou Mountain fear for their lives."

"The Palace Mistress is not immature, but everyone fears her like a venomous snake." Yu Jiao spoke with a hint of provocation, "Sometimes, it's better to be a little immature, because my brother cares for me the most."

As she spoke, she seemed like a proud princess.

Wu Shi's gaze fell upon the snowy ground, which was now covered with dirty footprints everywhere.

The exquisite feast, like jade dew, now lay scattered on the ground, with a hint of blood among the dishes.

This was the blood that Jian Tu had added to the food.

As if sensing Wu Shi's gaze, Yu Jiao continued provocatively, "He is my brother, and he's willing to do anything for me, but his blood... the bloody smell is too strong."

Wu Shi remained silent, not saying a word.

At this moment, Yu Jiao suddenly leaned in and whispered, "Your brother already knows that you are an Original Body Devourer."

"Oh."

In response to Yu Jiao, Wu Shi uttered a cold and indifferent "Oh."

As his words fell, Wu Shi's figure disappeared without a trace.

Along with his disappearance, the scattered feast on the ground also vanished.

"You consider it a treasure, but I see it as worthless."

After speaking, Yu Jiao also left the Cloud Dream Palace.

About a quarter of an hour later, a pitiful voice sounded.

"Brother, the Palace Mistress is jealous of me, and she pushed over the food you made for me."

Jian Tu remained silent for a moment.

Finally, he asked, "What is jealousy?"

After asking this question, he also seemed a bit dazed.

Because in the past, he had only cared about those three anchor points, and he seemed to not care about anything else in the world, including his master, Wu Shi.

...

The undercurrents were surging, and finally, they came to the surface.

In the past, Jian Tu would hear some gossip from the Daoist Gods every day.

Wu Shi wanted to destroy the world, and he wanted to devour Zhou Mountain and its Grand Realm.

Jian Tu didn't take these words to heart.

Or perhaps, he had always been striving to become stronger.

But now, these words finally made the Daoist Gods stop talking to him.

Because Wu Shi had already merged Forget Zhou Mountain with Cloud Dream Mountain.

A summoning order was also placed before Jian Tu.

"Disciple, I wish to become the true master of Zhou Mountain. Help me."

"Those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish."

Looking at the summoning order, Jian Tu seemed deep in thought.

However, the people of Zhou Mountain were indeed living in fear.

Most importantly, when Wu Shi was moving Forget Zhou Mountain to merge with Cloud Dream Mountain, seven Daoist Gods couldn't help but take action.

Facing the siege of the seven Daoist Gods, Wu Shi displayed terrifying combat power, easily injuring four of them and forcing the other three to retreat.

It was then that everyone realized that the Cloud Dream Palace Mistress was the strongest in the Grand Realm of Zhou Mountain.

Even the renowned Jian Tu seemed to pale in comparison to his master.

"Zhou Mountain Grand Realm needs to unite."

"Forget Zhou Mountain cannot fall, it is a critical node."

"The Cloud Dream Palace Mistress is an evil demon!"

"She is an Original Body Devourer, and she will surely devour Forget Zhou Mountain, and then the entire Grand Realm, to fulfill her ambitions!"

The Cloud Dream Palace Mistress's ambition was now clear as day.

All the powerful beings must cooperate to face this world-ending crisis.

And at this moment...

In the Nine Heavens Divine Palace, a divine decree descended.

"If Jian Tu slays Wu Shi and lifts the siege of Zhou Mountain, the Heaven Deity is willing to accept Jian Tu as a disciple."

This divine decree made all the Daoist Gods' eyes go red.

The Heaven Deity was the master behind the Nine Heavens Divine Palace, and they relied on its support.

This powerful being did not reside in the Rebirth Realm but lived in the Yang Plane.

Even the old monsters who had survived the Three Disasters and Three Tribulations had to lower their brows in the presence of the Heaven Deity.

In the year 2019, a book with no errors was published!

The gaze of such a terrifying being was now focused on the small Grand Realm of Zhou Mountain?

It was known that the Grand Realm of Zhou Mountain... didn't even have a single being who had survived all Three Disasters and Three Tribulations.

Facing the messenger of the Nine Heavens Divine Palace, Jian Tu responded.

"I will protect Zhou Mountain, but as for becoming a disciple of the Heaven Deity... no, thank you."

Hearing this, all the Daoist Gods were shocked, some even crossing their arms over their chests.

It was known that the influence of the Nine Heavens Divine Palace wasn't limited to the Grand Realm of Zhou Mountain, and there were even rumors that their reach extended to the Yin Plane.

If Jian Tu were to become a disciple of the Heaven Deity, wouldn't he be able to find another version of himself in other worlds through the Nine Heavens Divine Palace, to avoid tribulations?

Surviving the Three Disasters and Three Tribulations might also be possible.

In the end, Jian Tu refused the divine decree.

Was this Jian Tu's pride?

Didn't he know what kind of opportunity he was missing?

The Grand Realm of Zhou Mountain was in turmoil.

The Cloud Dream Palace Mistress sat atop Cloud Dream Mountain Peak, her profound aura making others dare not approach.

The remaining Daoist Gods either surrounded Jian Tu, trying to stop the Cloud Dream Palace Mistress from devouring Zhou Mountain.

Or they approached the Nine Heavens Divine Palace, with new schemes in mind.

Or perhaps... they fled far away.

In the Nine Heavens Divine Palace...

"Jian Tu actually refused the divine decree of the Heaven Deity!"

"In this world, no one has ever refused a divine decree!"

"This is outrageous!"

"Whether Forget Zhou Mountain is destroyed or not is not important, but it is a critical node."

However, as soon as these words fell...

A deafening boom echoed.

The mountains crumbled, the sky spewed golden streams, and the land was devastated.

"Forget Zhou Mountain has fallen?"

"Forget Zhou Mountain is gone!"

"Cloud Dream Mountain... is also destroyed!"

All the Daoist Gods were terrified.

Unexpectedly, the Yunmeng Palace Mistress took the initiative and struck down Forget Zhou Mountain.

Countless light-years of Forget Zhou Mountain shattered, crashing into Yunmeng Mountain. The earth's spine fractured, the mountains' foundation turned to fragments, and the wails of sentient beings lingered for a long time.

All the Daoist Gods were terrified, hesitant, and indecisive.

"Since Forget Zhou Mountain is destroyed, this place... has lost its value." A Daoist God spoke up within the Nine Heavens Divine Palace.

Thus, on this day, numerous Daoist Gods followed the Nine Heavens Divine Palace and left the Zhou Mountain Grand Realm.

Some Daoist Gods angrily confronted the Swordsman.

"If it weren't for you aiding the tyrant, how could Wu Shi have managed to topple Forget Zhou Mountain?"

"If it weren't for you constantly stopping her, how could such a huge mistake have been made?"

The Swordsman gripped his sword, silent.

Of course, these voices were loudest at the beginning.

When Wu Shi was still a "White Lotus," she was harmless, and everyone blamed her for wanting to destroy the world, criticizing her.

But after she truly toppled Forget Zhou Mountain, she revealed her formidable strength and bared her sharp fangs.

Those who opposed her decreased instead.

In fact, many Daoist Gods gathered around Wu Shi, honoring her as the Yunmeng Palace Mistress.

Just like how they had surrounded the Swordsman before.

After all, the destruction of the Zhou Mountain Grand Realm led to the fall of countless sentient beings.

As Daoist Gods, they could naturally remain uninvolved.

The survival of countless lives had nothing to do with them.

The once deserted Yunmeng Palace became lively again.

Conversely, the Swordsman was left alone.

"Swordsman, you are, after all, the Palace Mistress's most trusted sword. The Palace Mistress wishes to consume the Zhou Mountain Grand Realm, so please continue your service," a God Lord advised.

This God Lord had previously advised the Swordsman to imprison Wu Shi, or even kill her, when Wu Shi had not yet displayed her true strength.

Now, the situation had reversed.

The world is unpredictable, and times change.

This time, the Swordsman became a lone wolf.

"Swordsman, put down your sword. The Yunmeng Palace Mistress still cherishes the bond between master and disciple."

"You are still the sharpest sword in the Palace Mistress's hand."

The Swordsman remained unmoved by these words.

Ever since Forget Zhou Mountain was severed, he hadn't seen his master, and Wu Shi hadn't come to see him either.

It was as if the last time he had made food for his master for ten thousand years, he hadn't visited her again.

Perhaps he was sulking.

Or perhaps...

The Swordsman ignored the outside voices.

"Grow stronger, be kind, sister."

He muttered, his sword glowing like flowing fire or falling snow.

Kind... kind...

Why did the master do this?

Since obtaining this peerless talent in the sword path, this was only the second time he truly had a question in his heart.

The first time he asked, "What is jealousy?" This time, he asked, "Why, master?"

He didn't understand.

He didn't want to see the Yunmeng Mountain split, with countless sentient beings dying in vain.

All of this... was caused by his master.

Why... did she do this?

His questions came to an abrupt halt three years later.

A broken body fell in the hall—it was Yu Jiao's corpse.

His sister, one of his three anchor points, was dead.

Killed by Wu Shi's hand.

His heart felt empty.

He didn't know if it was because of his sister's death or because his master had killed his sister.

...

After a long time without snow, the Yunmeng Mountain Peak began to snow again.

Plum blossoms fell with the snowflakes.

Although Yunmeng Mountain was split, Yunmeng Palace remained intact.

On the nine thousand nine hundred steps, the mountain peak was covered in silver.

At the summit, a woman in a crimson robe sat, caressing a warm brazier, a smile in her eyes.

"When it snows on Yunmeng Mountain, I know... it's you who has come."

Below the nine thousand nine hundred steps, the Swordsman looked up at the woman he knew so well.

His gaze was as calm and indifferent as always.

He didn't quite understand his master or Wu Shi.

It was as if the distance between him and Wu Shi was as vast as the steps separating them; he couldn't fathom Wu Shi's heart, and Wu Shi seemed unable to enter his heart.

"Shouldn't you say... Master, I need an explanation?" Wu Shi smiled.

"Master, you shouldn't have shattered Forget Zhou Mountain, caused the fall of countless sentient beings, or killed my sister." The Swordsman looked up at the cold woman on the steps.

She stood so high, as if in the clouds.

"Sometimes, death isn't the end; perhaps..."

"Life is the greatest suffering."

"I kill to help them escape the sea of suffering."

Wu Shi spoke calmly.

At this moment, she truly exuded the aura of a world-ending demon.

It seemed that in this world, only suffering existed, and death... was liberation.

She was doing good deeds, pulling people out of their misery.

The Swordsman remained silent, just watching his master.

After an unknown amount of time, the snow stopped, pausing for a while, and the world turned white as snow fell on his shoulders.

"Is the master still waiting for that sword?" The Swordsman asked.

Wu Shi's smile was as charming as peach blossoms, and her face was as pale as plum blossoms.

"Yes."

"I wonder if my sword can replace that sword!"

As his words fell, his sword came out like snow.

—The Swordsman's Chapter Ends

(End of Chapter)

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