Chapter 621: The World Calls Me the Cycle

Chapter 621: The World Calls Me the Cycle

December 6th, 2024

Wu Shi's gaze naturally fell upon the Sword Sheath Stone.

In this icy landscape, only this stone remained unfrozen, standing out prominently.

She looked at the stone and then glanced at the golden sword in her hand.

For some unknown reason, she felt a sense of resistance and hesitated to sheath the sword.

Coincidence?

Or something else?

Why was this...related to her master?

She trembled instinctively and hesitated to take the next step.

"I..."

Master looked at Wu Shi, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, "Go ahead and try. Perhaps...there's a chance!"

Once Wu Shi regained her Dao Lord's strength, she might be able to erase the node of Tu Wu Grand Realm.

Facing the descent curse pulling Tu Wu Grand Realm, he wouldn't be as helpless as Bai Xiaosheng.

Wu Shi observed the anxious expression on her master's face and didn't think further. Perhaps because the place was too icy, her hand holding the golden sword trembled slightly.

Clang!

The golden sword slid into the Sword Sheath Stone, emitting a sound like the roar of a dragon.

Both of them stared intently at the sword, as if trying to discern any abnormalities on its surface.

"It must be a coincidence," Wu Shi reassured herself in her heart.

However, in the next breath, her face turned deathly pale.

The golden sword began to tremble incessantly.

The Sword Sheath Stone also started to shake continuously.

The surrounding void collapsed and crumbled.

Time, space, and all rules seemed to shatter and fragment.

"Is this...a reaction?" Bai Xiaosheng's expression was filled with excitement.

Disciple, are you about to find your sword?

Does that mean you'll have the strength of a Dao Lord?

Just then, a surging sword intent swept through the air.

Bai Xiaosheng immediately looked in the direction of the sword intent.

He saw a faint shadow.

"Is this the Sword Disciple?"

He felt a sword intent that was as sharp as could be.

Pure and intense.

This sword intent seemed capable of tearing apart everything in the world.

In that moment, the sword intent instantly flooded into the golden sword.

The broken golden sword was reforged once more.

The sword's position rose, as if infused with a sword soul.

Witnessing this, Wu Shi heaved a sigh of relief.

The Sword Disciple had nothing to do with her master.

Everything...was her own delusion.

The aura rose.

The sword underwent a transformation.

From the extraordinary, it climbed to the apex.

However, under the expectations of Wu Shi and Bai Xiaosheng, just as the sword was about to be completed, and its might was at its peak, a crack appeared on the golden sword.

"What's happening?" Bai Xiaosheng was perplexed.

With his abilities and experience, he couldn't discern the reason.

But he understood that the sword was cracking.

At this rate, it would be completely shattered within ten breaths.

Bai Xiaosheng quickly reached out and grasped the sword, seemingly wanting to use his powerful divine strength to slow down its shattering.

Wu Shi also placed her icy small hand over her master's, tightly gripping the sword.

"It can't shatter, it absolutely can't shatter," Bai Xiaosheng murmured, his heart filled with anxiety.

The time left for them was running out.

The sword's edge was sharp, and its intent was astonishing.

Holding the sword, Bai Xiaosheng felt as if he was experiencing the Sword Disciple's battle with the Cloud Dream Palace Mistress.

Each sword move was filled with murderous intent, acting recklessly.

He also understood that the enmity between the Sword Disciple and the Cloud Dream Palace Mistress was likely genuine.

The Sword Disciple truly wanted to kill the Palace Mistress!

The sword intent filled the air, and Bai Xiaosheng felt as if he had returned to the past, witnessing the battle on Cloud Dream Mountain through the sword intent.

He seemed to see a man in black, transforming into a sword, relentlessly fighting.

He also seemed to see the Palace Mistress, standing atop the mountain peak, as snow fell, her figure majestic.

The murmurs of time echoed in his ears at that moment.

"Master, who are you waiting for?"

"I'm waiting for a sword...a sword that can make the world forget and end their suffering."

"Have you found it?"

"The mountain of forgetting hasn't fallen...perhaps I haven't found the sword yet."

...

"Is Master still waiting for that sword?"

"I wonder, can your sword replace that one?"

These murmurs reached Bai Xiaosheng's ears and naturally, Wu Shi's as well.

"The Palace Mistress is waiting for a sword?"

"The mountain of forgetting hasn't fallen, and the sword hasn't been forged yet."

"Now, the mountain has fallen, but where's the sword?"

Wu Shi grew anxious.

The time left for them was dwindling.

In five breaths, the sword would be completely shattered.

At that moment, the murmurs sounded again.

"The mountain of forgetting has fallen, Master...have you found the sword?"

"I...would rather not have found it."

A desolate voice echoed through time and space, and all sounds and images abruptly stopped.

"Why won't the Riddle Person explain clearly!" Wu Shi was anxious, almost cursing out loud.

If she were the Palace Mistress, she'd want to slap her past self.

However...

Just then, a surge of information flooded into the minds of Wu Shi and Bai Xiaosheng.

Both of their expressions changed as they looked at each other.

Because this information revealed that to keep the sword intact, a Dao God needed to be sacrificed.

Wu Shi anxiously said, "Master, don't believe it, this is a lie, there's a conspiracy."

Bai Xiaosheng looked at Wu Shi, his eyes gentle and filled with clear laughter, "If sacrificing one can save the world, then sacrificing myself is no big deal."

Bai Xiaosheng asked himself, knowing he was rather selfish.

But he also possessed the courage to sacrifice himself for justice.

To sacrifice himself for the Grand Realm of Tu Wu, this was a death of the highest order.

As for the conspiracy...

At this moment, when he held this sword, he inexplicably felt a sense of fate.

As if, he was born for this sword.

He didn't have time to bid farewell to Wu Shi.

The sword's fracture occurred in that instant.

He chose to give up on himself.

His True Spirit was melting away.

His consciousness was blurring.

The majestic divine power, at this moment, turned to ashes.

A Daoist God, a Daoist God formed by the spirit of a Divine Treasure, at this moment, turned into nothingness.

The cracks on the Golden Sword healed.

It... was truly repairing itself.

This sword seemed to have been forged to completion.

The golden color... was also replaced by red.

The Wealthy Daoist God was gone.

The Golden Sword that Master gave to Wu Shi was gone.

In its place, was a blood-colored sword.

Wu Shi held this sword, constantly shaking.

She seemed to want to be like before.

But this time, she didn't shake out any gold coins.

Blood flowed from her cold hand, and the sword became even more blood-red and eerie.

Wu Shi sat paralyzed in the snow, the vast heavens and earth leaving only her and the sword.

Holding the sword, her voice trembled with tears, "Master, your disciple doesn't need you to compensate for the sword anymore!"

Countless memories flooded into her mind.

She remembered her first encounter with Master on Tomorrow Snow Mountain.

She remembered spending day and night with Master in the Grand Realm of Zhou Shan.

She also remembered that before Zhou Shan collapsed, she had seen a child who looked a little like Master.

She took him as her disciple.

She killed his sister.

She was waiting for a sword.

She was heartbroken and a little confused, as if time and space had gone chaotic.

"Are you very confused about who was the master first?"

Just then, a faint shadow descended.

"It's you!" Wu Shi's voice carried deep apprehension as she recognized the shadow.

The shadow seemed to ignore Wu Shi's expression, and said, "This place... is a huge cycle."

"Within the cycle, there are variables."

"If there was no Sword Disciple, if there was no Wealthy Daoist God, in the future, you would become the Cloud Dream Palace Master."

"If time is a line, you are in front, and the Cloud Dream Palace Master is behind."

"But if there are more cycles... the Cloud Dream Palace Master is in the previous cycle, and you are in the next cycle."

"Cycle... cycle..." Wu Shi's heart tightened at these words.

This cycle seemed a little different from the cycles she knew.

Suddenly, she realized something, her heart filled with anticipation. "Master... is still alive, and will become the Sword Disciple in the future?"

Did this also mean that she could meet Master?

"In countless cycles, this sword has never been able to come into being."

"If the sword is not complete, in a certain cycle, you might still be able to meet him."

"But now... the sword is complete, and he is truly dead."

The shadow muttered, its voice devoid of emotion.

Hearing this, Wu Shi felt a little lost and dispirited, and more blood flowed from the sword.

However, her expression quickly became determined.

She still had to protect the Grand Realm of Tu Wu.

She had no time for sorrow.

"Who are you, and what is your purpose?" Wu Shi asked coldly.

She felt that her life was like a puppet, manipulated by this shadow.

Even as a Sword Disciple...

In a book, the numbers 16 and 19 were clearly visible, leaving no room for error!

As if his astonishing talent in the Sword Dao, and... his lack of any emotion, might also be related to this shadow.

The shadow had manipulated her, manipulated the Sword Disciple, just to forge a sword.

Realizing this, her heart was filled with both murderous intent and sorrow, but... she didn't show it.

She wasn't afraid of death.

She just hadn't protected the Grand Realm of Tu Wu, solved the node, and solved the descent curse.

"People call me the Cycle." The shadow's voice was calm.

Hearing this, Wu Shi's heart skipped a beat.

"Cycle?"

The word 'cycle' carried a profound meaning.

The Dao Lord's Dao Lineage and the Divine Country of the Dao Gods would all be trapped within the cycle.

"But, I prefer to be called the Reincarnation." A rare hint of emotion colored the shadow's voice.

It was a regret, a loneliness.

"As for my purpose?"

"Of course, it's to forge this Sword of Forgetfulness."

The Devouring Dao Lord of the Rebirth Plane perished.

To forge the Sword of Forgetfulness, he had to find the Devouring Dao Lord's counterpart in the Yin Plane, and have Wu Shi inherit the Devouring Dao Lord's power.

Hearing this, Wu Shi tightly gripped the sword.

"I won't give you the sword."

This sword, for her, carried too much.

It was too heavy.

However, this time, the shadow didn't answer her.

It seemed as if he had come here solely to see if the sword had been forged.

Seeing the sword, his figure disappeared.

"Who... is he?" Wu Shi's mind was filled with questions.

The shadow was like a maze.

Manipulating Master and her like puppets.

Her heart filled with killing intent, her expression cold, "I... will definitely kill him."

If not for him, Master wouldn't have turned into a cold sword?

At this moment, a demonic obsession filled her heart.

As if only this way, could the pain in her heart be relieved.

"Master..." The girl hugged the sword and disappeared into the waterfall-like Zhou Shan Mountain.

Later, someone witnessed in the Tu Wu Grand Realm, a Dao Lord using a sword to obliterate a node in the Divine Coin Valley.

Another person saw a young girl holding a blood-colored sword, suppressing it within the Nine Heavens Divine Palace, slaying three Daoist Gods with her blade, and sealing off the Nine Heavens Divine Palace.

As for that mysterious Heavenly Deity, they never appeared.

Then, someone saw the girl holding a sword, severing and forgetting the descent curse.

Later, someone spotted her by the river in the Tu Wu Grand Realm, or perhaps on the snowy mountains of Zhou Mountain Grand Realm, catching a glimpse of her fleeting beauty.

Finally, someone witnessed the girl falling into the Abandoned Land, searching for something unknown.

Thus, the legend of the girl and the Wealthy Daoist God slowly faded from memory. Perhaps, one day, in some tavern, fragments of the story of this master and disciple might still be overheard.

Time is forever the world's best poison and medicine, capable of erasing everything.

(Wealthy Daoist God's Chapter Ends.)



...

Yang Plane.

Unknown time, unknown space.

"San Sheng, you're a madman."

"I'm not mad."

"You're not mad?"

"I can cultivate normally, how am I mad?"

"Even madmen can cultivate."

"Can a madman cultivate to the Radiant Sage realm?"

"Yin Deities are everywhere, but Radiant Sages are rarer than dogs."

The young man muttered.

"There are too many people; if only I could snap my fingers like Thanos and wipe out half of all sentient beings in the world."

"Who's Thanos?"

"I don't know him."

"Then why mention him?"

"Because I want to."

"And you still say you're not mad!" The young man said angrily.

It was clear that San Sheng had gone mad.

San Sheng was born an ordinary person, with no extraordinary background, powerful bloodline, or exceptional talent.

But he... was very diligent.

He cultivated every moment.

Apart from cultivation, nothing else seemed to capture his attention.

While others indulged in the pleasures of life, he cultivated.

When others couldn't help but hum softly, he continued cultivating.

While others had offspring spread across numerous worlds and universes, he was still cultivating.

Perhaps it was a reward for his hard work.

Today, San Sheng had become one of the strongest in this world.

"San Sheng, the Heavenly Emperor wants to see you." At this moment, the young man spoke, his eyes carrying a hint of worry.

The Heavenly Emperor was also the strongest in the world.

It was rumored that when the Heavenly Emperor was enraged, countless universes could be instantly turned to dust.

"Bring him over." San Sheng said nonchalantly.

The young man's figure disappeared from the underground palace.

In this underground palace, a Heavenly Emperor in white robes appeared.

"San Sheng... I need to borrow your brain for a moment."

Before San Sheng, the Heavenly Emperor showed no arrogance as a powerful cultivator.

A long time ago, he had met San Sheng.

One could even say that San Sheng was his guide on the path of cultivation.

San Sheng's cultivation had provided him with much guidance.

However, his talent far surpassed San Sheng's.

He had long crossed that boundary and reached the Yang Six realm.

As for San Sheng, he was stuck in the Yang Five realm, not knowing how many eras and months had passed.

"You said..."

At this moment, San Sheng in the underground palace spoke.

His figure was semi-transparent.

He seemed to be constantly melting away and then regenerating.

He shifted between reality and illusion, truth and falsehood, existence and non-existence.

"Xili World... is sinking, completely vanishing... How can we stop it?"

This kind of sinking and vanishing was irreversible.

In the myriad realms, from one comes two, from two comes three, and from three comes the myriad things.

The Heavenly Emperor could traverse all timelines, reaching any point in time and even altering history, returning to the past to eradicate those who had humiliated him in his youth.

But there was one thing he couldn't do.

That was to stop the Return to Nothing, or Return to Zero, also known as the Return to Void.

From a human perspective, Return to Nothing is death.

From the universe's perspective, Return to Nothing is the shattering of the universe.

Of course, there are some differences.

When a person dies, their corpse remains.

With Return to Nothing, everything is completely gone.

"I thought that Return to Nothing only appeared in the Yin Plane and the Rebirth Plane, I didn't expect it to spread to the Yang Plane." The Heavenly Emperor mentioned this, his brows furrowed.

"You want to preserve the Xili World?" San Sheng asked.

"Yes."

"The power of Return to Nothing in the Yang Plane is not yet strong enough to erase you.

So, as long as you become the Xili World, Return to Nothing won't be able to eliminate the Xili World."

"Wait, what you mean is... if all sentient beings in the myriad realms become me, I can stop the power of Return to Nothing?"

The Heavenly Emperor's eyes flashed with a sharp gleam.

He was like a mortal whose brain had been struck by lightning, his spirit invigorated.

"I understand. As long as all sentient beings in the myriad realms are me, I can stop the power of Return to Nothing."

Return to Nothing was still weak, and if all sentient beings became him before it grew stronger, then he could stop its power.

"Actually, I have many other ways."

"Oh?" The Heavenly Emperor was a bit surprised.

"Return to Nothing... doesn't conform to the Law of Conservation of Energy. If it follows this law, won't Return to Nothing disappear?" San Sheng muttered.

"But..." The Heavenly Emperor was a bit puzzled, "The law, to us... is just a rule we created arbitrarily."

"Is that so? I remember, when a whale falls, myriad things are born."

"True Spirits will also Return to Nothing."

(End of Chapter)

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