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Chapter 64: Obsession! The Near-Emperor Awakens!
Chapter 64: Obsession! The Near-Emperor Awakens!
In the ruins of the Sword Emperor Sect, a golden light suddenly pierced the dark night as if a curtain had been lifted.
At first, the golden light flickered like a candle, but in an instant, it soared upward, engulfing the sky in a torrential wave!
A domineering and majestic sword intent spread throughout the heavens and earth, causing the entire Void Prohibition Abyss to tremble with a resounding boom.
A mournful sword cry echoed through the air.
In the dazzling golden sword intent, countless ethereal figures, clad in ancient attire, slowly appeared in the air above the ruins, their eyes fixed on Su Changqing at the center.
There were tens of thousands of these figures, scattered throughout every corner of the ruins.
This terrifying sight caused the faces of the Su family members above to change.
"Are these... remnants of souls?"
One of the Su family's powerful cultivators hesitated, asking the question.
No one responded, or rather, no one knew how to answer. They had never seen anything like this before.
"Perhaps it's more accurate to call them obsessions," Su Wenlin said after a long moment, sighing softly.
"These people were likely the sword cultivators of the Sword Emperor Sect who perished."
"They have been dead for countless years, but the sudden destruction of their entire sect filled them with unyielding obsessions at the moment of their death."
"Their obsessions are so strong that even time cannot erase them. It seems the destruction of this sect had hidden circumstances."
Pausing, Su Wenlin's gaze turned to Su Changqing.
"Under normal circumstances, these obsessions would not manifest in the world."
"But Changqing's unique sword intent has awakened the obsessions that have been buried here for countless years."
Upon hearing this, everyone furrowed their brows in deep thought. Su Zian, puzzled, asked:
"Isn't the primal sword intent the purest form of sword intent, without any attributes?"
"Why would it stir the obsessions of these sword cultivators?"
Su Zian had allowed Su Changqing, who was still a mortal, to come here because he trusted the safety of the primal sword intent.
A non-attribute sword intent would not fix Su Changqing's path in the future.
Its non-harmful nature would also ensure that Su Changqing could absorb the sword intent smoothly.
But now, why had the primal sword intent suddenly burst with myriad golden lights?
"That must be a unique sword intent specific to the ancient Sword Emperor Sect," Su Wenlin said, his eyes fixed on the golden patterns forming between Su Changqing's eyebrows.
"The primal sword intent is indeed attributeless, but don't forget that all this vast primal sword intent comes from the sword cultivators of the Sword Emperor Sect!"
"The primal sword intent of a single cultivator after death might not affect anything."
"But what if hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of sword cultivators were all disciples of the Sword Emperor Sect?"
"In that case, even if the intent is primal, it would still carry the unique sword intent of the Sword Emperor Sect!"
Hearing this, everyone in the room nodded in understanding.
The death of all the Sword Emperor Sect's cultivators had indeed condensed a vast amount of primal sword intent.
But these primal sword intents were all of the same origin, and in such a situation, the unique 'intent' of the Sword Emperor Sect naturally merged with them.
Moreover, this 'intent' was even rarer and stronger than the primal sword intent!
It was refined bit by bit from the boundless primal sword intent.
If the vast primal sword intent were a hundred, then this unique 'intent' would be one.
The essence of the essence, this 'intent' far surpassed what all the cultivators of the ancient Sword Emperor Sect had ever condensed.
And it was precisely this ancestral and even transcendent 'intent' that awakened the obsessions buried in the ruins of the Sword Emperor Sect.
Boom!
The golden light grew even more intense and boiling, as if the entire world was draped in golden radiance.
Su Changqing, eyes closed, floated in the air, with golden patterns continuing to form between his eyebrows.
The patterns resembled a sword and a seal, radiating a bright golden light, exuding mystery and nobility.
An overwhelming imperial aura, capable of making every sword cultivator in the world bow in reverence, surged from Su Changqing's entire being.
The presence was so intense that it transformed Su Changqing, who was normally a refined scholar, into a figure of authority and dominance.
As the golden patterns continued to solidify, the vast primordial sword intent surrounding Su Changqing rushed into the patterns like a thousand streams converging into the sea.
From above, it looked as though a massive sword intent vortex had formed where Su Changqing stood, with the center of the vortex being the golden pattern on his forehead.
The imperial aura of the sword grew even more intense.
The surrounding figures, clad in ancient attire, watched Su Changqing with eyes filled with boundless fervor.
The sky was silent, and everyone waited in quiet anticipation.
They all knew that Su Changqing seemed to be on the verge of a significant transformation.
The moment the golden patterns fully coalesced, Su Changqing would undergo a complete metamorphosis!
However.
Just as everyone was engrossed in the spectacle, the sky above Su Changqing suddenly shattered!
Boom!
A vast expanse of the void collapsed, and a massive hand, seemingly capable of encompassing the heavens and the earth, descended directly toward Su Changqing.
"Ridiculous!"
"Seeking death!"
The faces of the Su family members present changed drastically, and powerful auras surged from them.
Blades that could sever the heavens, spears that could pierce the sky, and fists that could make even sages bleed.
Su Changqing's danger ignited an immediate response from the Su family members.
One terrifying attack after another surged toward the massive hand.
Boom!
The sky shattered, and the void fragmented like a broken mirror, with jagged cracks spreading across the sky.
Fubai, the family steward, did not attack the intruder but immediately stood beside Su Changqing, shielding him from the residual shockwaves.
Su Changqing was in the midst of his transformation, and any disturbance would render all his efforts futile.
Even the powerful Fubai, despite his strength, was forced to take a step back from the residual shockwaves.
This made his face pale, and he looked sharply at the shattered sky.
Only a being of immense power could force a Great Saint like him to retreat with just the residual shockwaves.
"Amitabha!"
A vast, resonant Buddhist chant echoed through the heavens, and a Buddha, with a red dot on his forehead and draped in a golden robe, stepped out from the void, radiating an aura of solemnity and majesty.
The peaceful Buddha light illuminated the heavens, and a terrifying aura filled the sky.
Behind this figure were dozens of high-ranking Buddhist monks, each radiating formidable power, causing the space to tremble.
"Near-Emperor!"
The faces of the Su family members present changed repeatedly.
No one had expected that at this critical moment, the Buddhist sect would send a Near-Emperor to the Southern Domain.
A Near-Emperor was not someone to be dispatched lightly, especially across domains, and to conflict with the ruling family of a domain.
A single misstep could lead to a war between the two domains!
"Venerable Ling Mountain Temple, the foremost of the Thirty-Five Buddhas, the Dharmic Sound Arhat!"
Su Zian, his face cold, looked up and said, "Dharmic Sound, you just barely broke through to the Near-Emperor level. Instead of stabilizing your realm at Ling Mountain Temple, are you here in the Southern Domain to seek your own death?"
As he spoke, Su Zian immediately sent a message to Su Nan.
Even a newly ascended Near-Emperor was not someone a Great Saint could withstand!
However, the Dharmic Sound Arhat seemed to see through Su Zian's intentions.
With a smile on his face, the large Buddha behind him sank, and he spoke softly, "There's no need, Su Zian. Su Nan—"
"Will not come today!"
(End of Chapter)
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