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Chapter 67: The Sword Descends from Heaven
Chapter 67: The Sword Descends from Heaven
On the Butian Platform, tens of thousands of disciples knelt, their bodies wracked by the surging blood patterns at their feet that transformed into tendrils of bloody energy, coiling around them.
"Elder, I'm not a spy for the Demon Path!"
"You're the demonic cultivator! Thief! You won't die a peaceful death!"
"What a joke! So many spies from the Demon Path. It's a huge joke that the Tai Xuan Gate is so dark and yet claims to be the most righteous sect in Tai Cang. Hahaha! It won't be long before the Tai Cang Empire is destroyed too!"
"Chu Xian, even if I die, my ghost will never forgive you!"
"How can you commit such atrocities without fearing the wrath of both man and God, inviting retribution upon yourself?"
Cries, pleas for mercy, and curses filled the outer sect's city.
On the stone pillar at the center of the Butian Platform, blood began to well up from the bottom of the grooves, like meridians filling with blood, eerie and horrifying.
Thick dark clouds gathered from all directions, quickly covering the sky above the outer sect's city, plunging it into darkness.
The pale golden light barrier generated by the Demon-Subduing Umbrella began to materialize, enveloping the entire city. Those disciples who had not ascended the Butian Platform wanted to flee, but they couldn't break through.
Ye Lan trembled as she tried to stand, but she couldn't. Feeling her spiritual energy being drawn out, her eyes were filled with terror and despair.
Su Han and Zhen Qin beside her were in the same state, unable to even speak, and could only despairingly await death.
In the distance.
In the pavilion.
The hunchbacked elder watched Chu Xian's figure, his face solemn. "I never expected him to be so powerful. The geniuses of the Tai Xuan Gate are truly extraordinary. It's only been a few years..."
A look of fear also appeared in Jiang Qiong's eyes. Just facing Chu Xian's oppressive might made her dare not act recklessly; the gap was too great.
"So that's how it is. The legendary Qiantian Nirvana Array..."
Jiang murmured to herself, causing the hunchbacked elder to glance at her and say, "Miss, this formation seems to pose a threat to us. We should evacuate quickly."
Jiang Qiong nodded. Chu Xian's appearance had caught her off guard, especially the Qiantian Nirvana Array, which had a profound impact on her.
The two of them turned around immediately, preparing to leave the outer sect's city.
——
Rumble rumble!
The dark clouds in the sky rumbled with thunder, like a heavenly deity roaring, oppressive yet loud.
Chu Xian looked up, his eyes calm. He glanced up briefly before turning his gaze back to the city below.
Looking at the tens of thousands of struggling disciples below, his eyes showed a hint of pity.
"For the eternal future of the Tai Xuan Gate, your sacrifices will not be in vain, even if it means giving up your cultivation for this life."
He spoke to himself, as if comforting his own heart. The pity in his eyes gradually faded, and his gaze turned indifferent.
He raised his hand, grasping the Demon-Subduing Umbrella, preparing to increase his strength and refine the cultivation of all the disciples on the platform in one go.
Ye Lan was already prostrated on the ground. With difficulty, she lifted her eyes, and under the rolling thunderclouds, Chu Xian's figure seemed terrifying.
But at this moment, she saw not Chu Xian, but another figure.
She worried that Gu An would not be able to escape this calamity.
Regret filled her heart as she thought that she should have gone to find Gu An yesterday and asked him to leave the Tai Xuan Gate in advance.
Today's events were heinous, and Chu Xian would surely kill all the miscellaneous disciples belonging to this outer sect's city.
The bloody runes on her body were increasing, like chains pulling at her, as if trying to drag her into the depths of the earth. An unprecedented exhaustion, like a tsunami, surged towards her, and her eyelids trembled as she closed her eyes.
The White Spirit Sword at her waist was still trembling, as if anxious for its master.
Just at that moment.
Ye Lan seemed to sense something and opened her eyes instinctively. The sunlight shone on her face, and not just her; the other disciples enduring the torture also opened their eyes as the sky above suddenly brightened.
Lu Jiujia, his flesh and blood a blur, could only glance at the sky with his peripheral vision. Under his watch, the rolling thunderclouds above were dispersed, and from the cloud waves at the horizon, it was clear that they had been driven away by some powerful force.
Jiang Qiong and the hunchbacked elder, who were quickly making their way along the street, had a clearer view. They turned their heads to look and stopped in their tracks.
Above the Demon-Subduing Umbrella, outside the pale golden light barrier, a sword hovered. The sword was enveloped in sword energy, obscuring its body, and only its slender shape could be discerned.
Chu Xian looked up and moved the Demon-Subduing Umbrella aside. His brows furrowed.
"Who?"
His voice rang out, and surprisingly, it carried a hint of tension.
That single word, "who," gave hope to everyone in the city, and the disciples sealed on the Butian Platform looked on with eyes full of expectation.
Boom!
An overwhelmingly domineering sword intent burst forth from the sword shadow in the sky, shattering the pale golden light barrier that enveloped the city in an instant.
Chu Xian's expression changed drastically, and he immediately channeled his spiritual power into the Demon-Subduing Umbrella. The umbrella shook violently, unleashing a powerful force to counter the sword shadow's sword energy.
"Combine..."
Chu Xian's eyes widened, and he had only uttered a single word when the sword shadow descended with an extremely domineering posture, shattering the vast power of the Demon-Subduing Umbrella and smashing into it, piercing through his flesh.
Like a falling meteor!
The sword shadow descended from the heavens and landed on the Butian Platform, the blade sinking into the stone dais, trembling incessantly. Powerful sword intent erupted, dispersing all the blood-colored runes on the platform, and the massive stone pillar suddenly crumbled.
The sword intent brushed past Ye Lan's body, causing her robes to flutter as if she had awakened from a nightmare.
Su Han and Zhen Qin did the same, quickly standing up.
More and more disciples freed themselves from their restraints, turning over and rising to their feet. They all turned to look at the sword shadow in the center of the stage, and in their eyes, this sword was not terrifying, because this sword had saved them.
Someone looked up and saw that Chu Xian was still floating in the air, his right hand grasping the handle of the Demon-Subduing Umbrella. His physical body trembled as blood uncontrollably flowed from his orifices.
"Why..."
Chu Xian's voice trembled as he spoke, but before he could finish, his body erupted with sword light, and he turned to ashes, his soul unable to escape.
The sky then lit up with a dim yellow glow, as if dusk had fallen.
"How is this possible... He's a Void Traversing cultivator..."
The hunchbacked elder's eyes widened, his voice filled with terror.
Jiang Qiong also struggled to remain calm. Chu Xian had already been a existence beyond the Spirit Transformation Realm, so what kind of cultivation level would it take to slay him with a single sword strike?
Following her gaze, they saw a pillar of energy descending from the heavens, connecting to the Butian Platform, as if dividing the entire world in two.
That was sword energy!
A sword cultivator of such caliber had appeared in this world...
At this moment, Jiang Qiong felt extremely insignificant and mediocre. The injuries she had sustained over a hundred years seemed to have disqualified her from the path of cultivation.
At the same time.
Third Medicine Valley.
Under a large tree, Elder Tian looked toward the direction of the outer sect's city, and even though it was far away, he could see the pillar of sword energy above the Butian Platform.
"Combine..."
Elder Tian muttered to himself, his voice soft enough that only he could hear it.
On the mountaintop at the edge of the Medicine Valley, Ye Yan stood firm against the wind, his robe billowing behind him. He held a long spear, his body as steady as a pine tree, unmoving.
He narrowed his eyes, looking toward the distant pillar of sword energy, his heart filled with wonder.
Dozens of miles away.
Shen Zhen stood on a cliff, with the cave mansion's grand door behind her. The wind ruffled her black clothes and her face veil, partially revealing the lower half of her face.
Her eyes, too, reflected the pillar of sword energy, and they were filled with curiosity.
There was actually such a sword cultivator hidden within the Tai Xuan Gate!
She couldn't help but think of the Flying Leaf Sword Immortal, plucking leaves to kill Nascent Soul cultivators. Just how high was his cultivation level? No one knew, and no one even knew who he really was.
...
Ye Lan stood at the edge of the Butian Platform, with tens of thousands of disciples in front of her. She couldn't see the sword shadow that was surrounded by the crowd, but her gaze fell to the White Spirit Sword at her waist.
The sword was still trembling slightly.
A complex expression appeared in her eyes.
Just then, the outer sect disciples in front of her suddenly backed away, shouting loudly. Ye Lan was drawn by a sharp sound.
It was the sound of a sword blade grinding against stone!
She immediately leaped into the air, stepping on a flying sword, and rose into the sky. Not just her, but tens of thousands of disciples did the same, scattering into the air, creating an incredibly spectacular scene.
Everyone who had risen into the air stared with wide eyes, because they saw the sword shadow that had killed Chu Xian rapidly moving, the blade still embedded in the platform stone, sliding along and sparking, with sword intent overflowing.
Elder Liu Chang of the Library Pavilion furrowed his brows and chanted, "Righteous..."
When the sword shadow wrote the final stroke, it soared into the air, passing over the heads of all the disciples and disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Everyone turned to look at the Butian Platform, and they saw two large characters inscribed in the center of the platform.
Righteous Path!
The brushstrokes were ancient and carried an extreme sense of sharpness and killing intent!
Jiang Qiong and the hunchbacked elder also flew into the air and saw the two large characters, and the two Demon Path cultivators from the Qianqiu Pavilion were also shocked.
The Tai Cang Righteous Path acted against the Demon Path, but in the end, they were stopped by a mysterious sword cultivator, who even left behind the words "Righteous Path."
What did this mean?
While the Tai Xuan Gate had its darkness, it also had great cultivators who upheld justice!
Jiang Qiong had always scoffed at the Tai Xuan Gate's claim to the Righteous Path, thinking that they were just deceiving the world. But now, she suddenly felt that the Tai Xuan Gate might not be so deplorable after all.
...
In a pavilion within the Xuan Valley.
Gu An sat at his desk, his eyebrows knitted slightly.
Someone had locked onto his Qinghong Sword, preventing him from recalling it directly.
He was currently controlling the sword with his sword intent. That previous sword strike was not an ordinary attack; it was a move of the Tai Cang Startling God Sword.
A move of the Tai Cang Startling God Sword at the Merging and Comprehension Realm!
"Since you want to chase me, then fine. Let you all know that there is a sword hanging over your heads within the Tai Xuan Gate."
Gu An thought to himself, then picked up a brush pen, intending to test if he could multitask.
The Qinghong Sword was now more than six thousand miles away from him, and the distance was rapidly increasing.
Above the cloud sea, the Qinghong Sword, surrounded by sword energy, swiftly moved through the air, leaving a long trail of energy that extended to the end of the sky.
Suddenly, the Qinghong Sword stopped and hovered in the clouds.
In less than three breaths, a golden light rushed from the horizon and quickly arrived in front of the Qinghong Sword, less than a hundred meters away.
The golden light dissipated, revealing a man in a blue daoist robe. He held a whisk in his hand and looked like an immortal, but his expression was solemn.
"May I ask who you are, Senior? I've never heard of a Combined Realm sword cultivator in the Tai Cang Imperial Court." The daoist-robed man asked, his tone serious.
(End of Chapter)
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