Chapter 621: Returning to the Monastery
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
In this Millstone of Life and Death, Shen Lian already knew what Chen Jiani wished to do – he wanted to obliterate himself completely, demonstrating the paramount swordcraft of annatā.
He knew that it was Chen Jiani’s goal in swordcraft, but at that mont Shen Lian could not help but feel dejected. He was no longer miserly to his primordial spirit, sending out his divine thoughts as best as he could, saying, “Senior Apprentice-Brother, please think it over.”
Finally, Chen Jiani thoroughly erased what was previously inerasable from his heart. He regained his forr calm spiritual appearance and smiled, “Junior Apprentice-Brother.”
Those simple words were indeed more capable of conveying a ssage than thousands of words. Whatever that Chen Jiani wanted to say and did not want to say were contained in those few words.
Throughout Shen Lian’s life, he has heard Chen Jiani speak many tis. However, none of those tis could compare with the far-reaching emotions and profound gratitude expressed in the words said at that mont. It was the origin of friendship in the Qing Xuan orthodoxy and also the unsaid sincerity between the two. Even more so, it was their mutual worship and admiration towards Zhang Ruoxu.
If this was in the past, Shen Lian would have definitely dragged Chen Jiani for a drink or two, preferably to the point of being absolutely wasted. The situation was different now. Shen Lian would rather forgo seeing this emotional and loyal side of Chen Jiani ever again. For only with emotion can one be indifferent; only with a strong attachnt can one truly let go.
No one could empathize with Chen Jiani’s current emotional state better than Shen Lian. To dispose of all joy, to be indifferent towards both success and failure, and to renounce one’s ego in decision making.
In his heart, Shen Lian had nurous things he wished to tell Chen Jiani, to the point where he hated himself for not stopping Chen Jiani imdiately. From his primordial spirit, there were violent waves like never before disrupting his originally persistent and inactive tranquil heart of Dao. Even the Seed of Heaven and Earth in the red cinnabar between Chen Jiani’s eyes made an unprecedented sudden movent.
The more vigorously he resisted, the more sorrowful he beca, which led to an even greater suppressive force from the Millstone of Life and Death. The Seed of Heaven and Earth was on the brink of subjugation, and yet he paid no mind to it. He only hoped to rush forward imdiately and break Chen Jiani’s Anattā Sword.
At this point, drops of fresh blood trickled down the bridge of Chen Jiani’s nose. All the blood was absorbed by the Level Nine Blood Lotus at the base of his feet and his whole body emitted an enchantingly strange ray of light.
In so sense, one could say that the Blood Lotus was Chen Jiani and Chen Jiani was the Blood Lotus. Once the Anattā Sword was unleashed, there would naturally be no Chen Jiani, and all the more there would be no Blood Lotus.
Any of the self-detonating suicide techniques similar to the Sky Demon Disintegration thod were incomparable to the might and power of Chen Jiani’s Anattā Sword technique. It was a sword that had evolved to a paramount swordcraft, a sword which, for a Dao practitioner at the pinnacle of being celestial, ant sacrificing everything.
Only with great sacrifice can one bring about great changes.
Chen Jiani smiled and stabbed. Brother, oh brother, even I myself did not foresee my actions today.
Tianyi was absolutely frightened. A horrifying vital force disseminated from the Blood Lotus, so terrifying that even Tianyi was trembling in fear.
Further away, the war with Noble Daoist Lu Ya was still ongoing. Lady Mother of the Chariot, Emperor Xia, and the Lunar Deity, were all startled by this strange occurrence.
Even Daoist Lu Ya, who had the highest attainnt, and Lady Mother of the Chariot, who is the most knowledgeable, experienced the venerability of Chen Jiani’s Anattā Sword.
If anyone of them were in Chen Jiani’s position, they would not have been able to make such a sacrifice.
He was willing to relinquish his ‘self’. Even if he could prove himself and take the position of the highest Daoist Master, how would he return? There would not be any more aning to it. However, this was indeed the aning to it, for only when there is no self can there be an understanding of Dao.
The origin of the Millstone of Life and Death’s power was from the Dao of Life and Death that was inherent in the Register of Life and Death. It was the perpetual Great Way of the universe. In the face of such strength, only a Dao strength that was equal in rank could possibly break it.
Was all this worth it? No one except Chen Jiani could answer this.
The significance of what was worth it and what was not lied only with those who made the sacrifice, not with anyone else.
Chen Jiani gazed intently into the sky. Before this, he never realized how emotionally moving the sky could be, and he also never felt that he would reach such a brilliant point in his life.
The laws of heaven, human reincarnation, and swordcraft. All of these were not worth ntioning.
The blood had run dry and the Blood Lotus blossod perfectly and swayed gracefully. It was indescribably beautiful.
In the end, the Blood Lotus gradually blossod into a long blood-red sword. It was three feet three inches long, and one inch wide. It serenely reached Chen Jiani’s grasp.
He took one step into the void and aid to stab the Millstone of Life and Death that was just in front of him.
There was no universally shocking explosion of Qi of vitality. There was no desolate sword aura. Oddly enough, the Millstone of Life and Death crumbled at this very mont.
At the sa ti, Noble Daoist Lu Ya’s Mahāvairocana Body was defeated. There were cracks on Lady Mother of the Chariot’s divine form. Lu Ya was also unable to transform into the rainbow light. Emperor Xia wielded the knife and stood, his hand that was previously as steady as Mount Tai shuddered uncontrollably.
The silent law of slaughter had long ago infringed upon their bodies.
The ‘Anattā Sword’ could surprisingly target all of them at once. Within a short ti, they were unable to continue their battle.
The Register of Life and Death rushed forth unceasingly, but in the end, its source was inhibited. In an instant, the Millstone of Life and Death started to disperse. Finally, not a trace of it was found.
Shen Lian recovered his freedom and saw Chen Jiani who was walking towards him from the sky.
From outward appearance alone, Shen Lian could see no discernible injury on Chen Jiani. Shen Lian’s heart virtually sank to an all-ti low. He could only feel that Chen Jiani’s body was emptily swept into nothingness, and was devoid of any vital force.
When Chen Jiani went closer to Shen Lian, the longsword once again pierced out, and at that mont the light of the water spouted out of the void. Inside it was another world, one which was incredibly familiar to Shen Lian.
Shen Lian extended his hand, wishing to touch Chen Jiani. However, with the speed of lightning and flint fire, Chen Jiani transford into ash. That was the truly the doing of the Anattā Sword.
Chen Jiani was no longer there. Only the blood red killing sword remained.
It silently fell to Shen Lian’s feet.
Shen Lian’s bent over and picked up the sword, and turning over to Lady Mother of the Chariot, Noble Daoist Lu Ya, Tianyi, and the Lunar Deity, he gazed at them for a mont. Soon after, he walked into the light of the water, without turning back. Shen Lian would return again.
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The Qing Xuan Daoist Sect was now undoubtedly the second largest Daoist Sect in the cultivation community, largely because of its propensity to teach students according to their strengths, with flexibility instead of rigidity. There were a large number of cultivation sects that were now associated with Qing Xuan. These various sects all bore different nas respectively and passed-down their own respective techniques, but without exception they considered themselves to be branches of the Qing Xuan Daoist Sect. All of them paid tribute to Qing Xuan as their sect leader.
In addition, the many concealed powerhouses of cultivation in the islands across the vast ocean were largely associated with Qing Xuan in multiple ways. If Lu Jiuyuan did not suppress all of the Xuantian Sect, they might have given up their number one position to Qing Xuan a long ti ago.
Presently the headmaster of the Qing Xuan Daoist Sect was Chen Jinchan. He was the successor of Shen Lian, the previous generation of Qing Xuan’s chief. Chen Jinchan has had thousands of years of cultivation. Unless the laws of nature changed, everyone unanimously regarded him as the next Shen Lian, and the first celestial to transcend beyond the mortal world.
Qing Xuan did not only have Chen Jinchan who was a delicate wind deity of good judgnt, it also had the number one sword master celestial in the world – the rāk?asa-fairy Fan Yanying. Ever since the respected master of the Taishang Daoist Sect suffered defeat at the hands of the rāk?asa-fairies, Fan Yanying’s stock shot up higher than Fairy Ziling in the past.
If it ca down to a real battle between Chen Jinchan and Fan Yanying, so people felt that even with Chen Jinchan’s high cultivation, there would be an eighty to ninety percent chance he would lose to the rāk?asa-fairy.
After all, Fan Yanying had been passed the Dao of Killing Sword by her master and has already surpassed Chen Jiani during the latter’s ti in the wind.
With those two to suppress the Qing Xuan Daoist Sect, even if the Demon Master resurfaced and caused demonic chaos to the world, perhaps he would not rashly intrude Qing Xuan.
Suddenly sothing happened. In Taiwei Pavilion, the most strictly off-limits area inside Qing Xuan, the ancient poplar suddenly blood. Its abundant vitality and wafting delicate scent startled all the distinguished cultivators of Qing Xuan.
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