Chapter 32: The Three-Foot Sword of Heaven and Earth’s Dust
Lu Changyuan slowly drank a mouthful of tea.
The bitterness of the tea filled every taste bud on his tongue, but soon after, a sweet aftertaste followed.
Daoist Chang’an had not left anything for the Glazed Dynasty.
What was left behind was from Lu Changyuan, before he entered Jade Radiance.
Of course, he did not leave any Heaven-nding Pill—only a sword.
A sword that had accompanied Lu Changyuan through retracing the path of the mortal world, through the tribulation of the mortal world, and into Jade Radiance.
Xia Lianxue sat beside Lu Changyuan, slightly absent-minded, lost in thought about sothing unknown.
They had witnessed the light being swallowed.
Su Luo Qiu curled himself into a ball and continued hiding under the table, while Li Qingcao forcefully slurped his noodles.
Lu Changyuan asked curiously:
“Why are you eating so fast?”
Li Qingcao smiled helplessly:
“Brother Lu, look at that monster—its aura now is almost equal to my master’s. We’re dood. So I have to eat quickly, lest I die and beco a hungry ghost.”
He was surprisingly candid.
Lu Changyuan said:
“Brother Li, you truly see through life and death.”
Li Qingcao even drank up the bland soup in his bowl:
“It’s not like I want to. To be honest, after that monster hit once, I’ve broken at least three ribs, and my cultivation is completely unusable. Like this, I can’t even escape.”
Lu Changyuan took another sip:
“Yet you still stubbornly rushed up.”
“So things… soone always has to try.”
Li Qingcao let out a satisfied burp:
“A pity there’s no wine. Otherwise, having a full al and a little drink before death would be quite nice.”
Su Luo Qiu spoke timidly:
“There… there is wine.”
At last, he realized what cultivators were truly like.
The entire Upper Jade Capital had turned into a demonic kingdom.
A putrid stench filled every street.
Rotting flesh fell endlessly from the sky.
And yet these cultivators could still eat, still drink.
Cultivators indeed had great hearts.
Li Qingcao’s face lit up with joy:
“Then bring it quickly! Brother Lu and I hit it off at first sight, yet I haven’t had the chance to drink with him. If I can finish this drink, then all my last wishes will be fulfilled.”
Lu Changyuan waved his hand with a smile:
“No need for . I still have things to do later.”
Saying this, Lu Changyuan stood up and looked toward the sky.
The white streak in the heavens was still there, as always.
Even with dark clouds covering the sky, that white mark could pierce through them.
Sensing the familiar aura drawing closer, Lu Changyuan turned back and asked Xia Lianxue with a smile:
“Do you know how that white streak in the sky ca to be?”
Xia Lianxue froze for a mont, then shook her head.
“Lianxue does not know.”
“That white mark has existed since five thousand years ago. It is said that back then, a sword cultivator cleaved it into the sky.”
A sword from five thousand years ago!?
What kind of sword energy could last so long?
Lu Changyuan seed to be reminiscing:
“I only happened to read about it in an ancient book. That sword cultivator was called Sword Solitary Sun. According to Dao Realm standards, he should have already surpassed Jade Radiance.”
Li Qingcao exclaid:
“Beyond Jade Radiance!?”
“Yes. Ah, she’s here.”
Before Li Qingcao could continue questioning, soone approached from afar.
She carried a birdcage in her left hand and held a sword in her right:
“Master Lu, long ti no see. How have you been?”
Lu Changyuan said:
“Not very well. We haven’t been apart that long… Miss Su, could you let take a look at that sword?”
Su Youwan shook her head:
“No. I am to use this sword to slay the demon.”
Her mission this trip was to bring this sword back to Cihang Palace.
“Can you slay it?”
“I cannot.” Su Youwan’s face was expressionless.
“But I can draw forth a streak of light, so that the White Domain Dao Sect knows there is trouble here.”
Lu Changyuan let out a light laugh:
“By the ti the Dao Sect arrives with reinforcents, our bones may already have gone cold.”
“So then, Master Lu, should we first hold a wedding? Lest when we die, I remain unwed and you unwed.”
For once, Su Youwan made a joke.
Xia Lianxue’s eyes widened.
She looked at Su Youwan and felt this woman was not a good person!
Lu Changyuan sighed:
“Then how about this, Miss Su. I will call out to the sword once. If it responds to , you will hand it over.”
How could a sword possibly speak?
Su Youwan nodded:
“Very well.”
And so Lu Changyuan said:
“Severed Thought.”
Just one word.
The wind surged, clouds roiled.
A violent sword intent swept forth in every direction, and the ringing of the sword seed about to pierce eardrums.
Su Youwan looked on, unsurprised, and said:
“Are you the master of this sword? Or perhaps the heir of its master?”
Lu Changyuan replied calmly:
“Sothing like that.”
Su Youwan tossed the sword down.
In an instant, it landed at Lu Changyuan’s side, incomparably docile.
The blindfolded maiden said:
“So be it. Since that’s the case, the sword is yours.”
Lu Changyuan did not say thanks.
He picked up the sword and casually swung it a few tis.
Hmm. Very light, very handy.
Xia Lianxue walked up beside Lu Changyuan, her voice gentle:
“Master, you must be careful.”
She already knew Lu Changyuan was going to slay the demon.
Lu Changyuan answered her with a smile:
“Of course.”
Then he spoke to the white streak in the sky:
“With the rit of a sword that suppressed demons for a thousand years, surely you will lend a strike.”
That white streak in the heavens was a sword scar, and also sword qi.
It was Sword Solitary Sun’s sword.
At this mont, Lu Changyuan sought a wisp of sword will, using it as a carrier, to slay the demon.
Borrowing a sword from the sky—it sounded absurd.
But Lu Changyuan could borrow it.
Because he had studied Sword Solitary Sun’s sword.
He could be considered half a successor.
And Sword Solitary Sun’s sword was incomparably tyrannical, a sword ant to annihilate all living beings.
As Lu Changyuan’s words fell, Severed Thought circled slowly around him.
The white streak surged, suddenly tearing open the heavens, revealing the sun.
So, another day had passed.
Previously, with the black mist covering the heavens, ti had been impossible to tell.
【One day remains until the Heaven-nding Pill erges】
Fierce winds swept up dust, finally becoming heaven and earth, as if creating a new world, before rging into Severed Thought.
Lu Changyuan carefully sensed the “force” upon the sword.
He had yet to step into the Immortal Path, and his body was battered and broken.
He could not bear sword will.
So the sword will could only attach itself to Severed Thought.
The Supre Pure-Spirit Forget-Immortal Technique ran smoothly.
Lu Changyuan steadied his breath, no longer swayed by the “attachnt” within the sword.
Heaven and earth’s dust beca the three-foot sword in his hand.
Lu Changyuan’s green robe flapped wildly in the wind.
He murmured:
“This was once my favorite sword technique.”
A shrill cry!!!
Su Wu Xiang seed to sense the danger here.
His wailing roar shook the entire demonic kingdom.
Lu Changyuan said calmly:
“Useless. You deceived Rung, but you cannot deceive .”
Those tentacles and black miasma shattered into fragnts the mont they neared Lu Changyuan, swept away by the storm.
Lu Changyuan swung his sword.
But the sword light did not co from the blade in his hand.
It burst forth from the white streak at the edge of the sky, refracting from the sun, twisting space, and annihilating all under heaven.
The sun rose in the east, setting in the west.
So which was fiercer—the blazing sun at dawn, or the setting glow at dusk?
Of course, the falling sun.
The westward sun carried away all fading light, threatening the world, before stepping into profound darkness.
Thus, this strike of Sword Solitary Sun was called—
One Sword from the West!
The brilliant sun fell in one radiant arc!
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