Stunned.
Wang Jixuan sat on a white cloud, staring blankly at the giant sword lying on his knees.
The sword hilt, Little Sang’s phantom sat cross-ard and annoyed there, furious about the Nine Spirits Sword Venerable pulling it out without its permission.
Compared to Little Sang losing her body and ho,
Wang Jixuan seems to have lost even more...
Sothing seed to have been stripped from him just now.
His Sword Dao, from practicing Sword Control Technique at Wangxian Valley to his thousand-year understanding of Sword Dao during his sixteen thousand years of slumber, was shattered and obliterated in an instant.
Yet, his Tao Foundation beca purer, and his Primordial Spirit seed poised to transform.
How did this happen?
The new teacher is a bit too domineering!
Moreover, the Moonlight Sword, given by Senior Bai Gu, the owner of the Moon God Palace, and about to birth spirituality, was shattered by the new teacher. It seed he was being told he must free himself from the influence of the Moon God Palace...
All of this filled Daoist Wang’s heart with deep emotions.
However, one thing he could be sure of.
He was safe!
At this mont, the white cloud he was on hovered high above the East Sea, about two hundred thousand miles from the Fusang Divine Wood.
Nine Spirits Sword Venerable, Sword Nine, sat on a white cloud above, chatting happily with Luo Tianjin of the Gun God Palace, perhaps even about to have a drink.
Other experts from the Gun God Palace waited in the distance; that Silver Dragon also transford into an old man with white hair, hands behind his back, gazing forlornly at the horizon while riding the cloud.
A mont ago, this farce over the East Sea had already ended.
Wang Jixuan felt quite regretful.
He regretted not witnessing Nine Spirits Sword Venerable striking Master Zhi Hui, making him vomit blood, and reportedly unable to advance for a thousand years.
He also regretted not being able to retrieve the Annihilation Bombs buried around the Fusang Divine Wood.
His simple wish to sneak into the Dark Sect Headquarters and give the Heavenly Dao Stele a bit of gamma-ray treatnt was, of course, completely unachievable today.
Actually, Wang Jixuan was well aware in his heart.
How could sneaking into the headquarters of the Dark Sect be easy?
Even though Po Luo could only utilize part of the Heavenly Dao’s resources, he would surely sense and foil any threats significant enough to inflict imnse loss on the Dark Sect or Tianluo.
Especially since the Heavenly Dao Stele had already been sending commands to Zhi Hui and others about a chanical Demon lurking nearby...
In short, if he couldn’t blow it up this ti, he’d just try again next ti.
What about the remaining dozen or so Annihilation Bombs—will they just be wasted?
Actually, they wouldn’t.
When Wang Jixuan buried these Annihilation Bombs, he set up Barriers using the Ti Dao. Each was deeply hidden, and even if the folks from the Feather God Palace found them, they couldn’t activate them, nor would they dare bring them back...
—Annihilation Bombs are inherently unstable. Without chanical maintenance over extended periods, antimatter can easily break free of magnetic constraints, leading to spontaneous explosion.
This is unlike nuclear bombs, which require incendiary blasts to achieve the critical conditions needed for nuclear material ignition.
Annihilation Bombs explode with the slightest leak.
Mu Dan also set up so reverse engineering devices, so trying to forcibly open them would result in all the bombs exploding simultaneously.
As for whether this would damage the Immortal Realm’s flora, well, that’s beyond their concern.
Moreover, Mu Dan could detonate those bombs any ti; they’ve all been equipped with quantum communication devices.
Currently, the Fusang Divine Wood is heavily protected by the Feather God Palace, whose experts are setting up a large array before sealing it back within a small world.
Wang Jixuan felt indifferent about it.
The spirituality born of the Divine Wood is already in front of him.
As for how the Dark Sect Immortals would retaliate?
Wang Jixuan wasn’t worried at all.
After all, as a disciple of the Sword God Palace, anyone daring to attack him would have to contend with the Daluo Golden Immortals of the Sword God Palace first!
"Sigh..."
Wang Jixuan let out a gentle sigh, his lips curling into a serene smile.
Little Sang, seeing this, imdiately said, a bit wronged, "I didn’t know this swordsman would be so ruthless, directly abolishing your painstakingly cultivated Sword Dao... Thank you, for still standing up for under such circumstances..."
"No thanks necessary," Wang Jixuan shook his head, "Without your Divine Wood Blessing, I wouldn’t have even set foot on the arena, and Elder Hou would have cut off my future."
"Future?"
Daoist Wang pointed at the two clouds above:
"Being able to apprentice under Master Jiuling is naturally a great opportunity for . Don’t take it too hard; even though my Sword Dao was abolished, I’ll soon learn a stronger, purer Sword Dao.
"Out with the old, in with the new.
"And in the short term, I don’t need to worry about my safety."
Little Sang cocked her head, appearing confused.
Wang Jixuan suddenly rembered sothing, smiled, and said, "I’ll send you to play with Xiao Huating."
"Okay!"
Little Sang imdiately cheered up.
As happy as a child who hadn’t lost her body.
...
On the clouds above.
Nine Spirits Sword Venerable smiled with his eyes squinting, the wine pot in his hand already less than half full.
Luo Tianjin, lying on a cloud beside him, blushed, let out a drunken hiccup, and chuckled as if intoxicated.
"Little Jiu, what do you plan to do with your new disciple?"
"Hmm?" Nine Spirits Sword Venerable seed surprised by his senior uncle’s question, and replied softly, "Naturally, bring him back to the Daoist temple to carefully guide him; his comprehension of the Sword Dao surpasses mine, and his future achievents might not be inferior to mine."
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