Chapter 3197: Chapter 1626: The Book of Answers, Sword Observation Manual, The Path Erges from Within, The Eighth Immortal_3
“All phenona are equal, cultivating more than ten paths, each mastered. Yet insight gained is nothing but the tip of the iceberg, abandoned.”
“One leaf can fill rivers and seas, one stone can shatter the sky. Later generations cultivate based on one leaf, one stone, finding deep within their paths a door nad ‘Profound Mystery’.”
Ye Shixiang?
No!
The aning of these words is that one need not fuss over the form itself; by observing a single leaf or stone, those with realization quality can ascend to Godhood-Sealing and Ancestor.
For those destined not to reach that apex, no matter how strong or nurous the forms they cultivate, it’s of no use.
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“Damn it…”
People from over thirty years ago were far ahead of their ti.
The phrase “Eighth Sword Deity” – why does it hold such sway in the Eastern Region’s Holy Sword Land, outshining the Burial Sword Tomb and other Way of the Sword factions, eclipsing even the seven big bosses from that generation of Seven Sword Deities? It seems the answer can be found within the “Sword Observation Manual.”
“Bazhun’an…”
With strong and complex emotions, he calls the na again, but the cocky youthful phantom in the ancient book world remains unmoved.
Perhaps it hears but casts disdain.
Perhaps it cannot hear and thus does not respond.
It doesn’t matter much anymore.
Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t help but have another wicked thought:
It’s really good that the Eighth Sword Deity died. Or to put it bluntly, Bazhun’an should have just died!
Such a person, just living is the biggest flaw.
The only condition missing for him to beco a truly perfect legend – his death!
“Only through death, the ‘Sword Observation Manual’ can beco a priceless supre treasure, driving the world mad…”
…
“Xu Xiaoshou!”
A telepathic communication from the Spirit Rhinoceros Technique interrupts Xu Xiaoshou who had beco ravenous upon flipping through the “Sword Observation Manual” again.
He quickly regains his senses and hears Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang speedily advise:
“Stay alert to the status of Cursed Yin.
“Pride Void is not absolute; even a cornered dog will leap over a wall. My suggestion is, if you can withstand it, unleash the second and third swords consecutively.”
“If you still have strength left, don’t limit yourself to the ‘Three Swords Contract’; unleash as many swords as possible until you either slay it or force its presence!”
You’re so dirty…
Xu Xiaoshou murmurs silently but then looks at Cursed Yin, wrapped in devilish energy, manically deploying all sorts of techniques, feeling it’s not enough – even putting all treasures out as a shield.
Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang’s line of thought is actually correct.
Indeed, His Holy Emperor Wangze’s physique was destroyed by , and His true physique was shattered by The Divine.
But if truly faced with death or forced into a state of slumber again…
Would Cursed Yin still honor the contract?
Would Ancestral God not have a trump card, like a fully charged Passive Fist, a sudden Disillusionnt Finger, bursting out to obliterate ?
Xu Xiaoshou takes stock of his trump card arsenal, straightening out his thoughts:
“Maybe given so ti, after I finish the ‘Sword Observation Manual’, I could slay Him, this guy’s condition is terrible…”
“But if the final cost is ‘myself’, and I manage only to force Him into slumber, unable to thoroughly annihilate Him…”
“Not worth it!”
Invoking Divine Possession, not to slay a God.
At least it must protect , or in a critical mont, Bazhun’an, could you help withstand His counterattack?
…
“Second Sword!”
From afar, a shout erupts, and Cursed Yin’s spirit is impatient.
Guarded by the Great Well-behaved Bell, with the Holy Ancestor Stone Carvings pulled out to blockade in front, a piece of blue stone, likely from the Heavenly Realm Stone, hovers above its head.
In front, five folding screens of mountain and river scenes rotate slowly, behind is the Dragon and Phoenix phantom ready to charge up, and below the Technique Ancestor Ruins open to reveal countless treasures, ready to be summoned at any mont.
Vaguely visible, there was a huge silver shield resting quietly, which made Xu Xiaoshou’s breath beco heavy… the “Shield Treasure”…
“Second Sword!”
“Co! Battle!!”
Cursed Yin, like ants on a hot pan, had completely lost the image of the Ancestral God, carrying countless heavy turtle shells, his three eyes bulging almost to the point of bursting.
Xu Xiaoshou narrowed his eyes slightly, with the Fourth Sword flipping out in his hand, his Finger Sword once again brushed over the sword body.
“Swish—”
A lodious sword cry, borrowing the power of the Heavenly Realm Core, pierced through the Divine Relics’ Three Heavens.
Assisted by sword cognition, it quietly traversed the spaceti turbulence and crept into the galaxy through the gap in Cursed Yin’s seal.
“Bazhun’an…”
At this mont, a soft voice murmured, echoing throughout the Galaxy.
Xu Xiaoshou stood diagonally with his sword, beneath which a Way of the Sword Disc spun open.
What caused Cursed Yin to feel bewilderingly amazing and Hallmaster Dao to shiver was that beneath the Way of the Sword Disc, a thick ancient book appeared.
“Rustle rustle…”
The book flipped its pages.
A gentle ripple spread out.
Indescribable, without specific shape or intention.
With a “boom,” Sky City Hallmaster’s Master Sword Intent couldn’t suppress the explosion any longer. He couldn’t help but want to bend over, wanting to worship.
Hallmaster Dao gritted his teeth as he resisted such humiliating behavior, sowhat regretting choosing the path of an ancient swordsman.
“Indeed, he has the Sword Observation Manual on him!”
…
Burial Sword Tomb.
Atop East Mountain Summit, one of the Seven Breaks.
The high soaring ones are green sword-cone-shaped plants, leaves edged with black spots, sharp enough to sever the void.
Among the sword-cone leaves that blood like lotuses, or like Sword Scabbards, there was a thick fleshy leaf shooting straight into the sky as if it were the sword body, its end piercing into the stars.
Wen Ting, dressed in white, staggered and leaned on a stone beside the Sword Hemp, by comparison tiny as an ant.
“Bazhun’an…”
When the voice ca as a ripple of thought and was intercepted, Wen Ting spoke:
“Sword Hemp, did you hear that? This is the place.”
Swish!
The Sword Hemp leaves responded in unison, with black cracks appearing out of the void.
Wen Ting spoke no more but pinched Path Principles with one hand and grasped a Sword Hemp leaf with the other, his nose twitching as if sniffing sothing.
“At the crucial mont, if Bazhun’an really can’t make it, I will take action.”
“Sword Hemp, you must help . You know… I’m afraid of death.”
…
Rumble rumble rumble.
The stone door of the cave thunderously opened.
The Storyteller bounced up and, patting her skirt, said with a smile, “The clone has found the person, Wen Ting said he would take action and advised you not to interfere… You can go back to seclusion, Xu Xiaoshou will be alright~”
Bazhun’an didn’t reply but walked straight out of the stone door, out of the cave, and leaned against the wall to the bare mountainside outside.
He looked up at the sky, narrowed his eyes, and raised a hand to his forehead, his muddy gaze as if trying to pierce through sothing.
“What’s the matter?”
The Storyteller cautiously approached, feeling that her brother could peer into the very essence of the Great Path. Truly impressive.
Bazhun’an shook his head and squinted at the sky again, murmuring:
“Has the sun not set yet?”
“The light, it’s a bit dazzling…”
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