At present, pointing around, he sharply asked:
"For the past half year, the Ghost Buddha Realm has been increasingly unstable. The Phantom Beast’s transformation is escalating, Yin spirits and resentful ghosts are multiplying, making the Central Region uninhabitable. Saying people can’t sustain life doesn’t even cover it — even Spiritual Cultivators can’t sustain life."
"I only ask you, is this transformation caused by you?"
Upon hearing this, Hua Changdeng could only lower his head and sigh, "Yes, but not entirely."
"Quit speaking in riddles!"
Xu Xiaoshou waved his hand, too lazy to guess, "If you can say it, say it. If you can’t, get lost. People who don’t know might think you’re Hallmaster Dao."
Hua Changdeng choked: "The Aura of the God of Death is disturbing, the Phantom City relocating to the mortal world, and the Holy Emperor wishing to act on the continent, naturally causing continuous strange disasters."
His words were reasonable.
Previously, when Wangze Holy Emperor chased Ye Xiaotian, it caused spatial fragntation across the five domains.
If it weren’t for activating the Ancient War God Platform, Xu Xiaoshou and Ai Cangsheng’s battle would’ve further split the five domains.
And the implication of Hua Changdeng’s words...
Xu Xiaoshou narrowed his eyes:
"Do you really have to act?"
"The resentful power blocked the Stairway to Heaven, hindering both realms’ connections. You just enjoy being the sacrificial lamb, seeking trouble?"
How could Hua Changdeng not detect the mockery in these words?
The obstruction of the Stairway to Heaven seed only a hindrance between realms, but it was actually about the Ancestral God intervening in the continent’s five domains.
But so matters can’t be clarified in just a few words.
He shook his head slowly, without responding.
"Backing down?"
Xu Xiaoshou didn’t know what this Lao Deng was thinking. Seeing him silent, he changed the question:
"Elder Yu climbed the Stairway to Heaven half a year ago. You ca from above the Stairway to Heaven. Do you know any news of him?"
Hua Changdeng looked up.
Outsiders couldn’t see his face, but Xu Xiaoshou’s gaze was like a torch.
This person looked as if he was in his forties, with thin features, eyebrows longer than his eyes, and though his eyelids flickered with a cold light, he seed on the verge of old age but was deeply hidden with sharpness, a dangerous individual!
Hua Changdeng paused, didn’t speak explicitly, just said:
"You’re a smart person."
Once he said this, Xu Xiaoshou already had a bad premonition in his heart.
In fact, he didn’t want to ask this question at all, and even for the past half year, he deliberately avoided thinking about the answer to this question directly.
But this inquiry was not for himself but for Little Yu, who had been concerned for a long ti. He imdiately clasped his fists and solemnly said:
"I’m a fool. I don’t know, and I ask the Ghost Sword Immortal to enlighten ."
...
Southern Underworld.
Yu Zhiwen, dressed in black, stood silently on the rocky shore of the lonely island.
The waves crashed, the lonely island covered with sword marks, lifeless everywhere. Yu Zhiwen held a sword in her hand, but it hung powerlessly.
She tightly held the golden beads, not for transmitting Dao, but because her spiritual senses were connected, also paying attention to the occurrences in the Ghost Buddha Realm.
The lonely island had no one else besides Yu Zhiwen, only accompanied by Li Fuyu in plain robes with a sword at her waist. Seeing the fish beside her suddenly look startled, she asked:
"What happened?"
For the past half year, Xu Xiaoshou had been devoted to cultivating his na.
Li Fuyu had always been waiting for him to go to the sword tower with her, but unfortunately, Xu Xiaoshou was not interested in the sword tower, and the battle from before ended in her defeat.
She couldn’t insist, so the matter dragged on and on.
Later, Yu Zhiwen entered the Apricot Realm and practiced swordsmanship outside the Herb Garden of the Divine Farr, where Li Fuyu passed by and gave so guidance.
Both were of tranquil temperant, spoke few words, and unexpectedly found affinity.
In the following months, their exchanges deepened.
Though not as close as sisters talking about everything, they shared a bond of swordsmanship, both as teachers and friends, often arranging to practice swordsmanship together.
This Yellow Stone Island, located deep in the Southern Underworld, with beautiful scenery and jagged rocks, mainly unfrequented.
For the past half year, it was the best place for Yu and Liu to practice swordsmanship.
Today, Yu Zhiwen’s mind was not on the sword but kept clutching this "Zhang Xing" — seeing too much of Zhang Xing indeed hinders the sword!
Yu Zhiwen seed to suppress her emotions, murmuring: "Xu Xiaoshou, encountered the Sword Deity Hua..."
Hua Changdeng?
Li Fuyu’s face was a bit puzzled, rembering this was the only one among the Seven Sword Deities of the previous generation who was sanctified with Ancient Sword Technique.
She had heard of legends about him since coming to Shengshen Continent, but had never seen even a portrait.
"Let take a look."
She took Yu Zhiwen’s hand and sat down close to her.
Yu Zhiwen activated the golden bead, causing an image to pop up, through which she observed with spiritual senses, and Li Fuyu could see with the naked eye, there standing two confronting individuals.
Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t be mistaken for another, still acting unaffected.
The person opposite, though not showing appearance, exuded an aura of aloofness, like a cold moon in the sky, giving a sense of indifference that keeps strangers away.
"Where is this?"
"Inquiring about my Grandpa Yu..."
Li Fuyu was startled, quickly recalling.
Yu Zhiwen’s great-grandfather should be Elder Yu, who was killing his way up the Stairway to Heaven when sanctifying as the Emperor Yu Kunpeng.
Afterwards, his life or death remained uncertain.
Xu Xiaoshou had obviously finished asking.
Sword Deity Hua’s response was very calm, as if discussing a trivial matter:
"First settle internal affairs before dealing with external ones."
"Since my spiritual will can travel across the power of resentnt to the five regions, how could it continue to stir chaos above the Stairway to Heaven?"
Yu Zhiwen’s body stiffened, turning to stone on the reef.
Li Fuyu opened her lips, but could only sigh deeply. She gently held Little Yu’s hand, speechless.
Xu Xiaoshou remained silent.
He knew Little Yu might be watching at this mont.
Having already voiced the question, long pain was better than short pain, so he might as well ask clearly. He pursued the question:
"Who did it?"
Sword Deity Hua seed surprised.
He lifted his eyelids, giving Xu Xiaoshou a deep look, trying to read sothing.
Xu Xiaoshou didn’t stop: "I heard the Cold Palace Emperor is in seclusion, Emperor Qianshi is hidden from the world, Bei Huai is unrepentant but confined and unable to erge, Wangze is dead, no heart, no strength..."
He continued.
At the Southern Underworld, Yu Zhiwen grasped tighter.
Li Fuyu had no choice but to counter with sword force, amazed that this seemingly delicate woman could unleash such reckless forces.
Were this couple both wild?
"Indeed..."
Sword Deity Hua lifted the copper lamp in his hand, looking down at the flickering candlelight inside, interrupting Xu Xiaoshou’s words.
He looked up, speaking word by word:
"I did it."
A thunderous roar!
The words had hardly left his mouth when the imagery of the River of Oblivion behind him reassembled.
This ti, there was no Other Shore Bridge over it, its murky yellow water seeping blood-red, like the boundless Dead Sea.
Corpses floated in the river, fierce ghosts wailing, drowning within.
Suddenly, a wailing sound echoed through the heavens and earth, stirring movent under the River of Oblivion, raising monstrous waves as a sky-covering beast leapt from the river.
Throughout the five regions, all Spiritual Cultivators witnessing this scene could hear the matchmaker’s voice of suspicion and uncertainty:
"Kun..."
Yes, it was indeed a Kun Beast!
Yet the Kun Beast that leapt from the depths of the river sea was covered in wounds, marked all over with sword scars, almost stripped to its skeleton.
Its body covered in holes and bleeding profusely, like a yellow waterfall pouring from the heavens, causing anyone who saw it to shiver with fear.
The Kun’s cry, once resonant, now was only desolate.
That giant Kun Beast that leaped into the sky transford into a great roc in the void, still imnse enough to block out the sky and the sun, but...
The roc’s wings were broken, unable to soar upward;
Its body had no feathers, extrely ugly.
With another thunderous roar, the Kun-Peng failed to rise, unable to fly, ultimately plunging back into the endless Water of Oblivion.
Everything returned to calm.
...
"Snap."
Yu Zhiwen cut off the Golden Apricot image, standing up silently.
She stood on the reef of Yellow Stone Island, swaying as if a gust of wind could topple her.
The expansive Southern Underworld offered nowhere to call ho, and the ocean spray chilling her face felt cold; for the first ti she felt the ice-cold.
"The sea is cold..."
The sea breeze persisted, everything was different now.
Yu Zhiwen could see no ho, roaming all Four Seas could find no place.
At the Phantom City, Sword Deity Hua also sensed the temperature dropping, but remained unmoved.
Xu Xiaoshou was silent.
He instead drew a sword from behind his waist.
This sword was illusory, its sword body spotless, yet the sword itself was full of dents. Sword Deity Hua passed his fingers over it, his face impassive, voice low:
"Kun blood sacrifices the sword, Peng feathers hone the blade."
"Cleaving bodies under the sword, spirits bound to the River of Oblivion."
"If he hadn’t t , not fought , perhaps among the five great secret realms, he would have found a place."
Xu Xiaoshou stared at him, suddenly recalling Bazhun’an’s face in his mind.
He discovered that those who cultivated to the end of the Great Path shared a common trait, whether Sword Deity Hua or Bazhun’an.
Later, he had asked Bazhun’an why he massacred the Su Mansion that day, nearly wiping out the entire family line of Su Qianqian’s sword protectors.
Bazhun’an, with the sa indifferent expression, replied:
"Path struggle, no reason, just fulfillnt."
Snapping out of his thoughts, Sword Deity Hua looked back indifferently.
He sheathed his sword at his waist, the candlelight in the lamp in his hand dim, his expression as usual, without a hint of apology as he said:
"People die, like lamps going out. If this person was very important to you... I’m sorry."
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