The hilt of Qingju is wrapped with an extrely ordinary flax-colored coarse rope, and the sword scabbard is a standard five-edged iron sword you can find in any blacksmith shop by the roadside.
The only distinction between Qingju and a common iron sword lies in its palm-length, half-foot broken blade and in the middle of the blade, which the swordsmith deliberately engraved with a faint azure dragon line.
"So ordinary!"
Qingju beca famous thirty years ago and is now a household na.
Yet only at this mont did the Five Regions truly see the appearance of this broken sword clearly.
But could this ordinary iron sword, with a blade as short as its hilt, be the only reliance of Bazhun’an in the Sword Column Array and the ten thousand Ghost Hunters?
"I feel like it might not work?"
What is the Sword Column Array? It is constructed from the five great chaotic divine instrunts and five fad swords.
Ghost Hunter beca famous in ancient tis, even earlier than Qingju. Despite similar experiences, it was a common soul weapon, nourished by ti and fa, to beco a fad sword.
Ghost Hunter, however, is the predecessor!
Ten innately nurtured fad swords, one senior of fad swordsmanship...
In terms of Qingju.
With the Phantom Beast of rootless spirits, the swordsmanship of the Ancestor God Hua Changdeng at its peak...
In terms of Bazhun’an.
The bright moon shines on the glowworms, determining victory from defeat.
So, Qingju arrived late, seeing its owner for the last ti, and was dumbfounded, comprehensible to the Five Regions.
But what the Five Regions could not understand was...
Even though Ghost Hunter had already obliterated Bazhun’an Jianwo, Hua Changdeng seed as if he had seen a ghost, repeatedly retreating in utter horror, staring at Qingju and exclaiming:
"Impossible!"
"This is impossible!"
"How, how, how... could it be?!"
Qingju remained silent.
It took the Burial Sword Tomb as its scabbard and concealed the sword for thirty years while it wept for thirty years.
Now, unsheathed into the world, the first thing it encountered was the sword-bearer’s death, yet not a single tear was shed.
It rely started to tremble gently.
"Buzz."
...
Underneath Fusang City, Black Chicken widened its eyes; this broken sword...
What did it see?
Surprisingly, this broken sword was like a person, performing the Witness Sword Technique?
Bazhun’an observes the sword, giving birth to sword life.
Qingju observes nothing, deriving existence from nothing; the "I" of Bazhun’an erges like sword cognition from nothing to existence!
"Rely..."
Xu Xiaoshou suddenly realized sothing.
That series of Hua Changdeng’s exclamations intended not to question "why," but to reveal that this was the "Ping" in the Emotionless Sword Technique’s "Mountain and Sea Ping".
Just like his Two-Life Connection and Reincarnation Token, as long as this life does not perish, the previous life will not die; likewise, if the previous life persists, no one in this life can directly erase it.
This is "Ping"!
Mountain and Sea Ping defines oneself with the world’s mountains and rivers, yet possesses a flaw. Should the mountains and rivers be erased, the self would unanchor, becoming a rootless duckweed, easily killed.
The Reincarnation Token prevails at a superficial level because it defines the present life by the previous, making it highly challenging for most, even the Ancestor God, to master the Super Taoization of the Ti Dao to obliterate Xu Xiaoshou’s past life, consequently impacting this life.
But "Qingju" and "Bazhun’an," using "sword" to rely on "," and "" to rely on "sword," together they mutually define one another, becoming each other’s Yin and Yang.
Yin persists, Yang endures.
Sword, I.
This indeed is "Sword "!
...
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle."
In a re mont, Qingju observes nothingness.
From nothing to sothing, sword cognition entwines, intertwining, and taking human shape.
After sacrificing body, spirit, and intent, yet amidst the Sword Column Array and ten thousand Ghost Hunters, Bazhun’an sacrifices self, using Qingju as a reliance to pull himself back from "void" and "dream".
With Qingju as the backbone, sword cognition remolds the Indestructible Sword Body.
Bazhun’an and Qingju are no longer separated left and right, Yin and Yang, with distinct boundaries that need grasping to achieve "unison".
They directly rged into one, forming a perfectly complete zero... no, an "〇"!
"Hua Changdeng, did you understand?"
"21 Fad Swords, the mystique of the Sword Ancestor, I couldn’t show to you, but you, all of you, the one thing you most wanted to see..."
Bazhun’an lifted his eyes, seemingly staring at the Ancestral God watching from the border, slightly raising his sleeves, "I believe, I have accomplished it."
Silence, tranquility.
No abnormalities whatsoever.
No path energy light bursting forth.
The mystical imagery at the tail of Qingju vanished after returning to zero.
After Bazhun’an reappeared atop Lingyu Mountain, no unique imagery was induced between heaven and earth, as if he were an ancient rock left untouched.
He was always there.
He was supposed to stand there.
No "out of place", no "enlightennt," never "transcended," hence no attention from thunder calamities, nor destruction, extinguishing humans, or everything.
However...
"Impossible!"
"It shouldn’t be!"
Hua Changdeng staggered in disbelief, gazing skyward.
Above the firmant, beyond the stars, indeed, there was no congregation of the Ancestral God Destruction Tribulation.
Bazhun’an, he’s just Bazhun’an.
He is simply a man and sword as one.
Before this, he dispelled his spiritual source, techniques, and life, standing before himself in an ordinary, real form.
"Still not understanding?"
Bazhun’an smiled and stepped forward, his mouth opened...
"Shut up!"
Hua Changdeng suddenly went crazy, retreating several miles, "I didn’t ask you to chant!"
Bazhun’an paused for a mont, then chuckled.
He bent down to pick up a mountain stone, without spiritual source, without techniques, without Sword Will, the stone naturally arrived, everything aligning with path energy, as if it were ant to be.
He cast the stone into the lake...
Where is the lake on Lingyu Mountain?
Hua Changdeng’s eyes widened, and the five regions were inexplicably terrified.
But as the stone went forth, indeed, there was a lake ahead, surrounded by white jade railings, and there were a few plump geese.
"Cackle cackle cackle..."
The stone sank into the lake, the geese startled, cried out as they swam away, that was all.
"That was all."
Bazhun’an returned his gaze to Hua Changdeng, his voice heavier:
"The path, that was all."
"The path, has no top, no bottom, no high, no low, non-action yet nothing not done, thus it’s final-stage and naturally without calamity."
He stepped forward again.
Hua Changdeng’s eyes tore with rage, retreating three more miles: "Impossible! Impossible!"
Bazhun’an smiled.
Hua Changdeng’s pupils enlarged.
He was not Bazhun’an, he was Yunshan Emperor Realm, that highest mountain unreachable even by ancestors!
Bazhun’an smiled again.
Hua Changdeng’s pupil shook.
No, he wasn’t the mountain, he was just Bazhun’an, as he said, that was all.
Bazhun’an smiled once more.
Hua Changdeng completely collapsed.
He saw the Yunshan Emperor Realm again, that supre mountain unscalable...
What is this?
What is this thing?
What ability is this?
The stone, Goose Lake, things that shouldn’t be there, saying they exist and they do... Dream Realm? A dream spanning ages? Dream Ancestor? Has he beco the Dream Ancestor?
Seeing the mountain as a mountain, seeing the mountain not as a mountain, seeing the mountain still as a mountain... Man and sword as one, not ordinary but returning to its true origins?
No!
Returning to its origins, yet can’t be this "real"!
That kind of "real", is "path", is the "path" that exists everywhere, sotis with nature, sotis as one pleases, sotis creating sothing from nothing.
But it isn’t "real", isn’t "path", Bazhun’an without spiritual source, without techniques, without life, how can he casually create everything?
"What are you?"
Hua Changdeng’s thoughts scattered, tangled up, unable to restrain his loss of control, confusion turned to terror, roaring hysterically:
"Bazhun’an, what on earth are you?!"
Deathly silence, that’s Lingyu Mountain now.
Bazhun’an is sotis Bazhun’an, sotis Qingju, sotis his spine is Qingju, Bazhun’an Jianwo returning to zero and final-stage.
"I, what am I?"
Bazhun’an frowned.
The feeling erged, he tried his best.
Yet he couldn’t explain to Hua Changdeng, to the Five Domains Ancient Sword Cultivators, or to Xu Xiaoshou observing "" at this mont, "I," what exactly am I.
"I am just ."
Bazhun’an took another step forward.
Hua Changdeng forcibly restrained his backward steps, watching with terror.
Bazhun’an tilted his hand, Qingju appeared, he instantly shattered Jianwo, Qingju visualized him.
Bazhun’an shook his hand, Qingju shattered, he once again grasped the East, thus A Sword from the East.
Repeating this cycle, Yin and Yang aligned.
Not a single excess, returning to zero and final-stage.
"This is ."
"If you still don’t understand, perhaps in this way, you might see more clearly..."
Bazhun’an tilted Qingju, his eyes suddenly hardened.
He took a step forward, using Lingyu as a foundation, the entire Central Region, a silver sword cognition unwound brightly.
With a boom, thunder calamity sound exploded in the sky.
Bazhun’an raised his sword, piercing self, body faded and spirit fell, and so the thunder calamity vanished with him.
"Impossible!"
Hua Changdeng shouted in terror.
The Demon Ancestor outside the realm was also confused.
Yet at this mont, the Taoist music of heaven and earth resounded, cleansing all directions:
"Shatter my body, spirit, and will, call the sword to open the Heavenly Gate."
"This is an Immortal among Mortals, also known as the Ancestral God."
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