The Breeze drifted in front of Li Shiyi, stirring a subtle airflow.
The subtle airflow seed to be influenced by so extrely profound technique, lingering in the air, ineradicable.
And so, it turned into a word.
Word by word, it ford a line.
A short line of words conveyed a piece of extraordinarily critical news.
So critical that even the descriptor 'extraordinarily' seed sowhat insufficient.
The people in Heart City did not know about what had happened at Dragon City Pass.
Li Shiyi didn't know either.
He only knew that the Sect Master was trying every possible thod to kill the Soul Venerable and Yu Venerable, thereby rescuing Central Spirit from its dilemma.
Li Shiyi had great faith in the Sect Master, but when he actually saw the news of the Soul Venerable and Yu Venerable's demise, at first, he was caught in overwhelming shock and ecstasy.
Hence, when the Breeze didn't cease its action and the second line of words appeared in the air, although his pupils widened abruptly, the shock and ecstasy in his heart still remained, not fading imdiately.
"The Soul Venerable and Yu Venerable are dead," he murmured in a slightly hoarse voice.
"...The Sect Master is also dead."
The emotions brought by the two pieces of news were so starkly contrasting that even Li Shiyi, having lived through three lives, didn't know what emotion to feel at this mont.
To the extent that he hadn't considered one question.
Since the Sect Master was no longer alive, then who was controlling the Breeze before him?
......
The descent of the divine weapon Breeze brought a turning point for the Human Race.
Yes, the turning point ca just this simply.
As long as the Soul Venerable and Yu Venerable were dead, it ant that the Incessant Domain would soon fall into inevitable chaos.
It ant that the Demon Army, brazenly aggressive outside the Endless Mountain Range, could absolutely not maintain their assault any longer.
They had risked their lives and everything, watching the most vigorous offensive of the Demon Race for so long, waiting for nothing less than hope?
Now, hope was not distant, and it was within their grasp.
They just needed to hold on until the Incessant Domain erupted into chaos, forcing the Demon Race to retreat.
Though, this 'just' was also exceedingly difficult.
.....
On the other side of the battlefield, or perhaps in a concealed spot behind the Demon Race's battleground.
Lu Qingshan's eyes were slightly closed, one hand hanging down gently.
He had maintained this state for a long ti.
Beside him, Shui Yue Pavilion Master watched the young man's tall silhouette with a look full of amazent.
After traversing thousands of miles, crossing the Demon Occupied Zone and the endless Spirit Sea Tide, they had finally made it from Dragon City Pass to the Endless Mountain Range.
But embarrassingly, they arrived a step too late... or perhaps several steps too late.
Presently, nearly ten million soldiers of the Demon Race army stood between them and Heart City.
Unless one was a Sword Immortal, no Cultivator could possibly cross this military formation of nearly ten million demonic cultivators to enter Heart City at this ti.
In fact, the combined strength of Lu Qingshan and Shui Yue Pavilion Master, even on such a battlefield, could be considered impressive.
But rely impressive, certainly not to the extent of altering the course of the battle.
So whether they could enter Heart City seed not all that critical either.
Despite saying so, the truth was that while Lu Qingshan and Shui Yue Pavilion Master's strength couldn't change the battle, the news they held in their hands had that potential.
Because the news of the Soul Venerable and Yu Venerable's demise would grant Human Cultivators belief and hope.
....
Belief and hope are terms that might seem very intangible, very elusive.
Yet they have always existed, real and forceful in their existence.
Those with hope can unleash strength beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Just like the Human Cultivators holding the Endless Mountain Range now, they desperately needed belief and hope, rather than chanically and wearily coping with the Demon's assault in helplessness and despair.
...
But how could the ssage be delivered if they themselves couldn't pass through?
....Ordinarily, that would be the case.
But there are always exceptions to everything.
For Lu Qingshan, such exceptions occurred with remarkable frequency.
Though he couldn't cross the army formation of the Demon Race, it didn't an he couldn't deliver the ssage to Heart City.
Because while he couldn't pass through, the sword.... could.
The Breeze, endowed with the Contain Light divine skill, is a Breathless Sword.
This was the premise, the prerequisite for the flying sword to traverse the vast army.
Otherwise, could one flying sword really be more powerful than a Nine Realms Cultivator?
Moreover, with the Heart Eye and Undertake Shadow enhancing it, Lu Qingshan's flying sword range of sixty thousand miles was the necessary condition for the flying sword to cross the Demon Army.
The battlefield of millions of demonic forces stretches thousands of miles, its edge far beyond sight, with no techniques capable of reaching the core from the edge.
Except for flying swords.
Lastly, it was the spiritual nature of Breeze as a Taoist Artifact that allowed it to find the most opportune mont to enter the Central Spirit Formation on its own.
All three points were indispensable.
With the combination of these three, Lu Qingshan accomplished this sword across the Endless Mountain Range and the rolling demon tide.
This kind of swordplay might not have the visual impact of a flying sword scattering thousands of troops in battle, but its technical prowess was no less impressive.
If not, why would Shui Yue Pavilion Master, one of the deputy pavilion masters of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, well-inford as he was, easily reveal emotions of shock?
...
Lu Qingshan opened his eyes, a certain light flickering in his dark pupils.
He extended his hand, slightly turning the palm upwards in midair.
A sword ca from afar.
A fleeting sword materialized in his hand.
The sword's body was entirely Tian Qing, with a texture reminiscent of exquisite porcelain.
The Breeze.
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