In a certain sense, it was precisely those people within the Sword Light and their sects that saved the Central Spirit, and saved them.
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Sunlight pierced through the gaps in the clouds, falling onto Lu Qingshan’s face.
He looked at the land below, which seed like paradise compared to the Long Night Mountains, lost in thought.
Sword Master Wuju accompanied the Vastness Peak Master, whose cultivation had not yet recovered, closely following beside Lu Qingshan.
Li Shiyi watched Lu Qingshan’s profile, his brow full of worry.
After this battle in the Central Spirit, only he remained among the three Peak Masters, the old Sect Master had perished, and of over a thousand Sword Sect cultivators, less than a hundred scattered individuals remained.
Their vitality severely damaged.
This was the weakest mont for the Sword Sect, a ti when everything needed revival.
At the sa ti, it was the most perilous situation.
The invasion of the Heart Demon Clan was undoubtedly the prelude to the upcoming Second Great War between the Dao and Demons.
This was the fate that the Human Race had to face.
At such a ti, the Sword Sect, which had inherited for millions of years, welcod the youngest and the lowest cultivation level Sect Master in its history.
Could this young Sect Master really shoulder such a heavy responsibility?
Li Shiyi looked at Lu Qingshan’s slender figure, his gaze wandering, finally landing on the purple sandalwood sword box on Lu Qingshan’s back, falling into a long silence.
In silence, their group entered the teleportation array, embarking on the journey back to the Eastern Domain.
After returning to the Eastern Domain, Lu Qingshan did not imdiately head to Yun Pass, but directly diverted to the Inverted Mountain Range, heading to the Sword Sect.
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Ten years later, the Sword Sect was very quiet, even sowhat desolate.
There was no sound of disciples sparring with swords, no sword light traversing the clouds, and not many ca to welco them.
Yet, the returning Sword Cultivators of the Sword Sect were not surprised, nor did anyone care.
Because they all knew, the disciples of the Sword Sect, following the roar of swords on the western wind a decade ago, mostly embarked on the path of the westward expedition.
Moreover, the Sword Sect was their ho, going to war and then returning ho was an unquestionable matter, why would there be a need for a welcoming?
After returning to the Sword Sect, the more than a hundred Sword Cultivators dispersed in tacit understanding, flying towards their respective peaks.
They were very tired and needed to return "ho" to rest, otherwise, that string would eventually snap.
This was also why Lu Qingshan did not go to Yun Pass first, but brought everyone back to the Sword Sect.
He was the sa, after entering the Sword Sect, he headed towards Qing Peak.
However, compared to others, Lu Qingshan was a bit luckier.
Because there was soone at "ho" to welco his return.
Two people, two familiar yet strange people — Lu Qingshan’s two adorable apprentices, Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu.
Familiar, because they were Lu Qingshan’s personal apprentices, naturally familiar.
Strange because ten years was enough ti for the two four or five-year-old little girls to grow into graceful young ladies.
So, what ca into Lu Qingshan’s view were no longer two little heads but two identical delicate young girl faces.
Features exceedingly outstanding, bright eyes, elegant eyebrows, jade noses, cute ears, and rosy lips, complenting the charming oval faces, full of spiritual energy.
The two young ladies who had grown into youths looked at Lu Qingshan without saying a word, tears fell from their big eyes.
Lu Qingshan had left them at the Sword Sect, so they spent these many years in fear within the sect, frightened that one day they would hear the news of their master’s demise.
Today, finally seeing their master return alive, how could they control their emotions?
They desperately wiped their tears, but no matter how much they wiped, they couldn’t dry them.
"Both grown-up girls now, can’t behave like children anymore." Lu Qingshan said expressionlessly, his tone even seed a bit stiff.
At his words, the two little apprentices imdiately lowered their heads, slightly embarrassed.
Only embarrassed for a mont, Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu nervously ca forward.
Lin Chuyi took the lead in guiding the way, introducing the trivial occurrences in the Sword Sect over the past ten years to Lu Qingshan.
All were insignificant things on the fringes, but to Lu Qingshan at this mont, they were especially vivid and full of spiritual energy.
The younger sister Lin Shiwu obediently took the purple sandalwood sword box that Lu Qingshan had been carrying on his back for the past ten years.
Inside it were the life-bound swords of all the Sword Sect sword cultivators who lay in eternal rest in the Central Spirit Domain.
In total, two thousand four hundred fifty-six swords.
The people stayed, the swords returned.
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The purple sandalwood sword box, looking light but actually very heavy, caught Lin Shiwu off guard, and she subconsciously exclaid: "So heavy..."
Lu Qingshan, who had remained very calm, finally couldn’t help but sigh at this mont, "Yes, very heavy indeed."
Half the Sword Sect was inside, how could it not be heavy?
Thinking of this fact, Lu Qingshan suddenly felt a certain part of his body ache.
Lin Shiwu quickly realized, looking up at Lu Qingshan, "Master, can they really not co back?"
Lu Qingshan naturally knew who Lin Shiwu was referring to.
"Yes, they can’t co back."
Lu Qingshan’s tone was very calm, as if he was narrating sothing unrelated to him.
But the calr it was, the more poignant it felt.
Lin Shiwu sensed Lu Qingshan’s sorrow; she opened her mouth, wanting to say sothing, but didn’t know where to start.
Lu Qingshan realized that his little apprentice wanted to comfort him.
He reached out, just like ten years ago, and ruffled Lin Shiwu’s hair.
Then.
Lu Qingshan whispered, "Souls, return."
The purple sandalwood sword box in Lin Shiwu’s hands began to tremble slightly at this mont.
Imdiately, in Lin Shiwu’s wide eyes, the sword box opened wide.
All sorts of thousands of life-bound swords sprang from within, rising in a mighty formation.
Long rainbows shot through the sky, with varying sword qi and sword intent, each magnificent.
They ford a tail, circling in a huge arc over Qing Peak, drawing one amazing and extraordinary arc after another, fiercely powerful, ravaging the sky.
Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu looked up, montarily entranced by the sight.
After circling Qing Peak three tis, those two thousand four hundred fifty-six life-bound swords finally scattered.
They fell like shooting stars, swiftly and with clear targets, flying toward various peaks within the Sword Sect, like renowned swords returning to their scabbards.
The Sword Sect was large, so once Sword Sect disciples broke through to the Fifth Realm, they could have an independent peak.
For Sword Sect disciples, that was their ho.
Now, these life-bound swords were returning to the peaks to which their Sword Masters belonged.
Like renowned swords returning to their scabbards, like wanderers returning ho.
Lu Qingshan watched continuously until the last sword vanished into a certain peak, then murmured softly:
"I returned, precisely for those who can’t co back."
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