There is only one person in the world with such a towering silhouette.
"The Human Race has never lacked integrity."
.....
The battle at Guangling Pass remains brutal, struggling to hold on against the full assault of the Asura Clan.
Wave after wave of Guangling cultivators charged out of the pass, never to return.
The remaining cultivators stood silently on the city walls, and when it was their turn, they still rushed out without hesitation.
Even knowing that everything they did would only earn a fleeting mont of ti.
........
Xue Wujian struck down another Burning Moon demonic cultivator, his fierce Sword Qi completely tearing apart the demonic cultivator's physical body, ensuring its true demise.
The sound of slaughter in this wilderness gradually faded.
Xue Wujian wiped the blood off his face, looked around, then saw that familiar companions only remained three.
He stayed silent for a mont, then looked towards Yun Pass.
He missed the Sword Sect, missed the sound of swords echoing on Inverted Mountain.
Not knowing if he would ever hear it again.
"Peak Master Xue, this ti, I killed thirteen, already surpassing you." The black hair draped over her shoulders complented her delicate face.
She was Zang Xiaojian, her face covered in blood, yet smiling proudly at Xue Wujian.
"The younger generation is truly formidable." So, Xue Wujian also smiled happily.
......
"Planning depends on Heaven? Only humans conquer Heaven."
The towering figure continued.
"If the sky breaks, nd it yourself."
"If floods co, control them yourself."
"If plague runs rampant, test the dicine yourself."
"If the sun scorches, then shoot it down."
"A single bird dares to fill the sea, an old man can move mountains."
"Those willing to kneel to Heaven, let them; those who seek ghosts instead of all beings, let them."
"We sword cultivators do not believe in Heaven nor deities."
"So if Heaven will not permit, then defy Heaven."
......
"Senior, this is my tribulation!" Lu Qingshan understood sothing, shouted loudly, wanting to intervene.
"The Human Race has another saying," the towering voice turned around and looked at Lu Qingshan, his back to the Heaven's Vault and that Heaven's Gate, his face shrouded in darkness, "When the sky falls, tall ones will hold it up."
"In today's world, there's probably no taller than ."
Lu Qingshan, with bones crushed, supported only by sheer willpower, could not move, not even a finger, so he could only watch, only speak.
"This world cannot be without you."
The words "Heavenly River Sword Immortal" surpass millions of troops, let alone now Luohu has already embarked on the path to sainthood; if soone can stop him, it's only Chu Mu Shen.
"I have overseen worldly affairs for many years, a bit tired and sowhat weary, now it should change hands."
"This is the world Ancestral Patriarch Xia entrusted to you; you must take responsibility!" Lu Qingshan shouted with all his might.
"He is no longer here, even if I shirk this responsibility, who can hold accountable." Chu Mu Shen said joyfully.
"The Human Race will fall into chaos." Lu Qingshan said.
"A star falls, but does not dim the resplendent sky; a flower withers, but does not desolate the entire spring."
"Furthermore, isn't there you still?" Chu Mu Shen said.
"I..."
"You are the outsider, the breaker of the situation."
Lu Qingshan was stunned.
"Then so be it; what kind of world the end becos, define it with your sword."
"Li Qiubai opened Heaven's Gate for sword cultivators worldwide."
"Today, I, Chu Mu Shen, will first guard Heaven's Gate for sword cultivators worldwide for a hundred years."
Heavenly River Sword Immortal Chu Mu Shen ascended step by step.
From afar in the sky, laughter was heard.
"Has Heaven's will always been hard to discern?"
A silhouette left the world, went towards the sky, flew to the nacing Heaven's Gate standing tall on the Heaven's Vault, arriving outside the Heaven's Gate.
"Perhaps."
"I am Heaven's will."
With his laughter, the towering silhouette of Chu Mu Shen gradually vanished into the boundless light enveloping the opening Heaven's Gate.
That slightly ajar Heaven's Gate quietly closed.
The Chang'an Years belonging to the three great Sword Immortals, at this mont, dispersed with Heavenly River Sword Immortal Chu Mu Shen's ascension.
......
The Heaven's Vault began to tremble.
Countless shimring fragnts descended from the sky, whistling as they fell, friction with the air igniting them into streaming fire, falling into the imnse Heavenly River Sea.
Huge waves rose from the sea.
Those were fragnts of deities.
The luminous figures behind Heaven's Gate were the will of the Heavenly Dao, the so-called deities.
Chu Mu Shen.
Shepherd Ascending the Heavens.
........
Among tens of thousands of descending firestones, a glimring red light flashed by.
Then an elegant red palace robe appeared.
She gathered the unconscious, almost falling into the sea, Lu Qingshan, calmly suspended in mid-air, waiting for Lu Qingshan to awaken.
Above, the streaming fire continuously fell.
Below, the surging giant waves continuously rose.
.......
Much later, perhaps hours, perhaps half a day, maybe a full day.
Threads of auspicious rays appeared in the Heaven and Earth, peaceful and sacred.
Power of Heaven and Earth.
In an instant, the weather changed, clouds faded, and dogs turned white.
Divine rays soared, and a pure yet imnse Power of Heaven and Earth unprecedented in the world flowed out from the void, descending, so dense it appeared misty, filled with a certain Dao rhythm.
In vast torrents, inexhaustible Power of Heaven and Earth, converged towards this sea area, towards the man held by the woman.
In the sky, a visible spiritual light long river ford, transforming like an aurora, blending five colors.
The woman looked up, only to see waves rising and falling in the long river, she couldn't help but be enchanted by this never-before-seen beautiful scene.
Thus, the man's broken body began to heal, broken bones regenerated, mana began to surge, and the Primordial Spirit began to glisten.
The ultimate transformation unseen in the world took place quietly.
........
........
Lu Qingshan finally awoke.
He found himself lying in Qin Yitian's arms.
He didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but the powerful strength within his body told him that he was now a Ninth Tribulations Sword Cultivator, unprecedented in Human Race history.
At this ti, the Heavenly Fire was no longer falling.
Lu Qingshan looked towards the sky.
The sky was still the sa sky, calm and vast.
The person was no longer there.
"Did he really leave?" he asked dazedly.
As soon as he finished speaking.
The winds in the sky suddenly changed.
A great wind rose.
Though a great wind, it was neither cold nor raging, but it swirled over the Heaven and Earth.
In the ocean, monstrous waves were stirred.
Clouds erged, under the sky, forming a large, smiling face, like soone's casual doodle, very rough, yet faintly it could be seen that it was Chu Mu Shen's face.
Then, a clear light broke through the clouds, descended from the sky, landed quickly in front of Lu Qingshan.
Bronze Ancient Sword.
One side engraved with sun, moon, and stars, the other side with mountains, rivers, and vegetation.
"Really irresponsible!" Lu Qingshan suddenly looked up and shouted at the face.
Wind whistled.
The clouds' radiant smile drifted with the wind.
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