Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 695 - 690: Shuttle 2

Chapter 695: Chapter 690: Shuttle 2

In the far-flung void, a desolate world.

Heaven and earth are blanketed with yellow sand, indistinguishable from one another.

Song Danhao and his companions struggled against the wind and sand, standing in front of an altar at the center of the world.

Atop the altar flickered a faint yellowish light, which seemed like an elf with facial features, appearing to be an elderly figure with aged visage, only with eyes closed, unmoving as if asleep.

"This is the place of the Third Seal."

Song Danhao breathed out and whispered.

"Among the Eight Great Seals, if this one is unlocked, an eighth of my power will be restored."

He already exuded a hint of the majesty fitting for the Demon God King, a black rune shimmering between his eyebrows, giving off a mysterious and profound vibe that commanded respect simply by sight.

Gongshang Baiyu and Xu Ling had changed their appearances as well, their auras significantly stronger, decked in tight-fitting black armor with wisps of Demonic Qi faintly seeping out.

Even so, the three of them could barely withstand the terrifying sandstorm raging around them.

"Hurry up, if we wait too long and enter the exhaustion phase, whether we can still get out alive is a question," urged Xu Ling.

"Don’t worry, with me here, I absolutely won’t let either of you suffer the slightest injury," Song Danhao replied gently, looking at Xu Ling.

He placed his hand slowly into the faint yellow light and began chanting mysterious Curse Scripts softly.

The sandstorm around them seemed to boil even more, as if sensing that their master was about to break free from the seal.

’Roar, roar! Great Lord of the Winds and Sands, Emperor of the Sand Seas, the Roarer of the Starry Seas, Jiagu Xier.

Rise again!

No being can stop Your resurrection! The sky and earth shall turn into endless sand to welcome Your coming!’

Slight sounds of madness sizzled faintly within the sandstorm, as if countless people were cheering and boiling over.

Above this small world.

A pair of serene green eyes watched everything below calmly.

The eyes alone spanned a thousand kilometers, hundreds in breadth, their pupils radiating indifference and a tranquil calmness.

"The Third Seal has been unlocked... When all Eight Great Seals are fully released, the great war between humans and demons will officially begin."

A powerful Divine Sense, comparable to a twister, swept across hundreds of Spirit Miles in the sky, merely by observing, it exerted a pressure akin to natural disasters.

For a moment, even the wind and sand in the sky seemed to subside, showing reverence and awe.

"It will also be the day of the foretold apocalypse, the day when all the Myriad Realms fall, and the Human World becomes the Abyss of Hell.

Those not of the Sixth Rank are nothing but ants."

Another vast Divine Sense joined in, responding gently.

"Aren’t you afraid of perishing?" said the pair of green eyes softly.

"The wheel of purification of the Myriad Realms turns... No one can escape. Neither can I, nor can the Demon God King," replied that Divine Sense softly.

Boom!

Suddenly, a loud noise resounded.

The entire desolate world began to collapse.

The sand became even more violent, a colossal column of black and yellow sand, thousands of kilometers thick, shot into the sky, within which a terrifying shadow loomed, black all over but with purple-red eyes.

"It has begun..."

The two imposing beings slowly faded into silence, disappearing into the sky.

The unsealing of the Evil God King, killed by Song Danhao.

This was both a compromise and a win-win.

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In an unknown world.

Inside a dilapidated inn room.

Lin Xin’s body slowly appeared, as if coming into existence from nothing, revealing himself from bottom to top.

His face covered with a golden mask, his features unseen. He wore simple, tight-fitting black clothes.

"Where is this?"

He looked around the room, finding no trace of living beings.

"Where is the person I traded with before?"

He puzzled out loud, releasing his senses to search the surroundings but still couldn’t find any trace.

The inn was completely empty, not even a bug in sight.

He walked to a table and chairs and touched the food bowl on the table.

"The food is still warm, seems like it was left not long ago."

After a brief consideration, Lin Xin decided not to keep looking for the individual he had traded with at the Gate of Mystery.

With his Qila mask, he didn’t care about the pathways established by the Gate of Mystery.

Removing the mask, he revealed his original face.

Lin Xin walked to the doorway of the inn, pulled open a slit, and peeked outside.

The streets outside were crowded with people, bustling with excitement.

After a moment’s contemplation, his figure suddenly vanished, slipping through the crack in the door and merging with the throng.

A few passersby were drawn to the creaking of the wooden door and looked over, but the space was empty.

"Must’ve been the wind," they thought to themselves.

An hour later.

Inside a dark red tavern on the side of the street.

By the window on the third floor, Lin Xin sipped his tea while waiting for the server to bring some appetizers.

The place was bustling with activity, and there was no shortage of well-dressed, wealthy individuals.

Lin Xin brought the teacup to his lips, but his brows were slightly furrowed.

"The nature’s spiritual energy is so weak..."

He could hardly feel the presence of spiritual energy anymore.

If the concentration of spiritual energy in the Underworld was a hundred, then here it was just one. It was far inferior even to the Underworld, let alone the Mortal Realm.

"...As for peace in the world nowadays, yes, it’s peaceful, but a golden age? That’s hardly the case.

Back in the days of Qingzhi, there was prosperity and everyone felt safe enough to leave their doors unlocked at night, without fear of losing their possessions—that was a truly peaceful and prosperous era. But what about now? Sigh... While the provinces seem peaceful and bountiful, anyone with a clear mind can see that the heavy taxes and levies are so burdensome that staying alive is an accomplishment in itself."

At a nearby table, some people were quietly discussing the state affairs; Lin Xin found this interesting as it was a good opportunity to understand the environment of this world.

Although such people tend to brag, at most they add a bit of their own subjective view. If you cut away that part and reduce the exaggerated aspects, there shouldn’t be too much error.

At least, they should be able to pinpoint the general environment accurately.

Lin Xin listened attentively from where he sat until his appetizers were served and slowly began eating. After more than an hour, he had clearly overheard the idle chatter of the boasting group at the table.

He could skip the current politics. This area appeared to be ruled by a well-established, powerful dynasty that had been stable for hundreds of years, which was simple enough.

And these two individuals turned out to be so-called people of Jianghu. They also spoke of a renowned local practitioner of the White Crane Fist from Suzhou named Jiang Taoguo, who recently sent his second son to Wudang for swords training.

"There’s actually a Wudang here?" Lin Xin’s heart skipped a beat, but then a hint of excitement arose.

If there was Wudang, then there naturally was Shaolin as well.

This world clearly had countless connections with Earth.

He decided to completely release his spiritual sense, eavesdropping on conversations from around the tavern within a hundred meters.

Suddenly, numerous voices and chatter reached his ears.

Before long, he roughly understood what kind of world he was in.

In this world, Qi cultivation was but a myth and legend, and even the practice of martial arts was purely physical combat, relying on the use of strength and physical conditioning.

Not to mention sword qi or fist qi, even inner qi was only possessed by the strongest sects of Jianghu.

And from the conversation of a group of Jianghu passersby, it seemed that a powerful practitioner with inner qi was just someone who could last longer in combat and had more explosive power, while also providing some benefits for longevity.

No matter how strong your inner qi is, facing a divine weapon, you can’t withstand it head-on; you can only dodge.

Therefore, the truly formidable, the strongest were the national armies and formations.

Hearing this, Lin Xin also generally understood what level of world this was.

He picked up his chopsticks and grabbed a piece of tender and fragrant mushroom, popping it into his mouth.

"If this truly is a world at the end of the martial era, that’s greatly advantageous to me. The spiritual energy is extremely sparse, and yet this body relies on pure physical qualities.

With no gathering of spiritual energy, even the most formidable spells will have greatly diminished power, and forming them might even be difficult. Hence, if any other cultivator of the same level were to stray into this world, unless they practiced body cultivation like me, they certainly wouldn’t be able to contend with me."

While he thought this, Lin Xin also understood that it was highly unlikely for other cultivators to come to this world.

He had traded a piece of gold to the girl opposite him and received an ordinary piece of coal in return.

She thought she had made a great deal, not knowing that he was the one who benefited more.

Using the Chira Mask, he spent a full sixteen molten core hearts to activate the mask and travel through it.

The transportation took a full five days and nights.

Even at the slowest pace, five days of transportation would be enough to span a distance five times that between the Abyss and the Mortal Realm.

"The language here is a known form of ancient Chinese, with just slight variations in tone and phonetics. It’s not indecipherable."

After weighing his options, Lin Xin pulled out a green jade talisman from his breast and gently broke off one of its corners.

After waiting for a moment, the jade talisman showed no reaction, no different from any common piece of jade.

"As expected..."

Lin Xin made up his mind.

"The Chira Mask’s spatial traversal is indeed without damage!"

Every world has its own boundary membrane. Generally, the method of colonization and invasion involves breaking through this boundary, descending from the sky.

But the Chira Mask seems to work differently; it seems to be able to traverse into the inner world without damaging the boundary membrane.

The jade talisman that Lin Xin just utilized, called the Myriad Mile Spirit Tracing Talisman, was specifically prepared to detect any existence with spiritual power within thousands of miles and convey the fluctuations outside a small world into the Void.

The lack of response from the talisman implied that within thousands of miles, there was not a single existence with spiritual power; moreover, this world couldn’t send out any spiritual energy signals at all because the membrane barrier blocked them all.

Lin Xin pinched the corner of his clothes.

The garment woven with more than fifty formations remained unresponsive, not even the most delicate constant temperature array could be activated.

"Truly, it’s the end of the martial era, where spiritual power is waning."

Lin Xin sighed softly.

After a hasty meal, he paid with a piece of broken silver and left.

Descending from the tavern, he meandered effortlessly through the streets.

Passersby hustled by, most dressed in short gray or white clothing; occasionally, he saw some in long robes, who carried themselves with grace and elegance.

Various colored sedan chairs brushed past him now and then.

Occasionally, they would open to reveal richly attired ladies or officials disembarking.

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