Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 820 - 815: Reversing the Mysteries I

Chapter 820: Chapter 815: Reversing the Mysteries I

The immense wave of energy struck the space in front of Lin Xin with unbeatable force.

Two forces, far exceeding that of an average Heavenly Venerable, collided fiercely, producing a bizarre, warping noise.

A kilometer in front of Lin Xin, the ground split open, revealing a deep, bottomless crack.

Countless traces of energy scattered, spreading out around the two individuals like the sharpest blades, cutting through everything.

"Green Lake Mountain’s Divine Monarch Sherie."

The colossal body of Fang Yu, reaching a thousand meters tall, gazed down upon Lin Xin from afar.

"In today’s world, the Taoist Ancestors do not reveal themselves. This is our Great Saints’ most glorious stage. Since you wish to rescue someone from the Netherworld Palace, why not join hands with me? Let’s create an entirely new, most powerful force?"

"The Taoist Ancestors not revealing themselves does not mean that they have perished."

Lin Xin said calmly.

"You don’t understand." Fang Yu laughed grimly. "The great calamity has come; not even the Taoist Ancestors can look out for themselves in this. Once we comprehend the mystery of the Galactic Core’s operation, under the augmentation of the great calamity, no one can stop us."

"What do you mean by that?" Lin Xin’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"Haven’t you noticed that all the Great Saints have grown far too quickly and mysteriously?"

Fang Yu burst into laughter.

Lin Xin did not laugh, a trace of doubt flashing in his mind.

Indeed, his recent growth had been extraordinarily smooth, in stark contrast to the previously relentless hardships.

"Now is the grand era."

Fang Yu spread his arms.

"And the great calamity is the primal adjustment that destroys everything. Ants, mortals, cultivators, there’s not much difference between them. Only upon reaching Earth Immortal do you have the right to actively seek hope. Even the Taoist Ancestors are just participants in this calamity. There is no distinction of nobility and baseness."

"What do you mean?"

Lin Xin asked in a low tone.

He keenly sensed that there was some unknown profound meaning hidden in Fang Yu’s words.

"Join me." Fang Yu extended his hand, "Let’s become sworn brothers. In the great calamity, we Great Saints are the only source of life. Think carefully, why do you think Green Lake Mountain gave you the Supreme Jiuyue Divine Wind Sword? A supreme martial art that leads to self-destruction after cultivation, given to a promising junior disciple—what do you think their intentions were?"

Lin Xin’s gaze flickered, but he remained silent.

Fang Yu continued, "Your honored master, Long She, treats you well, but he attained the status of Heavenly Venerable and was quickly absorbed into the upper circles. Green Lake Mountain is likely trying to remotely control you through him."

"There’s no such thing as unearned love in this world. The fact that they treat you well actually shows your value."

Lin Xin remained silent.

The Dragon Queen, Yikuo, had already silently escaped several miles, taking advantage of the moment when the two behemoths were talking to leave the battlefield. The terrifying force field generated by their intense collision was already too much for her to bear, almost suffocating her. If they were to truly fight, being caught in the crossfire, especially if the Saint Master were to hit her by mistake...

The evening light slowly slanted from beside the two, moving from their faces to their feet, casting them in a shadowy, obscure light.

"Forget it."

Lin Xin finally spoke slowly.

Fang Yu smiled slightly.

"Fine, you still don’t understand many things. But could you tell me, why did you choose to refuse me?"

"Why?"

Lin Xin also smiled.

"Because..."

"You’re too weak..."

Before the words were finished, Lin Xin suddenly soared into the sky. The Sword of Joy let out a piercing, wild laugh, instantly condensing into a pink Sword Shadow over a thousand meters long.

Sssss....

The Sword Intent and Sword Light tore through the space, producing an earsplitting noise like ripping paper.

The speed of the kilometer-long Sword Shadow was too fast.

So fast that the Dragon Queen watching at the side had no time to react before seeing a flash of red light.

Then the ground trembled, and the surrounding Heaven and Earth’s Elemental Energy erupted in a chaotic storm.

By the time she reacted.

Lin Xin already held a massive blade a thousand meters long and several hundred meters wide, slashing fiercely at Fang Yu’s chest.

Fang Yu clasped his hands and precisely caught the Sword Shadow of the Sword of Joy.

The fierce force field between them caused countless boulders around them to float gently before shattering and turning to dust in midair.

"Useless....."

Fang Yu stared indifferently at Lin Xin.

"The gap between you and me isn’t something that mere amplification of power can bridge...."

Crack.

The Sword Shadow of the Sword of Joy in his hands suddenly shattered, scattering into countless red fragments.

"Since you refuse, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

Hizz!!

Black wings suddenly sprouted from Fang Yu’s back and flapped violently.

His massive body’s speed skyrocketed, reaching Lin Xin in an instant, and one giant palm struck toward him.

The enormous black palm, compared to Lin Xin’s body, resembled a giant grasping a mosquito.

The strong contrast in size produced a powerful visual impact.

Boom!!

The palm gripped Lin Xin tightly, trapping him inside.

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Whoosh!

The blade sliced through a falling petal, neatly separating it into two.

The crimson petals floated in the wind like raindrops.

Wei Ning held his longsword level, silently gazing at the glimmering tip.

He stood in the courtyard, remaining silent for a long time. No one visited, no one inquired.

Even his master was entangled in the warzone and could not return.

The whole of Green Lake Mountain was desolate, with only a few avatars of the Heavenly Venerable guarding the defenses.

Behind Wei Ning, in the wooden corridor of the courtyard, Yuan Yi quietly held a paper umbrella, a look of worry faintly visible in her eyes as she gazed at Wei Ning.

"Senior brother....."

She did not know what to do.

Ever since Wei Ning was easily defeated by Fang Yu and returned to the main sect of Green Lake Mountain, he had become like this.

No longer studying the Taoist Arts, nor cultivating, just hiding in his courtyard, endlessly practicing the most basic Nine Swallows Sword Art.

"Senior brother..... the headquarters of Shadow City has initiated a total attack. Leading the charge are the Heavenly Alliance Guanyin, the Forge Taoist Lord, and... Sherie Great Sage." she cautiously whispered.

Swish!

Wei Ning flicked his sword, tracing a perfect arc in the air.

The Sword Light flashed a circle of silver light around him.

In a meter radius, all the drifting petals were cut into thirteen pieces.

"Junior sister..... do you remember the times we practiced swordsmanship together?"

Wei Ning murmured softly.

Yuan Yi’s beautiful eyes widened.

After so long, she finally heard her senior brother speak.

Dropping the oiled paper umbrella, her figure flashed, floating out from the corridor, her white dress billowing, long hair cascading as she drew a graceful arc, landing behind Wei Ning.

Thump.

She rushed forward and embraced him.

Wei Ning smiled slightly, shaking his longsword as he turned to break free from Yuan Yi. The tip of the sword carried a familiar pattern as it thrust towards her chest.

Yuan Yi suddenly understood, turning worry into joy. She drew her sword and accurately blocked it.

Clang.

The two spun around, engaging in swordplay in the courtyard.

Gradually, the two clusters of silver Sword Light grew closer and slower.

Swish....

The dual swords suddenly pressed together and swung out in unison. Wei Ning reached out and seized his junior sister’s waist.

"I understand.... I understand...."

He gazed tenderly at Yuan Yi. In his loneliest, most helpless moments, only Yuan Yi stayed by his side. Even his sect battlefield tasks were completed at the risk of her life.

Yuan Yi’s cheeks flushed, but she still looked up to look at Wei Ning’s face.

"So this is the Supreme Taiji Sword...."

In that moment, both felt an epiphany of some kind.

Silver Sword Qi began to emerge around them, dancing and swirling like mist.

"It turns out, the Supreme Taiji Sword was always a dual-cultivation sword art."

Wei Ning finally expelled the shadows from his heart.

Since being defeated by Fang Yu, he had been in a state of decay. But from his junior sister Yuan Yi, he sensed a subtle, inexplicable affection.

Triggered by this affection, he suddenly realized that the one he had always loved was still his junior sister, Yuan Yi.

It was this thread of emotion that surprisingly transformed into Sword Threads.

The emotional sword threads swirled around them, possessing a firmness and tenacity that could penetrate anything.

"A thousand years... you have been with me for a thousand years." Wei Ning murmured, holding his junior sister as he kissed her gently.

"From now on, let me repay you forever....."

Rumble!!!

With a kiss, countless pure white Sword Threads spun and intertwined around them, forming a whirlwind-like massive pillar of energy, soaring skyward and breaking through the clouds.

All the cultivators stationed on Green Lake Mountain could easily see it.

This was the awakening of the Great Saints, and also the sublimation within the great calamity.

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The Shadow Realm.

The sky was covered in dark clouds, and numerous lightning bolts streaked and exploded.

Among the clouds, a black giant a thousand meters tall grinned wickedly, his massive hand gripping tightly as if holding onto something.

Swoosh!

Strands of pure white light shot out from the gaps between the giant black fingers.

"What is this?!" Fang Yu’s hand throbbed with pain, but he tightened his grip, gathering countless twisted force fields into his hand.

"Die for me!!"

He resorted to his Demonic Arts.

Countless black clouds rapidly condensed, drilling into his hands.

But it was already too late.

Swoosh! A beam of white light pierced through the back of his hand.

Swish swish swish!!

One after another, beams of white light penetrated through his hand, exploding outward.

Countless beams of white light converged in midair, forming a figure equally towering at a thousand meters.

It was none other than the real form of Lin Xin.

His eyes slowly opened, shooting out endless white light. Behind him, fourteen pairs of enormous pure white wings unfurled.

"Kill!!"

The two didn’t exchange a word, charging at each other with giant sword and fist colliding fiercely.

Fang Yu possessed an impenetrable strongest defense, the terrifying isolation of Primordial Zizai Ning An Technique.

While Lin Xin had over three million points of defensive attribute, enhancing his Protective Aura to an unimaginable level.

The moment they clashed, sparks ignited.

Fang Yu’s foot crushed a hill as his fist pounded towards Lin Xin’s chest, but it was dodged, hitting his left shoulder instead.

The impact caused countless white lights to burst from Lin Xin’s shoulder, with the damaged part quickly repairing itself. Instead, it eroded Fang Yu’s fist, emitting wisps of white smoke.