Protect Our Clan Leader
Chapter 1502 - 76: Tree of Fortune VS Son of Fortune

Chapter 1502: Chapter 76: Tree of Fortune VS Son of Fortune

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To prevent any accident, Wang Anye once again carefully perceived the Sword Intent.

After a short while, he was completely sure.

Yes! This is it.

He had seen his great grandmother wield Sword Intent countless times since childhood, becoming all too familiar with it.

Although it was not as strong as the suspected Sword Intent left by a True Immortal, the indelible familiarity made him absolutely certain.

There was no mistake.

Sword Intent is a reflection of a cultivator’s soul, manifesting their own unique enlightenment, therefore, each person’s Sword Intent is one-of-a-kind and contains their unique imprint.

Even as one’s experience grows and their understanding of the Sword Dao deepens, leading to a gradual evolution of their Sword Intent, that unique imprint nevertheless remains unchanged.

It’s just that not everyone has such keen and delicate perception to clearly discern it.

Wang Anye had long suspected that his great grandmother might be the reincarnation of a certain True Immortal, but had never had any proof.

However, judging by the unique charm exhibited by this sword mark, it probably wasn’t unrelated to her previous life.

Let it go, let it go, it’s useless to think too much about it now, better to get the Sword Array Dual Ultimate Codex first.

Wang Anye calmed his mind, stopped pondering the connection between this Sword Intent and his great grandmother, and began to intricately perceive the profound meaning within the Sword Intent.

Gradually, he seemed to grasp something beyond the overwhelmingly destructive terror of the Sword Intent, which he hadn’t had the chance to understand before.

An ethereal, majestic presence that seemed as vast as the moonlit sky began to emerge before him.

It was something even more remote and elusive than the desire to win, to become stronger, or even the sword itself, ineffable and indescribable, yet carried an indescribable tenderness.

In a hazy trance, he seemed to see a blurred figure.

The figure, a Longsword hanging at her waist, stood on a colossal boulder suspended in the air, without reliance, without support.

She appeared delicate and frail, as though a gust of wind could topple her, yet as tenacious as the sword by her side, as if nothing in the world could overwhelm or break her.

Alone in the vast Void.

In front of her was an endless void, and behind her, a bottomless abyss.

The road had come to an end; she could not retreat, and the path ahead was unknown.

Any ordinary person might hesitate in such a situation, but as if oblivious to fear, she steadily stepped into the void.

One step, another step, and yet another.

A path thus appeared beneath her feet.

In a vague vision, it seemed as if countless figures were struggling to follow the path she had embarked upon, step by step, clearing the originally faint and overgrown trail to forge a wider, firmer path, eventually establishing a Broad Avenue.

A profound emotion welled up in Wang Anye’s heart.

He seemed to understand that unspeakable thing.

It was responsibility.

Thus, although Jiqianqian’s comprehension of Sword Intent was not considered strong, the overall direction was actually correct; what she had understood was to carve a path of cultivation for herself through thorns, but what this Sword Intent bore, was the weight of all living beings.

And it’s precisely this weight of countless lives that forged the power and resilience of this Sword Intent, unmatched and unstoppable by anything.

He remembered his great grandfather once said that the cultivation methods humanity possesses today are in fact the crystallization of the wisdom of countless ancestors.

Especially the True Methods, Codexes, and Immortal Scriptures, they encapsulate the lifeblood of innumerable forebears.

As the saying goes, "The older generation plants the trees under which the younger generation rests." Without the tireless efforts of predecessors, humanity would not possess its current strength.

Isn’t this what is revealed within this Sword Intent?

Become a sword oneself, to open a path for the world’s Life, to pave a future.

Is this the level that great grandfather once spoke of, "To establish a heart for the heavens and earth, to set a life for the people, to continue the unparalleled teachings of the sages, and to forge eternal peace for all generations"?

Vaguely, Wang Anye felt as though he had touched upon something, yet it seemed he had not fully comprehended it.

But he was no longer perplexed.

The sword, for the weight of the living beings it holds, becomes strong; not for oneself, but for others.

He did not possess such lofty aspirations, nor could he imagine what it felt like to carry the weight of all lives. Thus, with his own sword, he would carve out a future for his family lineage.

Just as his great grandfather and others had done once before.

"Boom!"

An overwhelmingly powerful Sword Intent burst forth from him, piercing the heavens.

The Sword Intent was profound and majestic, as if it contained some indescribable mighty force, impregnable and invincible.

Suddenly.

The Sword Intent enveloping the Sword tomb seemed to sense something, surging violently, and even the Sword Intent branded on the stele seemed to be stirred, causing the whole stele to tremble faintly.

Subsequently, the ancient swords in the Sword tomb also seemed to awaken, beginning to tremble violently.

Patches of rust fell off the blades, revealing their radiant and gleaming bodies.

At the same time, strands of Sword Intent rose from them, as if responding to Wang Anye’s Sword Intent, echoing from a distance as if they were saluting their king.

"How is this possible? All Swords Submit?"

Wei Yuanqing and Yun Tai’an’s faces changed dramatically, watching the scene in disbelief.