The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 1427 - 615: The Mountain Collapses and People Perish, Drawing the Sword_2

Chapter 1427: Chapter 615: The Mountain Collapses and People Perish, Drawing the Sword_2

Wu Shi remained silent, not speaking.

At this moment, Yu Jiao suddenly approached: "Brother, he already knows that you are the Devouring Protogenia."

"Oh."

The response to Yu Jiao was a cold "Oh" from Wu Shi.

As his voice fell, Wu Shi’s figure disappeared without a trace.

Disappearing along with him, scattered dishes also vanished.

"To you, it’s a treasure; to me, it’s as worthless as worn-out shoes."

After saying that, Yu Jiao too departed from Yunmeng Palace.

Roughly a quarter of an hour later, a pitiful voice sounded.

"Brother, Sister Palace Master is jealous of me; she knocked over the meal you prepared for me."

The Sword Disciple was silent for a moment.

At last, he asked: "What is jealousy?"

After posing the question, he too seemed bewildered.

Because the him of the past seemed to care about nothing in this world, except for those three anchors, including his master Wu Shi.

...

An undercurrent surged, at last surfacing into the open.

In the past, Sword Disciple could hear some discussions about Tao Gods every day.

That Wu Shi would destroy the world, Wu Shi would devour the Zhou Mountain Major Realm.

The Sword Disciple never took it to heart.

Or rather, he had been always striving to grow stronger.

But now, such words, no longer did any Tao God speak them to him.

Because Wu Shi has already combined Wangzhou Mountain and Yunmeng Mountain into one.

A Summon Order was laid before the Sword Disciple.

"Disciple, I wish to become the true Master of Zhou Mountain, help me."

"Those who follow me prosper; those who oppose me perish."

Looking at this Summon Order, Sword Disciple did not know what he was pondering.

However, in the Zhou Mountain Major Realm, a genuine sense of panic was tangible.

What’s most critical was, when Wu Shi melded Wangzhou Mountain and Yunmeng Mountain into one, seven Tao Gods couldn’t resist and attacked.

Confronting the siege of seven Tao Gods, Wu Shi demonstrated terrifying combat power, easily wounding four Tao Gods and repelling three.

Only then did the world come to know, that indeed, Yunmeng Palace Master was the mightiest in Zhou Mountain Major Realm.

Even the heroic Sword Disciple seemed to pale in comparison to his master.

"We must unite in Zhou Mountain Major Realm."

"Wangzhou Mountain must not fall!"

"Yunmeng Palace Master is a demon!"

"She is the Devouring Protogenia; surely she wants to devour Wangzhou Mountain, and thereafter the Zhou Mountain Major Realm, in order to enhance herself!"

The "wild ambition" of Yunmeng Palace Master was glaringly obvious.

All strong powers must cooperate to confront this world-destroying crisis.

And at this time.

From within the Nine Heavens Divine Palace, a Divine Mandate descended.

"If Sword Disciple slays Wu Shi, thus lifting the siege of Zhou Mountain, Heavenly God will accept Sword Disciple as a disciple."

This Divine Mandate turned all Tao Gods green with envy.

Heavenly God is the patron behind Nine Heavens Divine Palace and its stronghold.

This powerful being, who does not dwell in Rebirth Realm, is situated in the Yang Realm.

Even old monsters who have weathered the Three Calamities and Three Tribulations must bow their heads when facing Heavenly God.

That such a formidable power has cast eyes on the minor Zhou Mountain Major Realm?

Know this, the Zhou Mountain Major Realm... does not even have one being who has survived all of the Three Calamities and Three Tribulations.

Faced with the envoy from the Nine Heavens Divine Palace, Sword Disciple replied.

"I will protect Zhou Mountain, but to be a disciple of Heavenly God... I’ll pass."

Upon hearing this, all the Tao Gods were shocked or despairing.

Know that the reach of the Nine Heavens Divine Palace isn’t confined to Zhou Mountain Major Realm; even the Yin Realm, as rumors have it, has their touch.

To be apprenticed to Heavenly God, wouldn’t that mean through the Nine Heavens Divine Palace, one might find ’another self’ in other worlds to avoid tribulations?

To survive the Three Calamities and Three Tribulations, it might be possible.

Yet, Sword Disciple declined.

Was this the pride of Sword Disciple?

Didn’t he realize what opportunity he had missed?

The entire Zhou Mountain Major Realm was churned with unrest.

Yunmeng Palace Master sat atop Yunmeng Mountain Peak, with a profound presence deterring any approach.

Other Tao Gods either coalesced around Sword Disciple, wishing to hinder Yunmeng Palace Master from consuming the world.

Or drew nearer to the Nine Heavens Divine Palace, plotting anew.

Or... fled far away.

Within the Nine Heavens Divine Palace.

"Sword Disciple has actually rejected the Divine Mandate from Heavenly God!"

"Never before in this world has someone refused a Divine Mandate!"

"Failing to recognize what’s good for him!"

"It matters not if Zhou Mountain Realm perishes, but Wangzhou Mountain must not fall; it is a pivotal point."

But even as the words were spoken.

With a thunderous clang.

Mountains crumbled, the heavens shed molten gold, a landscape marred with scars.

"Wangzhou Mountain has fallen?"

"Wangzhou Mountain is gone!"

"Yunmeng Mountain... has also been destroyed!"

All the Tao Gods were petrified with fear.

Unexpectedly, Yunmeng Palace Master had launched an earlier strike, knocking down Wangzhou Mountain.

Countless light-years tall, the shattered Wangzhou Mountain crashed onto Yunmeng Mountain, snapping the spine of the earth, breaking the roots of rivers and mountains into fragments, with the wailing of living beings lingering in the air.

All the Tao Gods were panic-stricken, hesitant, and faltering.

"Since Wangzhou Mountain has been destroyed, this place...has lost its value." A Tao God spoke in the Nine Heavens Divine Palace.

And so, on this day, quite a few Tao Gods followed the Nine Heavens Divine Palace and left the Zhou Mountain Major Realm.

There were also Tao Gods who angrily reproached the Sword Disciple.

"If it weren’t for you abetting tyranny, how could Wu Shi have managed to topple Wangzhou Mountain?"

"If it weren’t for your failure to stop her, how could such a grave mistake have occurred?"

The Sword Disciple, gripping his sword, remained silent.

Of course, these voices were initially loud.

When Wu Shi was still seen as a harmless "White Lotus," everyone condemned her for bringing about world destruction, reviled her.

But after she truly toppled Wangzhou Mountain, demonstrating formidable strength and revealing her sharp, predatory teeth,

those who resisted her became fewer in number.

In fact, many Tao Gods even gathered around Wu Shi, venerating her as the Yunmeng Palace Master.

Just as they had once flocked around the Sword Disciple.

After all, with the Zhou Mountain Major Realm destroyed and countless lives fallen,

as Tao Gods, naturally, they could stand aside, detached.

The survival or extinction of the teeming masses had nothing to do with them.

Yunmeng Palace, once deserted, began to bustle with activity again.

On the contrary, it was the Sword Disciple’s side that became desolately empty.

"Sword Disciple, after all, you are the Palace Master’s disciple, with the Palace Master wishing to devour the Zhou Mountain Major Realm, we ask you to continue serving." A God Lord advised.

This was the same individual who, before Wu Shi had displayed her formidable strength, had once advised the Sword Disciple to confine Wu Shi, even to kill her.

Now, the tables turned.

The world is unpredictable, times change.

This time, the Sword Disciple became a lonely figure.

"Sword Disciple, put down your sword. Yunmeng Palace Master still remembers the master-disciple bond."

"You remain the sharpest sword in the Palace Master’s hand."

Facing these voices, the Sword Disciple was indifferent.

Since the destruction of Wangzhou Mountain, he hadn’t seen his Master, nor had Wu Shi come to see him.

It seemed like the last time, when he had prepared meals for his Master for one hundred thousand years, he had also not gone to see her.

It was as if he was stubbornly holding a grudge.

Or perhaps...

The Sword Disciple turned a deaf ear to the outside world.

"Strong, kind-hearted, sister."

He murmured, the sword in his hand like flowing fire, yet also like falling snow.

Kind-hearted... Kind-hearted...

Why did Master do this?

Since acquiring this peerless Sword Dao Talent, this was the second time his heart was truly filled with doubt.

The first time he questioned what jealousy was; this time he questioned why his Master did this.

He didn’t understand.

He didn’t want to see Yunmeng Mountain shatter, endless lives perish in vain.

All of this... was caused by his Master.

Why... did she do this?

His questions ceased abruptly three years later.

A broken body fell in the hall, it was Yu Jiao’s corpse.

One of his three great anchors, his sister, was dead.

She died at the hands of Wu Shi.

His heart sank into desolation.

Uncertain if it was due to his sister’s death or because the Master killed his sister.

...

After a long absence of snow, Yunmeng Mountain Peak began to flurry once more.

Along with the snowflakes, pear blossoms also descended.

Yunmeng Mountain was fractured, but Yunmeng Palace remained intact.

Covered in silver on its nine thousand nine hundred steps.

At the summit, a woman in red fur caressed a brazier, her eyes revealing a smile.

"When it snows on Yunmeng Mountain, I know... it’s you coming."

Below the nine thousand nine hundred steps, the Sword Disciple raised his head to look at this woman most familiar to him.

His eyes were as always, calm, and indifferent.

He did not quite understand the Master, did not understand Wu Shi.

Just as there were so many steps between him and Wu Shi, he could not probe Wu Shi’s heart, and it seemed Wu Shi also could not enter his heart.

"Shouldn’t you be coming here to say... Master, I need an explanation?" Wu Shi said with a smile.

"Master, you should not have broken Wangzhou Mountain, you should not have caused the demise of countless creatures, you should not have killed a younger sister." The Sword Disciple raised his head, looking at the aloof woman atop the steps.

She stood so high, as if upon the clouds.

"Sometimes, death is not the end, who knows..."

"Living might be the most painful."

"I killed them, to help them escape the sea of suffering."

Wu Shi said calmly.

At that moment, she truly possessed the unique demeanor of a world-endangering demon.

Apparently, in this world, beings only suffered; death... was the escape.

She was committing a good deed, pulling people out of misery.

The Sword Disciple remained silent, just watching his Master.

After an indefinite amount of time, tired of falling, the snow paused for a while, its flakes resting on shoulders, the world turned white.

"Is Master still waiting for that sword?" the Sword Disciple asked.

Wu Shi’s smile was charming as peach blossoms, yet as pale as pear blossoms.

"Yes."

"I wonder if the disciple’s sword can replace that one!"

As the words fell, the sword emerged like snow.