The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 1442 - 621: The World Calls Me Cycle_2

Chapter 1442: Chapter 621: The World Calls Me Cycle_2

The cracks on the Golden Sword are healing!

It... is truly repairing itself.

This sword, it’s as if it’s being forged to completion.

The golden... is replaced by red.

You Qian Daoist is gone.

The Golden Sword given to Wu Shi by her Master is gone.

In its place, is a blood-colored sword.

Wu Shi grips this sword, shaking it continuously.

She seems to want it to be like before.

But this time, she didn’t shake out any Gold Coins.

Her cold hands bleed, and the sword grows even more ominously blood-red.

Wu Shi slumps in the snowy land, with heaven and earth so vast, leaving only her and her sword.

Clutching the sword, her voice trembling with sobs, "Master, your disciple no longer needs the sword you compensated!"

Floods of memories rush into her mind.

She remembers her first encounter with her Master on Mingri Snow Mountain.

She recalls the days spent with her Master in Zhou Mountain Major Realm.

She also remembers, when Wangzhou Mountain had not yet collapsed, seeing a child who resembled her Master.

She took him as her disciple.

She killed his sister.

She was waiting for a sword.

She feels heartbroken and somewhat perplexed, as if time and space were in disarray.

"Are you curious about who was the master first?"

At this moment, an ethereal voice reaches her.

A shadow descends.

"It’s you!" Wu Shi, gripping the blood-colored Longsword, has deep apprehension in her eyes.

The shadow seems not to notice her expression and speaks for itself.

"Here... is a massive loop."

"Within the loop, there are also variables."

"If there were no Sword Disciple, if there were no You Qian, in the future, you would become the Yunmeng Palace Master."

"If time were a line, you are in the front, the Yunmeng Palace Master is behind."

"But if you add loops... the Yunmeng Palace Master is in the previous cycle, and you are in the next."

"Cycles... cycles..." Wu Shi murmurs.

This cycle is different from what she knew.

Suddenly she realizes with a tightened heart and an expectant expression, "Master is not dead yet; will she become a Sword Disciple in the future?"

Does this also mean that she, could see her Master again?

"In countless cycles, this sword could never be born."

"If the sword is not yet complete, in some cycle, you might still see him."

"But now... the sword is made, and he is utterly dead."

The shadow murmurs, its tone neither sad nor happy.

Upon hearing this, Wu Shi seems to be in a daze, and more blood overflows from the sword.

However, her expression quickly becomes resolute.

She still needs to protect her Master’s Tuwu Great Realm.

She doesn’t have time to grieve.

"Who are you, and what is your purpose?" Wu Shi asks coldly.

She feels as though her life, like a puppet on strings, is being manipulated by this shadow.

Even her Sword Disciple...

It’s as though his astonishing Sword Dao Talent and... lack of all emotion might be related to this shadow.

The shadow manipulated her, manipulated the Sword Disciple, all just to create a sword.

Realizing this, her heart is as filled with killing intent as it is with sorrow, but... she does not show it.

She’s not afraid of dying.

She simply hasn’t yet protected the Tuwu Great Realm, resolved the nodes, solved the Drowning Curse.

"People call me the Cycle," the shadow speaks calmly.

Wu Shi’s heart skips a beat upon hearing this.

"The Cycle?"

The word ’cycle’ means something quite profound.

The Daoist traditions of the Dao Lords and the Divine Nation of the Tao Gods would be trapped in the cycles.

"But, I would rather people call me Reincarnation," the shadow says, with a rare touch of emotion in its voice.

This is regret, lonesomeness.

"As for the purpose?"

"Naturally, it is to create this Sword of Oblivion."

The Tao Lord of the Rebirth Realm perishes.

To forge the Sword of Oblivion, he had to seek the counterpart of the Yin Realm’s Tao Lord, so that Wu Shi could inherit all that belonged to the Devouring Tao Lord.

Wu Shi, hearing this, grasps the sword tightly.

"The sword, I will not give to you."

This sword carries too much for her.

It’s too heavy.

However, this time, the shadow does not reply to her.

It seems that its only purpose for coming here was to see if the Sword of Oblivion had been created.

Now that it has seen the sword, its figure vanishes without a trace.

"Who... is it exactly?"

Wu Shi is filled with confusion.

This shadow is like a mystery.

Playing the Master, and her, like pieces in a game.

Her heart harbors a killing intent, and her expression is icy, "I... will definitely kill It."

If not for It, how could her Master have turned into a cold sword?

In this moment, a demon-like obsession engulfs her heart.

As if this way, the pain can be somewhat alleviated.

"Master..."

The girl embraces the sword, disappearing into the waterfall-like heavy snow of Wangzhou Mountain.

Later on, some saw a Dao Lord in Tuwu Great Realm erasing the nodes of Heavenly Coin Valley with a sword.

Others saw a girl clutching a blood-colored sword, descending upon Nine Heavens Divine Palace, slaying three Tao Gods and forcing the palace into seclusion.

As for that mysterious Heavenly God, they never appeared.

Some saw the girl with the sword, making the Drowning Curse forgotten and severed.

Later on, some spotted her by the riverbanks of Tuwu Great Realm, or glimpsed her just once on the snowy mountains of Zhou Mountain Major Realm.

Eventually, some saw the girl fall into the Abandoned Land, searching for something unknown.

From then on, the legends of the girl and You Qian Daoist gradually faded from memory, perhaps one day, in some tavern, fragments of their story might still be heard.

Time is always the best poison and cure in the world, capable of smoothing everything.

(End of You Qian Daoist Chapter.)

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Yang Realm.

An unknown time, in unknown space.

"San Sheng, you are a Madman."

"I’m not insane."

"You’re not insane yet?"

"I can Cultivate normally, how am I mad?"

"Madmen can also Cultivate."

"Can a Madman ever Cultivate to become a Sun God?"