Chapter 53 Are you also a time traveler?! "The heavens are not yet asleep."...
Shi Liuying sat cross-legged on the cool floor of the library, feeling as if everything around her was far away.
The ancient characters on the bamboo slips, which were originally static, seemed to come alive at this moment, transforming into streams of sword light that crisscrossed in her mind.
She forgot the old pavilion she was in, forgot the passage of time, and even forgot "herself".
All my energy was focused on the purest pursuit of knowledge and understanding.
Just as she was completely absorbed, a strange change occurred.
Centered on her, the old and quiet library rippled slightly.
Then, the physical bookshelves, books, beams, and even the dust floating in the air began to blur and become transparent, eventually turning into a hazy, ethereal "gas".
This "qi" did not disappear, but existed in a more essential form, closer to the "Dao," gently enveloping Shi Liuying within it.
The pavilion is still the same pavilion, and the books are still the same books, but ordinary people can no longer see their shapes directly with the naked eye. They can only feel that the laws of space here have undergone some mysterious and indescribable shift.
This change was subtle yet profound, like a boulder thrown into a deep pool; the ripples, though slow, spread out in layers, instantly alarming the exceptionally perceptive experts of the Sword Sect.
"Um?"
Zhan Cangqiong, atop the main peak, suddenly looked up, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. He gazed in the direction of the old library, his face first showing astonishment, then revealing an incredulous realization, "This is... the 'Sword Heart Reflecting the Dao' realm?"
"It's been triggered again? Last time..."
Before he finished speaking, several divine senses from various parts of the Sword Sect had already swept over that area, accompanied by discussions filled with surprise and uncertainty.
"Who is it that can activate the inherent Daoist essence of the 'Scripture Pavilion'?"
"Which old guy is in there doing a breakthrough in his seclusion?"
"No, the aura is unfamiliar, and very young... Who could it be?"
A young disciple asked his master in bewilderment, "Master, what is 'Sword Heart Reflecting the Dao'? Is there such a change in the Scripture Pavilion?"
An elder of considerable seniority stroked his long beard, his eyes filled with reminiscence, and slowly said, "That was the Dao realm imprint left by a brilliant senior of the sect in ancient times when he was studying and comprehending the Dao in this pavilion."
"Only a junior with a pure heart, excellent comprehension, and a sincere thirst for knowledge about swordsmanship can be inspired."
"The last time this state was triggered was more than a thousand years ago by the ancestor 'Xuanjizi'."
"Xuanjizi?"
A younger disciple asked curiously, "Was this grandmaster very powerful? Why is there so little record of him in the sect's records?"
Another older swordsman beside him sighed, his tone complex: "He was certainly extremely powerful, a sword prodigy who dominated his generation back then. It's just a pity... he was born at the wrong time."
"Bad timing?"
"Yes, her contemporaries include the brilliant and talented sect leader of the Dan Sect, who almost single-handedly elevated the art of alchemy to an unprecedented level."
"Grandmaster Xuanji was diligent and sharp throughout his life, yet he was always thwarted at crucial moments by the Sect Master of the Pill Sect in various ways..."
"Well, slightly better, or just barely restrained."
The elder shook his head: "The title of 'second place for ten thousand years' has weighed her down her whole life. Even with extraordinary strength, she always lacks the recognition of being 'number one in the world' in the eyes of outsiders."
"Over time, apart from a few fragments in our Sword Sect's manuscripts that mention her contributions to the sword, the outside world... hardly remembers her anymore."
Upon hearing this, everyone sighed in dismay.
Looking again at the misty "Taoist aura" emanating from the direction of the old pavilion, their gazes became more solemn and curious.
I wonder which disciple has triggered this Dao Realm awakening? Will they be able to escape the destiny of their Grandmaster Xuanjizi?
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Jun Lintian of the Myriad Manifestations Sect frowned, staring at the unresponsive communication jade slip in his hand.
On the first day, he sent a greeting, mentioning that the weather in the Sword Sect was getting colder and reminding him to wear warm clothes, but did not reply.
He thought his junior sister was obsessed with practicing swordsmanship.
The next day, he sent her some new insights about fusing sword techniques, hoping to spark a discussion.
It remains as if nothing has been accomplished.
On the third day, he couldn't contain himself and sent a short message: "Junior sister, are you well?"
There has still been no word from them.
This is very unusual.
My junior sister might forget to reply in time because she is focused, but she would never remain silent for three consecutive days.
A cloud of unease hung over my heart.
"Bang!"
The door was flung open with great force, and Chong Cang stormed in with a gloomy face, his body exuding a low-pressure atmosphere: "I can't contact Shi Liuying."
He spoke succinctly and with extreme gloom: "I told you long ago that the two of us should just work together to poison that ice block to death."
He had barely finished speaking when Shen Hanzhou, clutching the jade slip, strode in with a worried expression: "Something's wrong, something's really wrong. The 'pocket money' and 'sword sheath maintenance fund' I transferred to my junior sister yesterday, she still hasn't accepted them..."
Rong Yan, who was one step behind, reached out her hand: "I've come at the perfect time, Jun Lintian! Something terrible has happened! I sent my newly developed spiritual energy cake to my junior sister via express spirit bird, but she didn't send me a sweet voice message like she always does!"
"That icy guy must have bewitched her, now my junior sister doesn't even like the food I cook anymore?!"
After the three of them gathered their information, their expressions turned grim.
Jun Lintian suddenly stood up: "We can't wait any longer. Let's go to the Sword Sect."
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The group acted swiftly and immediately set off.
Just as they were about to leave the Sword Sect, they saw Su Wan and Xuanji Daozun talking in hushed tones by a bamboo grove nearby.
Su Wan looked somewhat irritated, while Xuanji Daozun, though listening, exuded an undeniable sense of control.
Seeing Jun Lintian and his group pass by with grave expressions and menacing demeanor, Su Wan temporarily suppressed her annoyance and called out, "Senior Brother, Senior Sister Rong, what's wrong? What happened?"
When Rong Yan saw her, she remembered that she had secretly gone to the Sword Sect to protect Shi Liuying before, so she quickly said, "Junior Sister has been missing for three whole days without any news. We are just about to go to the Sword Sect to ask for her!"
"What?"
Su Wan was startled and quickly took out her jade slip to check: "I asked my senior sister about a problem with the circulation of spiritual energy the day before yesterday, but she didn't reply... I thought she was just busy."
She looked up, her eyes filled with worry: "I want to go too!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Su Wan subconsciously and cautiously glanced at Xuanji Daozun beside her.
Old Bi Deng, Old Deng's old smell is coming back; he definitely won't allow her to go.
However, to everyone's surprise—
The moment Xuanji Daozun, who had been all lovey-dovey with Su Wan, heard the keywords "Shi Liuying" and "Sword Sect," he stood up straight.
He turned to Jun Lintian: "What did you say? What happened to Liu Ying in the Sword Sect?"
"Those sword-wielding idiots have gone mad from practicing swordsmanship; they actually want to steal my genius disciple!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already taken a step forward and walked straight to the front of the line.
That means: I will go in person.
This group of people landed in front of the magnificent mountain gate of the Sword Sect's main peak, with an air of wanting to cause trouble.
Dao Zun, in particular, stood directly in front of the Sword Sect Master Zhan Cangqiong's sleeping quarters, like a javelin reaching for the sky.
Shen Hanzhou glanced at the sky, swallowed hard, and said weakly, "Um... isn't this a bit too conspicuous of us?"
"Are we just going to start fighting like this?"
"At this hour, Senior Zhan Cangqiong is most likely either in seclusion cultivating or resting, right?"
Xuanji Daozun remained expressionless, his thin lips slightly parted:
"The heavens are not at rest either."
Shen Hanzhou: "!!!"
His eyes widened instantly, and he nearly jumped up, blurting out, "Master! Could it be that you also transmigrated..."
Before he could finish saying "more and more," Xuanji Daozun interrupted him calmly, still looking straight ahead, and added, "This is what Wanwan taught me a few days ago."
She said that if you want to find someone and they are probably resting, you can use this phrase to indicate that the other person is definitely awake and there is no need to worry.
Everyone: "..."
All eyes turned to Su Wan, who froze instantly.
Rong Yan was the first to react, and said "Oh" as if she suddenly realized: "No wonder, Junior Sister Wanwan, when you talk, there is always a kind of... well, affected rhythm."
She looked at you with sympathy: "You were forced by circumstances and had no choice. I understand you, senior sister."
Although she was comforting Su Wan, Rong Yan's invisible ghostly aura had already spread silently, seeping into the rocks and plants of the Sword Sect, and began to quickly probe for Shi Liuying's aura.
Su Wan was overwhelmed with emotion by this understanding and almost burst into tears on the spot.
She nodded heavily and hugged the iron hammer tightly in her arms.
Yes, what she loved most was always the hammer!
Then, as if she were meeting these senior brothers and sisters for the first time, with a mix of excitement and disbelief, she lowered her voice and tentatively asked, "So you are also... 'fellow travelers'?"
Jun Lintian, Chong Cang, and Chen Hanzhou exchanged glances and nodded almost imperceptibly.
Su Wan immediately felt like she had found a kindred spirit and hurriedly whispered her confusion: "For a while, the system's influence on me seemed to have weakened, and I was able to cultivate normally again!"
"But recently, for some reason, it seems to have 'come back to life,' which is really strange..."
Upon hearing this, Shen Hanzhou clapped his hands and said in a suppressed, excited voice, "What's so strange about that! Let me tell you, it's all because of..."
The word "for" had not yet been uttered—
"Bang!!!"
A deafening roar, accompanied by sharp sword energy, suddenly exploded in the silent night sky.
His apprentices were whispering something, but I couldn't understand them.
But it seems that he was rejected by Wanwan.
He was too lazy to wait any longer, and too lazy to waste words. He pointed his fingers like a sword, and a condensed sword aura shot out from his hand. Without any fancy moves, it directly slashed towards the door of the Zhan Cang Qiong Palace.
The palace gate, forged from fine gold and engraved with protective array patterns, suddenly shattered, scattering fragments everywhere.
Inside the hall, Zhan Cangqiong, who was sleeping soundly with his blanket in his arms, was almost jolted out of his body by the sudden, blinding sword light and loud noise.
He sat bolt upright in bed, his forehead creased with shock, and groggily pulled the blanket over his private parts, his eyes almost unable to open from the lingering glint of the sword light.
"Xuanji, you old scoundrel! What's wrong with you in the middle of the night! What are you trying to do?!"
Xuanji Daozun slowly withdrew his hand, his sword aura still lingering. Upon hearing this, he turned his head to glance at the dumbfounded Shen Hanzhou and the others beside him, his face still bearing that unchanging cold expression.
He said calmly, in a tone as if stating a fact:
"As I have said."
"The heavens are not at rest either."
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Author's note: Red envelope [pat on the head]
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