"Senior brother, are you... going to sacrifice yourself to the sword?"
"Yes, although I can't control all the swords in the Sword Pavilion, I can still control several hundred."
A few glints of light flashed in his eyes as he looked at his junior brothers and sisters one by one.
"I am the senior disciple of the Sword Pavilion!"
But can a few hundred swords deal with the surging tide of tens of millions of demonic cultivators?
"I'll be with you." The second senior sister stepped forward and held the eldest senior brother's hand tightly. "We've always been together."
"you……"
A strand of hair hanging down from her forehead concealed the deep sorrow in her eyes.
"good!"
When he raised his head again, it was with a resolute determination to reveal his sharp edge.
"Senior brothers and sisters, I'll go with you too!"
"Me too!"
Almost everyone in Jian Ge raised their hands.
"We, the Sword Pavilion, are one entity!"
"Yes, take me with you, I can do my part too."
The eldest brother silenced everyone, asking, "Do you know what sacrificing oneself to the sword means?"
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, a sense of silence hanging over them.
"I'll probably die, right?" It was the fifth senior brother who spoke, but he didn't seem particularly afraid. "So what if I die!"
The others echoed in agreement.
"I'm not afraid of death!"
"I want to die together with my senior brothers and sisters!"
The eldest disciple looked at his eager junior brothers and sisters and felt a lump in his throat.
"Thank you all for your trust in Sword Pavilion and in me! Thank you all for your contributions to the Immortal Sect!"
He bowed deeply to everyone.
"Senior brother, you don't need to do that!"
"The person we should thank the most is our senior brother!"
Ma Gege stood aside, watching them talk about death with disdain.
Just now, while everyone was passionately talking about sacrificing themselves for the sword, her heart felt like it was being crushed by a boulder, and she couldn't open her mouth.
Is it worth sacrificing your life for others?
She was someone who crawled out of a pile of dead bodies with her last breath; "to live" was her lifelong desire.
Over the years, she has worked diligently and assiduously, honing herself into an incomparably sharp sword, so that she would be able to avoid falling back into the cracks of death.
But looking back, she pondered again: What is the meaning of life? And what is the meaning of death?
For whom do we live? For whom do we die?
She ate every single grain of rice, and only changed her clothes when they were no longer wearable. She shed countless tears and blood.
She gave birth to herself.
But she also witnessed the sunrise and sunset time and time again. She brushed past countless people; she heard the world's laughter and its cries of anguish.
Even now, she believes she has experienced everything that could be experienced, and has no regrets.
She now has a lot of power, a lot of pride, and a lot of love.
Only through experience can one truly appreciate the rarity and value of these things.
But she has it all now.
Now, she has decided to let others experience, pursue, and obtain these things as well.
So she decided to die for someone else.
She believes that this time, death is more valuable than life.
She lifted her right foot and walked step by step to everyone's side.
"Count me in too, senior brother."
There was no variation in tone; it was as if he were saying something completely ordinary.
But the senior brother rejected her.
"You can't, Princess."
Ma Gege looked up in confusion.
"Princess, you are the last hope of Sword Pavilion."
Ma Gege, the youngest junior sister of Sword Pavilion, possesses exceptional talent. If they are all wiped out, one of them will be needed to support Sword Pavilion.
"You're wrong, senior brother. I'm not the last hope." She smiled brightly. "Have you forgotten, senior brother? Master has already gone to pick up the new junior brothers and sisters."
She stepped forward again, "So, as long as Master is still here, as long as there are junior brothers and sisters, Sword Pavilion will always stand tall."
"Let me do my part this time!"
...
The last cultivator of the Immortal Song Palace was still struggling to hold on, despite the corpses of her fellow disciples around her and the fact that blood was dripping from her throat.
The barrier gradually disappeared as the voice grew hoarse. Just as the demonic cultivator's hand was about to grab her neck, a sharp sword flew in and severed her arm.
"who!"
The demonic cultivator was shocked. The reinforcements had arrived so quickly?
"Immortal Sect - Sword Pavilion!"
A few shooting stars streaked across the sky, carrying a chilling, desolate air.
But those were not shooting stars; they were the people of the Sword Pavilion standing upright atop the sword's edge.
The eldest disciple stood at the very front, looking down down at the group of demonic cultivators below.
"Jiange?"
The demonic cultivators were clearly intimidated, but when they looked up and saw only a dozen or so figures and the sect leader was nowhere to be seen, they immediately relaxed.
"Just a few young punks!"
Then, without hesitation, they charged toward the breached defenses.
But they failed to achieve their goal; the demonic cultivators who led the charge died by their swords.
The demonic cultivators surged forward wave after wave, and a few swords were clearly no match for them.
"You think you can stop us with just a few broken swords?"
"Our few swords are certainly not enough, but all the swords in the Sword Pavilion are still capable of fighting!"
The eldest brother shouted:
"Gentlemen of Jian Ge—form ranks—"
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