"To sacrifice oneself to the sword?"
The well-informed demonic cultivator stared in astonishment at their formation, his mouth agape.
"Young man, do you not know that sacrificing yourself to the sword will surely lead to your death?"
"I take heaven and earth as my coffin, the sun and moon as my jade ornaments, the stars as my pearls, and all things as my offerings. What is there to fear?"
The eldest disciple made a hand seal, his hands flying, and the Sword Pavilion members behind him followed suit.
"I wish to illuminate this fleeting life, and laugh at its demise!"
Whoosh whoosh——
Suddenly, the mountains shook and the earth trembled. Countless swords flew out from the Sword Pavilion, almost obscuring the sky.
Ma Gege recited the incantation her senior brother had just taught her, trying her best to control the swords in the Sword Pavilion. Even though she considered herself a genius, controlling hundreds of swords at the same time was still quite difficult.
These swords were not her natal swords, and the Sword Pavilion almost never accepted nameless swords. These swords also carried a murderous aura. If she hadn't offered herself as a sacrifice, these swords would never have been under her control.
She tasted the fishy sweetness in her mouth.
That feeling crept back to me—it was the foul air overflowing from the gates of death.
She gritted her teeth and swallowed.
She is no longer the same person she used to be; the threat of death cannot shake her in the slightest.
She imitated her senior brothers and sisters, spreading her arms wide. Instantly, the various swords that had been suspended in the air pointed downwards, aiming directly at the demonic cultivators below.
"Its momentum is powerful and its force is overwhelming."
The winds of change are ever-shifting, and the world is in turmoil.
Sword light, like a rainbow, pierced the sky.
With a sword in hand, the world reveres you!
The eldest brother wielded the most swords, and blood was already seeping from his lips, his eyes bloodshot.
He joined his index and middle fingers together, flipped his wrist, and pointed directly at the myriad demonic cultivators.
"Ten Thousand Swords—Return to Origin—"
Everyone in Jian Ge shouted this sentence together. The voices were not loud, but the momentum was overwhelming.
Old Man —
Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine swords hummed together, and even the sunlight squeezing through the gaps vibrated.
Then, a barrage of arrows was unleashed.
"Run!"
The demonic cultivators below panicked and scattered in all directions.
Blood blossoms bloomed on the ground, bursting forth amidst endless cries of despair.
Ma Gege's vision was now filled with a bloody mist, and she could no longer see clearly.
Ah, that's great! My efforts weren't in vain...
She could vaguely see the backs of her senior brothers and sisters in front of her.
Tears of blood streamed down his cheeks.
The Sword Pavilion has 9,999 swords, and with the addition of those who sacrifice themselves, there are 10,000 swords.
Those demon lords, there aren't enough to go around...
She then remembered what her senior brother had told her.
A smile unconsciously crept onto her face.
Then, he leaned back...
It's already at its last gasp.
I'm going to die...
She thought vaguely.
What is death?
Death is like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, returning to the vast sky;
Snow melts into water and returns to the earth;
It is a drop of water that sinks into rivers, lakes, and seas;
That person can never be found in the world again, but her shadow is everywhere.
She was falling endlessly, yet her ears remained perfectly clear.
The world will end not with a loud bang, but with the faintest whimper.
Even now, she has no regrets.
"Heaven and earth were born together with me, and all things are one with me."
She slowly closed her eyes, feeling her body gradually lose sensation, like a drop of water in the sunlight slowly drying up.
The drop of water did not disappear, but rather entered the cycle of reincarnation once more.
In her final moments, the image that flashed through her mind was that of her master, Zhang Tianqiu.
Thank you, Master.
Thinking that her master would return with new junior brothers and sisters, a smile appeared on her face.
That's good, even though they're all dead, new hope still exists.
As long as spring does not die, the flowers that welcome spring will bloom year after year, life will be reborn, life will continue, and it will exist forever in another form.
Goodbye, Master.
Goodbye, Jiange.
In the end, Ma Gege lay atop a sea of swords, with enemies beneath her and her fellow disciples beside her.
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