Chapter 53 Baiyujing (6) Divine Seal
In the afterglow of the setting sun, they faced each other silently, one filled with grief and indignation, the other with indifference.
Suddenly, Qingwu reached out and touched her chest, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
The illusion has shattered?
How is that possible?
He suddenly looked up and saw that the jade steps of the white jade mountain lit up once again, with the light flowing gently from top to bottom.
A figure in plain clothes slowly appeared before him.
She held the sword in her hand. With each step she took, the ancient incantations on the jade steps lit up, frost flowers fell, and the icy sword intent spread out, bringing endless despair and destruction.
Blood spilled from Qingwu's mouth. He touched his heart, which felt like it was being torn apart, and his eyes were filled with shock.
"How...how could this be?"
He had calculated that she would be trapped in the past, he had calculated that she would step into the Soul-Destroying Array he had set up, and he had calculated that within this illusion, even the Dust Sword would be unable to break through his array.
But he didn't expect that Fu Yusheng, who should have died in the South China Sea, was still alive.
He could not have foreseen that Fu Yusheng, whose spiritual veins were completely shattered, would travel thousands of miles to enter Baiyujing. He offered his blood as a sacrifice just to send the sword in his hand into the formation and accompany her to break the formation.
The heavenly thunderclouds gathered in the sky, and the invisible pressure made Qingwu almost suffocate.
The ancient relics hidden in Baiyu Mountain emit a series of bell tolls.
A deep, lingering sound echoed through the sky, followed by a flash of thunder. A phoenix with a trailing tail flew across the horizon, and all the birds paid homage to it.
Fu Yunyao stood on the last jade step, her eyes lowered, the golden divine mark flickering in her eyes.
"Green Wutong".
The thunder roared and her voice rang out at the same time.
"I only have one question: Is Wanyin's fall from grace related to you?"
Qingwu wiped the blood from his mouth, looked at the plain-clad figure in front of him, and suppressed the backlash.
It's just that the sword offering failed; there will always be another chance.
As for Jiang Wanyin...
He chuckled, "A fallen demon? Didn't you sense the wisp of demonic aura emanating from her?"
Wen Ci, who was standing to one side, suddenly looked up, her eyes wide with shock.
"The aura of a demon god?" he murmured.
Qingwu continued, "That's all thanks to you. If you hadn't killed her and shattered her soul, I wouldn't have been able to detect that wisp of demonic aura on her."
Wen Ci didn't believe it. "The Demon God fell ten thousand years ago. How could Wan Yin possibly have His aura on her?"
Qingwu raised an eyebrow, softened his voice, and each word struck Fuyun Yao's heart.
He said.
"You saw it all, didn't you? Poor man, in order to seal the Demon Realm's seal, the Dust Sword Master's soul was scattered, never to be reborn."
And she, carrying the demonic energy that permeated the mortal realm, ultimately returned to her origin, transforming into the aura of a demon god that entwined her for eternity.
As he spoke, he looked at the Rangchen Sword in her hand, "Perhaps in the future, you will be just like her."
"Yeah?"
As Fu Yunyao stepped down the last jade step, thunder roared, lightning flashed, and frost condensed all over the sky.
She raised her sword, and the first bolt of heavenly lightning struck.
Qingwu's pupils trembled, and he quickly channeled his spiritual energy to dodge as fast as he could.
Dust billowed up, and just as he regained his footing, a sword shadow flashed past, aimed directly at his brow.
The sword intent brought a chilling aura capable of destroying the heavens and the earth. He wanted to dodge, but he was restricted to his spot by the invisible and terrifying pressure, unable to move.
The sword's edge was pressed against his brow; just one more inch and it would pierce his skull.
As the smoke and dust dissipated, Fu Yunyao gripped her sword hilt, the wind whipped up by the sword's energy lifting the hem of her robes. Frost dripped down, blooming into countless ice flowers.
There was not a trace of emotion in her gentle eyes.
As Qingwu gazed into her eyes, for a fleeting moment, he seemed to see the phantom of the Heavenly Dao that had once appeared in his sea of consciousness.
"you……"
"Yun Yao." At the same time as his voice rang out, it was Wen Ci's voice.
He hung his head, seemingly lost in thought.
Fu Yunyao remained motionless. She asked, "You want me to release him?"
Wen Ci tightened his grip on the sword. He looked up at Qing Wu, whose mouth was still bleeding.
That was his master; it was he who brought him to the Kunwu Sect.
He provided him with the best environment to grow up in.
He found him the most suitable natal sword.
He taught him swordsmanship and imparted his movement techniques.
He would tell him, "If you encounter trouble, don't force yourself, your master is here."
He regarded him as a mentor and the most important person in his life.
The words of pleading remained on his lips. He thought of those who had died in the demonic tide because the seal on the demonic realm had been broken, he thought of those who were still worried about the possibility of a demonic invasion at any moment, and he thought of those who were still struggling at the edge of the barrier.
His hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but he couldn't say anything.
"Yun Yao." Another voice came from behind Fu Yun Yao.
Cheng Minxi leaned against the tree trunk, his arms wrapped around his sword. Xuan Kui, standing to the side, scoffed at his appearance.
Cheng Minxi: ...
He didn't want to either, but he had been fighting the demons in the illusion for seven days and seven nights. If he didn't have something to lean on, he really wouldn't be able to stand up!
He coughed lightly, "We can't kill him yet. The human world is beset by internal and external troubles. If the Kunwu Sect Master were to die unexpectedly, it would definitely cause a great uproar. But if we tell the world everything, the cultivators will speculate among themselves. Without a leader, the human world will surely fall into decline."
Even if Qingwu and his companions really made a big mistake, it has to be admitted that in the past ten years, they have guarded various realms and their status has only increased or decreased compared to before.
If they knew that their long-held beliefs were the culprit behind the turmoil in the human world, some might lose their resolve, which would be tantamount to ruining their future as cultivators.
Fu Yunyao did not move the sword pressed against Qingwu's brow. She slightly raised her eyes and spoke softly.
"What does that have to do with me?"
Cheng Minxi was stunned, Wen Ci also looked up in surprise, and even Xuan Kui on the side was somewhat surprised.
Qingwu, however, with the sword pointed at his vital point, remained unfazed and even had the leisure to ask, "Are you... angry?"
Fu Yunyao chuckled lightly, "Angry? If I were truly angry, you wouldn't still be standing in front of me right now."
She was indeed not very happy; she didn't like him using Wan Yin as a pretext, but she couldn't exactly be called angry.
After all, she had already guessed what would happen when she arrived.
However, she never expected that Wan Yin's past life, because the Demon Realm was sealed, had nowhere to go but instead hid in her soul and followed her to the afterlife.
However, none of that matters anymore.
"You want to forge a sword with my flesh and blood?" she said slowly, her eyes showing little emotion.
"Since you love her so much, why not sacrifice yourself to forge a sword for her? I remember you still have a marrow cleansing bead flowing within you."
Thunderclouds rolled in and gathered in the sky, as if they might fall again at any moment.
Looking at her expression, Qingwu suddenly burst into laughter, letting the edge of the Dust Sword leave a wound between his eyebrows. Blood seeped out and slid down, adding a touch of eeriness to his originally handsome face.
He said.
"If your sword bones can be used to forge a sword, you yourself will be excellent; if not..."
The smile in his eyes faded. "Of course, I will forge a new sword for her."
As he finished speaking, amidst the thunderous bombardment, the formation slowly formed beneath his feet.
He spoke, his voice full of laughter, "I forged the sword myself, there's no need for the young master to see me off."
A sword embryo rose up behind him, much like the one Fu Yunyao had seen in the illusion.
She stepped back a few paces, giving up the center of the formation.
Xuan Kui stared at the scene in utter shock, "This madman!"
"Master!"
Wen Ci instinctively wanted to step forward, but was blocked by the formation.
"Master..." he murmured, gazing at the glowing light emanating from the sword embryo and the soul being slowly extracted from Qingwu's body.
The pain of his soul being separated from his body nearly made him collapse, but he smiled and said, "Now you have enough reason to say that I died."
The demons were eyeing them covetously, and the Kunwu Sect Master forged a divine sword with his own body to resist them.
Fu Yunyao sheathed her Rangchen sword, glanced at the thunderclouds in the sky, and her eyebrows curved slightly.
She held up a finger and put it to her lips.
Shh, listen.
listen?
Qingwu frowned. The pain, which felt like his soul was being crushed, made it impossible for him to think. He focused his attention on listening.
There was the sound of thunder in the sky, the howling of the wind in the mountains, the clear chirping of birds, and...
"Did you hear that? The cries of those desperate pleas in the demonic tide, the sounds of those demonic beasts scratching at the barrier, and the carnival of the demons deep within the demon realm."
Fu Yunyao's voice was extremely soft, yet it clearly reached Qingwu's ears.
"Did you hear their prayers? They are saying, 'Please, Master Kunwu, save them.'"
They said that if they just held on a little longer, the Kunwu Sect Master would definitely come.
They said they couldn't retreat; they had to hold the border and wait for the Kunwu Sect Master to arrive.
Despite the overwhelming pain, Qingwu heard her say that.
"So, you are here to sacrifice yourself to the sword, for someone who may not even need this sword."
Or should you rush to the battlefield and save those who have always held you as their faith?
The sounds of those struggling in agony amidst the demonic tide reached his ears, and he could no longer hold back, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The blood mixed with sweat, wetting his disheveled hair.
He looked up and spoke in a hoarse voice amidst extreme pain, "It is said that the young master of Yaotai Realm is kind and benevolent, yet you did not go to save them?"
In the midst of the raging pain, he was almost unable to think, and he forgot that, separated by thousands of miles, how could Fu Yunyao, a mere mortal, possibly hear their prayers?
Fu Yunyao retorted, "Didn't you say you would atone for your sins?"
The jade slip at Cheng Minxi's waist lit up, and Su Fuying's unusually serious voice came through.
"The demons have made a move. Large numbers of demons and demonic beasts have appeared at several locations, including the border of the South China Sea, the Kunwu Mountain barrier, and the Tianyan Spirit Vein barrier. There is even the aura of a demon lord."
I've already headed to the South China Sea border. As for the other two locations, we'll have to rely on you.
The transmission came suddenly, and it was cut off just as suddenly.
Before Cheng Minxi could even ask any questions, the telepathic communication was cut off.
"Yun Yao!"
He called out to Fuyun Yao, who was still facing off against Qingwu within the formation.
The disciple token belonging to the Tianyan Sect at his waist was flashing rapidly. This was an urgent summons from the Tianyan Sect. This summons would not be activated unless the situation had reached a desperate point.
He exchanged glances with Wen Ci, who had also received an urgent summons.
Xuan Kui, standing to the side, patted his shoulder lightly. "Go ahead, I'll take care of things here."
Cheng Minxi gritted his teeth and hurriedly finished to the Heavenly Evolution Spirit Vein barrier. He could see clearly that Fu Yunyao had the upper hand within the formation, and he believed her.
Before leaving, Wen Ci glanced at the voice of the person in the formation one last time.
Could it be that his once invincible master could be so pathetic?
He closed his eyes, then turned and left.
He didn't want to think about it, nor did he want to see it.
Within the formation, Qingwu hunched over, his soul about to be completely extracted. The veins on his forehead bulged, and the fingers he was pressing against his chest were actually digging directly into his own flesh.
The more pain he endured, the brighter the sword behind him shone, its blade pulsating with crimson blood like a beating pulse.
"Fu Yunyao!" Xuan Kui reminded her, "The sword is about to be forged, and a lightning tribulation will definitely fall soon. Leave quickly."
Fu Yunyao coldly stared at the person in front of her who was in great pain, with blood dripping continuously from his body.
He could no longer hold on and collapsed to his knees.
Thunder rumbled, about to strike.
Qingwu looked up, his eyes bloodshot. He spoke, and blood continued to gush out.
"help me……"
He spoke each word extremely slowly, as if each word required all his strength to utter.
"Please!"
As he finished speaking, a merciless and desireless heavenly tribulation struck.
"Floating Cloud Jade!"
Xuan Kui was shocked. A flash of lightning directly disrupted his qi and blood, causing his qi and blood to flow in reverse and almost causing him to collapse.
This tribulation lightning was even stronger than when he transformed into a dragon.
Xuan Kui: ! Fu Yunyao won't die here, will she?!
As the lightning dissipated, a crimson sword appeared before him, its light flowing like blood, appearing even more eerie under the sunlight.
Qingwu knelt on the ground, his blue clothes stained red with blood.
He looked up, and a gentle breeze swept by, revealing the hem of a plain white robe fluttering lightly in the wind.
This time, he clearly saw the flickering divine mark in the girl's clear, cold eyes, and that was...
A divine seal, like the Way of Heaven...
Fu Yunyao looked down at him, her eyes devoid of joy, sorrow, or desire, and spoke softly.
You have half an hour left.
Qingwu grasped the divine sword heart forged from his own flesh and blood and laughed.
Half an hour is enough.
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Author's note: Minxi: We both entered the illusionary realm, so why was I the one who killed demons for three days and three nights in the illusionary realm?
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