Chapter 51: A Sword Breaks the Sky
The black fog was thick and there were gusts of fierce wind. The entire mountain was shrouded in impenetrable fog. The surging fog rushed down rapidly. The strong sense of oppression caused dust and dead trees to fly, and it was so swift and unstoppable all the way.
The bright words above the sky were shrouded and eroded by black fog. Not a single bit of light could penetrate. The whole world was plunged into thick darkness. The only thing that could be perceived was the sound of the wind blowing past one's ears and the sound of something being lifted up and then falling down.
Chen Jinghao was blown to the ground in the darkness and rolled for several times. He was still trying to reach the direction where the fog was leaving. He opened his mouth to call someone's name, but the moment he opened his mouth, black smoke poured into his mouth. His throat became hoarse and he could hardly make a sound.
The unknown is more frightening, and it tortures both the mind and the body. It was a place that felt like purgatory, and one could faintly smell the scent of death.
The side of his head hit the ground as he rolled over, his mind felt dizzy and he gradually lost consciousness. The blood from the wound slowly flowed onto the eroded and pitted floor tiles. He tried hard to keep his eyes open, but his eyelids kept closing.
His consciousness was in a state of confusion, and it was dark whether he opened his eyes or not. He could no longer tell whether he was still awake or not, and his eyelids slowly drooped.
“Zheng——”
Just before his eyelids closed, a ray of snow-white light penetrated the black fog and rushed towards a farther place with force and speed.
Following the light came the clear and distant sound of a sword, which irresistibly filled the ear canal and was engraved deep into the mind, domineeringly and absolutely dispelling the chaotic turbid air, and quickly spreading to the distant sky.
One sword broke the miasma, using the visible to break the invisible. A straight line broke through the overwhelming black smoke, extending to the other end of the sky, surging violently and unable to close.
The series of changes came so suddenly and quickly that my eyes, which were almost closed, opened again.
There is a figure.
Thinking it was the person he thought of, Chen Jinghao opened his eyes wide and tried to identify him.
The trail of light from above the sky was cast again, illuminating the person who was walking slowly towards them with a sword in hand.
Three thousand black hairs cascaded down, the corners of the white clothes were not stained with dust, the moon-white robe fluttered in the wind, and the gentle color carried an unignorable cold breath.
The figure is somewhat similar, but the color of the clothes is different, so it is not Lin Zhusheng.
The slight hope in his eyes faded, and he leaned his head back on the ground, just watching the figure approaching.
The distance slowly narrowed, and the person approaching stepped on the last step. The hem of his clothes passed through the air, and he lowered his eyes to look over here.
A stunning sight.
It was just a simple glance, without any meaning. The black hair fluttered in the wind and brushed against the side of his cold white face. When his eyebrows and eyes, like distant mountains, drooped, it was like spring in March, with an arc of light at the end of his eyes.
A person I have never seen before, who seems like he shouldn't exist in this world. The hope in his eyes completely dissipated, and Chen Jinghao's mind couldn't help becoming confused. With his pupils dilated and his vision blurred, he suddenly met a pair of familiar eyes.
His pupils were light, clear and clean, reflecting the light of the snow-white sword blade. He looked focused and calm, just like when they were competing in the peach forest, and just like what he saw when he watched quietly.
“…”
His vision was already blurry, and he suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils trembling for a moment, trying to see more clearly, but his vision became increasingly blurry and dimmer.
Finally closed his eyes in reluctance.
——Lin Zhusheng didn’t expect the number-cutting card to be so powerful.
He rolled directly from the top of the mountain to the middle of the mountain. He took out the cut card and drew his sword just to stop himself from rolling down before he died. Unexpectedly, with one sword, the black fog disappeared by half, and without directly attacking Nightmare, he took away 20% of his health bar with one sword.
Standing firmly on the top of the mountain, he turned the sword in his hand and looked up at the black unidentified object attached to the sky.
The track of light on the sky was dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, Nightmare's health bar began to recover rapidly.
The text became dim, and the secret realm began to change. The wasteland below the mountain and the mountains in the distance began to collapse, and the ground shook irregularly.
This thing is not only difficult to deal with, but it can also restore blood. The entire secret realm can be its energy source. Until the entire secret realm is consumed and then collapses, it can then leave from here and invade more places.
It is troublesome to deal with this kind of thing, but Lin Zhusheng has plenty of strength and strength and strength.
The next step after absorbing the energy from the secret realm is to absorb the backup energy sources in the building. Those backup energy sources are not as durable as the secret realm, and they will be gone after being sucked away.
The number card was limited to one hour, and he had no time to waste.
We can't give the nightmare a chance to absorb it, we can only solve it with one sword.
Although he did not have any fancy sword techniques or secrets, he had practiced a sword technique that could solve the problem with just one sword. Because he would teach other disciples after returning, he also mastered it tightly under the request of the Great Elder.
Once you learn it, you have to use it, and failure is not allowed this time.
The blade of the long sword passed through the air, bringing up an arc of light like water. He exhaled, closed his eyes and opened them again, turned the hilt of the sword in his hand, and then quickly stopped at a delicate moment and swung it out violently.
“Wow——”
A sword opens the sky.
The bright light brought by the sword blade was pushed out horizontally, dispersing the black fog wherever it passed. The majestic spiritual power passed through the wasteland and swept towards the distant mountains. The breath of life spread like a blowout, and the black mountains turned green.
The sword tip was pointing directly at the nightmare covering the sky, trying to dodge the sword wind, but there was nowhere to hide. The sword light covered the sky and reflected the mountains and rivers. There was no place for it to go.
The black unidentified object that kept changing its shape was neatly split into two, and the black shadows connecting it to the secret realm and the disciples were also broken. A slender black shadow stretched out as it squirmed, and it tried to reach for anything it could absorb, but the shadow disappeared in the afterglow of the long sword the moment it stretched out.
The place where the sword energy came into contact with the sword seemed to be burned by an invisible flame, and it seemed to be eroded slowly but was actually very quickly. With no energy to replenish, its shape kept wriggling and changing, turning into something like a liquid and falling, but it burned up before touching the ground.
Controlling the spiritual power and sword far beyond his own level, after swinging the sword, Lin Zhusheng broke out in sweat on his forehead and his breathing fluctuated violently. Wiping away the falling sweat, he looked up at something in the air.
There must be no chance of letting the nightmare escape, he must see this thing die with his own eyes. The health bar above the field of vision was rapidly decreasing, from tens of thousands to ten thousand to two thousand, and finally turned to 0 as he watched.
[Main Quest: Defeat Nightmare (1/1)]
[Task Reward: Quick-Acting Life-Saving Pills]
…
A bunch of messages popped up in the message prompt box instantly, but he ignored them, raised his sore arm and twirled the sword in his hand.
He raised his eyes to look at the words slowly flowing above the sky and said "sorry".
The teleportation stone formation has been destroyed and the exit will no longer appear. Since the outside world cannot detect or access the secret realm, there is only one way to get out.
Gripping the sword tightly in his hand, he turned his wrist and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the bright sky.
When the sword light shone again, the disciples in the building and the young master of the Qi Sect who was lying on the ground knew nothing about it. Only the disciples of the three sects at the foot of the mountain witnessed the whole process.
Reason returned to them, and the clear sound of the sword seemed to still echo in their ears. The black fog that they could not dispel no matter what they did was dissipated without leaving a trace.
There was a burning black object that covered nearly half of the sky above. They had never seen it before. It fell from the sky like a stream of fire and dissipated in mid-air before hitting the ground. Even after it dissipated, they could still feel the remaining strong sense of oppression.
There are other people here besides them, and they are very strong.
Just when they thought the matter was over, they saw sword lights flashing in the sky again.
The snow-white light was so blinding that the group of people couldn’t help but close their eyes. They could only feel the cool breeze blowing past their ears.
“…”
When I closed my eyes and opened them again, the scene in front of me was completely different.
Starting from mid-air, a huge crack suddenly appeared in the normal space and was slowly spreading. The scenery changes after the crack, and finally stops at the familiar water surface and the altar on the island.
The space was torn apart, and someone forcibly created an exit.
——
In the South China Sea, the day before the exit of the secret realm is opened, the market is closed in the early morning, all things are asleep, and the sound of a sword breaks the silence.
The sword light carrying majestic spiritual energy swept across the sky, waking up the sleeping people, and stretched to the distant mountains. Wherever it passed, all things flourished. The mountains were filled with spring rain, and heavy rain fell amid the changing wind and clouds, causing ripples on the water.
Although they didn't know what happened, they could sense that the noise came from the direction of the entrance to the secret realm. The elders and stewards of each sect who were resting in the inn quickly set out and headed there on a flying boat.
The first to arrive were the elders and stewards of Tianzong, who could set off on their swords without using flying boats.
They flew over the water and arrived at the island. After throwing out the illuminating beads, the first thing they saw was a group of disciples lying on the ground in the darkness. The disciples who entered the secret realm all fell into coma for unknown reasons, with strange lines on their bodies, but fortunately their breathing was stable.
The secret realm was opened ahead of time, and through unconventional means.
The elders and stewards from other sects arrived later and were all shocked when they saw the disciples piled up on the ground.
Most of the disciples are here, except those from Tianzong, Qizong and Hehuanzong. Among the disciples from the three sects who entered, only the young master of the Weapon Sect was present, and he looked seriously injured.
Each sect brought back their disciples and took inventory. Finally, when the elders of the three sects were heartbroken and were about to contact the sect to inquire whether the disciples' life cards were still lit, a figure finally appeared at the exit again.
He was a disciple of the three missing sects, and he came out standing upright. Although he looked disheveled, he was still conscious. The third elder looked at Song Ming, who looked familiar and reliable, and wanted to ask him what happened. However, the man said nothing and just walked past him to search among the unconscious disciples. His face became more and more gloomy the more he searched.
The third elder didn't understand what he was translating at first, but later he finally found out.
All the disciples were there, except for one person. The other party’s good friend, the Great Elder’s only disciple is not here.
The third elder suddenly followed suit and flipped over.
——
Once the rain started, it never stopped. It rained for a whole day and a whole night without stopping. Gray and black clouds covered the entire sky, and there was no light on the ground.
South China Sea border.
On the side of a muddy country road, a horse-drawn carriage passed by, its hooves splashing on the ground, causing mud and water to splash; the lanterns on the carriage swayed, and the lights flickered.
The people in the carriage lifted the curtains and looked toward the countryside. The gray fields and the water-filled rice paddies that had long been uncultivated were no different from the scenery along the way.
He put down his hand that was lifting the curtain and was about to look away when a flash of light yellow and the faint sound of a cat's meow appeared in the gray world.
“Oh—”
The carriage stopped, and the people in the carriage stepped onto the road with umbrellas, looking back to look for the light yellow that flashed by.
The lantern swayed in the rain, gradually approaching, and finally illuminating the figure lying in the grass.
It was a person, wearing light yellow clothes stained with mud, with a black kitten beside him. The kitten kept slapping the person's face while meowing in the rain, as if trying to wake the person up.
“…”
The man holding the lantern half-knelt down, stretched out his hand to lift the face of the man lying on the ground, and paused when he could see his features clearly.
“Crash——”
Lin Zhusheng's head was dizzy and he was awakened by the unignorable jolt. When he woke up, his whole body was still shaking.
The first thing to wake up is the consciousness, followed by the senses. In the ears, I can vaguely hear the crackling sound of rain and something stepping on the mud. The last thing to open is the eyes.
Feeling pain all over his body, he raised his eyelids with some difficulty, and when his vision became a little clearer, he turned his neck with difficulty.
He seemed to be on some moving vehicle, and he could hear the sound of horse hooves, so he must be on a carriage.
"Are you awake?"
A voice came from the side. His neck was in so much pain that he couldn't move for the time being. He turned his head and saw someone sitting next to him.
A man, who looked quite young, but whose hair was completely white at a young age, and who was wearing a white linen shirt, was looking down at him. He took out a set of simple clothes and a towel from a box beside him and handed them to him, saying, "Change your clothes first."
I could feel a constant dampness and coldness all over my body, and I knew without even looking that my clothes were soaked. Ignoring the pain in his body for the time being, Lin Zhusheng sat up straight, thanked him and took the clothes.
In between wiping his face and changing his clothes, he finally understood a little about the current situation.
After coming out of the secret realm, he fell directly to the side of the road and was noticed and rescued by this kind friend. Now, a day and a half has passed since we came out of the secret realm. We are on the roadside of a village on the edge of the South China Sea, a long way from the entrance to the secret realm.
When he was changing his clothes, his good friend politely turned away. After he was done changing, he turned around and asked, "Why did you fall there?"
Lin Zhusheng scratched his head, "It's a long story."
He thought hard for a while, and then tried to make it short: "I just... I ran out of energy while walking, and then I fell down."
The story begins in the secret realm. The cut-off card was one hour. He had to solve the nightmare and open a passage out. After that, he had to move out the disciples who had collapsed in the building.
There was still time left after the move. He couldn't change back to his original appearance, nor could he just continue to meet up with his fellow disciples who were already heading to the top of the mountain under the spiritual pressure. So he opened another crack and escaped.
As a result, he ran away too fast and forgot to direct the space crack to the vicinity of the inn, and randomly came to this inexplicable place.
His spiritual power was still abundant, but he was not strong enough to create another crack. This account didn't have a big sword, so he couldn't fly and could only walk to find the direction. When he was halfway there, his account card expired and he turned back into the one infected by the nightmare, and rolled directly from the top of the mountain to the middle of the mountain.
Then, not surprisingly, he fell to the ground with a thud.
"?"
Such a bizarre yet seemingly convincing reason. The kind friend's eyes twitched, and after a pause he asked him where he was going.
Lin Zhusheng thought about it and said, "The Bay."
The bay is where the flying boat is docked, and it is the port very close to the inn.
He disappeared, the elders must be looking for him, we have to go back as soon as possible.
As he spoke, he remembered something and took out two small jade tokens from his backpack and tried to inject spiritual power into them.
“…”
The jade token didn't change at all. He pointed at it like a fool for a long time, and then put it away as if nothing had happened.
It doesn’t work.
The nightmare from the top of the mountain to the middle of the mountain exerted its power. His body was too heavily infected and his spiritual power could not be used temporarily. He could only artificially remove the nightmare in his tendons and veins or wait for the nightmare to disappear on its own without the support of the mother body.
Neither works now.
"The bay, that's pretty close to where I want to go."
A kind friend looked over and said, "I want to go to Luodu."
Luodu, the central city of the South China Sea, is not particularly close to the bay, but it is much better than here. There is no village or shop nearby, and it is difficult to find a carriage to travel.
Lin Zhusheng then realized that his kind friend was a well-known dancer from the neighboring area, who usually made a living by teaching dance. However, his younger brother was seriously ill recently and he was in urgent need of money. So he accepted the invitation of a famous Silk and Bamboo Hall in Luodu, which was generous with money and in urgent need of dancers, and went to fill a vacancy for one night.
The kind friend was really kind. He gave him a ride and went directly to Luodu.
He nodded quickly and thanked me.
Luodu is a prosperous city, and you might meet some disciples from a sect who can help you light up the jade sound transmission token. If I remember correctly, Qi Zong is right next to Luodu. If all else fails, I can go to Qi Zong and try to contact the elders and fellow disciples.
As he was thinking, he always felt someone's gaze falling on him from time to time. He tilted his head slightly and happened to meet the gaze of the person next to him falling on his face. He couldn't help but touch his face and asked, "Is there something on my face?"
"Ah... no," the well-meaning friend apologized and said honestly, "I've never seen a look like you, and I couldn't help myself for a moment."
Lin Zhusheng didn't understand what was so uncommon about the face he had pinched, which was praised by several of his fellow disciples as being very common. He touched it casually out of habit, and then paused.
Not quite right.
As if he had just met his own long face, he touched it left and right. The more he touched, the more his expression changed, and his eyebrows and mouth corners began to droop.
A kind-hearted friend watched from the side and saw that he was getting sadder and sadder. Although he was puzzled, he still kindly asked what happened.
Nothing happened to AAA professional face-pinching master Lin, but he finally realized a beat late that the face-pinching experience card was gone from him, and he was mourning for his lost face.
The kitten, who already knew what he was thinking just by looking at his curled lips, rolled his eyes to the sky in silence.
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