Chapter 75: Finale (Part 2)
The sword light in the sky slowly dissipated and returned to the long sword in Ye Zhao's hand.
A cold wind blew, and the bloody air between heaven and earth seemed to be completely suppressed by her sharp edge.
Yu Canglan, Luo Yinsheng, and Song Shiyu were all gasping for breath, their bodies covered in blood, but their eyes were terrifyingly bright.
They clearly saw that Ye Zhao single-handedly killed more than a dozen demon beasts at the Divine Transformation Realm!
What kind of swordsmanship is this? What kind of strength is this?
Yu Canglan's voice was filled with shock: "...I never thought that you would have reached the Divine Transformation Realm in such a short time."
Luo Yinsheng couldn't hide the waves in his heart: "The two of us have been stuck at a bottleneck for hundreds of years, and we have never been able to cross the barrier, and you have already solved it in ten years..."
Song Shiyu grinned bitterly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with admiration: "...I didn't expect that Ye Zhao would be the one protecting us so quickly."
Ye Zhao slowly put away his sword and placed it in front of the three people.
"You once saved the sect from danger, and I will naturally not forget this favor.
She paused for a moment, then spoke in a clear voice, "Three fellow Daoists, are you willing to join the Sword-Asking Sect and stand shoulder to shoulder with me?"
Yu Canglan looked at her, smiled, and whispered, "I am willing to follow."
Luo Yinsheng pondered for a moment, "I am willing to follow you too."
Song Shiyu laughed heartily and patted his chest: "Great! I, Song Shiyu, have met many extraordinary people in my life, but you are the first one that I am willing to bow down to! From now on, I am a member of the Sword Sect!"
Ye Zhao looked at them and said, "Okay. From today on, you will be the elders of the Sword Sect and will guard this sect with me."
Ever since Ye Zhao emerged as a spirit, he killed more than a dozen ninth-order monsters, and was accompanied by three other spirit-transforming masters, Yu Canglan, Luo Yinsheng, and Song Shiyu. The fortune of the Sword Sect has completely changed.
…
In just a few years, the Sword-Asking Sect's reputation has reached its peak.
Throughout the sect, disciples of Qingyue Peak made breakthroughs one after another, Jindan cultivators emerged in large numbers, and Yuanying rookies were countless.
The disciples of each peak practiced diligently, and no one dared to look down on Qingyue Peak anymore.
The disciples went out of the sect to gain experience and were all proud to be disciples of Qingyue Peak.
Outside the mountain gate, cultivators from various sects and families, as well as the imperial court, came to offer congratulations, presenting spiritual treasures and spiritual veins, just to seek a good relationship with the Sword-Asking Sect.
…
The Sword-Asking Sect held a grand event and invited participants from all over the world.
At the top of the main peak, white jade steps descend from the sky, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland.
The sect's formation opened, and the sword light shot up into the sky, illuminating the nine heavens.
Outside the mountain gate, carriages roamed like dragons, spiritual boats hovered in the air like cranes flapping their wings. Countless cultivators gathered in formation.
"Greetings, Sect Master Ye!"
Guests from all directions were in awe, and the cheers like mountains and seas shook the sky.
Ye Zhao, dressed in white, stood on the main peak, like a divine sword standing between heaven and earth.
Yu Canglan, Luo Yinsheng and Song Shiyu stood on the left and right.
Xie Youran and the other peak masters stood in ceremony.
The barbarian king from the southern wilderness, leading his elite cavalry, knelt in front of the mountain gate.
The East China Sea Dragon Clan presented the Ten Thousand Years Dragon Ball as a token of their submission.
The Buddhist community in the Western Regions sent high monks to ring bells and offer worship.
In the Northern Plains Snow Country, leaders of hundreds of tribes gathered together to offer their ice marrow spiritual veins.
All sentient beings and sects return to their heart.
…
The disciples witnessed this scene and their eyes filled with tears.
Qingyue Peak, which was once ridiculed as the most declining, now has its leader at the pinnacle of the cultivation world. The Wenjian Sect has ascended to the throne of the world's largest sect with lightning speed.
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The main hall of the peak is crowded with heroes.
This was a celebration banquet for the Sword-Asking Sect after it became the largest sect in the world. Guests from all over were present, and disciples from the mountain gate were also invited to attend because of their outstanding achievements.
Ye Zhao sat in the first seat, dressed in white and with a calm expression, so that no one, no matter how drunk they were, dared to be disrespectful to him.
...right at this moment.
A slender figure quietly approached the crowd, holding a cup of tea in her hand.
A hidden, sinister light flashed in Yun Yao's eyes, and her fingertips trembled slightly, as if she was secretly activating some kind of restriction.
If everyone hadn't been so engrossed in the feast, they would have noticed something was wrong with her long ago.
Just as she was about to approach Ye Zhao's seat...
"stop!"
A clear and sharp shout suddenly rang out.
Yun Yao looked up and saw that the person coming was Su Luoxue.
Her eyes were cold and her aura was as sharp as any peak master.
He took a step forward and blocked Ye Zhao's seat, his eyes fixed on Yun Yao.
"what you up to?"
Yun Yao's expression changed, but she quickly forced a smile of grievance, "I... I just wanted to offer the Sect Master a cup of tea as a token of my appreciation. I have no other intentions."
"Tea?" Su Luoxue sneered, "Do you think I'm blind?"
Yun Yao quickly shook her head: "No! Really not! I was just nervous, I definitely didn't do anything shameful!"
Su Luoxue stepped closer and said, "Search!"
Two Qingyue Peak disciples immediately stepped forward and held Yun Yao's arms. Yun Yao struggled frantically, screaming, "Don't touch me! I really didn't do anything wrong!"
However, a moment later, one of the disciples' expression suddenly changed, and he pulled out a worn booklet from her arms.
"Senior Sister, here is a manual!"
Su Luoxue took it, flipped it over with her fingers, and immediately frowned. Three words were written on the booklet.
"The Art of Puppetry".
The hall fell silent in an instant.
All the guests present were horrified and whispered to each other.
"Puppet Refining Technique...isn't this the forbidden technique that Ye Wange practiced back then?"
"That's right! That disaster was caused by her using puppetry to drain the disciples' cultivation! This evil technique should have been eradicated long ago, so how could it happen to this disciple?"
Yun Yao's face was pale, and her eyes were panicked: "No! No! This is not mine! I just picked it up by chance! I have never practiced it!"
She struggled desperately, begging hoarsely: "Senior Sister Su, you have to believe me! I really didn't..."
Su Luoxue smiled coldly, "If you hadn't practiced, how could you have been scheming at the banquet?!"
She waved her hand and said, "Come here, take this man to the Law Enforcement Hall!"
"yes!"
The law enforcement disciples immediately stepped forward and locked Yun Yao with an iron chain.
"No! It's not me! Let me go...!" Yun Yao screamed, but she had no power to resist under the suppression of the sword energy and was quickly dragged out of the hall.
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The other side.
“Hmm…”
Song Yan slowly woke up.
His whole body ached and his mind was confused for a while. Only when he woke up completely did he realize where he was.
"Is this... a dungeon?"
He struggled to raise his head and looked around, only to see that the walls were covered with restrictions and the heavy iron door at the entrance was tightly closed.
Memories gradually returned.
"Ye Wange!"
Song Yan roared angrily, his voice like a wail.
"You vicious woman! Why are you harming me like this?!"
There were many echoes, but no response at all.
"Didn't you say... you would take me to the Ascension Avenue?!"
"Why? Why did you lie to me?!!"
Song Yan's eyes were bloodshot and he screamed desperately.
As time passed, his voice became hoarse.
"Let me out... I beg you... let me out..."
But no matter how he shouted, the iron gate was never opened.
The dungeon was eerily silent, with only the rustling of rats and the sound of dripping water for company.
Gradually, Song Yan's eyes began to blur and he collapsed in endless despair.
“Haha…hahahaha!”
He suddenly threw his head back and laughed.
The laughter became sharper and sharper, and finally turned into a howl. He fell to the ground, muttering Ye Wange's name.
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Qingyue Peak, the top.
The sword intent of heaven and earth converges here.
Ye Zhao sat upright beside the spiritual spring, with his long sword across his knees. Sword light swirled around him, like a pouring galaxy.
Her breath was as clear as a mirror, yet bottomless, as if every breath she took was in tune with the heavens and the earth.
Since she passed the tribulation of transformation into a god, although she has been at the top of the world of cultivation, she has never slacked off.
Ye Zhao was meditating so deeply that he forgot himself, and suddenly the world became quiet.
Her consciousness seemed to be pulled by some force, breaking through the clouds and entering the endless void.
In that void, the stars twinkled, the sun and the moon shone together, and the great roads of heaven and earth crisscrossed like meridians.
Each one flashes with vast light, like the oldest texture in the universe.
Her mind was pulled, and suddenly a blurry stairway to heaven appeared before her eyes. A hazy shadow was sitting on the stairs, and the aura was deeper and more mysterious than that of the Spirit Transformation Realm.
boom!
In an instant, Ye Zhao understood...
The state of transformation is not the end.
Above the state of transformation, there is a higher realm.
It was a road that no one had ever traveled before, and it was rarely mentioned by monks. It was like a legendary secret place.
An unprecedented heat burned in her heart.
"It turns out that the great Dao is infinite... Becoming a god is only the first step."
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