Cohabitation with Sword Spirit

Chapter 604: Chapter 90: There’s Nothing Left to Trust_3

Upon hearing this, the Sect Leader shivered uncontrollably: "Killing thousands, even tens of thousands of people..."

"That was once the final plan of the Immortal Demon Battle. Although the moment the Celestial Divine Sword appeared, it was invincible, until it faced the Demon Emperor in a head-to-head battle, none of us could guarantee that its power alone would be enough to overpower that great demon who destroyed the Myriad Realms. So, if things truly reached a desperate point, sacrificing some in exchange for victory was wiser than everyone perishing together. Fortunately, it never came to that. So, be grateful. After awakening, though he yearned to restore the glory of the Sword World, he never considered doing so at the expense of humans, not in the slightest... Otherwise, even targeting some of the most heinous wrongdoers would have accelerated the recovery process. However, that would mean, in his eyes, the inhabitants of this continent are not the humans worth protecting."

After speaking, Zhao Chenlu also stood up: "But we can’t be too optimistic. The Celestial Divine Sword’s decision to sharpen its blade means it believes there is still risk in this world requiring its full effort. And since such a risk needs the Celestial Divine Sword’s serious attention, if we take it lightly, it will lead to our doom."

After scaring the Sect Leader, Zhao Chenlu left the Myriad Forms Garden and quickly caught up with the Celestial Divine Sword, who hadn’t gone far.

"Dear, things aren’t so dire, right? Have you truly perceived some threat?"

Regarding the decision to sharpen the sword, Zhao Chenlu was actually a bit surprised.

Although the discovery in the Holy Record was indeed earth-shattering, it was history two thousand years old, after all, and we can’t completely negate the present peace just because of past history.

Moreover, though the founders of the Saint Sect were from the Demon Race, they actually didn’t leave much behind.

According to the latter part of the Holy Record, when they realized they were deeply assimilated into the human world, they indeed strived to maintain their stance as the Demon Race, including compiling the Heaven-Confusing Scroll — that is, the Demon Language Dictionary, and also trying to produce demon descendants to spread the demon lineage.

This actually is a new story, and the process was quite exciting, but no matter how exciting the process, it didn’t change the outcome. The demon lineage finally, after several hundred years of slow decline, completely ceased to exist, and the demon culture once hidden within the Saint Sect lost its actual significance.

The current Xiangzhou Continent is purely a human civilization, still somewhat immature, yet vibrant. Regarding the external environment, although the Chaotic Void holds countless Demon Essences and other unknown creatures, at least within the visible range, there’s nothing threatening to human civilization.

"Sharpening the sword is not because a definite threat has been perceived," Wang Jiu said, "but because I’ve perceived flaws that indeed exist within me. After sleeping, I’m no longer who I was before."

Zhao Chenlu frowned, saying, "Because of the Demon-Pointing Sword’s failure, you start to doubt yourself? Dear, you can’t be that fragile, right?"

Wang Jiu explained, "This is necessary caution. Imagine, if on the battlefield of the Immortal Demon Battle, the Demon-Pointing Sword suddenly failed, how would you want me to respond?"

Zhao Chenlu was rendered speechless. If such a thing indeed happened in combat, even the battle-hardened Jiu Immortal Venerables would inevitably fall into panic, and immediately return to rearrange and fix.

"But..." Zhao Chenlu argued, "there’s no need to directly enter the sword-sharpening stage, right? Once the sharpening begins, no one can approach, and given the current environment of Xiangzhou, no one can say for certain what will achieve the completion of sharpening. I finally got to reunite with you; I don’t want to become a living widow again."

For this impractical emotional request, Wang Jiu had already learned to seriously consider it. After thinking it over, he said, "If you cannot bear the loneliness, you might consider freezing yourself, and when I awaken, you can wake too, thus avoiding the long years in between."

"...Thank you for considering me, but let’s keep the ice love as a backup plan. So, the decision to sharpen the sword won’t be retracted?"

Wang Jiu said, "Unless you can give me a reason to retract it. The Holy Record’s account directly shattered my authority in identifying the Demon Race. Now I can’t ensure the Demon Race’s extinction, or even... ensure the Demon Emperor’s death."

The words ’Demon Emperor’ finally sent a shiver down Zhao Chenlu’s spine.

"Dear, if the Demon Emperor isn’t dead, you will be!"

"Logically speaking, that’s indeed the case. In battles of such intensity, there’s no tie; even with the last bit of life, we’d use it to rip our opponent apart. Me living implies the Demon Emperor’s death, but this is a logical deduction; reality doesn’t stick to logic. Even the founders of the Saint Sect could be from the Demon Race, so nothing is impossible."

Zhao Chenlu said, "But that’s only a possibility, not enough to..."

"Even if there’s the slightest possibility, it’s worth putting in full effort, as that’s my life’s mission," Wang Jiu said earnestly, "For regular people, this isolated sharpening is a torment, but for me, it’s routine. In contrast, human interactions are more like torment to me."

"..."

"I have an Intelligence Index as high as 9. In the Jiuzhou Continent back then, and all known worlds, only one person could possibly surpass me, but this intelligence doesn’t apply to human relations. When dealing with such matters, I might even be inferior to Shen Qingming."