Free Web NovelChapter 1703: Chapter 1312: A Cold Light Pierces Taurus, Heavenly River Unmoved as Moonlight Flows!
"Pain can awaken people, living seems to be a painful thing, a matter that no one can avoid.
Because no matter what, you have to live. If you can understand this, you might live stronger and happier. Because as long as one can endure pain while remaining awake, life becomes meaningful, making one’s character worthy of respect...
Blood Transformation, you have now earned my respect. Try to step out, go outside and see the sunlight, breathe the air outside."
In the dark room, a gentle voice of a man quietly echoed, yet the speaker’s figure could not be seen anywhere.
Inside the entire dark room, there was only a similarly dark shadow curled up in a corner, trembling and writhing, resembling a massive snake made of dark red, almost black blood, yet it also appeared humanoid. It was none other than the Blood Transformation Divine Venerable himself.
With a hoarse, depressed voice, the Blood Transformation Divine Venerable spoke, "Why save me? It would have been better to let me die. Are all of you from Lingyun Pavilion, including you, the Pavilion Master, so hypocritical?"
The gentle male voice continued, "I don’t know exactly what you’ve gone through, but I can save you once, although I can’t always save you. Since you chose to survive, it means you have the courage for a new life. Step out! I believe that once you walk out, there will be a whole new world waiting for you!"
As the man’s voice concluded, it seemed he had already left.
The entire dark room fell silent once more, with only the faint sound of Blood Transformation Divine Venerable’s flowing blood wriggling around.
He wriggled and slowly turned around, the features of his dark red face gradually becoming apparent, gazing at the glimmer of light streaming in through the skylight. The confusion and pain in his eyes seemed to be slowly diminishing.
Rebirth!
Shakyamuni was already dead, he too should have died with Shakyamuni, it was impossible for him to survive, yet unexpectedly, the Lingyun Pavilion Master personally intervened, not only imparting him with Lingtian Divine Energy but also reviving him with a precious Heavenly Mending Divine Pill.
Now... he indeed has been reborn, because the person who controlled his entire life was already dead.
From now on, he was himself, Blood Transformation Divine Venerable! No longer Shakyamuni’s avatar—Blood Pool Demon Lord!
"From now on... can I live for myself? Have I found a new meaning to survive?"
Blood Transformation Divine Venerable’s body wriggled as it gradually stood up, feeling the last part of the Heavenly Mending Divine Pill’s medicinal power slowly digesting within him, a special feeling rose in his heart, making his Spirit Platform clear and bright. He vaguely felt the surrounding world also gradually appear differently before him, becoming... strikingly clear.
He stepped out, his figure mysteriously appearing outside the house.
With several more flashes, he easily arrived outside Lingyun Pavilion, outside a restaurant within the city.
Lingyun Pavilion was completely unguarded against him.
Yet this level of movement technique speed and bizarreness has reached a stunning level, beyond the limits of ordinary Martial Arts, it could be said to be extraordinary.
However, this change did not astonish him... What attracted his attention was the drunken man lying outside the restaurant, collapsed like a puddle of mud, being pointed and discussed by passersby on the side of the street.
He recognized this drunken man, of course.
This drunkard was the fisherman who, under his secret influence that day, personally delivered him to Lingyun Pavilion to claim the bounty.
He had thought the other party, after claiming a large bounty, would live a worry-free and prosperous life, become a hero for capturing Blood Transformation Divine Venerable, and never have any interaction with him again. Yet, surprisingly, through sensing, he found himself here to see that former fisherman once more.
Moreover... now he could see through the complex thoughts buried under the drunkard’s stupor at a glance, feeling a shock deep in his heart, his fists clenching, then slowly loosening, and then clenching again.
Nostalgia!
This fisherman was actually missing him, even while knowing he was the Blood Transformation Divine Venerable, this was simply a great irony and farce.
The reason he was drunk and muddied was in an attempt to forget him, to forget that burning hot night by the cold river, but actually... the more you resolutely try not to miss someone, the more you end up missing them, because the resolution to not miss someone is indeed also missing them.
"Ha... is this the rebirth of my Blood Transformation? Since he is so pained, I might as well let him, go! Die!"
A murderous gleam flickered in Blood Transformation Divine Venerable’s eyes, his palm lifted, ready to strike, but as he swung it halfway, his hand involuntarily froze in mid-air.
Could it be that the usually ruthless and merciless Blood Transformation Divine Venerable would also become hesitant, merciful?
Or had he truly been reborn, truly changed?
"I can endure pain while remaining awake, why can’t he endure pain while awake? Why can’t he!? I insist he must!"
The dignified Blood Transformation Divine Venerable, was actually being so obsessive over a fisherman drunk into a state of collapse?
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Obsessive people are not limited to just Blood Transformation Divine Venerable, the Sword Saint is also obsessive, isn’t he?
Perhaps only through obsession can one be resolute enough to go further on a path.
Now, the obsessed Sword Saint as he wished, defeated Wu Ming with Sword Twenty-Three, and through this intense desire for victory in the Sword Dao, he too has been reborn.
"You’ve succeeded!"
In the Ice Hall, Wu Ming stood with his hands behind his back, gazing calmly at Guang Chengzi’s Immortal Bone Relics. His eyes were filled with infinite loneliness, and his eyebrows bore a melancholic pride, imparting a feeling of desolation within the heavens and the earth.
He clearly lost, yet why does he still feel lonely?
Because he knows his defeat was not because of the sword, but the heart.
If a person’s heart dies, so does the person, and the sword is dead; neither the Sword Move nor Sword Intent remains alive.
If a person’s heart is alive, even if the physical vessel is destroyed, even if the Primordial Spirit is near extinction, one can still live again, living from the heart, born from the heart - this is the significance of persistence.
He sighed softly, feeling a moment of compassion, casually pointing his right hand towards the opposite ice surface, leaving behind a line of exquisite and mysterious writings resembling countless sword lights, and then floated away.
Jiang Dali looked in surprise at the departing Wu Ming, then at the line of writing on the opposite ice surface.
"Night comes with wind and dew that cools the bones, alone holding a huqin to play nine autumns!"
Carefully savoring the rhyme, Jiang Dali knew its taste and faintly shook his head, giving up the thought of retaining, then turned his gaze toward Guang Chengzi’s position, where Zhang Sanfeng and Xiao Feng also gradually stopped their cultivation.
The portion of Primordial Spirit remaining within Guang Chengzi’s Immortal Bone Relics could clearly sense that the Sword Saint’s True Spirit had recovered most of the Primordial Spirit Power, returning from the edge of danger to the realm of safety.
With the Sword Saint’s Primordial Spirit Power, even without finding a suitable physical form, he could survive for a long time in the Primordial Spirit State, now he only needs to temporarily recuperate within Guang Chengzi’s Immortal Bone Relics.
"Master Jiang! Thank you for your wholehearted rescue, I owe you another favor!"
A spiritual wave fluctuated within Guang Chengzi’s Immortal Bone Relics, transmitting into Jiang Dali’s heart.
Jiang Dali smiled and replied, "Why be so courteous? Had you not risked your life to strike, Shakyamuni would surely have escaped. If I hadn’t invited you to join this battle, you wouldn’t have ended up in this predicament. In this way, it seems I owe you a favor."
The Sword Saint stubbornly said, "Even if you hadn’t invited me, I would have sought vengeance for that sword against Monk Emperor."
Jiang Dali smiled, no longer debating with the obstinate elder over this issue but instead began to examine the changes as the Sword Saint resided within Guang Chengzi’s Immortal Bone Relics.
He discovered that the state of Guang Chengzi’s Immortal Bone Relics had shifted from ’Primordial Spirit Possession (Jiang Dali)’ to ’Primordial Spirit Possession (Jiang Dali, Dugu Jian)’, with other Attributes, including the shattered ’Natural Destiny’, showing no changes at all.
"Originally, I didn’t wish to reside within another’s body, yet unexpectedly, I ended up on this path. Truly destiny toys with people, Heavenly Will toys with people..."
The Sword Saint’s Spiritual Sensing said, "However, to survive is indeed a good thing, especially after my battle with Wu Ming; I’ve achieved my wish. Even if I die right now, I can still die with my eyes closed."
Jiang Dali laughed heartily, "I worked hard to save you alive, I don’t wish for you to die again. Besides, although your Sword Twenty-Three is strong, ultimately, it’s limited by your power and cannot exert maximum might. Otherwise, one sword could kill Shakyamuni, why would you need another?"
Mentioning Swordsmanship, the Sword Saint’s enthusiasm was instantly ignited, feeling deeply inspired by this, motivation surged once more, yet simultaneously realized Wu Ming had already departed.
"Senior Wu Ming has some lingering concerns; he left a poem and then departed."
Jiang Dali pointed to the line of writing Wu Ming had carved onto the ice surface.
"Night comes with wind and dew that cools the bones, alone holding a huqin to play nine autumns..."
The Sword Saint let out a low shout, suddenly wielding Guang Chengzi’s Immortal Bone Relics, raising his hand to emit a sword light, erasing Wu Ming’s writings, then rewriting another line of poetry, "A ray of cold light shoots across the starry sky, the Heavenly River is still while moonlight flows."
Jiang Dali’s gaze slightly tightened, arms crossed, savoring and reciting aloud, "A ray of cold light shoots across the starry sky, the Heavenly River is still while moonlight flows. Night comes with wind and dew that cools the bones, alone holding a huqin to play nine autumns. Good poem, good match, good! Good!"
With these words, he laughed heartily, completely at ease with the Sword Saint’s state.
The Sword Saint remains that persistent and spirited Sword Saint, undeterred by finding Sword Twenty-Three or losing the physical vessel. Such is a true testament to the name of the Sword Saint!
Reflecting on Wu Ming, if he continues trapped in perpetual mourning for his wife and unable to extricate himself, he might forever remain halted at Returning to Truth, unable to regain the formidable strength he once nearly touched at the Breaking Realm.
This thin layer of paper acts as both a bottleneck and a Heart Demon.
Once the Heart Demon is removed, the strength of the heart will naturally lead to Wu Ming’s seamless breakthrough to greater strength. If the Heart Demon is not removed, then it becomes a sin debt of a lifetime!
After such reflection, Jiang Dali arranged accommodations for Zhang Sanfeng and others to recover their spent Inner Strength and Essence Qi. He personally carried Murong Qingqing, delivering her into a room and instructing people to vigil over her, then began handling the subsequent matters of inheriting Heavenly Gate...
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