All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 666 - 373 Like a Dream, Like Awakening, A Sword Comes!_2

"As the one who tried to turn the tide, We quite admire you..."

Su Bei lay flat on the ground, his own blood forming a pool beneath him. He lay in that pool of blood, his consciousness gradually blurring, as the pouring rain drenched his face, the words of the South Emperor echoing in his ears. In his hand, he tightly clutched the ring given to him by Wilderness.

They say that when a person is about to die, they fleetingly reminisce about their life's experiences. What about him? How many lifetimes' memories did he possess?

Su Bei thought of the Southern Border, remembered that poor small town where even a full stomach was an unattainable luxury. When did he first think of cultivating as an Immortal? Was it seeing the old man who could slash the vast sky with that sword? Or was it the wuxia novels hidden beneath his bed?

He remembered being under the old locust tree when he first met Shangguan Wendao, cleverly claiming to have seen a Sword Immortal. The old man told him many stories: about the Underworld Sword Sect, which once held sway over half the world with one man and one sword; and how the saltwater ducks in the small town didn't taste as good as the braised duck... He told him everything.

He remembered grasping Wenren Pingxin's hand; the terrible food she cooked for him was always either too salty or too bland.

He remembered the first time he met Xiao Ruoching. Now that he thought about it, he preferred the frightened little girl who clung to his back, afraid he would leave her behind—back then, her eyes were not yet filled with hate.

He remembered Dan Wulan, who always followed him, feigning indifference while secretly harboring many schemes. He recalled their kiss beneath Unrepentant Cliff and the city ablaze with peach blossoms in Tao City.

He remembered Dan Wuque, who clearly wanted to follow him yet could only offer a foolish smile. Together, they had witnessed a magnificent fireworks display during the Lantern Festival.

He remembered being in the storm-tossed little boat on Dongting Stream, Nan Ji's eyes full of warmth.

He remembered being in the City God Temple at night, watching the magnificent passage of that flourishing age.

He remembered the Gilt Phoenix Feather Stepping Shake gifted to the wrong person, and the mute boy with longing in his eyes, diligently polishing swords beside the Washing Sword Pool.

He remembered the promise made to the little fish in the Red Pavilion Flower Pool, their drunken confessions in the Sacred Land, and the sweetest ice cream he had ever made for her.

Upon reflection, even this so-called 'ruined' life turned out to be splendid. He had traveled such a long journey, from Snow State all the way to South City.

Su Bei suddenly felt a deep reluctance to die. He indeed had not fulfilled his promise to Wilderness, and even crossing the span of time, he could not stop the grand trend of events. Perhaps his decision in the previous life was the correct one? Was that the best ending?

He didn't want to die. He hadn't yet fulfilled his promises to his disciples, nor had he kept his word to Nan Ji; there were still far too many things he had not done.

He didn't want to die in South City.

Between dream and waking, Su Bei heard the ringing of swords. It was the humming from the Sword Box, far, far away from him. Those few swords flew towards the horizon, among which his Qingping Sword shone with exceptional brilliance.

The South Emperor looked up solemnly, his gaze fixed on the distance. Three streaks of light ascended to the sky before everyone's eyes—Wenren Pingxin's Red Dust Sword, and Dan Wulan and Dan Wuque's Water Cold Sword and Water Spirit Sword. The three swords soared upwards, converging with Su Bei's own four swords.

Su Bei struggled to open his eyes. His vision was blurry as he murmured softly, "Old man..."

Tears covered his entire face. That sword strike was so familiar; there was such a strike back when he traveled the world with the old man.

The Qingping Sword came from outside the city.

This sword encapsulated the essence of the Sword Sect Masters throughout the generations.

This sword defined the Underworld Sword Sect.

This sword comprised the final two strikes of the Immortal Sword style.

This sword had slaughtered countless cultivators during their Tribulation-Crossing Stage.

This sword stirred the winds and clouds of change.

The torrential blood rain in the sky was instantly saturated by that Sword Qi. The blood-red setting sun, like a flimsy gauze, was severed by this sword, incomparably dominant.

The next moment, a hoarse voice resounded across the sky. "Sword Sixteen. Sunset Glow."

Flames burst towards the heavens, dyeing half the sky. The dazzling sunset suddenly blazed forth, illuminating the entire night sky, dispelling the darkness, and coating all of South City in a golden hue, even the leaping flames themselves. The crimson light grew more intense, and then the land and the entire city began to tremble, intertwining and spiraling in the air, connecting heaven and earth—a magnificent spectacle.

BOOM—

The South Emperor amassed a skyful of Spiritual Energy, took a step forward, and looking at the old man before him, bellowed, "Shangguan Wendao!!"

Two streams of Spiritual Energy wildly merged in the sky. A setting sun finally sank completely below the horizon, and the twilight deepened.

"It's you again!!"

Tides rise and fall in the world. Though experts may not be as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river, they still appear in waves. However, only a few ever stand at the peak. Shangguan Wendao was one of them.

Following closely behind Shangguan Wendao, the heavens and earth burst into a dazzling display of flowing lights! Streams of light wrapped around, nearly solidifying into a tangible five-colored aura, glittering brilliantly. A woman bathed within this five-colored aura, her black hair cascading, her eyes cold and stern. Even a palace dress could not hide her graceful figure, her feet lightly adorned with blue silk shoes! If one were to define the beauty of a nation, perhaps it would be this captivating.

She waved her sleeve gently.

A breeze arose, stirring the clouds across the heavens! Everything around began to blur. It was like an ink wash painting being constantly diluted with water—first becoming indistinct, then bizarre and varied, and finally a realm of complete Chaos.

"Key Smoke!!!"

However, behind her, an old man suddenly appeared. His pupils were no longer visible; instead, his eyes held an endless, profound starry sky, within which stars formed and faded, shifted and wandered. His hands formed one complex and indecipherable mudra after another. More and more star-like points of light appeared. Under the broad daylight, a vast starry sky, one that should only exist under night's canvas, was being etched out.

With his movements, these myriad stars began to shift positions, seemingly without pattern. Yet, wherever they passed, the light dimmed, and even sounds were extinguished. The surrounding environment began to transform into a starry sky!

A single point was a star. This was the Dao Sect's Star-Pointing Big Array.

"Dao Zi!!"

At this moment, atop South City, the most powerful individuals from all Twenty-One Provinces had gathered.

Su Bei looked at the scene before him, a tired smile on his lips. He glanced at the distant Key Smoke and gently opened his palm, revealing the ring.

He looked towards the horizon.

There was utter darkness.

Then, one figure after another started to surge wildly towards South City. Finally, Su Bei closed his eyes tightly and fell into a deep sleep.

Resounding voices echoed one after another through the skies:

"Dao Sect, Dao Zi has arrived!!"

"Sword Sect, Mo Xingjian has arrived!!"

"Peach Blossom Sect, Li Xiuliang has arrived!!"

Then came a series of loud explosions, as various forms of chaotic Spiritual Energy shot straight into the heavens! Dark clouds gathered, winds raged, and torrential rain fell like a waterfall! It fell denser and heavier. What was initially a desolate road of white bones and blood now seemed even more chillingly cold. The roaring thunder lit up the sky, revealing layers upon layers of otherworldly flowers, densely packed and covering the entire sky!

What an enormous downpour!

A rain of flowers!

"Star Moon Sect, Yu Hongsleeve!"

An immense Wu Ji Sword Qi cleaved towards one of the terrifying streams of Spiritual Energy in front of Su Bei!

It exploded violently!

"Sword Sect, Jun Wuxie!"

A dazzling white sword light crossed several miles, arriving from afar.

The two attacks met in mid-air.

The sky overflowed with lightning!

"Lei Mountain, Du Qingshan, is here to assist Elder Su!"

A rough voice thundered through the heavens.

And then, it collided head-on with the terrifying Spiritual Energy!

"Amitabha. Buddha Gate, Fa Liu!"

A monk held a dharma staff!

"Shuiyun Gu, Shui Yaozi!"

The voice came from the skies.

"Da Yan Sect, Tang Tianming!"

"Yu Beast Gate, Hu Hansan!"

Before everyone's eyes, various forms of Sword Qi and Spiritual Energy exploded one after another, filling the entire sky, seemingly without end!

Spiritual Energy filled the sky, surging like a sea.

This battle darkened the heavens and the earth.

Sword Qi flew wildly everywhere.

The terrifying Spiritual Energy cracked the ground open. Ripples, invisible to the naked eye, spread outward in circles, like a fierce wind blowing past.