Da Xuan Martial Saint-Chapter 630 - 370: Immortality Severed, Absolute Blade Perished!_2

Chapter 630: Chapter 370: Immortality Severed, Absolute Blade Perished!_2

From a distance, Luan Qiumei and the others beheld that first ray of sword light and momentarily fell into a trance, as if their hearts were being questioned, asking themselves what truly lay within their hearts.

As their will solidified and they broke free from the disturbance, their gaze shifted to the second ray of sword light, which questioned them again, asking, what is the path you follow?

Finally.

The third ray of sword light left one feeling lost, wondering what the Qiankun, the universe and earth, meant to oneself.

“Jiang Changsheng…”

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Setting aside Luan Qiumei and the others, even top Grandmasters like Hai Qianyuan and Liu Tong, who were hundreds of yards away, could feel the influence contained within that sword light. The unity of body, heart, and sword wasn’t just talk. As the sword was swung, before it even reached them, it had already shaken their hearts.

Had Luan Qiumei, Xia Yuye and the others faced this sword directly, they would have been almost powerless to defend against it. Merely faced with the questioning of that brilliant Sword Heart, it would rob a person of a third of their spirit, and those with slightly weaker will may not even recover from the sword’s mental challenge after being physically struck.

Even for Liu Tong and Hai Qianyuan, facing such a sword, the only choice was to flee, unable to withstand the hit directly.

But.

Such a brilliant sword, asking three questions, as it descended upon Chen Mu, only caused a slight flicker of astonishment in his eyes, followed by a soft sigh in the end.

With his will and heart, it was impossible for Jiang Changsheng’s Heart Sword’s questioning to shake him, much less make him waver. Especially since he had already questioned himself countless times about the first two questions posed by the Sword Heart. Only the last question, ‘what is Qiankun to me,’ had caused a slight stirring of thoughts within Chen Mu.

Qiankun.

This universe and earth.

What exactly did it mean to him?

Although he had been in this world for more than a decade, it was after all, only a little over a decade, and he had never forgotten those far older memories. However, with the passing of time, memories of the past had gradually become blurred, like scenes from a dream.

After all, were the events of the past merely a dream within a dream? He was born and raised in this world, this Qiankun, and its mountains, rivers, and lands were his homeland. Or could it be that he had always been, from the beginning to the end, merely a passer-by in this Qiankun?

This question,

for the current Chen Mu, also had no clear answer.

He simply stood there, his thoughts silently drifting away, and when he stopped pondering over this question and came back to his senses, Jiang Changsheng’s sword, the three rays of sword light merged into one, along with the edge of the sword in his hand, had already arrived in front of him.

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That’s enough.

Chen Mu sighed softly in his heart.

Then he slowly raised his right hand, his plain fingers forming a seal, and as he lifted it up, the vast and boundless Yuan Gang True Essence inside his body solidified and gathered at his fingertips, uniting the wild forces into one brilliant point of light.

Crack.

This one point of light finally collided with Jiang Changsheng’s Longevity Sword, emitting a sound like something shattering.

The streaks of sword light gathered on the ancient sword body briefly solidified, then began to tremble violently. The fierce Sword Intent surged in an attempt to break all shackles and tear apart the Qiankun and the universe.

But in the end.

The sword light could not withstand the force of that one seal.

Accompanied by the sound of metal breaking, the sword light instantly dispersed, and Jiang Changsheng’s Longevity Sword, too, shattered inch by inch. A trace of confusion appeared in his eyes as the Sword Intent he had gathered disintegrated along with the fragments of the sword in his hand.

Boom!

Jiang Changsheng’s figure flew backward, spewing a cloud of blood into the sky, tracing an arc of dozens of yards before crashing heavily into a deep crater in the desolate land far away. The sword that he had held shattered completely, leaving only the hilt tightly gripped in his hand, which was also covered in cracks that extended into his palm, as blood continued to drip down.

The field was silent.

All the Grandmasters were speechlessly quiet.

Only Chen Mu stood alone in the center, slowly lowering his right hand, looking at the lifeless Jiang Changsheng who had fallen dozens of yards away, with a lingering sigh in his eyes. It was not easy to embark on such a Sword Dao journey. He felt a hint of the ‘Heavenly Sword’ from Jiang Changsheng, and if this path could be taken to the utmost pinnacle, it indeed held the potential to question the Qiankun.

This was originally Qin Mengjun’s old rival, who Chen Mu intended to leave for Qin Mengjun to hone his Martial Arts with in the future. Yet he hadn’t expected that the final ‘questioning of Qiankun’ would also question himself, leading him to momentarily be moved, thus ending things cleanly.

But perhaps this was what Jiang Changsheng had sought.

By using the Heaven and Earth Wheel Seal, he had given a measure of recognition and respect to the Longevity Sword Dao.

“Who else will come?”

Chen Mu’s gaze gradually returned to calm, casting his eyes towards the emptiness, Hai Qianyuan, and Tuoba Xi and the others.

The silence persisted.

Pavilion Master Hai Qianyuan of the End of the World Sea Pavilion appeared frozen, looking at Jiang Changsheng lying in the deep crater of desolate earth, a pitiful scene, and then at Chen Mu who stood calmly in the center of the field, falling silent for a moment.

Kongji pressed his palms together in reverence, glancing at the nearby Jiang Changsheng, recalling how he had spiritedly drawn his sword seven times not long ago to take his Spirit Fruit, and now, with the sword destroyed and the man defeated, a sigh finally emerged from the depths of his heart along with a soft chanting of a Buddhist mantra.

“My Buddha is merciful.”

He quietly stepped back and turned to leave.

Chen Mu.

Qiankun has been achieved.

The tenth Qiankun Grandmaster in the world, yet another existence invincible among the Grandmasters, stood destined by fate to stand tall in this world.

As Hai Qianyuan fell silent and Kongji retreated, Chen Mu turned his gaze towards Tuoba Xi nearby, dressed in a black robe and holding the Absolute Blade, his expression revealing no emotion as he quietly watched him.