Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 800 - 223: Shaking Zhu Yao City! Worthy of Being Called the Terrestrial Sword Immortal!_4

Chapter 800: Chapter 223: Shaking Zhu Yao City! Worthy of Being Called the Terrestrial Sword Immortal!_4

That’s right!

It is exactly so.

The Governor of Zhu Yao City tried his best to shift the blame onto others, and now he could only hope... that the Holy Fire Guard were vigilant.

By all means, by all means, by all means, do not touch that Fan Wu of Qiulong Temple!

Otherwise.

Hiss!

He didn’t know if it was a sudden illusion, but the Governor of Zhu Yao City felt a chill around his neck, which made him shiver involuntarily.

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The next day.

Noon.

After so much time, someone finally mustered the courage to head to the area where there had been the greatest disturbance last night.

And then, they saw a scene of utter devastation.

It left them completely dumbfounded.

They were struck speechless.

The city walls of Zhu Yao City were still impressively tall, standing at about thirty feet high and looking very majestic. Standing at the corner of such a wall would let anyone feel the intimidation it imposed.

However... those majestic and tall walls had now vanished, as though someone had demolished them overnight.

Not even a single brick remained!

They could also see that the ground in front of them had collapsed to a depth of ten feet, as if tens of thousands of people had dug an outrageously large pit there overnight.

Such a pit, if filled with water, would be larger than several lakes combined.

At the same time, the people could see dense cracks spread across the ground beneath their feet.

Some cracks were only an inch deep.

But for the deep ones, it was completely unclear just how deep they were!

Someone searched the ground for a while and finally found a small stone. Then, they tentatively threw it into one of the wider, deeper cracks, reminiscent of a small river.

It took more than ten seconds before they finally heard the sound of the stone hitting the bottom.

"Hiss!!!"

Everyone gasped sharply and quickly retreated from the crack.

"This... must be at least sixty feet deep, right?" Even a bold Great Yan Cultivator took a few steps back, speaking with lingering fear, "If one were to fall by accident, even we cultivators would be smashed into a pulp!"

Next to him, a tall monk dressed in a cassock said, "Amitabha, could this crevice be the result of that sword qi from yesterday?"

"Doesn’t seem likely," someone said, "I remember the sword qi from last night was straight and direct. This crevice here is all twisted."

"Is there a possibility that the crevice up ahead was the one caused by that sword qi?" Suddenly, someone interjected.

Everyone was startled and looked in the direction the person was pointing.

They discovered only a sheer cliff.

They saw nothing else.

"Where is the crevice?" the monk in the cassock asked, his face full of astonishment, "The poor monk didn’t see it!"

"That cliff is the crevice that was created!"

"What?!!!!!"

An indescribable sense of shock... permeated the hearts of everyone, who hurriedly ran towards that direction.

These people were all cultivators, for only cultivators would have the courage to approach this area.

When they arrived at that sheer cliff face, they were astonished to discover that the face of the cliff was very smooth and even. It was as if someone had used a file to meticulously smooth it out.

"Look over there!" someone pointed at the opposite side of the cliff, which was also a precipice.

Did that not mean that this was truly cleaved by a single sword strike?

They could not see clearly just how long the cliff stretched.

But they could make a rough estimate of its width.

A hundred steps! At least a hundred steps wide!!

That is to say... if someone could walk on air, it would take a hundred steps to cross to the other side of the cliff.

My Goodness!

This was simply a miracle!

Even if it was the greatly scaled and enormously turbulent turning over of an earth dragon, could such a cliff result from it? Even after a torrential downpour, could a mountain suddenly collapsing create such a cliff?

"Sword Intent..." Among the crowd, a cultivator holding a sword was full of eager expression.

He was like a pilgrim who had found the sacred land of his heart, his eyes almost gleaming.

His eyes fixed intently on the vast cliff ahead, his face filled with excitement. He was so moved that tears filled his eyes, and the hand holding the sword trembled violently.

The man’s lips also quivered slightly, and in a somewhat trembling voice, he murmured to himself, "This is Sword Intent! After a night has passed, the Sword Intent here remains so piercingly cold, being near it feels as though a sword is pressed against one’s throat!"

"Such that even the soul feels targeted by a sword, the mere residual Sword Intent... can ward off all manner of demons and fiends from this place."

"Because those demons and fiends dare not to come near this place! This... is also a holy land in the hearts of those who pursue the sword!"

"Qiulong Temple’s Fan Wu... Qiulong Temple’s Fan Wu..."

Murmuring this name, the cultivator was so excited that he knelt down on the spot: "This person must be a Terrestrial Sword Immortal; his swordsmanship has reached a peak, transcended the mundane, and attained the realm of the Immortal Gods!"

"As long as I reside here, pondering his Sword Intent each month, perhaps I can learn a trace of his skill. Even if it’s just a tiny bit, it would be of immense benefit to me!"

His words, one after another, were overheard by many nearby because he was too excited to lower his voice.

The other cultivators looked at each other, initially, they really had not thought that this place of magical combat would have such a wondrous aspect!

They were only shocked that this place was devastated to such an extent, neglecting all other details.

Now, reminded by this cultivator, they too instantly came to a realization!

But if they stayed in this place to ponder, wouldn’t they be reflecting on the things belonging to Qiulong Temple’s Fan Wu?

If they were unable to discern anything, it would be fine, but what if they did? What would that make them? A bunch of nameless disciples of Qiulong Temple’s Fan Wu?

However, this conflicting thought lasted in their minds only for a moment before they dismissed it.

Such power, comparable to that of Immortal Gods, was worth desiring, even if it meant abandoning dignity.

To put it in a self-deprecating way, if Qiulong Temple’s Fan Wu were willing to personally teach them a thing or two about demon-slaying techniques, they would be willing to kneel down and call Fan Wu "Father"!

Indeed, this was what they truly desired; they were not joking.

To hear the Dao in the morning...

To die in the evening would be enough!

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