Seeking Truth with a Sword-Chapter 619 - 560: Move the Mountain

From within the bronze box, the beast’s eyes emitted a dazzling white light, and the air became as viscous as syrup.

The guards closest to Jin Wusuan and a disciple from Lu Li Academy tried to advance and close the lid of the cauldron. However, as soon as they moved, they encountered aberrations.

Flying Swords transformed into flowers, flames into bubbles, and Mind Needles into feathers.

Some people’s pupils dilated, their eyes trembled, and they knelt on the ground vomiting, clearly suffering a mental shock, while others’ bodies twisted and deformed, turning into trees, squirrels, stones, and even spades—completely bizarre things.

Some flew up out of nowhere, fell into the ceiling, and merged with it. Their fate was unknown.

In the Ghost Realm, the Dream Eater was the sovereign that manipulated everything.

"Come on, give it a try."

Jin Wusuan, gaunt in appearance, sat on a chair. His face was thin yet radiated a vibrant spirit as he enticingly said to Lu Qingya, "Either kill your wife, children, and disciples to return to your peak condition and try to shatter the Dream Realm created by the Dream Eater, setting everything back on track, or commit suicide in front of your family—without your Qi Sea, the Dream Eater’s awakening might be interrupted. Which will you choose?"

Lu Qingya was silent for a long time. Then he sighed deeply, turned his head, and gently said to his worried and frightened family, "I’m sorry. I’ve made some mistakes in the past and dragged you into this."

"Don’t say that..." His wife shook her head, tenderly stroking her husband’s face.

His young son, however, said, "Daddy did nothing wrong!"

"Watch your words!" Lu Qingya’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. He intensified his tone and looked sternly at his son until the boy pouted and looked down, admitting his mistake.

After scolding his son, Lu Qingya turned back to Jin Wusuan and calmly said, "To kill one to save a hundred, to kill a hundred to save ten thousand—I was willing to do it. That was indeed what I thought in the past. It wasn’t until last year, when I was shocked to hear of Jianquan’s death, standing before my old friend’s grave, that I understood: some things, once done wrong, are just wrong. The so-called ’temporary measures,’ ’focusing on the big picture,’ or ’necessary evils’ are nothing but excuses. Therefore, I neither resent your revenge nor regret not having eliminated the roots earlier. A life for a life; it’s quite fair."

Lu Qingya paused, then shook his head. "Nevertheless, I too have things I must protect. Until I can ensure they are safe and sound, I cannot die."

With that, he drew the sword from his waist and planted it into the ground.

The sword was slender and unsharpened, deep brown in color, its surface covered in magnificent, deer-antler-shaped openwork patterns. Clearly, it was the Lu Li Sword—the symbol of the Mountain Master passed down through generations at the Lu Li Academy.

"Everyone, stand further back," Lu Qingya spoke softly, placing both hands on the sword’s hilt and beginning to chant a mysterious incantation.

BUZZ!

Visible fluctuations of Spiritual Energy, centering on the Lu Li Sword, spread out in all directions, eventually forming the shape of a phantom mountain that enveloped the inn from above.

CRASH! A wooden beam in the inn’s roof snapped, and a large amount of debris, dust, and wood shavings rustled down.

CRACK! CRACK!

Within the circular area that included Lu Qingya, tables and chairs entirely collapsed and shattered. All the wood accelerated downwards, sticking tightly to the ground.

The gravity had changed.

A guard, unable to dodge in time and failing to move out of the gravity field, was instantly slammed to the ground. His bones creaked, and he screamed in agony. If his companion hadn’t pulled him out in time, his entire body might have been embedded in the ground, bursting with blood.

Li Ang pulled Chai Chai and quickly retreated, his lips pressed tightly together as he watched the entire expanse of the collapsing brick and tile ground.

It was said that the founder of Lu Li Academy was a Great Practitioner who lived in seclusion from the world. During a time of chaos, a group of refugees fleeing the ravages of war came to the deep mountains where he resided. He wasn’t angry that his solitude was disturbed. After hearing the refugees’ descriptions of the brutal scenes in the outside world, he used his Supreme Power to move mountains from the surroundings, forming a mountain hollow for the refugees to live in and avoid the chaos of war. The village thus formed was the predecessor of the Lu Li Academy.

This was the unrevealed secret of Lu Li Academy.

Candle Cloud Realm·Moving Mountains as Fences!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

In the middle of the hall, bricks and stones pressed against each other, sending countless shards flying.

Jin Wusuan still sat in his chair, the bronze box emitting visible ripples that protected him, confronting the increasingly strong gravity.

Under the enhancement of the academy’s Longsword, the Moving Mountains as Fences technique that Lu Qingya released could not be arbitrarily erased or altered by the Dream Eater—after all, it had not fully awakened yet.

"You should leave now. This is between him and me," Jin Wusuan turned his head, looked at his housekeeper beside him, and said gently, "I’ve let go of everything. You still have your own family."

"I won’t leave. You are my family too," Housekeeper Jin, tears streaming down his face, once again uttered the title that had been unspoken for decades, "Brother."

Years ago, after his parents died, he had wandered with Jin Wusuan. At that time, Jin Wusuan was obsessed with revenge, even considering assassinating high-ranking officials of Yu Country with a Dagger. To hide their identities, Jin Wusuan had him call him ’brother’ for a time.

Hearing this title, Jin Wusuan’s lips trembled slightly. He closed his eyes and shoved the housekeeper forcefully.

The housekeeper fell backward. The moment he tumbled out of the ripple barrier, the Dream Eater glanced at him. He then flashed out of the Moving Mountain Skill’s range, appearing safe and sound in a corner of the hall.

"Now it’s just the two of us," Jin Wusuan turned his head to face Lu Qingya, calmly saying, "What are you waiting for?"

As soon as Jin Wusuan finished speaking, Lu Qingya twisted the hilt of his sword with both hands, and the chanting of the spell suddenly accelerated.

The gravity became increasingly terrifying, beginning to radiate in different directions.

Scattered pieces of wood further shattered and burst.

Clumps of brick, tile, and stone, like dough, were sometimes stretched apart, sometimes kneaded into a mass.

Lu Qingya had clearly reduced the range of the Moving Mountain Skill, covering only Jin Wusuan and himself.

However, even so, the residual waves of the gravitational change still affected other areas of the inn.

Beams were destroyed, and walls collapsed. The talisman lamp wires embedded in the walls sizzled.

Ji Xingwang erected a barrier, blocking the falling bricks and logs from above to protect the ordinary people. However, because he was standing too close, his complexion suddenly changed, and he cried out as he vomited a mouthful of fresh blood—the Gravity Effect could penetrate the barrier, directly affecting his internal organs.

"Move back!"

Li Ang pulled Chai Chai back and, with a wave of his hand, released his Telekinesis to pull Ji Linglang and her sister, along with the entire Song Shaoyuan family, to the rear.

Everyone watched the strange scene ahead—due to the gravitational chaos, all objects within a ten-meter diameter spherical area were flying about aimlessly.

Brick, tile, wood, pottery shards—all materials were separated into their smallest particles, sometimes gathering, sometimes dispersing, like some kind of black, tiny school of fish swirling around.

Only the area around Jin Wusuan and Lu Qingya remained untouched.

If viewed from high above, the two would appear like the two dots in a Yin Yang Diagram, clean and insulated.