IS Chapter 110

Chapter 110

Sword hilt pointing to the sky, sword tip pointing to the ground.

At Illusory Sword Manor, only a killing sword is drawn upwards, only a killing sword needs to inform heaven and earth.

Yun Xiangzhuo’s sword was drawn horizontally, because he was doing it for the people behind him.

A horizontal and a vertical sword light, both equally clear, equally cold, equally vast. They were equally fast, equally decisive, and almost the instant they were unleashed, they collided violently in the heavens and earth. The deep, dense night was suddenly torn apart by lightning that pierced through the sky, that was the aftershock of the sharp sword energy.

Yun Xiangxi’s cultivation was recovering from the Golden Core stage, but at that moment, his realm wasn’t as high as Yun Xiangzhuo’s.

But his sword directly overturned Yun Xiangzhuo. That irresistible sword intent and force were about to shake Xiangzhuo Sword out of its master’s hand, but Yun Xiangzhuo held it tightly. Fine cracks appeared on Xiangzhuo Sword, Yun Xiangzhuo’s fingers holding the sword trembled and shifted unnaturally. He held his sword, even if the sword broke and he died, he wouldn’t let go.

It was Ling Ye who soared up and caught him, preventing him from falling heavily to the ground. She blocked Yun Xiangzhuo’s body, turned her head and stared at Yun Xiangxi. Water and wood spiritual power surged around her, and her eyes were full of anger and a desperate determination, everything was so similar to the day she met Yun Xiangxi.

“Yun Xiangxi!” She shouted his name, she had never been so harsh and reckless before: “The affection arose from your heart, then let it die from your heart! The affection arose from his heart, then let it die in his own heart! Killing to prove the Dao is the lowest path, the manor’s disciples are all here, put away your sword!”

Yun Xiangxi didn’t put away his sword. On the contrary, he walked towards them step by step, sword in hand.

“For affection to arise and affection to die, it takes too long. How long did you take? Fifteen years.” Looking directly into Ling Ye’s eyes, Yun Xiangxi’s gaze was as indifferent as the day he rescued her fifteen years ago. It took her fifteen years to understand such a gaze.

“Because it takes too long, you want to destroy your lifelong sword path, destroy his life, destroy the entire manor?!”

“My sword is complete.” Yun Xiangxi stopped, “In these six years, I have already made mistakes, I won’t make any more.”

Ling Ye laughed.

Sword energy howled. Everyone except them was blocked by the overwhelming spiritual force, like an ancient city wall standing between the two sides. The spiritual power around her surged like a river, and with a clang, she drew Huai Xiu Sword upwards: “Then come over here!”

Yun Xiangzhuo grabbed her sleeve.

“It’s me.” She heard Xiao Zhuo’s voice. His once clear voice was as hoarse as if sand had been rubbed into snow.

“I’ll do it.” Yun Xiangzhuo said.

How old are you? You’ve only been in this world for five years, and your sixth year isn’t even over yet. Ling Ye felt like blood was flowing from her eyes, and she flung Yun Xiangzhuo away with a wave of her sleeve.

Who isn’t a chosen one, who doesn’t have a spiritual heart and wisdom, an unparalleled talent? It’s just that Yun Xiangxi’s brilliance would overshadow everyone. She had also cultivated to the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage.

The Spirit Gathering Art revolved like burning, she unleashed a sword towards Yun Xiangxi, pouring all her lifelong cultivation essence into it. Her sword light and figure were like the last glorious sunset glow before the sun sets.

Yun Xiangxi extinguished all of this sparkling brilliance like a suddenly falling night.

He only swung one sword too. The moment the sword tips met, Ling Ye’s figure suddenly froze in the air, and fresh blood spurted from her mouth.

It had nothing to do with cultivation level, or even realm, because Yun Xiangxi’s sword was already complete, his Dao was also complete.

A singular Dao heart, without any extraneous branches, without any complexity, that is “One”. Yun Xiangxi had achieved it, all things outside of the sword Dao were like dissipating clouds to him. He stood there, as if the sword Dao had transformed into a human form. He was neither good nor evil, neither turbulent nor calm, killing had no meaning to him, he was just casually brushing away a few specks of dust on the path.

Such a ruthless Dao–

When Yun Xiangxi sheathed his sword, her body fell, crashing heavily to the ground. Yun Xiangzhuo wanted to catch her, but he could only lunge forward and prostrate himself in front of her. He grabbed her hand, his eyes staring at her blankly.

Grasping his hand back, a sad smile appeared on Ling Ye’s face. She spat out another mouthful of blood. She gazed gently at Yun Xiangzhuo, slowly shaking her head at him, as if telling him not to do anything.

“Xiangzhuo.” Yun Xiangxi’s voice rang out.

“Pick up your sword, stand up.”

Yun Xiangzhuo knew what he was saying. Perhaps in this world, he was truly the only one who knew Yun Xiangxi.

He let go of Ling Ye’s hand. Ling Ye’s injuries were severe, but she still had a chance to live. Yun Xiangxi didn’t break her sword, nor did he kill her with that sword, Yun Xiangzhuo knew why.

–This was the last chance Yun Xiangxi was giving him.

Pick up your sword, stand up, and use your sword to question my sword.

Use your heart that hasn’t cut off love, use your heart that has me, your mother, and everyone else to question my heart.

If you win, none of this will happen.

If you lose, you know what will happen next.

Yun Xiangzhuo used the sword tip to prop himself up, and he swayed as he stood up. The meridians in his right hand must have been shattered, it took a lot of strength, a lot of strength to hold the sword hilt. Gripping it tightly should have felt like excruciating pain, but he didn’t seem to feel anything now.

But he hadn’t practiced left-handed sword before.

Li Yuan didn’t know how he had watched all of this. The biting night wind of Illusion Cloud Cliff blew past him, and he felt a line of bone-chilling coldness under his eyes. How many times did he want to reach out and hold Yun Xiangzhuo’s hand, how many times did he want to stand between him and Yun Xiangxi, but even that ambiguous touch was gone. He was just futilely passing through one illusory phantom after another, he could only watch all of this happen, like a sudden avalanche.

But he clearly remembered that the later Ye Zhuo would use a left-handed sword, Ye Zhuo’s left-handed sword was as good as his right-handed sword.

This was a heart demon illusion.

Yes, this was a heart demon illusion, those cruel glimpses hidden in the deepest part of the human heart. A heart demon illusion that even the heart beasts from the ancient wilderness would be ecstatic about.

Why did he only come to the East Sea ten years later?

Yun Xiangzhuo held his sword, standing face to face with Yun Xiangxi. His bloodless right hand didn’t tremble, he held the sword very firmly. Yun Xiangxi nodded slightly in approval: “Come.”

The aura emanating from him was suppressed to a major realm lower than Yun Xiangzhuo’s, just like every time before, he sparred with Yun Xiangzhuo.

Yun Xiangzhuo’s sword had changed. The appearance was still those sword moves, but the inside was filled with scorching fire, like a pine branch cut off from the tree, knowing that after burning, there would only be scattered ashes, it still wanted to ignite a burst of flames at that moment.

But after all, it was the sword he had carved with his own hands. It was very simple for Yun Xiangxi to receive the sword. The sword he used against Yun Xiangzhuo was also controlled to only win by a hair’s breadth.

With the first sword, he severed one of Yun Xiangzhuo’s meridians, using a sword move that Yun Xiangzhuo hadn’t seen before.

“Twenty-fifth scroll, first sword.” Yun Xiangxi said.

Another sword. Yun Xiangzhuo’s sword blocked this sword, and the sword energy shattered another section of meridians in his body.

The sword in Yun Xiangzhuo’s hand had never been put down.

Xiangzhuo Sword broke at the seventeenth sword in the twenty-ninth scroll. It turned into hundreds of pale fragments.

The meridians in Yun Xiangzhuo’s body were severed inch by inch.

Until the sword broke, and he fell down, he didn’t let go of the sword in his hand.

Yun Xiangxi watched him until he finally struggled and fell.

“Well done.” Yun Xiangxi said. His bloodline should be like this.

Then, he unleashed the eighteenth sword.

–Piercing through Ling Ye’s chest.

Ling Ye suddenly coughed up her last mouthful of blood, and the color of blood obscured her entire vision. In fact, she had thought about self-destruction, but Yun Xiangxi had sealed her cultivation.

…In the end, Xiao Zhuo still saw this scene, his father killed his mother. And next, perhaps even more people would be killed.

She struggled to turn her gaze, and in her blurred vision, there was something small crawling towards her. Was it Xiao Zhuo? But Xiao Zhuo couldn’t stand up now, nor could he move. He could only use the only part of his joint that could still move, crawling towards her little by little, bit by bit.

“Xiao Zhuo.” She said, “Forget it all.”

“Remember… the words I once told you.” She said.

Xiao Zhuo. She said.

I only want you to cultivate your own heart’s Dao.

Everything was silent.

“You monster!” A thunderous old roar pierced through the sword intent barrier. The old manor master’s sword finally broke through it, facing Yun Xiangxi directly. Behind him was his Dao companion, his wife, Yun Xiangxi’s biological mother, and also Yun Xiangzhuo’s blood-related grandmother. She erected another barrier, protecting all the other people in the manor behind her, and letting them escape, leave here, go as far as they could, and never come back again. Yun Xiangxi had already become a demon! She said.

But why did he seem to have truly attained the ultimate sword Dao? Why did he possess such a supreme and cold Dao rhyme?

If this was the pinnacle of the sword Dao, if this was the ruthless Dao that could become a self-contained entity, then what was the point of all their cultivation? Where was the bright and clear Heavenly Dao today?

–But among the sword intents swirling in the sky and on the ground, who could escape?

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky at some point. The ground seemed to have turned into nothingness, a deeply cold and bone-chilling ice surface, so cold, so white, white to the extreme, it actually showed a faint blue.

What was this? Yun Xiangxi’s Dao domain?

In the soft sound of falling snow, Yun Xiangxi took a step forward.

“Thirty-first scroll.” Yun Xiangzhuo heard his voice.

He reached out and grasped Ling Ye’s hand again, that already cold hand. He also heard a muffled sword sound. He was wondering why he had such a familiar understanding of the sword Dao, why when he heard the sound of a sword, the sword form of that sword would appear in his mind, why when he heard the sound of the sword blade entering flesh and blood, he could imagine the posture of that person’s death.

Until the forty-third scroll.

Yun Xiangxi’s self-created sword art, starting from the first scroll, ending at the forty-third scroll.

The snow was still falling, turning everyone’s bodies into thin mounds bulging on the snow. Perhaps after a while, nothing would be visible anymore.

Yun Xiangzhuo’s hand groped around and grabbed the cold hilt of Huai Xiu Sword. With the sword tip propping against the ground, he finally supported his body and stood up again. His hand was trembling, his whole body was also trembling slightly.

“Are you afraid?” Yun Xiangxi said.

“I’m not afraid.” Yun Xiangzhuo raised his eyes, his gaze calmly looking into Yun Xiangxi’s eyes.

“Yun Xiangxi, you’re the one who’s afraid.”