IS Chapter 30
by VolareLi Yuan couldn’t agree.
The first half of the sentence wasn’t wrong. With his bloodline, even if he did nothing, his cultivation realm would naturally increase as long as he lived.
It was only after he existed that the elders of the Dragon Realm began to have requirements for the cultivation of other young dragons.
–But, how could it be like that?
“Look at the Second Palace Master Ye Zhuo, if time passes, what difficulty would he have in transcending tribulations? But he’s still like this,” Li Yuan said. “I am the same.”
“I can’t do anything with you,” the Red Dust Sword Immortal sighed with a smile. “Forget it, since you’re asking me tonight, Brother Li Yuan, I can’t hide my knowledge. But you have your own destinies. I fear that saying too much might lead you astray instead.”
“Feel free to speak,” Li Yuan said, “I will discern it myself.”
“When a sword cultivator enters the Tribulation Transcendence stage, they must truly take the sword as their Dao, and the sword and I become one. Brother Li Yuan, I have only one sentence.”
The Red Dust Sword Immortal looked into Li Yuan’s eyes, enunciating each word clearly, and softly said, “The Dao heart is singular.”
Li Yuan suddenly felt that these four words were familiar.
“Illusory Cloud Cliff?” he said.
Under the snowy moonlight, the Red Dust Sword Immortal was suddenly stunned, his expression greatly changing.
Almost staring fixedly at Li Yuan, his eyes were as if he were seeing something extremely unfamiliar, extremely unimaginable.
“Why do you… know this name? Why can you say this name? What connection do you have with it?”
Li Yuan heard the Red Dust Sword Immortal’s voice become strained and hoarse.
Illusory Cloud Cliff, why did these three words cause even the Sword Immortal to lose his composure?
“No connection, I just heard some stories from someone.”
“–Who? What did they say? Do you still remember that story?”
It was Su Yizhen. But Li Yuan didn’t say it.
“No, I misspoke, Brother Li Yuan, just pretend I didn’t ask,” the Red Dust Sword Immortal closed his eyes, seeming to slowly recover from his earlier loss of composure. “That’s right, you’re not from this world, no wonder you remember.”
His words seemed to have deeper meaning.
Li Yuan: “What do you mean by that?”
The Red Dust Sword Immortal finished a cup of wine.
“Some things leave no trace in this world. Only those who once had a connection with them can remember those things. But even that isn’t certain.” The Sword Immortal’s gaze seemed lost, his voice drawn out, “Brother Li Yuan, clearly wanting to remember some things, but every time you think about it, you forget a little more, can you understand this feeling?”
Li Yuan had never experienced this feeling, but listening to the Red Dust Sword Immortal’s tone, he felt sadness.
“Since Senior doesn’t want to forget, then don’t mention it again. I also won’t investigate the matter.”
“Oh? Such a hidden past, aren’t you curious?”
Li Yuan: “Someone told me that worldly matters have many different versions, so I should just listen and let it go. I deeply agree.”
The Red Dust Sword Immortal stared straight at him: “But I’m feeling depressed about it, I really want to bring it up.”
Li Yuan: “…”
“Then Sword Immortal Brother, please feel free,” he said, “If you forget, just ask me.”
The Red Dust Sword Immortal slowly blinked his eyes.
These words… seemed to make a lot of sense.
“Do you know why I suddenly changed to cultivate the Red Dust Sword Dao? Do you know why I cultivated the Emotionless Sword Dao when I first entered the Dao?” The Red Dust Sword Immortal’s fingers lingered on the snowy white sword.
“I cultivated the Emotionless Sword Dao because I admired someone. That person was the Number One Sword Under Heaven at that time, and his sect was also at that time… an unparalleled sword cultivator sect. At that time, he was like a bright moon in the sky, dominating the world — he cultivated the Emotionless Sword Dao.”
“Actually, he was also like a vortex. He only had the sword in his heart, but as long as he was there, everyone would chase after him, like me.”
“Later, that sect was completely gone.”
Li Yuan was stunned, and then he remembered the Immortal Palace ruins, heavy with silence and death, at the top of Illusory Cloud Cliff.
“What about him?”
The Red Dust Sword Immortal’s gaze was so empty.
“He ascended,” he said.
“I have no intention of wondering how he ascended. …But, if he could completely disregard even his own teachers and elders of many years, his blood relatives, what good is such a Dao, even if he ascends? Is such a Dao really worth cultivating for a lifetime?”
“After that, I changed to cultivate the Red Dust Sword Dao.”
Li Yuan quietly watched the Red Dust Sword Immortal, watching him get cut by his cold sword, fresh red blood flowing over the snow-white blade.
“How exactly did that sect perish?”
“Brother Li Yuan, listen to me,” the Red Dust Sword Immortal suddenly grabbed his arm, looking at him, “This place is not a place to stay for long. You may have things you want to do here, but once those things are done, leave.”
Li Yuan stared fixedly at him.
“What was his name?”
“His surname was Yun,” the Red Dust Sword Immortal said.
That night, before a jar of wine was finished, the Red Dust Sword Immortal was already drunk. The round moon in the sky was still as bright as that night during the Mid-Autumn Festival. On the white jade eaves, he threw away his wine cup, and slept with his sword in his arms, facing the sky.
An immortal sleeping soundly, how carefree.
Li Yuan drank the remaining wine in his cup alone, and then got up.
The wine of the human world couldn’t intoxicate him either.
“Brother Wei Sheng, why have you been over there?” Li Yuan said.
Then he saw Wei Sheng Xian, wearing a snow-white Daoist robe with occasional red decorations, smiling as he turned out from behind a tall eave.
He picked up the third wine cup and poured himself a shallow cup.
“Brother Li Yuan knows, the Sword Immortal knows, the wine cup knows, doesn’t that count as eavesdropping?”
Li Yuan: “Brother Wei Sheng, do you also have something weighing on your heart that you want to vent?”
“Nothing weighs on my heart, I just love listening to stories.” Wei Sheng Xian chuckled, “This Daoist’s lineage is a recluse in the mountains, only cultivating the Heavenly Dao, and not asking about worldly affairs.”
“What about the Second Palace Master Ye Zhuo?”
“Then Brother Li Yuan will have to ask him himself.”
“Suit yourselves,” Li Yuan said, “I won’t ask too much.”
“Oh?” Wei Sheng Xian approached him, “Getting to the bottom of things is human nature, Brother Li Yuan, are you truly so devoid of human desires?”
“Hearing too many conflicting opinions, I fear I’ll become lost in the situation.”
Wei Sheng Xian laughed loudly.
“The human world is good, but physical bodies are illusory, emotions are dreams, I wonder when they can be cleared up.” Wei Sheng Xian sighed, “Brother Li Yuan, my Daoist ancestor said, ‘Those with deep desires have shallow heavenly insights, those with shallow desires have deep heavenly insights,’ your heart is so clear, no wonder your body is like the sun and moon.”
These words had quite a few phrases, and seemed to be quoting the classics, Li Yuan seriously understood the meaning in the words, and frowned slightly.
“But,” he said, “My desires don’t seem to be shallow.”
“…”
Wei Sheng Xian quietly stared at him for a long time.
He flicked his sleeves and left.