Chapter 1785 - 457: Embers That Endure

Chapter 1785: Chapter 457: Embers That Endure

When Cang Xuan stepped onto the front line, it was as if an Ancient Sword gathering dust for years suddenly unsheathed.

The sword’s light reflected upon the battlefield of blood and fire.

He was assigned to the "Broken Blade" assault regiment, responsible for attacking and defending dangerous areas, a unit made up of elite Spiritual Ability Users and Genetic Warriors.

To the regiment’s warriors, who saw him always wielding an Iron Sword, with mediocre Life Strength, coming from the already deemed useless "Martial Arts" heritage, there was a degree of doubt. ℯ

But this doubt turned into shock during Cang Xuan’s first combat engagement.

During a critical strategic assault, Cang Xuan followed the regiment to the front.

Upon arrival at the target location, Erosion Light Clan warriors swarmed like a tide, their twisted forms devouring light, emitting spiritual pollution that caused even the most steadfast Spiritual Ability Users to waver, hard to resist.

The regiment’s warriors decisively entered the fray.

However, Spiritual Ability Storm bombarding the Erosion Light Clan warriors had minimal effect, and even the fierce blows from Genetic Warriors only temporarily dispersed their forms, quickly reassembling in the Darkness.

At that moment, Cang Xuan joined the battle, sword in hand.

Calmly stepping forward, he lightly swung the Iron Sword.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, only a faint golden arc of Sword Intent, silently spreading forward like the dawn sunlight dispelling morning mist.

Where the Sword Momentum Domain passed, the despair-inducing dark bodies of the Erosion Light Clan evaporated instantly as if cast into a Melting Furnace.

The field of spiritual pollution that disturbed minds was also obliterated.

With one stroke, a corner of the battlefield was emptied.

The once clamorous battlefield was followed by a moment of Deathly Silence.

Cang Xuan didn’t linger; his figure weaved through the battlefield, each swing of the Iron Sword accompanied by an invisible rhythm.

When blocking, the energy torrent of the Erosion Light Clan, capable of tearing alloys, became a gentle breeze against his face.

When striking, both the tangible dark Sharp Claws and the intangible spiritual shock were annihilated under the faint golden Sword Intent.

With his Iron Sword, he marked an invisible boundary on the battlefield.

Within the boundary, he was truth; all laws fell silent, and no evil could invade.

The abilities of the Erosion Light Clan, which rendered numerous systems of the Dream Weaving Clan ineffective, were powerless before his Sword Momentum.

In his heart, he held the protective obsession that had taken root from the ruins of Martial City.

Aside from his comrades still fighting behind him, there was also the civilization carrying all his tender memories, even if that civilization once abandoned him.

This pure and steadfast Sword Momentum, resonating with the Land of Dreams’ rich Heaven and Earth Energy, transformed into an impregnable barrier and the sharpest blade on the battlefield.

One battle, two, ten... In the warzone where Cang Xuan was present, because of him alone, the once retreating front lines stabilized miraculously and even began to counterattack.

Triumphant reports reached the command, leaving everyone incredulous.

They couldn’t comprehend how an Iron Sword, ordinary to the point of lacking any spiritual quality, could annihilate the Erosion Light Clan warriors that even the Spiritual Energy Cannon failed to completely destroy.

How could a clansman with average physical data unleash such terrifying Combat Power?

Facts proved that Cang Xuan’s strength had already surpassed the limits of their imagination.

His emergence cleaved a path of hope on the battlefield.

Cang Xuan’s Iron Sword, in this stage, transformed into a golden Guardian Heavy Sword, deepening his resolve to protect.

But the threat brought by the Erosion Light Clan couldn’t be removed by stabilizing one front line.

His sudden rise was merely a temporary stabilization.

The brutality of war was far beyond merely holding a single territory.

Cang Xuan soon witnessed even more tragic sights.

He received a mission to support a neighboring city; by the time he and his regiment pierced through the Darkness, reaching the city named "Dawn," it had been ravished by the unending Surge of Darkness.

A city, tens of millions of clansmen, had perished.

Cang Xuan stood before the city’s ruins, his fingers tightly clutching the Iron Sword, as if he could hear the hopeless wails of countless comrades in their final moments.

At that moment, he realized that the pure "Guardian Sword" was powerless in the face of Civilization War.

An unprecedented violent emotion erupted from the depths of his heart, like magma.

Both an indelible hatred for the Erosion Light Clan and fury over his own limited Strength, as well as grief for the fallen civilization that he felt powerless to save.

"Kill!"

He roared towards the sky.

At that moment, the delicate golden glow on his ever-flowing guardian focus hummed and trembled; the representative golden hue of "protection" rapidly faded, the sword blade narrowed, eventually transforming into a blood-red hue soaked with blood.

The Sword of Slaughter took form here.

Returning to the battlefield, Cang Xuan’s fighting style completely changed.

No longer did he hold a single ground, morphing into a blood-colored lightning, actively charging into the densest area of the Erosion Light Clan.

The Sword Momentum Domain expanded, filled with terrifying Killing Intent, annihilating all life within the domain.

The blood-colored Sword Momentum swept across the field, and where it passed, Erosion Light Clan warriors were shredded by invisible billions of blades, disintegrating instantly.

Year after year, the war continued.

The warzone where he was became the only hope in a war of despair.

Collapsed armies converged towards him; refugees sought shelter behind his Sword Momentum.

Over time, titles like Sword God and Guardian God began spreading.

During this period, Cang Xuan’s sword grew faster, more ruthless, more absolute.

He could clearly feel that as his emotions changed, so too did his Sword Momentum.