Chapter 459 - 317: In the Twilight Years, Drawing the Sword to Sever Heaven and Attain Dao [Holy Dao Divine Sword] (Part 3)

[The True Martial General faced three adversaries alone and died heroically in battle.]

[Zhao Country fell, the Human Race leaderless, peril was imminent.]

[At this time of crisis, a man carrying a sword ventured alone into the Sunset Mountain Range, causing the earth to shake. Ten days later, he returned with the heads of the rampaging fierce beasts Taotie, Bifang, and Qiongqi.]

[The other fierce beasts that developed wisdom were thrown into chaos, unanimously deciding to hide deep within the mist, not daring to show their faces lightly.]

[This person was none other than the new Sword Leader of the Martial Arts Hall—Firewood Sword!!]

[Thirteen years later, just as the evil dragon of the East Coast stirred up hundred-zhang high tsunamis, a sword light descended from the Nine Heavens to impale it at Dragon Abyss.]

[Fifty years later, when the corpse of a Buddha in the west raised its decayed palm, the entire desert suddenly ignited with indelible Red Flames, and a corpse of a Celestial Destiny God in the south failed to even climb out of its coffin as believers quietly closed the lid.]

[A hundred years later, when humans and spirits were born in the northern borders, and the land was red for miles, an Ancient Sword descended from the sky and split it in two.]

[The new Sword Leader resided atop Tongtian Mountain, wielding the sword to suppress celestial gods, earth demons, fierce beasts, and demon fiends of the world.]

[The new Sword Leader finally awaited the emergence of the Human King, who raised the "Great Sun" to unify the Human Race, establishing a greater nation upon these ruins.]

[This Human King rose in the Sunset Mountain Range, forging the Unparalleled Spiritual Weapon "Sun-Shooting Bow" amidst battles to protect the region, collaborated with the Black Cloud City Lord to command armies, delved into the mist, and returned after shooting three fierce beasts.]

[This time, the Human King came to pay homage to Tongtian Mountain.]

[Luo Yi opened his eyes and recognized the identity of the Human King.]

[This man was indeed the younger brother of Red Flame Celestial Mandate Zhou Dingtian—Zhou Qingshan!]

[He fulfilled the unfinished wish of his elder brother.]

[Unified the world.]

[At this moment, the bow-wielding Human King, the sword-wielding Saint, and the army-commanding Divine General, the three great Daoist Masters of Soldiers were simultaneously present in the world!]

[A Great Sun rose.]

[Zhou Qingshan’s figure rose rapidly within the torrent of Fortune, transforming into a Red Flame Giant God towering over the land. When he drew that longbow, the very mountain ranges of the land groaned under the unbearable weight.]

[In the wave patterns shattered by the bowstring, an arrow entwined with the Fortune of three hundred dynasties whistled upwards, causing the Moon of Eternal Daylight hanging in the sky to crack with web-like lines.]

[The falling moon debris smashed into the sea, with the vast mist retreating, the crowd at the mountain’s foot saw everything of the world becoming clear.]

["Mountain!"]

["Mountain!"]

["Da Shan!"]

[On that day, the shouts of mountain-collapse and tsunami echoed from Tongtian Mountain—the seventh Eternal Realm of the Human Race was born.]

[Six hundred hurried years passed, one night, Luo Yi suddenly turned white-haired, and his once plump skin withered visibly, with his spine suddenly hunching, losing even the strength to draw his sword as it declined rapidly.]

[Luo Yi finally sensed his "Eight Hundred Years Celestial Mandate" descending, this Celestial Destiny God was the great terror faced by Flame Ancestor, Black Cloud City Lord, and Human Race heroes of all times.]

[Murmurs from the void crawled up his bone marrow—if he wanted to live, he could forsake his Human Race identity, fall into the mist, and become an eternal Celestial Destiny God.]

["Abandon the sword..."]

["Fall into the mist..."]

["Become a god..."]

[The remnants of demon fiends suppressed for hundreds of years emitted shrill laughter, but Luo Yi cracked his chapped lips into a grin—this smile caused the Celestial Destiny God that had watched in darkness for eight hundred years to tremble.]

["You... underestimate me."]

[The night wind wailed, picking up Luo Yi’s frost-white long hair as his emaciated fingers slowly stroked over the two weapons lying across his knees.]

[Luo Yi had assumed the role of Sword Leader of the Martial Arts Hall, defending Da Shan for hundreds of years.]

["Clang!"]

[The moment the Firewood Sword was drawn, the entire Tongtian Mountain burst into flames—not of fire, but of something more violent—the battle intent of Masters of Soldiers of generations left in the mortal world. Those long-dispersed figures formed ranks in the firelight, channeling the will of three hundred and seventy-nine pioneers from across history into the sword’s edge.]

[At the same time, the Celestial Punishment Blade groaned; faces of the Human Race who perished under the "Eight Hundred Years" Celestial Mandate appeared on its blade. Luo Yi’s arm muscles ruptured inch by inch, yet he crossed both weapons into a cross to slice through heaven and earth.]

["In my lifetime—"]

[At the intersection of sword light and blade radiance, the grip that had shackled the Human Race for eternity manifested. It was a chain formed by countless twisted divine faces, with the Celestial Destiny God that the Flame Ancestor failed to shatter on his deathbed embedded at its center.]

["I have slain ants!"]

["I have slain Bodhisattvas!"]

["I have slain evil dragons!"]

["I have slain demons!"]

["I have slain fierce beasts!"]

["I have slain gods!"]

["Today—"]

[In the burst of light from the twin weapons, Luo Yi’s old body began to vaporize. The first to disappear was his right arm holding the sword, followed by the spine bearing the Dao patterns, and finally the heart that had beat for eight hundred years.]

["I shall slay the Celestial Mandate!!!"]

[The heavy shackles shattered inch by inch, and the Celestial Destiny God of eight hundred years fell on this day.]

["Hahaha!!"]

[With a hearty laugh, Luo Yi transformed into a breeze of spring wind, drifting towards the mortal world of smoke and fire.]

[The Second Heaven Soldier Masters of the Seven States in the Great Wilderness of the Human Race felt something; someone today had completed the Flame Ancestor’s unfulfilled wish.]

[The Human King Zhou Qingshan woke from his dream, rushed to Tongtian Mountain, only to see a humming Ancient Sword planted on the peak’s rocks.]

[Zhou Qingshan engraved the "future" of the seventh Eternal Realm onto the Ancient Sword to memorialize the spirit of the Sword Leader.]

[A hundred years later, the Firewood Sword encompassed more than the sky, river, mountains, and fire, which predecessors had transformed into celestial bodies. The sword bore three other sides—one inscribed with landscapes of mountains and grass, another with the techniques of farming and animal husbandry, and another with the strategy of unifying the Four Seas.]

[Epilogue.]

["Human Emperor’s Transmission"]

[In the Great Wilderness, there was a Tongtian Mountain named Zhou, upon which a saint painstakingly forged an unparalleled Divine Sword, slaying demons and purging fiends for eight hundred years.]

[Later, held by the Human Emperor, it bore the weight of the rivers, mountains, state, and people; this Holy Dao Divine Sword was called—Xuanyuan!]

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