Chapter 1297 - 629: Sword Sacrifice (Part 2)

Chapter 1297: Chapter 629: Sword Sacrifice (Part 2)

Alright, there should have been a grand showdown, after all, it’s been a thousand years since the Sect Hierarch of the Divine Sect called upon the mountain; indeed, a rare gathering in a millennium. Originally, the Nine Peaks Immortals were gathered, planning to hold the Cloud Platform Competition, along with a Mystic Sect Grand Competition, a Heavenly Book battle, perhaps even hosting this year’s college entrance exams.

Who would have thought that halfway through the fight, celestial phenomena would suddenly occur, at times a meteor shower, at times the heavens shine brightly, at times the stars are dazzling, at times the lights extinguish; now, the sky is directly shrouded in darkness without a trace of daylight, not a bit of Star Power can be borrowed—what kind of ghost is this!?

At this moment, the Mountain Men True Immortals were also discussing fervently, gazing into the heavens and calculating, some even directly lighting candles, one by one lying on the ground to copy formulas, and astonishingly no one paid attention to those people in red clothes.

Thus, the people in red clothes were very dissatisfied; amidst the crowd, a red-haired youth carrying a sword jumped out,

"Hey! Lingxu old dog! Stop dawdling! Losing your wits at a time like this and dozing off!

Stick your head out, and take my sword chop from Grandpa Duan Tie! Let’s end this quickly!"

The Mystic Sect members were furious!

"Brat! How dare you be impolite to the Leader! I, the Reckoner, will settle this with you!"

Yet, the Daoist occupying the Leader position suddenly opened his eyes and stood up to walk out.

The Mystic Sect members immediately bowed and retreated, opening a path.

The youth, seeing this, couldn’t help but exclaim "Whoa" and quickly jumped back into the crowd,

"Sect Hierarch, Sect Hierarch, I helped call him out, no need to thank me."

The Sect Hierarch, wearing a Ghost Face and seated in the Giant Divine Soldier, gazing at the dark sky, wondering who he was pretending to be, couldn’t help but give him a sideways glance.

However, he didn’t rush to make a move.

Because Lingxu wasn’t coming for them.

Before everyone’s eyes, the Mystic Sect Leader stepped into the void, making his way to the Peak of Jiuxiao.

Then, his mouth opened, breathing like the wind, astonishingly swallowing a sky full of stars, and all of a sudden wind and clouds gathered.

Then a black spring waterfall suddenly descended from Mingming, rushing down, cascading over him, washing over the Divine Court, refreshing him profoundly, washing him completely black!

At this moment, Lingxu’s expression was shadowy and indistinct, his expression shifting, as though experiencing a trial of the Heart Demon.

Then in the next moment, Lingxu’s eyes opened, as if enlightened, understanding everything.

Suddenly turning around, transformed into an escape light, flying from the Cloud Platform to Outer Heaven!

"Leader!"

The Mystic Sect members were shocked, unable to chase in time! All were puzzled why Lingxu would pull such a stunt at this time with celestial chaos and enemies present!

"Sect Hierarch, this..."

The Divine Sect members were equally bewildered, but the Sect Hierarch wasn’t in the least bit hurried, waving his hand,

"Looks like the Mystic Sect Leader has his own matters, let’s wait a moment longer, coincidentally I have a new magic that I would like everyone to study together."

The Five Elders, feeling resigned, had no choice but to agree to see what new mechanism he had...

The Sect Hierarch shook his head, clawed his chest, pulling out his heart, raising it with a flame, in the boundless darkness, revealing a bloody light,

"It’s not a mechanism, it’s the Holy Fire. The era of new magic has come. My master can finally return home."

And just as the Holy Fire ignited, Lingxu had already flown across the peaks, landing in the Nine Yin Mountain, the escape light rotating before the Nine Luminaries Sword Pavilion shrouded in darkness, suddenly throwing out a star of light that fell into the Sword Tomb before the Pavilion.

Then the escape light straightly plummeted, falling like a meteor into the Nine Yin Mountain bottom, moving through the cave tunnel, walking always forward, until reaching that stone chamber.

Where the white-haired, green-robed elder indeed sat facing the wall.

"You are ready."

Lingxu glanced at him,

"Where’s the sword."

The elder pointed into the deeper darkness.

Lingxu chuckled coldly,

"What, fallen into demonhood again."

The elder sighed,

"Difficult times come, fate is hard to sever, the sword is hard to cast, the Tao is hard to comprehend."

"Really, but now the time has finally come, it should be easy to cast."

Lingxu looked into the Void Abyss, then back at him,

"What, you won’t give me a candle."

The elder shook his head,

"You are different; he can’t do it, you are unwilling."

Lingxu nodded,

"Indeed, I am truly unwilling; you all want to take my life to forge this peerless sword. Who the hell has lost their mind to be willing?"

The elder sighed.

"Yet you are willing to use the blood of the entire Sword Sect to forge the sword...

Do you truly believe this sword can break through Doomsday and forge a path to survival?"

Seeing the elder still silent, Lingxu turned his back, shaking his head,

"What, do you all think I can’t see? Last time Huangfu Yi sacrificed for the sword and it didn’t succeed.

No, it’s not that he didn’t succeed, but your Tai Chi Sword didn’t succeed, couldn’t kill that mule.

Therefore you sacrificed Huangfu Yi, reforged it once.

But now I have come to this point, indicating this time still didn’t succeed.

So now it’s my turn to be sacrificed for the sword remoulding, isn’t it.

But what if it doesn’t succeed again, what next? How many more disciples do you have that can be sacrificed to wash the sword?

And ah, if in the end, ultimately it’s impossible to win, then so be it.

Early death or late death, it’s still just death, all the same, right?

But what if... we win?"

The elder remained speechless.

Lingxu curiously looked at him,

"Moreover, what makes you so confident in me? Think I will definitely come? Why are you so sure I will sacrifice my life to save you?"

The elder remained silent as though he were a child who had done something wrong,

Lingxu touched his chin, pondering for a moment, then suddenly asked,