Chapter 630: The Yao Sword, Divine Misfortune

Qing Luo’s formerly pristine white robes were already tattered and stained with blood. His hair was disheveled, and he was covered in wounds. He was in extremely dire straits.

However, Su Yi didn’t?stay?his hand.

Qing Luo considered his fists his strongest weapons.

However, Su Yi now fought with his bare fists too, using the ability his opponent took the most pride in to destroy him completely!

Qing Luo’s strength in the late-stage Spiritual Manifestation Realm far surpassed others of the same cultivation. It was enough for him to kill Ying Que, a mighty yao of the Spiritual Incarnation Realm.

However, the way Su Yi saw it, he was at most comparable to Qing Shuang, the lady sword cultivator from the Profound Sky Realm.

Boom!

Su Yi’s sleeves billowed around him. He clenched his fist and punched.

Mahāsthāmaprāpta’s Radiant Fist!

In Buddhism, the bodhisattva Mahāsthāmaprāpta represented wisdom, light, and averting calamity.

According to legend, the fruition of a certain Buddhist expert’s cultivation made him a bodhisattva, and his title was Mahāsthāmaprāpta. He possessed limitless dharmic power, and the Buddhist masses revered him.

This fist technique was from the Wilds’ number-one Buddhist Holy Land, the Little Western Paradise. It was ranked?among the Little?Western Paradise’s nine supreme ancient fist techniques.

Those who practiced it could subdue dragons and tigers. They were valiant and fearless, with a heart dedicated to destroying demons and evil spirits!

Now, as Su Yi threw a punch with this ancient Buddhist fist technique, he seemed as majestic as a deity shaking heaven and earth.

Qing Luo sensed the danger and immediately retreated,

However, the all-encompassing fist force still struck him.

Bang!

He was sent flying, and several of his bones and tendons audibly snapped.

Within the ruins of the Immortals Sword House, Ning Sihua, Cha Jin, and Wen Lingxue were repeatedly astonished.

Earlier, they’d worried that Su Yi wouldn’t be a match for Qing Luo. After all, Qing Luo had killed even the Spiritual Incarnation Realm Ying Que.

Who’d have thought that, despite Qing Luo displaying power far greater than before, Su Yi would suppress him from beginning to end?

He couldn’t even harm a hair on Su Yi’s head!

“It’s only been a few months since we last saw him. I wonder just what kind of miraculous encounters Fellow Daoist Su had in the Great Xia? To think he’d become so unbelievably strong…” Ning Sihua looked dazed.

“In the Great Zhou, the young lord never once lost. He won’t lose now, either!” Cha Jin said with pride.

Wen Lingxue was looking after her parents, but when she heard that, she felt inexplicably rueful. She couldn’t help but think back to her memories of Guangling City.

Outside.

“Your origins are surely extraordinary!” Qing Luo’s face was covered in blood. He looked miserable.

However, he also seemed not to care. He stared intently on Su Yi, as if trying to see through him.

Boom!

Su Yi swung his fist and attacked once more.

When he saw this, the depths of Qing Luo’s gaze shone with determination. He muttered, “I won’t lose!”

As his voice rang out, a destructive energy fluctuation emanated from his battered, blood-soaked frame.

Bang!

Su Yi’s fist flew through the air, only for radiant silver light to surge up before Qing Luo, block the attack, and disperse its power.

Su Yi’s eyebrows shot up.

When he looked at Qing Luo, he saw that his opponent looked as if he were on fire. Clear silver flames blazed around him.

His black hair instantly turned white, and his skin dimmed, cracked, and split, as if something were drawing away his life force and he’d instantly aged countless years.

However, his eyes were as bright as twin suns, too bright to gaze upon directly.

His right hand reached behind him, as if to draw a sword. However, upon closer inspection, he wasn’t carrying a weapon. Instead, a white edge emerged from his spinal column, bit by bit.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

With every section of the snow-white blade that emerged, a murderous, piercing wail rang out, like a devil gnashing its teeth. It wasn’t cold, but the sound alone was enough to make one tremble.

“Feeding a sword with your body?” Su Yi looked surprised.

To “feed a sword with one’s body” referred to using one’s own body as a furnace to nourish a blade. It meant using one’s cultivation and blood essence as nourishment to temper and nurture a spiritual sword. In doing so, the sword would become part of the cultivator’s body; the two could no longer be separated.

The sword and its owner were linked, and when the sword was destroyed, its owner died!

It was very rare for sword cultivators to use this method to nourish their weapons.

It wasn’t that it was too tyrannical, but rather, that it was extremely easy for something to go wrong. Furthermore, the slightest error would lead to injury.

“When I awakened, this sword was already sealed within my spinal column,” whispered Qing Luo. “I dare say with certainty that, so long as I draw it, I can regain my memories and learn who I am and where I came from.”

As he drew his weapon, a terrifying, murderous aura surged forth. Heaven and earth trembled, and the air was thrown into disarray.

“But I dared not do so,” sighed Qing Luo, “because I’m even more certain that once I draw it, the sword will devour all of my life force.”

He sounded conflicted: both fearful and helpless.

However, his movements never stopped.

Just as he finished speaking, the snow-white sword nourished within his spinal column entered the world!

Clang!

The sword hummed, the sound reminiscent of the roaring of a primordial demonic god. It reverberated throughout the nine heavens, stirring up the wind and clouds.

The sword radiance was painfully bright, like a blazing sun. It illuminated the entire stretch of ocean, filling it with its intense glow.

Upon closer inspection, the sword was forged out of White Bone Divine Jade. It was radiant and crystalline, and it emanated an endlessly terrifying aura.

There were two words carved on the hilt in contorted characters the size of a fly’s head: Divine Misfortune!

Boom!

Shockingly, when the sword’s pressure reached the Heaven-Sealing Formation of the Nine Absolutes, the formation dissipated with a boom.

WIthin the ruins, the light curtain hovering before Ning Sihua, Cha Jin, and Wen Lingxue shattered and disappeared.

“This…” Ning Sihua and the others’ expressions shifted. Their hearts clenched, and they were more nervous than ever before.

None of them would have guessed that, just as the fight neared its climax, Qing Luo would draw a weapon. Nor did they anticipate that it would be so terrifyingly strong. They couldn’t help but worry on Su Yi’s behalf.

However, when Su Yi saw the sword, a strange light appeared in his eyes.?That’s a yao sword!

“Sometimes, I even suspect I’m really just the sword’s slave, and that everything I possess, including my life, is under its control,” Qing Luo said softly.

Then, he shook his head and looked at Su Yi, a faint smile on his lips. “But if I can use it to kill someone of your caliber, it's worth it even if I die.”

His once-handsome face was pallid, and his hair was as white as snow. His skin was covered in cracks, dim, and without luster.

However, his sword was too dazzlingly radiant to look at directly!

It was then that Su Yi finally spoke. “I won’t die, but you, the sword slave chosen to nourish your weapon with your body? You’ll die beyond a doubt.”

“Chosen? A sword slave?” Qing Luo furrowed his brow. “What do you mean, friend?”

“Your earlier guess was right on the mark,” said Su Yi. “That’s a rare yao sword, and you are no more than its chosen slave. You were stripped of your memory, but that’s not all; both your life and your cultivation base are destined to become its food.”

Qing Luo’s gaze focused, but then, he laughed. “It’s no more than a sword. How could it possibly devour its master? Don’t tell me you’re just saying that to disrupt my mental state and deal a lethal blow?”

𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

He clearly didn’t believe Su Yi.

“There’s not much time. I’ll send you on your way first, friend!” said Qing Luo. He leaped through the air and swung his sword.

Boom!

A streak of dazzling, snow-white sword qi swept through the air, searing the eyes. That endlessly terrifying?sword qi made?even heaven and earth cry out, as if in submission.

Its sheer momentum was enough to kill any Spiritual Manifestation Realm cultivator around!

However, Su Yi didn’t retreat.

The moment Qing Luo attacked, he subtly shook his head, stretched out his right arm, and pointed.

An inscrutable streak of sword qi shot forth.

He’d manifested it from a wisp of the Sword of the Nine Hells’ aura.

The gesture seemed casual and understated, as simple as could be, but as it shot through the air, a lofty and supreme pressure difficult to describe in words silently spread out.

Moments prior, the air currents were turbulent, the clouds had dispersed, and the seas were churning. However, at that moment, everything froze, as if locked in place. Everything sank into an unnatural stillness.

A pressure terrifying enough to make one’s heart quiver in terror enveloped everything within a thousand square miles.

Hm??Qing Luo’s pupils constricted, and his hair stood on end.?What’s this?

Bang!

Suddenly, the sound of something shattering reverberated through the air and broke through the stifled stillness.

Qing Luo’s attack, that slash of dazzling sword qi, shattered like glass on impact, dispersing with a boom.

The sight startled Qing Luo so badly that he almost had a mental breakdown.

This was the trump card he’d traded his life for!

He was confident that even a Spiritual Revolution Realm cultivator would have fallen beneath that attack. There was no doubt about it!

Yet now, the merely Gathering Stars Realm Su Yi had effortlessly shattered it!?

Before Qing Luo came to his senses, Su Yi’s slash continued ahead, its power undiminished.

Qing Luo swung his sword to defend himself.

Clang!!

A deafening blast rang out, and the snow-white sword flew from his grip and into the distance.

Qing Luo was flabbergasted. It seemed he couldn’t believe it.

Slowly and with great difficulty, he raised his head to look at Su Yi and muttered, “Was what you said earlier… true?”

“I wouldn’t sink to lying to someone on the verge of death,” said Su Yi.

“I… I really am a sword slave, aren’t I? I’m not even in control of my own life…” Qing Luo’s eyes were hollow. It was as if he’d lost his soul.

His body suddenly split into chunks, then disintegrated into ash and scattered to the winds.

The weapon he’d referred to as “Divine Misfortune” had devoured practically every scrap of Qing Luo’s life force.

Now, although he’d blocked Su Yi’s streak of sword qi, its terrifying power shattered him completely, body and soul.

The young man of dubious origins had perished!

“You’re dead, just like that. I let you off easy,” muttered Su Yi. He then turned around and gazed into the distance.

The peerless yao sword Qing Luo had nourished within his spinal column shook and buzzed several thousand feet away, repeatedly casting swaths of unearthly, radiant silver light.

Upon closer inspection, there was a startling cut on the clear, transparent blade.

A mark Su Yi’s attack had left behind!

This exceeded Su Yi’s expectations; he wouldn’t have guessed that this sword could endure even a wisp of the Sword of the Nine Hells’ power!

When Su Yi looked over, an infuriated, icy voice emerged from within Divine Misfortune. “You killed my sword slave and harmed my body. This lofty one shall remember you, and I’ll repay this grudge ten times over!”

Whoosh!

As its voice echoed through the air, the yao sword soared through the air, disappearing over the horizon in an instant.

“Just as I thought. A complete yao spirit dwells within the sword…” Su Yi said thoughtfully.

The moment he first laid eyes upon the sword, he guessed some of its secrets.

Now, seeing this, he’d finally confirmed his suspicions.