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“Something’s not right.” Su Yi suddenly furrowed his brow.
Ning Sihua’s heart had already been quivering, and when she heard this, she stiffened. “Fellow Daoist, did you sense something out of place?”
Su Yi asked, “If you were Bai Changhen, and you knew that nourishing your sword with your body had a high risk of your weapon turning on you, wouldn’t you take precautions?”
“Of course I would,” said Ning Sihua without so much as pausing to think.
As the third generation leader of the Immortals’ Sword House, given Bai Changhen’s temperament and wisdom, how could he possibly have been ignorant of the risks of nourishing his sword with his body?
“That implies that Divine Misfortune didn’t attack Bai Changhen out of nowhere,” said Su Yi. “Something else must have happened, which gave Divine Misfortune an opportunity to exploit.”
Ning Sihua’s hair stood on end.
The culprit behind Bai Changhen’s death, and the one who’d brought ruin to the Immortals’ Sword House, wasn’t just Divine Misfortune?
The thought was unquestionably terrifying!
It was then that Su Yi gazed at the top of the palace.
The palace was extremely grand and vast, and its roof was a dome like an enormous umbrella. A palm-sized blue lamp hung from its center.
The lamp was unlit, and it had no particular sense of presence. Furthermore, it was far away, making it extremely easy to overlook.
However, when Su Yi’s gaze landed on the unassuming little lamp, his pupils constricted.
His gaze shifted, and he examined the seventy-two towering altars once more.
It was then that——
Within the lamp hanging from the dome-like palace ceiling, blood-red lamp oil silently quivered, and it extended its bird-like wick.
The wick burst into flame, casting a red, radiant glow, which outlined an indistinct female silhouette.
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
Practically simultaneously, a series of explosions rang out in rapid succession.
Atop the seventy-two altars of sealing, the Exquisite Chrysalises burst like cracked eggs.
Each burst with terrifying baleful corpse qi.
Ning Sihua’s expression shifted dramatically; this sudden development startled her.
“Don’t panic.” Su Yi stretched out his hand and placed it on her shoulder, his expression as calm as ever.
However, his distant gaze focused on the little blue lamp hanging from the palace ceiling.
The lamplight was red as blood, and an indistinct female figure flickered in and out of view, emanating an unsettling aura.
The instant Su Yi looked over, the woman seemed to sense it. She raised her hand and snapped her fingers.
Crack!
The seventy-two altars of sealing instantly rumbled, and the formation diagrams covering them seemed to come to life. They linked, forming a massive restriction.
Su Yi and Ning Sihua were right in the middle of it, so they instantly found themselves in danger!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
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Practically simultaneously, figures shot out of the Exquisite Chrystalises swathed in corpse qi. There was a mix of men and women, but all of them looked young. All wore dark golden Daoist robes and carried spiritual swords on their backs.
They seemed like they’d once been a dazzling group of sword cultivators.
However, the blood-colored, baleful corpse energy surrounding them made them seem ferocious and terrifying, and their eyes shone with icy, blood-colored light.
Seventy-two corpse spirits!
Unlike the battered, decaying corpse spirits outside, these seventy-two corpse spirits were fully intact, and their auras were unimaginably powerful.
None were weaker than Spiritual Manifestation Realm cultivators.
A few were even comparable to Spiritual Incarnation cultivators!
Ning Sihua’s hair stood on end, and her spirits sank.
She was only in the Grain Avoidance Realm. Despite her usual self-assurance and composure, the auras emanating from the corpse spirits left her feeling suffocated, and her heart filled with despair.
How terrifying would it be when seventy-two Spirit Dao corpse spirits attacked in unison?
“Fellow Daoist, can these corpse spirits still be redeemed?” stammered Ning Sihua.
“Of course,” Su Yi said casually. “But I’ll have to adjust my approach.”
Clang!
Before he’d even finished speaking, the Abstruse God Sword landed in his palm.
As he circulated his cultivation base, the Abstruse God Sword’s black blade shone with searing golden Buddhist light.
The most miraculous part was that circles of Buddhist light spread from the blade like ripples, each ripple like a golden lotus platform. The faint, illusory silhouettes of Buddhas appeared on their surfaces.
The sounds of chanting, recitation, praise, and wooden fish interwove, forming a boundless nirvanic sutra. It echoed throughout the palace, seemingly without end.
The Great Illumination Nirvanic Sword!
This was one of the Little Western Paradise’s four great inheritances of the Dao of the Sword. It was a supreme Buddhist sword sutra, as were the other three—the Wondrous Sword of Redemption, the Compassionate Vessel Heart-Gazing Sword, and the Mirror of the Cosmos Sword.
Although Su Yi wasn’t a Buddhist cultivator, in his past life, he and the Imperial Apex expert of the Little Western Paradise, the ancient Buddhist Master Inkstone Heart, had once sat and discussed the Dao. Even the old monk himself had sung his praises over his comprehension of and attainments in Buddhist legacies.
Most likely, even true Buddhist cultivators would have been in awe at Su Yi’s Great Illumination Nirvanic Sword!
When she saw the boundless, searing radiance of this peerless sword technique, Ning Sihua’s heart shook, and this phrase rose unbidden to the forefront of her mind: his skills are divine, as if seizing fortune from the heavens!
The ripples of Buddhist Light were like a warm current; they washed away Ning Sihua’s tension, and she felt utter release from that suffocating feeling.
“Kill! Kill! Kill!” Shouts boomed like thunder.
The seventy-two corpse spirits drew their swords and charged, still swathed in monstrous baleful corpse qi.
Their power seemed fierce beyond limit. Any individual was enough to make even Spiritual Manifestation Realm cultivators tremble.
But now, they attacked clustered together. They were like a vicious army straight out of the depths of hell!
Even Spiritual Incarnation cultivators would have had to avoid their sharp edges!
“Others are controlling you even in death. It’s truly pitiable,” sighed Su Yi.
He thrust the Abstruse God Sword.
A circle of Buddhist light shot forth. It looked as gentle as a ripple, but as it flew through the air, it was accompanied by boundless radiance and a heaven-shaking Sanskrit chant!
Boom!
The corpse spirits’ weapons were incredibly terrifying, yet the Great Illumination Nirvanic Sword qi stopped them in midair.
They couldn’t advance even an inch further!
The leading corpse spirit was a tall man with indistinct features. As the radiant light swept over him, he burst into flame and instantly dissipated into ash. Nothing remained of him.
As Su Yi continued ahead, he swung repeatedly. Radiant sword shadows spread like ripples, and Sanskrit chanting reverberated through the air. Buddha-like silhouettes charged from their lotus platforms, suppressing corpse spirits on all sides.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The corpse spirits, each comparable to Spiritual Manifestation Realm cultivators, had effectively sunk into an endless sea of Buddhist light.
Sword qi swept outward, its hums coming in waves. The attacking corpse spirits each burst into flame, and all were reduced to ash.
Even the corpse spirits comparable to Spiritual Incarnation Realm cultivators. In the face of this supreme Buddhist sword sutra’s power, they were thoroughly suppressed. No matter how much they struggled, it was to no avail. They lasted a little longer, but in the end, they too were reduced to nothingness.
Ning Sihua watched this play out. She couldn’t help but fall into a daze.
Su Yi now seemed like a Buddha traversing the mortal world, eliminating yao, exterminating demons, and purifying evil.
Buddhist light illuminated the entire area.
After less than ten breaths of time, all seventy-two corpse spirits had been purified!
But it still wasn’t over.
Su Yi’s sleeves billowed around him, and the Abstruse God Sword suddenly paused in midair.
Boom!
A ripple of searing, radiant sword qi spread out in all directions, and the seventy-two altars of sealing placed around the palace shattered and collapsed with a bang.
The restrictive power blanketing the area dispersed.
But Su Yi’s gaze turned toward the blue lamp hanging from the ceiling. He said calmly, “Want to keep playing?”
Ning Sihua instinctively followed Su Yi’s gaze.
The bright red light of the lamp swayed, and an indistinct female figure hovered within its glow.
Who is that woman? wondered Ning Sihua.
Whoosh~
The lamp was only about the size of a fist, but it boomed like a massive tidal wave.
A swath of red light burst out of it, surging relentlessly through the air. It gradually outlined a woman’s figure.
She had snow-white hair, and her dress was as red as blood. She had a slender, graceful figure, but her blue eyes were cold and strange.
Wisps of scattered blood-red sword intent revolved around her, giving her an additional, forceful and austere air.
When she stretched out her hand, the blue lamp fell into her palm.
She then lightly stepped forward, appearing not far from Su Yi. Her skirts swayed around her, and the combination of her exquisite beauty and forceful aura made her seem like an immortal of the yao path!
Ning Sihua felt a stinging pain in her eyes, and she felt as if she’d taken a knife to the heart. She instinctively lowered her head, not daring to look directly at the woman.
Her aura was just too forceful and imposing!
“Your methods are quite something, Fellow Daoist. You’re surely no ordinary person,” said the white-haired woman. Her voice was sharp as a sword’s edge, icy, and imposing.
“However, this is the Final Resting Place of the Immortals’ Sword House. You’ve committed a grave error just by coming here. If you don’t wish to die here, you’d best take your lady companion and leave right away.”
Su Yi smiled, not the least bit concerned about her threats.
Instead, he looked into the distance, at Bai Changhen’s corpse. “So, are you the one who colluded with Divine Misfortune to kill Bai Changhen?”
Ning Sihua’s heart shook. Is this white-haired woman in red the other culprit?
The white-haired woman frowned. “Fellow Daoist, have you already decided not to leave?”
She didn’t answer his question, but her aura grew even fiercer and more imposing.
“And you? Why haven’t you left?” Su Yi said leisurely. “The power of the formation on the path to the outside world has long since dissipated. Given your cultivation, it wouldn’t be difficult for you to leave.”
The white-haired woman’s brow furrowed deeper than ever. She naturally could tell that Su Yi wasn’t the least bit concerned about her threats!
After a moment’s silence, her blue eyes stared intently at the blue lamp in her palm. “I’m waiting for someone.”
"It seems to me you’re waiting for that yao sword, Divine Misfortune.”
The white-haired woman’s pupils constricted; it seemed she was quite surprised.
But then, Su Yi continued, “However, the sword won’t be coming.”
The white-haired woman in the blood-colored dress said with staunch assurance, “That’s impossible!”
This response was unquestionable proof that she was indeed waiting for Divine Misfortune!
Waves of surprise coursed through Ning Sihua’s heart. She finally understood why Qing Luo had appeared outside of the ruins not long ago.
So, the sword inhabiting Qing Luo’s spinal column, the yao blade Divine Misfortune, wanted to see the white-haired woman standing before them now!