Martial Cultivator

Chapter 999.1: Two Dharma Idols - Part 1

Three hundred years was truly far too long.

So long that after it, Sword Qi Mountain had already produced two more Hundred Year Swords; so long that when this flying sword was forged, the Great Liang Dynasty did not even yet exist.

Over the past three hundred years, this flying sword named Heaven Contempt had remained in an inconspicuous corner, watching its companions, whether those that came before or after, be taken away from the Sword Cleansing Pool.

Only it remained, quietly waiting for that compatible sword master.

And this wait lasted three hundred years.

Now, it had finally left the Sword Cleansing Pool, crossed the distance of two prefectures, and arrived in the hands of the person destined for it.

The flying sword could not help but tremble continuously. Its joyful sword cry spread across the sea of clouds. Being held for the first time by the one it was destined for, and immediately facing the strongest being in this world, it could no longer hold back, it only wanted to fight with complete abandon.

The Sword Sect’s Sect Master could not help but laugh loudly as well. From the instant he grasped this flying sword, he knew that this was the sword most suited to him. It felt as though this was not their first meeting, but that they had already fought side by side for hundreds of years.

When the man most skilled with the sword in this world obtains the sword most suited to him, what would happen?

The Demon Emperor’s expression had already turned grave. If previously the Sword Sect’s Sect Master’s sword had only caused him some trouble, then from this moment on, this sword wielder before him would truly require his full attention.The Demon Emperor had dominated the Demon Domain all his life, with barely any rivals. On the path of cultivation, he had never encountered any obstacles, nor had he ever experienced so-called sudden enlightenment. He seemed to be a true genius, naturally suited for cultivation. Walking the Great Dao of cultivation, as long as he wished to continue, he could keep going, only the speed would differ.

But he was also curious why, in this world, there were other cultivators whose cultivation did not seem to rely solely on diligent practice. These people seemed to depend more on their state of mind. When their state of mind was ordinary, they were ordinary; but when they found something one day, they would naturally become incomparably powerful.

Chen Che had been like this before, and now this Sword Sect’s Sect Master seemed to be the same.

The Demon Emperor shook his head. Though he did not quite understand, he never believed this would be of any use against him. Even if you grasp that sword, so what?

This was the confidence of the number one figure of the present age, and such confidence naturally stemmed from the Demon Emperor’s unfathomably profound realm.

But he felt some disgust. So without waiting for the Sword Sect’s Sect Master to strike, the Demon Emperor acted first. The demonic qi behind him surged like towering waves, completely shattering and devouring the remaining sword qi around him.

The Sword Sect’s Sect Master looked at the sky before him without any fear. He merely reached out and stroked the blade once more, smiling as he said, “The first sword strike, let him have a good look.”

As soon as the Sword Sect’s Sect Master finished speaking, the flying sword trembled again, its sword cry resounding through heaven and earth!

Behind him, the countless flying swords that had come from Sword Qi Mountain all hovered in the air, their tips pointing toward the Demon Emperor. After pausing briefly in midair, they all shot forward together!

After reaching the end of Nepenthe, what the world calls the realm of great sword immortals, sword cultivators could control countless flying swords formed from condensed sword qi at all. The scene was grand and magnificent. But to truly control countless real flying swords was still not easy.

In the entire world, perhaps aside from Sword Qi Mountain, there was no second sect that could produce so many flying swords at once.

And flying swords were never ordinary objects. To achieve a state where a mere thought could command them as if they were one’s own limbs required even greater demands of the sword cultivator. Within this, there was actually a very important point.

That was whether the flying swords themselves were unwilling to resist.

If the flying swords were unwilling, then even if one forcibly controlled them, they would at most be impressive in appearance but useless in practice.

But at this moment, the countless flying swords from Sword Qi Mountain were each and every one willing.

The destiny of a flying sword in its lifetime was to be held by a worthy sword master. The Sword Sect’s Sect Master before them stood at the very peak of the sword path, and thus was naturally the “worthy master” in the eyes of most flying swords in this world.

Therefore, under the Sword Sect’s Sect Master’s will, countless flying swords dragged out brilliant sword trails as they swept across the sky. In just an instant, countless dense sword marks appeared above the sea of clouds, layered upon one another as they crashed toward the Demon Emperor!

The Demon Emperor seemed to make no movement at all. Only his black emperor robe fluttered loudly here, billowing in the wind.

Terrifying demonic qi filled that imperial robe. At this moment, this ruler of myriad demons had already formed the intent to kill.

Since you insist on blocking Us, then We will kill you. Even if it means missing the best opportunity to kill that young martial artist, it does not matter.

That tangible killing intent merged with the demonic qi, stirring up bursts of terrifying astral wind, which shredded the flying swords that first arrived before him.

The Sword Sect’s Sect Master had countless swords; within the Demon Emperor’s astral wind, it was as if there were countless blades.

Flying swords shattered, their fragments falling from the sea of clouds, as if a rain of swords was pouring down here.

But the flying swords still surged forward one after another!

The destruction of the first wave of flying swords was not without effect; instead, it opened up a path for those behind.

The flying swords that followed pressed forward along the path carved out by those before them.

Forward, and further forward!

The distance to the Demon Emperor grew closer and closer.

The flying sword right in front trembled as it arrived before the Demon Emperor, but when its tip was still about ten feet away, it suddenly shattered, and then its blade broke apart inch by inch.

Falling into the sea of clouds.

After that, the second flying sword followed closely behind, arriving here in an instant, but the result seemed no different.

It likewise reached about ten feet before the Demon Emperor, then began to shatter inch by inch.

But the flying swords did not stop, continuing to crash forward.

One flying sword after another slammed toward the Demon Emperor, yet it seemed as though there was an invisible barrier between heaven and earth, standing between him and those flying swords.

Each flying sword shattered against that barrier. No matter how hard they tried, they ultimately could not land upon the Demon Emperor.

That ruler of myriad demons had always been an existence that countless demons needed to look up to. He had always been like the highest mountain, making others feel he was beyond reach.

Flying swords were already the fastest things in this world, could it be that even after a lifetime, they still could not reach the Great Beyond?

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