Chapter 147: Sword of Devil Heart
At the age of five, he entered the Taoist temple and studied under Elder Hanshan;
He left home at the age of eight, experienced the wilderness, and killed a third-level monster alone;
At the age of thirteen, he had achieved great success in the Dao Condensation, and was unrivaled in the sect
At the age of twenty, he obtained the Sky-Slaying Sword, which made him so powerful that no one could defeat him... Until the age of thirty-three, he mastered the way of the sword, was ranked among the elders of the sect, and achieved the realm of the Heavenly Dao.
However, when he was forty-eight years old, the path to heaven encountered obstacles, inner demons grew, and the sword master had no choice but to seal the sword in the Spirit Palace. In the same year, the sect also suffered a great disaster.
After reading it, Shangguan Jiannan's heart was filled with emotion and his eyes were flashing with enthusiasm.
The talent and achievements of the Lord of the Slaying Heaven Sword are breathtaking.
In comparison, contemporary masters such as Nangong Yue, Guo Polu, etc., although they have also entered the stage of Ning Dao, are already in their twenties.
Shangguan Jiannan took a deep breath, his emotions still lingering: "This is the Lord of the Slaughtering Heaven Sword. He had a brilliant life, but he could not escape the shackles of heaven. He was haunted by inner demons and was eventually sealed from the sword."
In his heart, he had both admiration for the legendary Sword Master and a sense of regret for the fickleness of fate.
Shangguan Jiannan stared at the lines of words. The lofty ambitions and ambitions expressed between the lines made his heart surge.
The Lord of the Slaying Heaven Sword, with a sword in hand, is invincible in the world. His pride and glory are really enviable.
However, in the end, he chose to seal his beloved sword and retire to the Spirit Palace. His determination and helplessness are really regrettable.
He stood there in a daze for a long time before muttering to himself: "The Heaven-Slaying Sword was sealed by him personally."
I feel mixed emotions, hard to describe.
The glory and loneliness of the Lord of the Slaying Sword were intertwined into a tragic picture at this moment.
Just as he was immersed in his thoughts, the words on the desk suddenly shone with a strange light, as if they came alive and surged rapidly.
The white light was everywhere, like falling stars, dazzling.
Shangguan Jiannan took a few steps back in shock, watching everything vigilantly.
In the light, a figure in a white robe slowly emerged, with fluttering white hair and a warm smile on his face, like an immortal from ancient times.
"Finally, it came out."
Along with the vicissitudes and ethereal voice, a tranquility other than the world echoed in the hall.
Shangguan Jiannan was shocked, but more than that, he was in disbelief.
That familiar figure made him feel an inexplicable sense of intimacy and awe.
"You...you are..." He hesitated to speak. The scene before him was too shocking and it took him a while to calm down.
The appearance of the white-robed figure was like uncovering a piece of dusty history, making Shangguan Jiannan feel unprecedented shock and enlightenment.
At this moment, he seemed to see the glory and struggle of the Lord of the Slaying Sword throughout his life, and also understood the depth and helplessness behind that determination.
Shangguan Jiannan stared at the figure that seemed to have walked out of nothingness, and blurted out involuntarily: "Lord of the Sky-Slaying Sword!" The person in front of him was none other than the legendary swordsman in the painting. At this moment, he was standing right in front of him alive, making Shangguan Jiannan feel as if he were in another world.
This middle-aged man has a gentle and elegant temperament, and is otherworldly, but there is an indescribable depth in his eyes.
The bloody and murderous aura that permeated the lower half of the painting in my memory was now completely gone, leaving only peace.
Shangguan Jiannan was stunned in place, his thoughts flying. Just as he was about to study this incredible scene in detail, the words of the Slaughter Heaven Sword Master were like the morning bell and evening drum, deeply shaking his heart: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."
These few short words seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space, causing ripples in Shangguan Jiannan's heart.
"I've been waiting for a long time."
The illusory figure of the Lord of the Slaughtering Sword quietly appeared. As soon as he spoke, Shangguan Jiannan stood there in shock, full of confusion.
"Wait for me? Why?" He muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the ethereal figure, not understanding its meaning.
The only sound echoing around him was his heavy breathing. The shadow of the Lord of the Slaying Heaven Sword stood leisurely in the distance, watching silently.
"Alas..." The Sword Master did not respond directly, but only let out a long sigh that echoed in the empty hall, as if it had spanned countless years.
“The years fly by, it’s hard to count.
This reunion is uncertain as to whether it will be auspicious or not. "
He whispered, and every word hit Shangguan Jiannan's heart hard, causing his face to change suddenly, but he still forced himself to remain calm.
The red spiritual energy in his body was restless, and with inexplicable excitement, it struggled to break free from Shangguan Jiannan's restraints, especially after the Sword Master appeared, it became even more violent.
"Why is this happening?" Shangguan Jiannan's heart was in turmoil, not understanding the reason.
The master of the Slaying Heaven Sword looked directly at Shangguan with sharp eyes and whispered a few words, instantly calming the surging spiritual power in his body.
"The Sky-Slaying Sword is in your hands?" the sword master asked slowly, his tone sounding both inquiring and stating an established fact.
Shangguan Jiannan did not dare to neglect it, and bowed and replied: "Fortunately, I have this sword. It is really my honor."
"It's finally here."
The sword master sighed softly, as if expressing his feelings about fate, "On the path of heaven, it is difficult to avoid the inner demons, and there are many shackles."
Shangguan Jiannan stood quietly aside, listening to this teaching that transcended time and space, with mixed feelings in his heart.
The Lord of the Slaughtering Heaven Sword slowly recounted the past: "My heart was once torn, and good and evil were on different paths.
Under the Slaughter Heaven Sword, the sword spirit was sealed. I wanted to eradicate it completely, but I didn't expect the evil thoughts to escape and fall into the evil path. I am responsible for the calamity of the sect. "
Shangguan Jiannan listened quietly, unable to conceal his shock. This kind of secret was something he had never heard of before.
"The demise of the Netherworld sect was actually caused by the senior alone?" Shangguan Jiannan exclaimed in disbelief.
The sect's former glory was incomparable to any force today, but due to a single thought, it was reduced to ashes. This shows the power of the Lord of the Slaying Heaven Sword.
"Although I was the one who gave rise to the evil thoughts, I eventually imprisoned them in the abyss of spiritual purity, in exchange for a moment of peace."
The Lord of the Slaughtering Heaven Sword continued, "However, if the Slaughtering Heaven Sword is activated, the devil's heart will surely be moved, and the seal of the Lingtai Palace will gradually weaken. I am afraid that my power will not be able to suppress it anymore."
Shangguan Jiannan was struck by lightning when these words came out. He was still immersed in the shock of the story one second ago, and realized the seriousness of the situation the next second: "You mean, your evil thoughts are sealed underground? And when I drew my sword, I have caused its wrath?" He almost lost control and questioned the Lord of the Slaughtering Sword regardless of his identity.
"Exactly."
The Slaughter Heaven Sword Master said in a heavy voice, "I am only a remnant of soul left, and it may dissipate at any time.
Although the seal of Lingtai Palace still exists, its effectiveness has been greatly reduced."
Before he finished speaking, the hall shook and there was a loud roar, as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. Shangguan Jiannan felt as if his chest was hit by a heavy hammer. Even though he was a spirit, he felt extremely shocked.
"This..." Shangguan Jiannan's face turned pale and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley. Everything seemed to be beyond his imagination and control.
The remnant soul of the Lord of the Slaying Heaven Sword was terrified, his eyes were full of horror, and his voice trembled: "Not good, the seal is about to get out of control!" He was extremely anxious, and with a wave of his hand, a stream of white gas shot towards Shangguan Jiannan like an arrow, and the latter's spiritual power fluctuated instantly.
Then, Shangguan Jiannan's mind flashed with several exquisite sword techniques, accompanied by the Lord of the Slaughtering Heaven Sword's hasty admonition: "The power of the Slaughtering Heaven Sword can shake the heavens, these insights and sword techniques may be able to help you.
Remember, you must not let the devil touch this sword, otherwise, it will be a disaster for all people."
After saying that, the Lord of the Slaying Heaven Sword fluttered his sleeves, and a powerful force blew Shangguan Jiannan away.
Shangguan Jiannan staggered, and his gaze finally fixed on the Lingtai Hall. He saw spiritual energy surging, figures flying, and the ground shaking due to the infusion of spiritual power. It was a horrifying scene.
When his mind returned to its original state, Shangguan Jiannan discovered that he had mastered several sword techniques that were concise yet contained infinite variations, and their complexity was dazzling.
Looking around, the disciples were still immersed in the frenzy of treasure hunting and were completely unaware of the impending crisis.
Suddenly, the Slaying Heaven Sword emitted a series of rapid buzzing sounds, and then the entire Lingtai Hall shook violently, and everyone was in panic.
"What happened again?!" "Hurry, time is running out!" Although the Taoist Palace was shaking, the temptation of the treasure made the disciples temporarily forget their fear and continue to fight for it.
Shangguan Jiannan looked at this scene with mixed feelings. He knew that the real crisis was about to come.
Greed was on everyone's face, spiritual energy surged in their bodies, and they were eager to explore the mysterious place.
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! They whispered, their eyes flashing with a fanatical desire for the ancient sect's secret treasure.
This is really going to be rich.
As they spoke, everyone's cheeks flushed abnormally, their eyes flashed with greedy green light, and their reason seemed to have been swallowed up by desire.
At this moment, their world was left with only the illusion of the ancient sect and secret treasures.