Chapter 43

"WHAT, say that again!" Daoist Huanglong stared in disbelief at the three brothers of Canghai.

"There’s no mistake. All three of us can vouch for it. He didn’t use any proof."

"The Azure Dragon Lock didn’t show any rejection reaction."

"He might be..."

Although they didn’t say it directly, as the vice-principal of the Azure Dragon Academy, how could Daoist Huanglong not know under what circumstances one could pass through the Azure Dragon Lock without any proof?

That was a qualification even he didn’t possess, a proof of being chosen by the power of the Azure Dragon Mountains, a heaven-endowed individual with awakened Azure Dragon blood.

...

The rain kept falling.

Red, vivid, and fresh rain.

"Drip!"

"Plip!"

Amidst the gentle raindrops, there occasionally mixed the sounds of something soft being grabbed, twisted, and torn apart.

"Thud!" Another blood monster’s corpse fell at Meixue’s feet, its entire body enveloped in a mixture of blood and silver crystal, crystallizing from the heart and turning into a shower of silver light points.

Meixue raised his head; there were no more blood monster corpses around. Only the bloody trail behind him testified to the existence of those powerful, special-ability monsters.

Now, the only traces they left in this world were the bloodstains, the blood slowly dripping from the leaves and branches.

The sound was beautiful and clear, like a light rain.

At this moment, Meixue knew neither about the Azure Dragon bloodline nor why he had come here.

He just followed the impulse in his heart, as if chasing something.

What did he want? Why did he come here? These strange thoughts were hard to recall, but there was a strong impulse in his heart, driving him to come here.

When he swung his sword, his body felt lighter than ever. Though he had never been accustomed to such slaughter, killing those monsters was as easy as breathing.

Was this the power of "Senluo"?

No, this was his power, the power of Meixue, the master of the Shanhai Jing.

As he killed these monsters, his body gradually became more agile, and the unfamiliar, unpracticed movements became more proficient.

From the first to the ninth level of Qingxu, this process transformed him from a beginner who knew nothing about combat into a supreme master who mastered the laws of slaughter.

This knowledge and these methods did not come from the instinctive combat of the Nine Nether Species "Senluo," but from another mysterious reward given by the Shanhai Jing—Tiantai.

This was a wondrous object that had recorded the combat experiences of countless great cultivators, even the combat style of the supreme celestial sword Xuan Yuan Hong. It was once just one step away from breaking free from the constraints of the laws of the seas and mountains, becoming a "Xian Tai" floating in the vast sky.

Now, Meixue was not fighting alone. To fulfill his wish, the Shanhai Jing opened all the doors for him, showing him the infinite possibilities of his future.

Now, Meixue was the result of combining all the possibilities within his current body in the most perfect way.

The supreme beauty of the Golden-Haired Jade-Faced Nine-Tailed Fox, the destructive law of the Nine Nether Species "Senluo," the countless memories of great cultivators recorded in "Tiantai," and the Great Wisdom Sword that dispelled all external obstacles and faced the true self—these combined to create the current Meixue, a miracle that people outside Qingxu could not imagine.

Now, Meixue had a sword in his hand, a Senluo Demon Sword that could shock the seas and mountains and destroy all things.

Now, Meixue had a sword in his heart, a Bodhi Wisdom Sword that could sever countless emotional ties and heart demons, achieving great freedom and great wisdom.

Now, Meixue was both Meixue and not Meixue.

This was the path opened for Meixue by the Shanhai Jing, a path that responded to his own wishes and showed him his future.

Because Meixue needed power, the Shanhai Jing showed him what "power" was.

So, in Meixue’s ears, the rain continued to echo, a rain that cleansed the soul and summoned the slaughter of blood and wind.

Perfect wisdom, perfect power of slaughter—this was the current Meixue, displaying the most terrifying power he possessed at this moment.

The monsters in the demonic forest could not understand what kind of terrifying existence this was. When the blood monsters, which were incredibly powerful in their eyes, fell one by one before Meixue, and their blood dyed half of the demonic forest red, all the monsters were terrified.

In their eyes, he was not human but an embodiment of infinite slaughter.

No blood monster had ever touched Meixue’s body. From the start of the battle to now, Meixue’s body had not been stained with a single drop of blood.

This was not a battle but a one-sided slaughter. On Meixue’s path of slaughter, all the monsters were mere shadows, heart demons that he had cut down.

The path Meixue walked was a path of great enlightenment, a path of clarifying the true self.

This was his path of the soul, a path that the Shanhai Jing responded to his heart, making his body understand and remember what slaughter and power were.

A sword is a weapon, a tool for killing.

A sword is the true self, a companion for transcending oneself and reaching the other shore of the soul.

A sword is the way, a tool for salvation in the vast sea of suffering, a tool for the unity of heaven and man.

A sword is oneself, a mirror reflecting oneself, and a person will have a sword that matches their nature.

All of these are true because a sword itself has infinite possibilities. In the myriad paths of the universe, each path can lead to the ultimate end.

However, before anyone finds their own path, they will not know which one truly belongs to them.

But this rule does not apply to the Shanhai Jing. As the highest celestial book of the myriad worlds, the legacy of the ancient primordial era, the Shanhai Jing can accurately choose the most suitable path for its owner.

For Meixue, the path that was most suitable for him and could enhance his power in the shortest time was the path he was currently on.

Based on the life essence of the Nine Nether Species "Senluo" that he had devoured, combined with the memories of countless strong individuals on Tiantai, the current Meixue emerged, mastering the laws of slaughter and traversing Qingxu as if it were flat ground.

But this was not enough, far from enough.

Because this power could not last long. This terrifying state, which defied reason, was achieved at the cost of consuming the vast life essence of the Nine Nether Species "Senluo."

Perhaps, one day in the future, Meixue would finally master this form, but not now.

Even on this path of slaughter, where he absorbed the life force of many blood monsters, it was like a drop in the bucket compared to the consumption, insufficient to replenish the lost life essence.

But this was necessary because the wish the Shanhai Jing heard from Meixue was to "become strong," not to "avenge him" or "kill the Black Fox Elder."

If Meixue were in his current form, he could probably kill the Black Fox Elder Qingqiu Xuanming in ten seconds, but that was not Meixue’s true heart.

Meixue’s only wish, the possibility he needed, was not this fleeting strength but true strength that belonged to him.

Therefore, the Shanhai Jing unhesitatingly consumed the invaluable life essence of the Nine Nether Species, initiating this trial.

This was the first time Meixue truly desired his own strength, so the Shanhai Jing would do everything to make him understand what true strength and true power were.

No blood monster dared to appear before Meixue anymore. These powerful monsters that had slaughtered countless cultivators would be sliced and torn apart by the silver crystal sword like fruit, and they would be crystallized and devoured without a chance to resurrect.

Calm, free from unnecessary emotions, fully focused on the battle, his gentle expression did not seem like he was slaughtering but completing a work of art.

Each sword stroke was like drawing fine lines on a canvas, turning the cold red into a blood-red carpet that spread across the demonic forest behind Meixue.

This blood-red carpet extended to the deepest part of the demonic forest and stopped before an open space.

In a forest where demonic plants grew everywhere, this open space was extraordinary. Only here were there no weeds or plants that emitted blood mist.

The entire open space contained only one thing besides broken stones—a green long spear embedded in the ground.

The spear was engraved with countless ancient cultivation symbols, exuding an ancient and沧桑 (ancient and weathered) aura, clearly a remarkable celestial treasure.

Unfortunately, this green long spear was broken, the fracture looking as if it had been forcibly snapped, with a finger mark still visible.

It was the aura emitted by this green long spear that prevented the demonic plants from growing and even kept the blood monsters from approaching.

In this demonic forest, this place looked like a small island, telling an ancient story.

It was a battle of unimaginable ferocity, the last battle of a supreme strong individual at the peak of his life.

The spear was named "Lingyun," meaning "aspirations reaching the clouds, breaking through the sky," a true king’s spear. Its wielder lived up to expectations, reaching the pinnacle of the Azure Dragon King in his era and obtaining the power of the Azure Dragon lineage.

However, this king did not fulfill his aspirations. He fell here before he could make a name in the seas and mountains, falling in the deepest layer of Qingxu.

From that day on, this place became one of the most terrifying forbidden zones in the seas and mountains, as everyone knew that a powerful monster capable of killing a king resided in this demonic forest.

This was the place where the king fell, a place that had been forgotten by people.

"Very close..." A rare glimmer of desire appeared in Meixue’s vacant eyes, as if he was waiting for something to arrive.

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