The Sword Immortal was incredibly powerful.
This was beyond doubt, as a Sword Immortal who had overcome tribulation through the sword dao, he specialized in breaking all methods with a single sword.
No matter what tricks the enemy employed.
I would face them without fear, shattering them with a single strike!
Facing hundreds, even thousands of times his number of enemies, the white-robed Sword Immortal did not retreat a single step. The aura around him grew increasingly sharp and imposing.
Clang~!!!
The vast, surging sword qi resembled a divine dragon emerging from the sea, spanning a thousand zhang and sweeping through thousands of troops.
Wherever the terrifying sword dao true qi rampaged, countless demons wailed in agony, endless demonic qi turned to ash and vanished, making one's blood boil with excitement.
But.
Compared to the endless demonic clouds and endless demonic horde, those slain by the white-robed Sword Immortal were insignificant, completely like trying to extinguish a fire with a cup of water.
A single slash split the demonic clouds, only for them to be quickly covered by even denser clouds.
A single slash cut down demons, only for more to take their place, with virtually no reduction in their total numbers.
The white-robed Sword Immortal.
After all, there was only one of him.
No matter how brilliant his sword qi.
It was impossible for him alone to annihilate this endless horde of demons.
In the end.
The endless demonic clouds surged, and the sword light within began to dim, no longer as unstoppable and awe-inspiring as it had been initially.
Rumble~
The Sword Immortal's momentum wavered slightly, but the demonic clouds instantly became more rampant than before.
The black thick clouds were like monstrous tidal waves, surging toward the white-robed Sword Immortal, wave after wave crashing upon him, giving him no chance to catch his breath.
In the end.
The Sword Immortal was still wounded, enveloped by endless demonic clouds. His three-foot-long sword broke in his hand, his white robes stained with blood, his body covered in countless ghastly wounds.
The sharp aura that had once pierced the heavens now seemed listless, clearly having consumed immense energy.
But he still did not retreat a single step.
Holding the broken sword, he stood proudly atop the clouds, alone, facing the endless demonic clouds, with countless lights of homes behind him and sentient beings unaware of this bloody battle.
The suona music gradually faded, no longer arrogant and unrestrained.
The mournful erhu sounded, as if foreseeing the Sword Immortal's end, playing a farewell song for him.
Kill!!!
The Sword Immortal slowly raised his broken sword. His body erupted with golden flames, and his already weakened aura instantly multiplied, then multiplied tenfold.
In this moment.
He had transformed into a sword, a peerless divine sword capable of splitting heaven and earth.
As eternal as heaven and earth!
The white figure vanished, becoming endless flames, becoming the last meteor in the black sky, becoming a sword qi that traversed ten thousand li and tore through the heavens.
Sword qi stretched for thirty thousand li!
A single sword's light chilled nineteen provinces!
The elegance of this sword stroke seemed to illuminate ten thousand ages of history.
That despairing, oppressive demonic cloud that seemed unstoppable was forcefully pierced through.
Through the裂缝 torn by the sword qi, light descended from the nine heavens, bringing hope to the dim earth again.
Although, only for an instant...
The Sword Immortal perished.
The broken sword fell from the heavens, slanting into a desolate mountain.
Like a tombstone.
The bloodstains on the sword blade, not yet dry, resembled epitaphs, recounting a tragic battle.
The erhu fell silent.
The atmosphere grew heavy, heaven and earth mourned together.
The demonic clouds grew more rampant, now covering most of the sky.
Instilling a sense of despair in all who beheld them.
Suddenly.
A sharper, more piercing suona sounded, accompanied by rolling war drums and deep horns.
The battle hymn resounded throughout the divine continent.
From the peaks of ten thousand mountains, brilliant divine lights shot forth, one after another, rushing toward the endless demonic clouds.
Sword qi, traversing the nine heavens!
Thunder, shattering the darkness!
Talismans, breaking evil and slaying demons!
Formations, spanning heaven and earth...
Under the ten-thousand-year-old pine tree.
An old man and woman sat opposite each other, a chess game half-finished. Both smiled as they slowly stood, transforming into two streams of light that shot toward the demonic clouds.
Beside a fragrant flower bed.
A middle-aged man caressed his children's heads, took one last look at his beloved woman, donned his armor, picked up his long blade, and charged toward the ninefold clouds.
In the thunder valley.
A youth with a still somewhat youthful face resolutely stepped out of the valley, holding a war halberd and charging straight for the nine heavens. In an instant, purple light flashed, like a god commanding thunder.
Full of spirit and without fear...
The carnage.
The brutality of this battle exceeded everyone's expectations.
In the vision.
Black demonic clouds were split apart time and again, only to reassemble time and again.
At the zenith of the heavens.
Countless streams of light vanished, countless broken bodies fell, mournful blood spraying across the sky.
At the Phoenix Perch Pavilion.
All conversation had ceased. Everyone stared blankly at the scenes before them, their hearts filled only with shock and profound solemnity.
Their eyes had unknowingly grown moist.
They knew that sound realms often reflected reality, often being the experiences of those who created the sound scriptures.
Therefore.
The scenes appearing before them now were likely real battles from past ages.
Not fiction.
Perhaps there really was a Sword Immortal who, on the verge of eternal life, wandering freely between heaven and earth, chose to fight until his sword broke and he died, all to protect the common people.
Perhaps there really was such a group of people.
They bid farewell to parents, to family, and marched to the battlefield, prepared to die in a hundred battles and be buried in foreign lands.
If I don't return, then I shall not return!
Only because, behind them were countless homes, behind them were countless countrymen.
Though ten thousand stand against me, I shall advance!
Outside the Phoenix Perch Pavilion.
More and more pedestrians stopped, listening to the music drifting from the pavilion, their own minds conjuring countless scenes.
Their eyes gradually moistened.
They had resonated with the profound melody, immersing themselves in that war.
At the street corner.
A middle-aged man in tattered clothes, with disheveled hair and empty eyes, exuded an air of utter dejection, like a wretched beggar.
He wandered aimlessly, his steps hesitant, as if he had lost his direction in life.
Suddenly.
As if hearing something, his eyes suddenly blazed with brilliant light, looking toward the Phoenix Perch Pavilion.
In his eyes.
The originally scattered light began to gather, the originally listless and chaotic aura gradually recovered.
The Tribulation Immortal Melody!
Master, senior brothers, and uncles and aunts.
You're back, you're back, you're all back.
I miss you so much!
These years, I've struggled so hard, so hard~!
Giving birth is so exhausting!
The middle-aged man mumbled to himself, staring blankly toward the Phoenix Perch Pavilion, his eyes gradually moistening.
Tears welled up within them.
A man does not easily shed tears, only when he reaches the point of heartbreak.
He slowly closed his eyes, releasing all his consciousness, completely immersing himself in that melody.
His aura.
Gradually became more contained, his presence significantly diminished, as if he had vanished from this void...
The impassioned battle hymn continued for a very long time.
Finally.
The overwhelming demonic clouds were scattered, and between heaven and earth, clarity was restored.
The lights of countless homes flickered back on.
Above the collapsed mountains, the scene was one of devastation, ancient pines broken, a hundred flowers withered, and countless tombs densely standing.
The mountain wind blew.
Broken flagpoles, tattered battle flags flapped in the breeze.
White silk ribbons fluttered in the wind, as if guiding the souls of the fallen, helping those lost in the distance find their way home.
All was silent.
Only the faint sound of the mountain wind could be heard, adding a touch of desolation to this vast sound realm.
Dong~
The sound of the ancient bronze bell rang out again, deep and majestic.
Echoing for a long, long time.
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