Chapter 1679: A New Chapter in the Sword Immortal War, Xu Palace Establishes a Giant New Beginning

“Who’s messing with me?”

“This seems to be my Da Shen Jiang Shu?”

“Impossible! Besides me, who else knows this technique... Wait, Xu Xiao…”

Isolated from the world!

“Xu Xiaoshou?”

“Who is Xu Xiaoshou?”

“Why do Da Ji Yi Shu and Da Yi Chang Shu show this name?”

Isolated from the world, deactivated!

“It’s really Xu Xiaoshou!”

“Damn it! I was too overconfident! I shouldn't have explained the principle of the imprint to him back then; he actually learned it?”

“But how could he have the Dao of Memory... No! It’s the Dao of Intention; is it through this method that the imprint was left on me?”

Isolated from the world!

“Xu Xiaoshou, who is that?”

“Oh no, I’m caught in the guidance; this thought just appeared again…”

“Yes, what I should be thinking about is how to resolve the anomaly happening to me right now; I need to fight back, Da Bo…”

Isolated from the world, deactivated!

“Xu! Xiao! Shou!”

“Wait, why does it feel like someone is peeping…”

“Can’t bother with this now, can’t bother with this; I need to cast Da Bo Li first…”

Isolated from the world!

“Hm?”

“Xu Xiaoshou, who?”

Returning to Sheng Shen Da Lu from the Ruins of Gods.

Finding Dao Qiongcang through the imprint on the Yi Dao Pan.

Using the imprint as a base, spatial transfer and consciousness intrusion simultaneously moved the physical body and spiritual intention to another location.

From the beginning of "Shou Shen Jiang Shu," stepping out of Dao Qiongcang's chest, and retracting his gaze from the scene of the beast horn restraining the moon and the dragon's mouth holding the palace...

Xu Xiaoshou, covered in blood, for the first time was so certain that he had mastered the ability to threaten the Ten Venerables.

In the fast-activating and deactivating Isolated from the World, and its perfect coordination with Mind Stripping, Xu Xiaoshou finally understood.

Dao Qiongcang didn't truly understand his Isolated from the World; he was clever in his "迂回指引" (circuitous guidance).

Whenever he encountered the forgetting guidance of the Isolated from the World level, like a robot, he would only retrieve one result—Xu Xiaoshou!

This way, he could cope.

After coping, he would give off an air of composure, giving people the impression that he had seen through everything.

In reality, Dao Qiongcang only knew a vague approximation.

But if the enemy became a startled bird because of this, reducing the use of their techniques, on some level, Dao Qiongcang could be considered to have cracked the technique.

“Clever!”

One couldn't help but praise, there are only wrong names, never wrong nicknames.

Unfathomable, truly unfathomable!

But these thoughts, which even Dao Qiongcang dared not expose in the past, were now fully revealed under "Mind Stripping."

“Turns out, ninety percent of your strength was a disguise…”

With his Qi Hai Ling Yuan almost depleted, and beginning to consume the power of Tian Zu, Xu Xiaoshou casually closed Mind Stripping.

Confidence brought by assurance, assurance brought by change.

On the cliff edge of the towering Hui Tian Feng, Xu Xiaoshou's body shimmered with golden light, blood-soaked flesh falling away, revealing his fiercely fluttering black robes.

He coldly raised his head, gazing into the distance.

High in the sky, there stood the one-armed Gou Wuyue and the sword-wielding Wei Feng, both highly vigilant.

When the young man opposite raised his head and revealed his true face, expressions of disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost, appeared on both their faces.

“Xu Xiaoshou?”

“Master Shou?”

Behind Xu Xiaoshou, Dao Qiongcang, whose body was completely twisted into a grotesque posture, still held his hands high, kneeling devoutly.

When "Shou Shen Jiang Shu" was uttered, Dao Qiongcang completely gave up resisting. Since he couldn't resist, he might as well enjoy the pain of being pecked by a goose for the first time.

But when he truly embraced the identity of the deified in reality, not just in fantasy, Dao Qiongcang looked at the inverted Xu Yue Hui Gong, tears filling his brow:

“So, it's this humiliating…”

Woo—

Lii—

The wind, whistling like a wolf's howl and a ghost's cry at the cliff entrance, shattered his murmuring and also shattered the dignity of the former Dao Palace Master kneeling there.

As the wind swept and howled towards the sky, it also intensified the imagery of the dragon's head holding the palace and the beast horn restraining the moon.

Against such a desolate and magnificent backdrop.

The young man in black, alone and not even holding a sword, walked casually through the void, so at ease.

He looked into the distance and spoke faintly:

“Long time no see, seniors.”

Is this really Xu Xiaoshou?

Gou Wuyue was so shocked he couldn't close his mouth, for a moment thinking his old eyes were playing tricks on him.

This was the second time he had seen Xu Xiaoshou in person.

But compared to the naive youth in the Eight Palaces back then, he was like a completely different person.

His composure, his demeanor, his confidence…

It was as if he had been thrown into the Holy Emperor's Secret Realm cleansing pool, experiencing several lifetimes of cultivation, like Rao Yaoyao, completely transformed.

But there was a fundamental difference!

Gou Wuyue understood that, unlike Rao Yaoyao, Xu Xiaoshou's growth and transformation were not illusions, but rooted in reality!

“Truly, he commands admiration…”

Wei Feng also seemed not to recognize the terrifying madman who had walked out of Dao Qiongcang’s body.

It had only been a month or so, but this guy seemed to have truly transformed from "Xu Xiaoshou" into "Master Shou."

If it weren't for this face he had seen at the entrance to the Yong Dao of the Ran Ming Ruins, Wei Feng would have believed he was the young Ba Zun An!

“What do you say?”

The two old men of blade and sword, their eyes met, and both felt hesitation.

On one hand, they clearly read the hidden murderous rage beneath Xu Xiaoshou's calm demeanor; on the other hand, Dao Qiongcang said he was "one of their own"…

Just as the two were hesitating, Dao Qiongcang, kneeling behind Xu Xiaoshou with his head pressed into his back, his lips writhing, uttered with difficulty:

“Kill…him…”

“Yi!”

Feng Tiantian shivered, hunched her shoulders, and scanned her surroundings.

Did she sense a killing intent?

But there was no one…

She was a little disappointed, tightened her grip on the Chuan Dao Jing Zi Jing in her arms, and sang a couple of old mountain songs to embolden herself.

Xu Yue Hui Gong, it was really hard to find!

After earlier rumors that Gou Wuyue had entered the Southern Domain, invaded Xu Yue Hui Gong, and killed Feng Xiaose with his sword.

The Feng family then set a task: someone needed to be stationed in Xu Yue Hui Gong and place the Chuan Dao Jing in that remote location.

“It truly is remote…”

Xu Yue Hui Gong was filled with ferocious ghost beasts.

Anyone with a normal brain wouldn't take on such a transmission task that could endanger their life.

But the reward was truly tempting!

The old patriarch’s day-long guidance, the Sword Pagoda’s day-long enlightenment, He Jian Ting Chen’s day-long appreciation…

As long as one could transmit something, even just finding the sword intent left by Wuyue Jian Xian, they could claim the reward!

Who wouldn't be tempted?

Indeed, no one was tempted!

After all, the Way of the Sword was precious, but life was more so.

Even among ancient sword-cultivating families, few could truly sacrifice their lives for the Way of the Sword and seek out ghost beasts.

Feng Tiantian was a concubine-born member of the Feng family, a very distant branch.

She was of the same generation as Feng Zhong Zui, but unlike Feng Zhong Zui and Feng Zhong Zhi, her parents didn't strive, so she didn't even get the "Zhong" character in her generation name.

She had a decent talent for swordsmanship, but it was useless.

This was her only chance to change her fate. If she didn't take this task, she might have to wait another thirty to fifty years for a good opportunity.

But by then, how would Feng Tiantian still be "sweet"? She would be old and haggard!

“This ghostly place is really eerie!”

A vast expanse of gray mist, even the forest was shrouded in a oppressive atmosphere. One felt a ghost behind them the moment they closed their eyes, making them not even dare to blink.

Feng Tiantian had been searching for almost ten days; this was her tenth time regretting taking the task.

Looking at the sky…

She couldn't tell if it was noon or dusk!

Feng Tiantian clenched her small fists, gave herself another boost of courage, and secretly resolved:

“I’ll search for another half a day. If there’s still no trace, it means Wuyue Jian Xian, you’re destined to have no connection with me in this life, and I’ll truly go home!”

Her sword suddenly vibrated.

Feng Tiantian shrunk her neck, her feet rooted to the spot, and hesitantly drew the three-foot-long green sword from her waist.

“Feng Liangliang, what are you howling about? I warn you, don’t scare me, okay…”

The sword vibrated again.

Below, a green Mo Jian materialized.

Both fingers pointed towards the distant northeast, where faint sword intent seemed to undulate.

Feng Tiantian glanced over, her long eyelashes trembled twice, then her big eyes blinked, then blinked again, and then her small mouth gradually opened, as if she had swallowed an egg.

“Mo Jian Shu!”

“Qing He Jian Jie!”

Why did she dare to take this task?

Because her parents didn't strive, she couldn't get the qualification to learn the family's strongest sword technique, Wan Jian Shu; she practiced Mo Jian Shu.

Unexpectedly, her progress in Mo Jian Shu was quite good.

There was still a small gap compared to the current generation of Seven Sword Immortals, but at seventeen, she had already opened the door to the Qing He Jian Jie.

And now, what she clearly felt was the intense, even frantic, fluctuation of the Qing He Jian Jie coming from the distant northeast!

If Feng Tiantian's Qing He Jian Jie was a gentle breeze, sweet in taste.

Then the sword intent surging in the distance, stirring the gray mist, which even the barrier couldn't suppress, was a world-ending storm!

Its taste, just one sip, was intoxicating!

“Xu Yue Hui Gong is right there!”

“Wuyue Jian Xian is right there!”

Feng Tiantian's eyes instantly turned crimson.

She had been to the Eight Palaces and had observed the sword intent left by Wuyue Jian Xian, the strongest Mo Jian Shu of the current era.

It was this taste!

It was this intoxicating!

“Charge!”

“Feng Tiantian, charge!”

“Change your fate against the heavens, enter the old patriarch’s sight, display your talent from now on, step on Feng Zhong Zhi, slash Feng Zhong Zui with your sword, become Gou Wuyue’s disciple, pursue Xu Xiaoshou… Behold the present!”

Feng Tiantian stepped on Feng Liangliang, and using the technique of inverse sword manipulation, rapidly charged towards the direction from which the sword intent was radiating.

“Love! Affection!”

Damn array!

Mo Jian has already slashed past, but I still can't achieve human-sword unity, simply can't get through, what should I do?

Feng Tiantian waited with a worried face for a moment, already completely certain that Wuyue Jian Xian was inside.

But no guardian ghost beasts were seen.

There wasn't even a single wild beast nearby.

All of them were gone, as if everything had died out.

Feng Tiantian pulled out her communication bead, hesitating whether to call her family... In fact, if she returned the way she came now, and was confident when turning in the task, she would be able to claim the reward.

“No, I must meet him!”

“I am Feng Tiantian, who wants to be Wuyue Jian Xian’s disciple; how can I return without even meeting him?”

“Cowardly! Feng Tiantian, are you that cowardly!”

Rustle.

In the eerie forest, a cool breeze suddenly swept through, rustling the leaves.

Feng Tiantian couldn't help but shiver again.

This chill…

Why do I have the illusion that my time is up and I'm going to die here…

“Hm?”

Feng Tiantian suddenly froze.

The surrounding forest was clearly still swaying.

But how could she not hear the rustling sound of the leaves?

“Hm?”

Feng Tiantian looked down.

She found that the clothes on her chest had ripped open, and the skin on her exposed hands was cracking little by little.

It was as if she had been lightly cut by a sword, blood rose, turning into a mist, and dispersing into the surroundings.

“Hm?”

The mist rapidly churned, and the world spun.

Intertwined forest shadows cast a layer of blood red over her vision, rapidly pushing forward from both sides…

No, it wasn't the environment moving forward, it was she herself retreating!

I, I'm flying?

“Ah—”

Piercing pain finally arrived, and Feng Tiantian, in hindsight, understood what had blasted her backward.

But she saw the gray mist in the distance, obscuring the sky, suddenly explode upwards, creating a huge hole and forming a mushroom cloud that rose layer by layer.

A white-boned giant slowly rose from the gray mist in the sky, while flesh rapidly condensed within it.

“No!!!”

Feng Tiantian finally heard her own voice.

At the same time, deafening explosions erupted in her ears and mind, shaking her until blood burst from her seven orifices, and she fainted.

Feng Tiantian fainted.

Feng Tiantian was woken by the pain.

Feng Tiantian smashed into trees and fainted from the pain.

Feng Tiantian was once again woken by the pain of her cracking body.

Over and over again, she didn't know how many times, in a blood-red vision, Feng Tiantian saw the scene far away after the gray mist array had shattered.

“What… is this…”

She was shocked.

What did she see?

This was like a whole new world!

Four massive beast horns emerged from the ground, restraining a gray moon in the high sky to the east, and on the highest peak within, a dragon's head was faintly discernible, its mouth holding a magnificent palace.

That colossal giant, stepping from the cliff!

One punch, blasting two figures, too indistinct to see who they were, flying!

Feng Tiantian wanted to run, but her legs felt like lead, utterly refusing to move. Only her inner voice was screaming frantically:

“Help me—!”

Two streaks of blood light.

One flew towards the distant sky.

One smashed directly towards her.

Closer!

Isn’t this too close? It’s going to hit me!

Feng Tiantian didn't know how she survived in that terrifying air current, but just as she was about to be brutally smashed to death by one side of the battle…

That blood-stained figure in white suddenly halted its charge, stopping a mere hand's distance away.

The one-armed man gently raised his hand backward.

The storm ceased, and Feng Tiantian's almost collapsing emotions were soothed by a gentle voice:

“Careful.”

Thump! Thump!

Her heart either sped up or stopped beating.

Feng Tiantian heard nothing else, only feeling as if she had arrived in heaven, dreaming the most beautiful dream before death.

What did she see?

When the one-armed middle-aged man turned his head, revealing a handsome face with distinct features brimming with mature charm, Feng Tiantian almost fainted from happiness.

Gou Wuyue!

Feng Liangliang, did you see that?

Gou Wuyue, he's Gou Wuyue!

Wuyue Jian Xian is right in front of me, he shielded me from the wind and rain, he saved my pathetic life!

Ah ah ah ah—

Feng Tiantian frantically tried to straighten her appearance, but upon touching her face, she gasped in pain.

Just then, the gentle middle-aged man opposite took out a golden elixir, held it between two fingers, and put it into her mouth.

“Oh.”

Feng Tiantian swallowed it subconsciously.

She didn't notice any change in her body; at this moment, only those two fingers were swaying in her mind.

Calloused, very thick calluses.

Rough, very rough.

But!

So warm…

Feng Tiantian never dared to dream so boldly, Wuyue Jian Xian feeding me elixir?

Until the man opposite frowned and whispered:

“Leave this place quickly.”

He gestured with two fingers, and a clear, melodious sword chime sounded.

Feng Tiantian's eyes widened to their largest, completely mesmerized by this mature, handsome face.

A glance from the corner of her eye, however, revealed a golden sword light sweeping from the horizon, and her delicate body trembled violently.

“Ah ah ah ah—”

Her inner voice instantly went frantic, screaming like crazy.

What?

What is this?

Tian Gao Yi Chi Ba Zun An, Ban Ba Qing Ju Who Dares Claim? Feng Lan Yao Ying Unseen, Midnight Ghostly Song Chills the Air… Demonic Sword! Voice of Nu Lan! It must be!

Ah ah ah ah, Mother, I've made it!

The sword was indeed the Voice of Nu Lan, arriving from beyond the sky, falling into Gou Wuyue's hand. The blood-stained man in white was about to leave with the sword, when Feng Tiantian finally regained her senses:

“Wuyue Jian Xian!”

Ah, damn it, he’s Wuyue Jian Sheng, he must be a Sword Saint by now, Feng Tiantian, what are you doing, you called him wrong! Hmm, he doesn’t seem to be a Sword Saint yet…

“Hm?”

Gou Wuyue couldn't hear the noisy inner thoughts. Hearing her voice, he merely paused, without turning back.

Speak! Feng Tiantian, speak, are you mute… Feng Tiantian racked her brain, squeezing out a sentence:

“Feng Liangliang, oh no, it’s my sword…”

Gou Wuyue’s sword intent surged, and he beckoned with two fingers.

Sword fragments flew in from beyond the sky; the best preserved part was a sword hilt…

Feng Liangliang, what a tragic death!

“I apologize.”

Gou Wuyue understood the significance of a sword to ancient sword cultivators and apologized for failing to protect the innocent sword of this ancient sword cultivator.

Don't apologize! Feng Tiantian hurriedly said: “It’s okay, it’s fine even if Feng Liangliang broke… Uh, I mean, there’s another mirror…”

A member of the Feng family?

Gou Wuyue made another gesture, helping her retrieve the Chuan Dao Jing.

This treasure was perfectly preserved, without the slightest damage, despite the raging storm of energy.

“Retreat from this place quickly; I no longer have the strength to protect you.”

When Feng Tiantian retrieved the Chuan Dao Jing, she felt that dying was worth it. Seeing Wuyue Jian Xian about to leave again, she hastily asked:

“Is that a ghost beast?”

She pointed at the distant colossal giant, taller than the sky, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Too terrifying.

Ghost beasts were indeed terrifying; just one roar shattered the grand array of Xu Yue Hui Gong, directly shaking Wuyue Jian Xian and that other person until they were covered in blood.

How do they fight?

You ghost beast, how dare you harm our Wuyue Jian Xian!

Gou Wuyue looked up, his expression quite solemn, but he slightly shook his head:

“No, that’s Xu Xiaoshou.”

Feng Tiantian froze, unable to react.

By the time her pupils dilated in shock, Gou Wuyue, who was in front of her, had already charged towards the giant in the sky with his sword.

Feng Tiantian instantly panicked, grabbed the mirror and tried to chase, but couldn't keep up.

She could only stomp her feet in place, shouting:

“Gou Wuyue, don’t hurt him, my Xu Xiaoshou probably didn't mean to!”

The figure charging towards the giant in the sky seemed to stumble in mid-air.

Feng Tiantian's ears were immediately blasted by a violent rush of air, leaving her stunned.

The protective layer, it’s gone?

“Run!”

Reason told her that there was no other way but to run.

But the boiling hot blood brutally destroyed Feng Tiantian's reason.

She clutched her forehead, clutched the mirror, and while retreating wildly, she couldn't help but look back.

“Xu Xiaoshou?”

“My Xu Xiaoshou isn't fighting with Lord Cang Sheng in the Central Domain, so how did he end up in Xu Yue Hui Gong in the Southern Domain?”

“Gou Wuyue is here too, and he's fighting my Xu Xiaoshou?”

“Something's not right, very wrong! What is Feng Zhong Zui doing? Isn't he supposed to be broadcasting the battle of the Sword Immortal? Is he broadcasting thin air?”

“This new generation of Seven Sword Immortals is already fighting the old generation of Seven Sword Immortals; what is he doing in the Central Domain? He should be here!”

Run, but can't escape the forest.

Flee, but can't escape the battle range of the Sword Immortals.

Feng Tiantian stopped, and abruptly turned around.

Covered in blood, her eyes gradually showed madness. She opened the Chuan Dao Jing towards the giant in the sky and pulled out her communication bead.

“Beep…”

Cross-domain communication beads, of course, could contact Feng Zhong Zui; whether the other party answered was another matter.

Feng Tiantian could only pray now that this young master of the Feng family understood the gravity of the situation and knew she wouldn't bother him unless it was something major.

She wouldn’t dare to disturb him while he was broadcasting with the main Chuan Dao Jing mirror, unless it was something truly catastrophic.

Feng Zhong Zui was clearly not an arrogant dandy. In a short while, the communication bead vibrated, and a puzzled voice came through.

“Feng Tiantian?”

“Feng Zhong Zui? Where are you? What are you doing?”

“Lower your voice; I’m at Gui Zhe Sheng Shan… Master Shou is currently leading me, fighting Emperor Cang Sheng!”

“Xu Xiaoshou, fighting Emperor Cang Sheng?”

“What's wrong? Is there a problem?”

“Yes! A big problem! My Xu Xiaoshou is now right in front of me, fighting Wuyue Jian Xian!”

“Uh…” The other end of the communication bead fell silent for a moment, then his tone rose, “Ah?”

“I said! Xu Xiaoshou! Gou Wuyue! Are in Xu Yue Hui Gong, a world-shaking battle!”

“No, Feng Tiantian, are you crazy? Master Shou is right in front of me now… Boom!!! Did you hear that! The firepower here is intense; I could die at any moment. I’m disconnecting first.”

“The Battle of the Sword Immortals! Feng Zhong Zui, do you understand what I mean?” Feng Tiantian was anxious.

“…One person can create thousands of clones?”

“Yes! Did your Xu Xiaoshou get bigger?” Feng Tiantian was relieved that Feng Zhong Zui was smart.

“No, my Master Shou here is just…”

“Mine got bigger, fighting fiercely! A bloody battle! The kind where he tears a Qilin apart with his bare hands, do you understand what I mean?”

“…Feng Tiantian! Immediately open the Chuan Dao Jing! I’ll help you connect to the master mirror’s screen and transmit it to the Five Domains! Even if you die, you must set the mirror correctly!”

“Okay!!!”