Chapter 283 (2/2)

If he wanted to practice the Great Spirit, he had to turn his back against Haotian and even become enemies with Haotian.

Becoming enemies with Haotian would mean joining the Devil.

Youngest Uncle had joined the Devil the moment he had held on to this sword.

That was why Youngest Uncle had been punished by the heavens and died.

He had already comprehended the sword style of Haoran Sword. If he accepted the sword style and allowed it to enter his body, he would be following in Youngest Uncle's footsteps.

And he would also join the Devil.

Following in Youngest Uncle's footsteps was something glorious and to be proud of.

But it was also the most dangerous thing on earth.

Even Youngest Uncle who was one of the strongest could not avoid death after he had joined the Devil.

If he learned the Haoran Sword, how many days more could he live on earth?

Ning Que looked around him distractedly.

The old monk was practicing his Devil art in the mountain of bones. Ye Hongyu laid beneath him, unconscious.

Mo Shanshan smiled with difficulty when she saw that he was finally conscious. She could not hold on any longer, and fell into a dead faint.

Night had long come to the world outside the mountain. The room was darker than ever.

He held on to the knife and stood before the mountain of bones. His s.h.i.+rt was soaked with sweat as he stayed silent, not knowing how to proceed.

The sword marks on the walls stopped moving as they waited in silence.

The sword style in his body stopped flowing and waited in silence.

His will awaited his final decision in silence as well.

Even someone like Lotus would have to hide in the dark once he joins the Devil. If he wanted to walk proudly in the open like Youngest Uncle, he would be punished by the heavens and died no matter which cultivation state he was in.

Ning Que looked towards the sky, but could not see anything. He could only see the cold stone walls and the colour of the dark night.

This was the most difficult decision a cultivator had to make.

Their respect for Haotian would not allow them to touch that world in the dark night.

Even a cultivator who had not a shred of respect for Haotian would struggle due to the fearful considerations between life and death. He would think about it and meditate on it for half a life and would not reach a conclusion.

He thought and struggled over it for what seemed to be an entire lifetime.

In actuality, he had only considered it for the amount of time it took for thirty spring onion slices to fall from his palm into noodles with fried eggs.

He wanted to live on.

He wanted to live on with a certain person.

This was the most important thing.

Compared to this, Haotian was a pile of s.h.i.+t.

Dog s.h.i.+t.

Ning Que raised his podao to rest in front of his brows.

This would be the last time he wors.h.i.+ped the heavens.

And his knife landed.

The blade landed on the stone walls.

And onto the sword marks that Youngest Uncle had left behind all those years ago.

His wrist turned the blade and it followed the two sword marks, making two strikes on both sides of it.

The flames beneath the blade danced as if they were stars leaving the night dome.

Following this simple movement, the sword style that had waited silently gathered.

Numerous tiny swords gathered, and with the Ocean of Qi, they cleaved the Snow Mountain.

At this moment, Ning Que knew that he had entered a brand new world.

The Psyche Power in his sense of perception still existed, but it no longer played music for the heavens. Instead, it created a beautiful new world in his body. There were trees and lakes, mountains and seas in the new world. All it needed was life to multiply and fill it.

A new path was created in the Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi. The path seemed to have always existed, but had been blocked and hidden. It had finally made its existence known. The majestic sword style turned into a certain aura and whistled through the path. It went forth with vigor and was endless. It rushed towards the skies.

That was the Great Spirit.

The minuscule stream of air spluttered. Dust and debris erupted from Ning Que's body

His eyes glittered before they returned to normal.

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