676 Sword of the World Part 2 (2/2)
The Giant Golden Dragon screamed and struggled desperately.
The Headmaster's sword ripped through the dragon's neck and pieces of scales peeled off.
The Giant Golden Dragon was increasingly in pain and its struggle grew even more vigorous. It flew and spun in the air, splitting the clouds and bringing surges of electricity out of them. However, it could not free itself from the sword of the world.
Dragon scales fell off. They were like mirrors, floating in the sky over the Wilderness and falling toward the ground. They reflected the light in the sky and shone upon the world, making it look like a turbulent river in the twilight.
Every time a scale fell, a fire would be ignited in the Wilderness.
Many rolled around and moaned in pain in the fire that was the Divine Light. Then, they died, turning into spiraling smoke.
The sword of the world carved a circle around the dragon's neck.
The Giant Golden Dragon's body was separated from its head. The dragon's body writhed in the sky for a long time before it stilled. Then, both the body and head collapsed like a golden sand river and spilled into the world.
The Headmaster's third stroke had killed a dragon.
The Headmaster waved his sleeves and his black coat billowed in the wind.
His left sleeve waved the dragon's body into the north where the night was. The golden sand which was breaking apart danced in the night sky before blasting away.
Every grain of golden sand contained the purest and most terrifying Haotian Divine Light. Now that they had burned up completely, an undeterminable amount of heat and light was generated, cleansing the darkness in the north.
His right sleeve compressed the dragon's head into a pure ball of light and pushed it into Sangsang's head. The remnants of the cold aura in Sangsang suddenly disappeared, like ice encountering the raging sun.
Deep in the Southern Sea, white steam spewed toward the sky in the sea water before the black reef. The boiling magma churned, seeming especially uneasy, reflecting the mood of the Taoist in indigo.
He looked to the north of the world and at the flashes of lightning and roaring thunder. After a long moment of silence, he sighed and shook his head.
In the depths of the Western Wilderness, the sounds in the clouds were slightly chaotic due to the vision. The usually quiet yellow temples seemed not to know what to express, just like how the Chief Preaching Monk was feeling right now.
He looked at the lightning above the eastern Wilderness exhaustedly. He kept wiping the sweat off his forehead, but as the lightning gradually ceased, the sweat on his forehead increased.
All was silent on the green mountain behind the Zhishou Abbey. It was filled with silence and despair. An old and shrill voice cried, ”We can't even kill him with that. What can we do?”
The Divine Guard of Light and Giant Golden Dragon scales fell from the sky, turning into burning Haotian divine fire. It swept away all the humans on the surface of the Wilderness, burning many to death within a short period.
In a battle of such intensity, all forces on Earth could only stand by and watch. However, there was no one qualified to watch today. They could only be lead by the waves and die regardless of which side they stood on.
No matter whether they were the Desolate, from the Central Plains, the West-Hill Divine Palace or the Devil's Doctrine, they all became burnt corpses when they were touched by the divine fire. Then, they were cleansed and turned into smoke, disappearing into nothingness.
The Headmaster landed on the surface of the Wilderness. He waved his arm and the clouds gathered. His sleeves fluttered and there was wind. Moments later, a thunderstorm occurred on the Wilderness, extinguishing the fire and dispelling the smoke.
The rain and wind stopped, and the sky separated by light and darkness returned to normal, revealing a bluish hue. White clouds floated on the cerulean sky; in the distance, a flock of sheep that looked like clouds appeared.
”The sun is setting, and the land is looking wonderful. That's not right.”
The Headmaster looked at the white clouds and shook his head. He casually threw the sword in his hand to the south, then placed his hand behind his back, leading Ning Que, Sangsang and the black horse carriage away.
The blinding light had been suppressed and the cold, terrifying night had disappeared. The hundreds of thousands of people on the Wilderness gradually regained consciousness. They looked at the tall figure and the slowly disappearing horse carriage.
They had all vaguely guessed what had happened but did not believe it because not even the most secretive scriptures and the most blasphemous of dark history books had ever recorded that such things would happen.
The battle between the divine world and humans was won by mankind.
The ancient sword of the world flew back to the Sword Garret of the South Jin Kingdom. It descended to the hole in the belly of the mountain and silently pressed down into the bottom of the dried pool. Moments later, the water appeared, filling the pool and submerging the sword.
Liu Bai looked at the pool in front of him and knew that he could no longer use this sword ever again, even though he had forged the sword and refined it with his spirit for many years.
The sword had already seen the sea and would no longer be impressed by normal waters. The sword had been used by the Headmaster to battle the will of Haotian. Would it still be willing to be wielded by an ordinary person or battle in the human realm?
Liu Bai did not seem disappointed nor defeated. Calm and fill with awe, he smoothed out his clothes and washed his face in the pool water before bowing to the northern Wilderness.
He was the most powerful person in the world. He was the prideful Sword Sage, Liu Bai. He had never respected nor feared anyone.
He would only bow to the Headmaster alone.
The Headmaster of the Tang Empire's Academy was a legendary character.
Even though his name had been gradually forgotten by the world and many cultivators, in the hearts of truly powerful cultivators, he was still the most powerful.
Many were guessing how tall the Headmaster was.
The Zhishou Abbey's dean and the Chief Preaching Monk of the Xuankong Temple had once been beaten by the Headmaster. They once thought that they could guess how tall he was, but then, they discovered they were wrong.
Liu Bai detached himself from the world for many years because of the Headmaster. He guessed that the Headmaster must be in the legendary Peaceful Non-Action State. But he was shocked to discover that he was wrong.
In Helan City.
Master Huang Yang looked at the blue skies and white clouds in the distance and lamented, ”In the spring of the 13th year of the Tianqi era, the Academy started a new term. The Headmaster presided the ceremony at the Academy while the Nation Master and I played chess at a pavilion by the path. I once asked him how tall the Headmaster was.”
The Emperor asked, ”What did Qing Shan say?”
”The Nation Master said that the Headmaster was several stories tall. I said then, that the Second floor was already very high. If the Headmaster was several stories tall, then that would be really tall... However, it seems like we were both wrong.”
”How tall is the Headmaster?”
Master Huang Yang praised sincerely, ”The Headmaster is as tall as the sky.”