987 Winter Solstice (2/2)

It looked like it had been waiting there all along, like the remnants of dusk, blocking all the brilliance he had created, inviting his wrist directly moving towards it.

Pu!

Pain. The sword left his hands and the Faceless Killer God backed away unconsciously. But he saw a meteor, a dreamlike meteor that brightened his vision, hitting directly in between the eyes.

”This is several times more wonderful than my previous slash…” the Faceless Killer God was moved again, to be able to see such swordsmanship, he could die in peace.

His eyes were wet as he strained to utter the words, ”What sword style?”

With the sword resting on his lap, Shang Jiuming's eyes were full of devotion.

”The Awakening Celestial Sword Style.”

”So that's it…” the Faceless Killer God fell backward as he looked into the sky, his eyes filled with relief and affection.

”No wonder it's called the sword style left behind by those who crushed the void…”

Gao Fuchen watched the scene in front of him unfold as if he had been put into a thousand-year ice cave, he could not help but feel a chill.

”A sword style like this actually exists in the world! It's a thing of Gods and Demons!”

Faced against a sword style like this, Gao Fuchen did not even dare to unsheathe his sword!

”This is the Awakening Celestial Sword Style?”

”Since the owner of the Wulin Express already inherited the Awakening Celestial Sword Style, why did he defame the Awakening Celestial Sword? Does he have some inside information?”

Gao Fuchen stared blankly as the horse carriage steered away. After a long time, he came back to his senses. He was sad and dejected. At the same time, he was also confused and shaken.

”Maybe I've been persevering on the wrong thing?”

After another month, the Awakening Celestial Sword's image began to integrate. It gradually moved towards the direction where he was the reincarnation of the Demon Lord.

Meng Qi felt the resonation of Heaven and Earth within the Celestial Sword Puppet, he felt the subtle and surreal connection really taking shape. Connected to him and the Awakening Celestial Sword Image, communicating the real world and that piece of land.

It was time!

It was time to turn the projected image into a seal!

Surrounding the Celestial Sword Puppet, light and shadow suddenly danced and moved before it turned into a human figure. Wearing a white shirt with a cold expression, with a happy but not sad gaze, holding a crystal that contained the primitive force of the Demon Lord in one hand while holding the century-old Awakening Celestial Sword in the other.

Shang Jiuming saw the scene unfold in front of him with his mouth wide open. Then, as if he already had a premonition long ago, he saw the white swordsman wield the sword, creating an impeccable sword glow that crushed the void, opened the land, and appeased the four directional zodiacs, and agglomerated the five elements.

With a swing of the sword, Heaven and Earth moved. Meng Qi worked his divine sense and, relying on the resonation, branded this illusory image between Heaven and Earth as if it was Saṃbhogakāya purifying the land, becoming part of the world's principles.

The illusory image dispersed and vanished as the subtle connection subsided. The brand turned into a seal, as long as Meng Qi did not fall, as long as the land was not destroyed, then the legend of the Awakening Celestial Sword would never end!

The brilliant sword glow disappeared. Shang Jiuming saw the Celestial Sword Puppet sitting there quietly and noticed several sword holes on its back which manifested the Vital Energy Circulation Method.

The amazing experience that seemed surreal was finally over, but there was no way of going back now… Shang Jiuming sighed. To protect his current life, the most important thing right now was to work hard and practice his swordsmanship.

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Jade Palace, Kunlun Mountain.

Meng Qi, who was seated on the cloud bed, suddenly felt an unstable aura that seemed to exist in another universe.

”At long last, I've left the seal before the Winter Solstice. It's too bad I can't rely on this method in the future. After all, the number of worlds that have legends left behind is too low…” Meng Qi opened his eyes and suddenly felt something in his heart. He raised his head and looked towards the horizon.

Above the Eastern Sea, a magnificent ship was steering in mid-air above rippling and volatile energy ocean, existing in between reality and the illusory world. At the bow of the ship was a prideful woman wearing feathered clothing and a star crown. Heaven and Earth all around her made pressuring rickety sounds that sounded like different worlds colliding against each other.

This was a Divine Fairy.

This was the Messenger of Golden Turtle Island.

Winter Solstice had arrived.