Chapter 153 The Blade That Blended into the Nigh (1/2)

Shen Lian focused his gaze on the word, ”Yuan”. Each of the strokes could be broken down, and he felt as though he was placed deep in the void staring the few impressive sword aura cutting through the sun, moon, and the stars; it made its mark on the eternal great Way.

These feeling touched him. He thought that if he were the owner of the sword aura, there was nothing that he would fear in this world, and he would be invincible.

All these were merely an illusion; Shen Lian focused his thoughts and shook off the feelings.

The sky was still dark and the snow was thick. The little demonic bird perched lazily in the corner. There were some soft straws behind it, and the little sparrow next to it stood guard responsibly akin to a bodyguard.

When Shen Lian appeared, the little demonic bird perked up and went over in a friendly manner. Shen Lian stopped it at its peak and blocked it from getting closer.

”I will feed you a little bit every day, and you should not be greedy for more,” Shen Lian shook his head and spoke.

The demonic bird moaned unhappily.

However, Shen Lian's Mana was a lot stronger than its own. With a breeze from his fingertip, Shen Lian restrained the demonic bird and hung it up. Shen Lian toyed with it, and the demonic bird was displeased. It gave off the strange Qi and undid Shen Lian's breeze. With a few gentle flaps of its wings, it stood on the rooftop opposite within seconds.

Shen Lian was surprised by its speed.

With Shen Lian's spiritual consciousness, he was surprised that he did not catch all of the demonic bird's movements earlier. Even though he was caught off guard, it still said a lot about the little demonic bird's capabilities.

The key point was that it was still so small and weak. Imagine if the bird had reached adulthood and went through the Trial of Shapeshifting, it would be so speedy that only the likes of land immortals could capture it.

Shen Lian did not know that this demonic bird had just escaped from the hands of a Demon King as strong as a land immortal.

After the nine states of cultivation, these individuals could not be estimated with rational common sense. They were someone great who could claim to have endless Mana, and resided comfortably at some corner in the world.

Shen Lian still had the mood to toy with the bird. It was as though he had forgotten about the enemy that was soon to come.

He named the demonic bird as Qianmo, and the normal little sparrow was given the name Xiaoxun.

Qianmo meant little road, and it signified how he found the demonic bird from the roadside. On a deeper meaning, the ancient scriptures referred to ”Qian” as the direction of a space. ”Qian” also meant ”to walk”. The Southern Dipper decided on life, while the Big Dipper decided on death. It showed the process from life to death. The character ”Bai” which formed part of ”Mo” in Qianmo was connected to time too. From sundown till sunrise, that was a full day. In the eyes of those who were skilled in Shushu, the time period could be segregated into one hundred portions.

When Qian and Bai were used to forming a phase, it was connected to time-space and the universe, which contained Shen Lian's curiosity towards Qianmo itself. The eight Qi of Taixu was inseparable from the formation of the universe, and the fact that Qianmo could absorb the eight Qi of Taixu showed that both of them had some form of connection unknown to Shen Lian.

The normal little sparrow, Xiaoxun, had a name with much simpler origin. It meant that it was the one who found Qianmo.

Xiaoxun was a normal bird, to begin with, and had attained spirituality due to Shen Lian. It had also found its meaning to live due to Qianmo. On the other hand, Qianmo was not only the nobility amongst the birds, it was of precious bloodline even amongst other animals. There was a vulture that came looking for food. One stare from Qianmo had sent it flying away in fear.

Only Shen Lian would have the patience and mood to help both of the birds to shapeshift, what more to name one of the birds that could not be considered as a demon.

Time flew like water, and three days had passed just like that. Tonight, the quarter moon was shaped like a blade. The Temple of Killings had its door opened.

The enchanting moonlight shone on the white snow, but it was different from when Chen Jianmei was fighting with Monk Baoguang. Back then, it was a full moon, and right now it was a quarter moon.

Back then, Chen Jianmei had attained the state of Huandan; on the other hand, Shen Lian had not.

It was not a fight between equals; in fact, Shen Lian did not know why his opponent approached him. Perhaps they had previous grudges. If so, he probably was not qualified for Shen Lian to even look at back then.

It was the same now.

The moon outside of the window would not be different tonight.

Qianmo and Xiaoxun made themselves a nest in the hall. However, they were spiritual and did not make a mess out of the hall. The hall still looked as clean and neat as usual.

The word, ”Yuan” remained at its usual spot, and was hung at the spot where one would worship the deities.

There were flames in the Daoist temple, and the moonlight that filtered in was not as bright as the man-made lamps. The wind was not strong tonight, which was why the flame did not waver in the air.

Outside the Temple of Killings, the moonlight was suddenly blocked out. A red cloud had flow over, and the Qi of devilry was seeping through. It was swirling on top and did not come down, the gigantic spiritual pressure had caused the flames in the hall to alternate between brightness and darkness.