Chapter 497 sOnes slash (1/2)
Shen Lian thought in his heart. It seemed to him that the opponent recognized the two sword wills he inherited from Founding Master Yuanqing and Ye Liuyun. Were Yuantu and Avici the origins of the two sword wills? He recalled from before the Asura Blood Sea that he saw when the sword will of founding master Yuanqing descended on him. Perhaps he should find a time to revisit the Asura Blood Sea to know how the Asura Clan was really like.
”Do you really want to leave now? Shen Lian did not reply yes or not, but Ming Luo's intention was revealed with that one sentence.
Ming Luo held the demonic blade which was as black as ink tightly. His hand was pale. His behaviors were akin to that of a tall standing mountain and deep waters. His face had no expression.
He asked without much changes in his expression, ”What if the answer is yes?”
As long as the blade and the human existed, there would be infinite possibilities. Even if Shen Lian's power was out of this world, Ming Luo was not short of yet another battle. If he could walk out of Shen Lian's deranged heart, he would then have the ability to master demonic characteristics, and to get rid of the shackles of the demonic blade. The demonic characteristics could be turned into divinity, and he could then return to Dao, and reach the state of the celestials.
The demonic characteristics of the demonic blade held by Ming Luo were triggered, and they were flowing like a swift river, which could not be stopped. Little vibrations too brought along Ming Luo, combining them into one. The human was the blade, and the blade was the human. There was no longer difference.
The demonic blade seemed to feel the dead or alive situation it was currently in. The demonic characteristics exploded fully, and the evil aura filled the space with a thin layer of ink.
Ming Luo took a step forward, and his body was tall and straight like a mountain.
”I killed someone when I was three. I learned swordcraft when I was seven, and I had great success in three years. Within Diqiu, I had no enemy under the age of twenty. By the time I was ten, I switched to practice the blade technique, and by age twenty, I reached the blood-red Asura sea by myself. I went to the depth of the blood sea alone, and I fought with the connoisseurs of the Asura Clan seven hundred and twenty-three times. Out of them, I came back from death's door thirty-seven times. I went on to take on battles around the world and I've won ten out of ten times. Until today then I realize, my previous successes or failures meant nothing. Even though I can kill millions of living beings, it won't be as satisfying as breaking a hair of yours.”
Shen Lian did not stop him and he just waited silently until he was done. It was not because he was arrogant, but because he had the utter confidence in himself, in addition to the accurate interpretation of every change in Ming Luo's essence, Qi and spirit from the beginning.
As Ming Luo became one with the blade, his aura was released. The spiritual opportunity within himself, however, was kept more within, as it began to combine into one with the demonic characteristics of the blade at a deeper level. A power that was in between illusory and reality was born.
The reason why it was illusory was that this space may not differ from the outside world, it ultimately was the district of the Sky Demon constructed with the power of the heart.
The heart had infinite possibilities. Given Ming Luo was bound here, he too needed to break the bind by the real world in order to move forward and reach to the level beyond him.
The overflowing illusory power could too affect reality.
However, only the old Daoist and Yanxu could exceed Shen Lian's understanding towards Dream Heart Sutra and Sky Demon Method. While it was a dream here, the boundless universe could too be a dream. He was comfortable traveling between the dream and the reality.
Ming Luo could feel intensely about Shen Lian's unpredictability. His aura kept climbing but there was nowhere for him to release it.
This form of suffocation was something that he had never encountered in his life. He refused to believe that he could not even draw his blade once. He swung the demonic blade in his hand with difficulty. The blade gleam rose up to a level of several ten thousand feet, like the height of the milky way.
As the mist surrounding Shen Lian in the void became thicker, the color of blood began to appear. Yuantu's and Avici's sword wills began to intertwine in Shen Lian's heart, like the Taichi of Yin and Yang.
Suddenly blood-colored mist gathered around the undisturbed Shen Lian and formed a red-black Taichi in front of him.
The blade gleam poured like the timbers that went straight down the channel, which ultimately crashed into the red-black Taichi.
The red and black fishes of the Yin and Yang intertwined and circulated.
Like a gigantic millstone that could wear off the gleam of a sword.
Shen Lian who was standing on the stone bridge moved suddenly, and his right hand became a sword finger, which poked through the void on the side.
Ming Luo immediately felt that he was ripped off from the connection with the demonic blade, and the blade gleam from far had been worn off completely by the millstone. With a loud tremble, there appeared a blade, black as ink in Shen Lian's hand. It could not stop trembling, but its once overweening arrogance was restrained at that moment.