by Fang Xiang
Sword essence was eternal and could exist for thousands of lifetimes. Emotions were just common things. If one's sword essence was infected by their emotions, they would never be able to reach the peak.
Such a pity for this good man!
There was still a smile on the Kun Lun sword xiu's face. However, his eyes were filled with ice and emotionlessness.
A transparent little sword that was as thin as a cicada's wings appeared in his hands.
Just as he was about to act, he suddenly became alarmed. His icy eyes suddenly changed.
In front of him, Wei Sheng's presence suddenly changed.
An ancient and desolate presence filled with deep grief flooded from the endless void and turned into threads that entered the black sword in his hand.
The black sword suddenly hummed!
It was like the howl of ancient wasteland beasts. The savagery and vicious presence filled the air. The thick tang of blood came from the sword and merged into the black void in the surroundings.
Almost in a flash, the dark void became tinged with dark red.
Wei Sheng's body trembled violently. His face was ashen as though all the blood in his body had been drained. But his hand that held the black sword was like rock and didn't move a sliver.
The Kun Lun sword xiu suddenly raised his head. He saw an mountainous blood coloured sword floating behind Wei Sheng.
Streams of blood dripped. The savage and bloody presence caused his sword heart to instinctively tremble.
This was … …
Wei Sheng's slightly red eyes became deep red, then dark red until they became black.
The same deep black like the previous void.
The killing essence and the tang of blood seemed to disappear. The enormous blood sword behind Wei Sheng also disappeared as if it was just a mirage.
However, the blood tinged void in the surroundings informed people that the scene just now had not been an illusion.
The Kun Lun sword xiu's mouth was wide as he looked behind Wei Sheng. It was as though he had seen a ghost.
"God-Killing Blood Sword … … how is it possible … …"
He murmured to himself with an ashen expression.
Wei Sheng's expression returned to normal. The black sword in his mind was completely red, and the surrounding void was also dyed red. In the void was a little tiny infant sitting in lotus position on the blood sword. It seemed to be similar to Wei Sheng in features.
Yuanying!
At this time, he broke through to yuanying!
Wei Sheng's sword essence level was always above his cultivation level. Even the mo that he had defeated enver had thought that the person they faced was just a jindan sword xiu.
Today, when he suddenly heard the terrible news about the sect leader and the shishu, he had felt grief and fury. This caused a resonance with the black sword in his soul. The vast killing essence in the black sword had instantly broke through the barrier inside his body.
Previously, he had had a bad feeling about the sect, but there had not been any actual news about the sect leader and the others. He had held some hope. But now that the other had confirmed his suspicions, in great grief Wei Sheng lost the last restraints and calm that he had. The last barrier between him and the black sword was also broken.
The long accumulation and the comprehensions he gained at the border of life and death allowed him to have a successful breakthrough.
The Kun Lun sword xiu wanted Wei Sheng's mind to show weakness but he had never thought that this would become an opportunity for Wei Sheng to break through.
"God-Killing Blood Sword, so that is what you are called."
Wei Sheng lightly caressed the black sword in his hand and murmured to himself. The black sword felt the sorrow inside Wei Sheng and the killing essence grew. It violently trembled, the sword producing threads of blood that ran along the blade. In a few moments, the sword was streaked with blood.
The blood on the sword seemed to have an unique presence.
If Zuo Mo was here, he would instantly recognize this presence was shen power! Pure shen power!
The threads of blood were the blood of totem warriors. The blood that the sword had drank tens of thousands of years ago!
The Kun Lun sword xiu's mind finally cleared up but his face became even paler. He was being completely suppressed by Wei Sheng!
The red void in the surroundings was like an enormous clamp that gripped him.
Impossible!
Even if it was the God-Killing Blood Sword, it could not be so powerful!
Was it … …
A terrifying thought flashed through his mind.
At this time, Wei Sheng raised his head.
In this moment, the Kun Lun sword xiu, Wei Sheng, and the red void in the surroundings had merged into one.
As expected … … he had a breakthrough!
"Master and the Shishu in Heaven, under my Void Sword Domain, this disciple Wei Sheng offers the blood of Kun Lun as tribute!"
These were the last words that the Kun Lun sword xiu heard.
Translator Ramblings: Wei Sheng's a vampire.
The thing with the heaven/celestial and the morthal typos were all me. WanderingGummiOfDoom finished editing, I was reading it over, and then I realized “person” didn’t sound as good as mortal and heaven was weird and celestial fit bitter.
Chapter 683: Explanations of Shen Power
Ceng Lian'er had stared at the ball of light in Zuo Mo's hand for a long time before she couldn't resist speaking, "Why do you cultivate spells?"
Since a few days ago, Zuo Mo suddenly started to cultivate spells. While Ceng Lian'er did not know much about spells, but she knew that with Zuo Mo's personality that he would not do useless things.
To go from cultivating shen power to suddenly cultivating ling power, she found this very strange.
Zuo Mo was sweating and it seemed that it took him great effort. However, he did not stop and spoke as he worked, "The three powers are each branches of shen power. Cultivating the three powers can help us advance our shen power."
Ceng Lian'ers expression was puzzled.
She had the inheritance from the Moon Tribe and her understanding of shen power was completely different than Zuo Mo's.
Zuo Mo did not explain how he arrived at this conclusion but Pu Yao and Wei had found that there was evidence to support this conclusion. It could not be explained in a sentence or two.
But he still added, "The disappearance of shen power should have another cause other than just the loss of the inheritances."
Ceng Lian'er's eyes suddenly it up. "What other reason?"
The disappearance of shen power had always been a mystery. Up until now, no one had been able to explain it. That era was too distant in the past, and there were few records on the matter that had survived the march of time. Most of these were not specific in their wording. The shen power was stronger than the three powers. A Gui, Zuo Mo, and Ceng Lian'er were only in the early stages of mortal level and, when they coordinated, could kill fanxu xiuzhe. The advantages could be seen.
But the powerful shen power had still disappeared and the three powers which were not as powerful had developed and their use had spread until it became the mainstream method. This was something hard for people to understand. No matter if it was xiuzhe, yao, or mo, their pursuit of power was the same.
When Ceng Lian'er heard that Zuo Mo might have found the reason, she became alert.
"Belief." Zuo Mo said. He didn't mess up the spell on his hand.
"Belief … … "Ceng Lian'er stilled.
"The warriors of the ancient tribes have another identity. They are the totems of their tribes, they are thought of as the gods of their tribes. They are entities that the tribes sacrifice to and worship. That is why ancient tribes have temples. And now, no matter if it is xiuzhe, or yaomo, we do not have totems nor temples."
Ceng Lian'er contemplated this idea.
"In other words, cultivating shen power now
is not the same as in the past. We have the inheritances, but we cannot be like the entities of the past and become totem warriors. We cannot receive the belief and ceremonial sacrifices of other people. However, we can work on the three powers. The three powers are not as strong as shen power but their cultivation systems are stricter and they developed from shen power so they are of great help to cultivating shen power."
As Zuo Mo spoke, the light on his hand showed signs of instability and he hurriedly shifted his focus back.
Ceng Lian'er was intelligent and the inheritance she received from the Moon Tribe was complete. After some thought, she understood that what Zuo Mo said was correct. In the Moon Shen Power inheritance she had, much of the content was related to temples. In the past, she had not thought of this. Now, when she thought of Zuo Mo's explanation, she realized.
The temple was for gathering belief.
"Can you teach me yao arts and spells?" Ceng Lian'er suddenly said.
Zuo Mo stopped. He hadn't thought that Ceng Lian'er would ask this. It had to be said that for an actual mo, it was a difficult matter to learn spells and yao arts from the start.
He looked at Ceng Lian'er. "It is slightly difficult to start from the beginning."
Ceng Lian'er smiled. "At the very least, it won't be as difficult as cultivating shen power."
Zuo Mo was left speechless. Yes, she was right. The cultivation of the three powers would not be as difficult as cultivating shen power. He did not refuse her. After some thought, he took out two jade scrolls. "Your mo physique is very good. This [Jade Bone Spell] uses ling power to refine the bones and will be of help to your mo physique. This [Nether Jail Bone Sacrificial Art] is also suited to you. You might try to practice this."
Previously, Pu Yao had given Zuo Mo all of the spells and yao arts he had collected. Wei's previous master had been a battle maniac and challenged numerous people when she had been young leading Wei to have a deep understanding in mo skills, and all kinds of mo skill styles. Wei had not held anything back.
Those skills that could attract Pu Yao and Wei's interest were not average things. Other than cultivation, Zuo Mo had spent these days reading the spells, yao arts, and mo skills. While they were lacking greatly compared to shen techniques, because they were not as powerful as shen pechniques, their demands on the control and use of power was finer.
Start from the three powers. This was the result of Zuo Mo, Pu Yao and Wei's discussion on reconstruction.
They all thought that the path the present shen power had to take was completely different than in the era of the ancient tribes.
Once this direction was confirmed, Zuo Mo burrowed into the "Pu Wei Record Pavilion", something that could rival those record halls of the four great sects.
He only slept for four hours each day and spent the rest of his time reading or cultivating. Pu Yao and Wei had helped him design an extremely intense cultivation plan. This cultivation plan detailed everything down to ten minute blocks, and was so strict it was like a forging report.
Zuo Mo was perfectly carrying out this cultivation plan.
Whenever he was so tired he wanted to die Zuo Mo's would look towards A Gui, sitting silently beside him, and he would be filled with strength.
He had never been so focused or worked so hard.
Even Pu Yao and Wei were secretly surprised inside. The cultivation plan they had designed only existed in theory. When they had designed it, they had not thought that Zuo Mo would manage to carry it out.
But when Zuo Mo had perfectly finished the first phase, it gave them a scare.
The Little Mo Ge they saw before them was so unfamiliar they were astounded.
Day after day, Zuo Mo's cultivation still diligently followed the cultivation plan designed by the two.
Even though Pu Yao and Wei were left shocked to the point they didn't know what to say, this was still not enough in Zuo Mo's eyes.
The progress was too slow!
Pu Yao and Wei both thought that the present rate of improvement was at the limit unless there was outside simulation. They were definitely at the forefront when it came to the study of shen power.
If regular methods were useless, then he would use extreme methods.
For example, fighting.
Zuo Mo was waiting for the other people in Xuan Kong Temple to arrive. The enormous Xuan Kong Temple would not give up on such a good chance to obtain shen power. From how Xuan Kong Temple was willing to send out two fanxu, it could be seen that Xuan Kong Temple wanted to capture them.
Zuo Mo suddenly stopped the spell and his expression changed slightly.
They had come!
One, two, three … …
Thirty people, each of them yuanying!
Zuo Mo was slightly shocked. Xuan Kong Temple had such a high opinion of him!
Such a grand and enormous group did not scare him. He felt his blood boil, fighting spirit filling his chest. He wanted to immediately have a fight against the crowd of thieving baldies.
He quickly calmed down. A strategy was required to win against thirty Xuan Kong Temple yuanying.
A moment later, Ceng Lian'er stopped cultivating and looked at Zuo Mo. Zuo Mo did not speak and nodded at her. Ceng Lian'er understood and moved into the air. Zuo Mo grabbed A Gui and also jumped to fly.
"They are over there!"
The elders of Xuan Kong Temple immediately spotted the trio and pursed them.
But the Xuan Kong Temple eldest found quickly that the three were even faster than they were. In a blink, there was only an extremely thin white mark in the sky and no sign of the trio.
"Such speed!"
Many elders praised. Such speed. It could even compare to the Kun Lun sword xiu.
A widely-read elder had an astounded expression. "This is [Sky Mark]!"
"[Sky Mark]!"
Many elders stilled. They seemed to have heard this name before but they did not remember it clearly.
"It is from before the thousand year battle, the secret skill of Air Travel Sect!"
This elder's explanation immediately stirred people's memories. However, not every elder had an interest in the sects from before the thousand year war. One elder said, "Old Lin, explain in more detail."
Old Lin did not refuse and said, "The Air Travel Sect was an intermediate sect before the thousand year war. They had two powerful spells, one called the [Air Kill Spell] the other [Sky Mark]. [Sky Mark] was the top flying spell at the time. When one flies using it, there will be an extremely thin mark left in the sky so it is called Sky mark. When it was used together with the treacherous [Air Kill Spell], it became famous. However, all of Air Travel Sect had died in the thousand year war. Is this Xiao Mo Ge a descendant of Air Travel Sect?"
When he reached the end, Old Lin was slightly puzzled.
"This boy's history is strange. Elder Dai Tao said that he cultivates all three ways, that appears to be true. However, we do not need to waste effort on this. When he capture him, all will be revealed," an elder said with a snort.
"Elder Pang is right!"
The other elders nodded.
It could be seen that Elder Pang held authority among the elders. He turned his head and said, "Elder Xu, Elder Wu, Elder Hao, you three are the fastest in the sect. Please go first. Once you catch up to him, do not fight him head on, just follow behind him and message us the position. This boy is cunning. Be careful."
The three elders nodded. They did not speak more and moved into the air.
As expected of the three who were skilled in flying spells, with their flying talismans, they immediately turned into three different colored lights and disappeared into the horizon.
The other elders put out their flying talismans, lotuses, lucky clouds, or ling beasts, each using something different.
Xuan Kong Temple was not skilled in flying but as one of the four greats, all of the elders were wealthy. The talismans and ling beasts they used were extraordinary, lights flashing and astounding in presence.
&nb
sp; Zuo Mo's spell really had been [Sky Mark].
When he had first came up with the plan, he had planned every detail. His gamble meant his growth had to be quick in order to survive the fighting, the risk did not need to be stated. If he lost, there would not be a chance to regret it.
What was crucial to this battle was speed. If Xuan Kong Temple's elders surrounded him, he was dead.
The flying talismans he had were greatly lacking compared to the elders of Xuan Kong Temple. Therefore, when he found [Sky Mark] among the spells that Pu Yao collected, he immediately started to practice it.
[Sky Mark] was peerlessly quick, as expected of a flying spell that was at the top three thousand years ago.
Enjoying the pleasure of high speed flying, Zuo Mo had started the next step in his plan.
Thieving baldies, enjoy ge's welcome!
Translator Ramblings: Same name, different thing, I can't see Zuo Mo being worshiped. He'll rather worship jingshi.
Chapter 684: Ambush
"Here."
The three stopped. Streaks of light flew out of Zuo Mo's hands and entered the ground. They soundlessly melted into the ground.
Zuo Mo had a satisfied expression. The three flew ahead a bit further and then turned around waiting for the other to arrive.
———
Soon after, the three dots of light in the distance grew larger and suddenly stopped near the three.
The three elders looked warily at the trio. They had learned from Elder Dai Tao that these three were powerful. Normal yuanying were not a match for them. Even Elder Ji Zheng had died at their hands.
The three did not go further forward and moved into defense positions. In any case, their mission was to follow the trio, and to prevent them from escaping.
A cold light flashed through Zuo Mo's eyes. He shot towards the three of them first.
"Kill!"
Ceng Lian'er and A Gui almost disappeared into the air at the same time.
The three elders were shocked. They turned and moved to escape. But unexpectedly several lights appeared under their feet.