Chapter 33
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Chapter 33: The Blade Domain Bears Witness to the Sword’s Might
“Hold!” The command rang out as the Second Prince of the Demon Realm cast aside the lifeless form of the woman and signaled for the twelve blade artists to refrain from their assault. With a mere nod, the four demonic figures dragged forth Fengyun Wuji, his body broken and clinging to life by a thread.
A boot descended upon Fengyun Wuji’s visage with brutal force, grinding down with a cruel twist. “Pitiful human,” the prince taunted, “always presuming beyond your reach.”
The prince spat his disdain upon Fengyun Wuji’s face and, with a vicious thrust, impaled him through the chest with his foot, the appendage protruding out his back and into the soil beneath.
Fengyun Wuji lay there, unmoving, sustained by the barest flicker of indomitable will.
“Is he dead?”
“Beyond a doubt, deceased!”
“Hmph, to perish so swiftly is a mercy he does not deserve. Humans are ever thus, baseless without strength,” the prince added, delivering one last punishing stomp to Fengyun Wuji’s face before leading his demonic retinue away.
The Great Free and Easy Wanderer gazed upon Fengyun Wuji, his chest a gaping maw, and with a heavy sigh, vanished into the heavens.
Time elapsed, unmarked, in the desolate valley where only the woman who had chosen death and Fengyun Wuji’s lifeless silhouette remained.
A brilliant flash, a clap of thunder, and the sky was torn asunder by a tempestuous convergence of clouds, each layer teeming with lightning that danced and wove between them.
The clouds spiraled above, a vortex of darkness plunging towards the earth, its terminus embedding itself into Fengyun Wuji’s very chest.
A faint, gray mist rose from the depths of the earth, shrouding an expanse of a hundred Zhang in its pall. An irresistible force lifted Fengyun Wuji’s form, and the gray vapors were drawn into him with the ravenous pull of a whale breaching the sea.
Fengyun Wuji’s eyes snapped open, revealing an otherworldly golden hue. With a subtle gesture, he severed the cascade of clouds from the heavens. From the ground, an immeasurable torrent of gray fumes surged into his being.
An aura, more potent than any he had ever possessed, radiated from Fengyun Wuji. His face a mask of stone, he strode forward, stooped, and cradled the woman in his arms.
Her eyes fluttered, a faint smile struggling to grace her pale, ashen visage. She was not yet beyond the reach of life. A cultivator, driven by sheer will, could momentarily forestall the inevitable.
Serenity marked her gaze as she regarded Fengyun Wuji, her bloodied hand etching a message into the earth. After a moment, it ceased, her smile locked in an eternal expression of sorrow.
Fengyun Wuji’s gaze fell upon the crooked, blood-streaked words: “Thank you, thank you!”
A mournful howl echoed into the heavens as Fengyun Wuji clutched the woman’s remains, a pain beyond words searing his very soul.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” he repeated, his head bowed in a stupor of remorse, before he, with the woman’s form in his arms, advanced through the undulating mists towards the Blade Domain.
“I’m sorry!” he uttered once more, tears tracing paths down his unmoving face. With strides that spanned ten Zhang, Fengyun Wuji made his way towards the Blade Domain.
Boom!
A colossal lightning bolt cleaved the sky above the Blade Domain, heralding the approach of a vast expanse of dark clouds from afar, carrying with them a man with a countenance pale and eyes fixed, clasping the form of a woman whose visage mirrored the stillness of death.
Boom!
Peals of thunder announced a deluge, the rain drenching the man as he carried the woman who had long since drawn her last breath.
“What intruder dares! This is the Blade Domain, begone at once!” Two disciples of the Blade Domain challenged Fengyun Wuji as he approached.
Crack!
Bloodlines appeared on their foreheads, tracing a path downward. With a wet thud, they split into four, collapsing to the ground, their lifeblood pooling around them.
Fengyun Wuji, with the woman in his arms, stepped over the fallen disciples and ventured deeper into the domain.
In ancient times, among the myriad of weapons, the blade reigned supreme, and the Blade Domain stood as a testament to this truth. Few had pondered the potential of a sword honed to perfection or the malevolence of a sword at its most extreme. Today, the Blade Domain would witness the most sinister sword intent from times ancient.
The boundless intent of the sword surged through the domain like tidal waves, every disciple feeling the overwhelming, tyrannical force of the sword as it traversed the sky. Where the sword intent reached, many a disciple’s blade shattered into dust with a crack.
Under the immense stimulus and the specter of death, Fengyun Wuji’s Nine Turns of Life and Death Profound Technique ascended to the fifth turn, unmatched in the entire ancient era, where the highest attained was but the sixth turn. Moreover, witnessing the humiliation of a woman before him and his own helplessness, Fengyun Wuji was deeply stirred, his mental power surging a hundredfold. The Sword of Intent Body Technique broke through to the third heaven, reaching the third tier of the Sword of the Heavens, on the cusp of the realm of the Sword Emperor. The might of the Sword Emperor was unknown, but even the realm of the Sword of the Heavens was terrifyingly potent.
The once tranquil Blade Domain was suddenly abuzz with activity as countless disciples in white robes converged from all directions. In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of Blade Domain disciples had amassed before Fengyun Wuji.
“Hahaha…” Fengyun Wuji’s laughter pealed into the heavens, yet it was tinged with the agony of weeping. His laughter cut short, his eyes—bloodshot and unyielding—appeared before the tens of thousands of Blade Domain disciples. The raw intent to kill in his gaze sent a shock through all who beheld it, causing each to inhale sharply.
“You all deserve to die!” Fengyun Wuji uttered these words as if from between clenched teeth, his form tilting as the invincible “Left Path” was unleashed. Bolstered by the formidable power of the fifth turn of his profound technique, the Left Path’s strike illuminated the entire sky with a brilliant radiance, bearing down on the tens of thousands of Blade Domain disciples with a force that threatened to rend the very fabric of the world.
The disciples bellowed in unison, tens of thousands drawing their blades as one, all practitioners of the blade’s way. Never had they conceived that the way of the blade could be so domineering. Compared to this blade that spanned the heavens and earth, altering the very hues of the firmament, the once-mighty blade aura of the Blade Domain disciples paled in comparison. Tens of thousands of blade auras lashed out, barely parrying the strike, the residual force still sending countless individuals flying.
Fengyun Wuji’s figure blurred, darting into the throng of Blade Domain disciples. With the woman’s corpse in his left arm and the Sword of Gall in his right hand, he wielded his long sword, blood splattering with each swing. No one could withstand a single blow, and all blades that met his sword crumbled to dust, the intangible blade aura slicing through the throats of the Blade Domain disciples who clutched their weapons.
A sinuous streak of light coursed through the tens of thousands of Blade Domain disciples, the cries of the fallen a constant refrain. When the light halted and Fengyun Wuji’s form became clear, thousands of Blade Domain disciples behind him clutched their throats, emitting choked sounds as blood geysered from between their fingers, their eyes wide with shock before they collapsed.
An aura of unparalleled dominance surged from the heart of the Blade Domain, and a voice of authority thundered through the skies above: “Who dares to cause a disturbance in my Blade Domain?!”