Chapter 62
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Chapter 62: The Lone Wanderer’s Blade
The massacre of thousands of newly ascended beings, including the Greeters, with the alleged involvement of celestial angels, reignited the smoldering fury in Feng Yun Wuji’s heart. The location of Heaven remains unknown to all, including Feng Yun Wuji. Despite his mounting anger, he maintained his composure. The angels that intervened were merely two-winged warriors; no higher-order celestials had shown their faces. The true strength of the angels, especially the higher echelons, remained a mystery to Feng Yun Wuji. The only known fact was that the angelic forces in Heaven never fluctuated, maintaining a constant count of approximately ten billion. Even the demonic factions held a healthy respect for the might of Heaven.
The demons themselves were terrifying, yet they were overshadowed by the power of Heaven, indicating the latter’s immense strength. A profound sense of solitude and helplessness gripped Feng Yun Wuji, compelling him to suppress his rage deep within.
After entrusting the affairs of the Sword Pavilion to Chi Shang, Feng Yun Wuji, clad in a white robe, set off into the distance. This time, he sought a formidable swordsman—Xi Men Yi Bei.
Amidst a landscape of towering, icy peaks, a solitary figure descended gracefully from the heavens and stood proudly atop a peak, a figure known to none other than Feng Yun Wuji.
Feng Yun Wuji made no effort to conceal his aura; his overwhelming sword intent enveloped the entire vicinity of You Ming Peak for thousands of miles. Within a three-foot radius around him, snowflakes congealed into fine, dense icicles that would momentarily linger before plummeting into the abyss below.
You Ming Peak, a sanctuary for the malevolent path, was not Feng Yun Wuji’s home, but he was, in name, a disciple of the Cold Pond Demon, You Wu Xie. Once disregarded, his rise to fame after his expedition to the Blade Domain and subsequent return from the Demon Realm had shaken the entire malevolent faction. The nearby practitioners were well aware that the once easily manipulated newcomer had transformed into a peerless emperor-level master, the Sword Emperor.
Feng Yun Wuji’s face bore a tranquil expression, tinged with a sense of alienation and the weariness of ages. His white robe fluttered in the biting wind, as if it might be claimed by the sky at any moment.
All the malevolent practitioners on You Ming Peak were cowed by the Sword Emperor’s presence, their tails between their legs. The recent legend of the Night Clan’s decimation by a single individual had made it clear that the Cold Pond Demon’s disciple, though not of their path, was no less ruthless. Until they could match his strength, none wished to provoke unnecessary conflict, let alone attempt to seize the Xuan Ming manual.
Feng Yun Wuji’s formidable divine sense radiated from him, scanning everything within a radius of thousands of miles repeatedly. As his divine sense swept over them, each malevolent practitioner was gripped by fear, believing the ruthless Sword Emperor had come for them. Fortunately, his domineering presence was but a fleeting sensation, swiftly moving on to distant regions. Feng Yun Wuji showed no interest in these practitioners with millions of years of cultivation; he sought one man—Xi Men Yi Bei.
“You have arrived!” Feng Yun Wuji gazed ahead, with an eerie silence behind him.
“Yes, I am here. I have never truly left, save for that one occasion,” a gray-robed man, the Right Guardian of the Destruction Void, approached from behind Feng Yun Wuji. As he moved, strands of hair swung back and forth, revealing a pair of eyes with no pupils, flickering in and out of sight.
“Does the Lord of Destruction intend to send you against me?”
“No. It is not the Lord’s wish, but my own. Do you remember that promise? Four hundred years have passed, and I have finally mastered the Windless Sword!”
“Windless Sword?” Feng Yun Wuji was slightly surprised but did not immediately respond. He looked up and said, “I did not expect that you have truly learned the art of hiding the wind within the sword. It is indeed astonishing.”
A sigh echoed from behind, and the gray-robed man said, “I know that even now, having learned the Windless Sword, I am no match for you. But I must draw my sword; we must have a duel.”
A glimmer of admiration shone in Feng Yun Wuji’s eyes, and he finally turned to face the gray-robed man, saying, “Tell me, what is your name?”
“Given your status as an emperor-level master, you indeed have that right. My name, which has not been asked for in a long time, is remembered only by me. My true name is Du Gu Piao. Make your move!”
“Du Gu Piao? Although you almost killed me once, I benefited from it and managed to break through to the first level of the Nine Turns of Life and Death Mysterious Technique. Strictly speaking, we have no grudges. You were just following orders. I do not wish to make things difficult for you, and you are not my opponent. Step back. If possible, I hope you can join my Sword Domain.” Feng Yun Wuji spoke loudly, with the last sentence being his true intention. Du Gu Piao’s swordsmanship was very peculiar, simple and deadly. Without a doubt, he was also a master of swordsmanship, otherwise, he would not have become the Right Guardian of the Destruction Hall. The Sword Domain, at this moment, was most lacking in experts.
“I cannot leave the Destruction Hall,” Du Gu Piao said calmly. “If you do not make a move, I will.”
“Make your move,” Feng Yun Wuji said indifferently.
Du Gu Piao’s right hand rested on the scabbard, his head slightly lowered, his body leaning forward, seemingly ready to draw his sword at any moment.
Clang!
The long sword hanging from Du Gu Piao’s waist suddenly vibrated violently, emitting bursts of sword sounds. Du Gu Piao’s face changed, his hand holding the scabbard trembled violently. Gathering a breath of true energy, Du Gu Piao suddenly grabbed the hilt and tried to draw it out.
Clang! A cold light pierced through the sky, revealing a sharp blade from the black scabbard, but it could only be drawn out about a foot before it could not be drawn out further, and the entire blade trembled violently.
Du Gu Piao finally raised his head, a pair of eyes with only the whites staring at Feng Yun Wuji. His gray robe fluttered without wind, and his long hair also flew up. An unparalleled sword intent burst forth from his body, and the air around him gradually became distorted, and the scenery became blurred.
Feng Yun Wuji looked up at Du Gu Piao and suddenly stretched out his right foot from under his robe, slowly stepping forward.
Crunch!
This sound did not come from the void, but from the soul. In Du Gu Piao’s feeling, as Feng Yun Wuji took a step, the sword intent within the surrounding space surged.
Clang! A sword cry, the half-exposed sword actually retracted back into the scabbard.
“No one can draw their sword in front of the Sword Emperor!” Feng Yun Wuji looked at Du Gu Piao and said indifferently…