Chapter 566
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Chapter 566: The Third Sword
After Nikes’ figure vanished, the night that enveloped everyone gradually faded into the eastern sky.
A hazy mist reappeared in their view, wrapping around several people. Bai Li Pangpang, Cao Yuan, Shen Qingzhu, Jialan, Jiang Er, and An Qingyu approached Lin Qiye from different directions through the mist.
They stared at the heart in Lin Qiye’s hand, falling into silence.
They had all witnessed the scene just moments ago.
“Qiye… she said that the Sword Saint still has a chance to return. Is that true?” Bai Li Pangpang asked.
Lin Qiye was silent for a moment. “Mother wouldn’t lie. If she says it’s true, then it is.”
The expressions of the others softened slightly.
Only Lin Qiye continued to gaze at the sliver of night in the east, like a statue, unmoving.
“What are you thinking about?” Jialan asked softly.
“I’m thinking about the name of our team.”
“Name?” Upon hearing this, the others turned to look at Lin Qiye. “Have you thought of one?”
“Maybe.”
Lin Qiye looked at the corner of the night sky in the east, then lowered his gaze to the heart in his palm, slowly saying:
“Our team was born from despair, emerging from the darkest times. Along the way, we have gained and lost.
Our existence is not for merit, nor for fame… but for the places we can see and hear, free from disaster, evil, injustice, and sacrifice.
The world is too vast, and there are too many beings; we cannot manage it, nor do we wish to.
Let the world be destroyed, or the gods be enraged…”
A few streaks of starlight flickered in Lin Qiye’s eyes as a pitch-black night began to spread rapidly across the sky above them, covering several kilometers in the blink of an eye.
The world darkened once more.
[Night Falls].
This night was his forbidden realm, his domain.
He raised his hand, pointing at the night above.
“As long as I am under this night,
Those I cherish shall have peace for eternity;
Those I oppose shall be obliterated;
I want our fate to be in our own hands, I want us to be invincible!
One day, I will make this night a forbidden ground for the gods,
Here… we will be our own gods.
Our name,
Is [Nightfall].”
As Lin Qiye’s voice fell, everyone stood frozen in place.
After a long while, they finally came to their senses.
“The Fifth Special Team of the Great Xia, the [Nightfall] team… sounds good,” Cao Yuan said thoughtfully.
“I admit, it’s a bit better than my ‘Overlord’ name,” Bai Li Pangpang shrugged. “Just a little…”
Lin Qiye turned to the others. “What do you think?”
“Whatever you say, Qiye, I agree,” Jialan said, her eyes shining.
“Nightfall as a forbidden ground for the gods…,” Shen Qingzhu nodded. “Very imposing, I have no objections.”
“I have no objections either,” An Qingyu nodded.
Jiang Er, floating nearby, couldn’t speak but nodded in agreement.
Seeing that everyone had no objections, Lin Qiye said, “In that case, our team name will be [Nightfall]. When we return to the Great Xia, I will formally submit the application.”
With a wave of his hand, clouds surged around them, lifting everyone up as they chased after the distant shattered city.
Lin Qiye’s gaze swept over the city, and suddenly, he froze in place.
“What’s wrong?” Cao Yuan noticed Lin Qiye’s unusual behavior and asked.
Lin Qiye was stunned for a long time, a hint of bitterness flashing in his eyes.
“So that’s how it is… I only just realized…”
“What did you discover?” Bai Li Pangpang asked in confusion.
“Don’t you find it strange?” Lin Qiye extended his hand, pointing at the shattered city flying in the mist, slowly speaking, “This city was severed from the Great Xia by the Wind God; it carries the raging winds, moving towards Egypt…
But the Wind God has long since left.
Why is this city still flying?
And… it continues to fly towards home.”
Everyone was taken aback, turning to look at the massive city flying in the mist. After a moment, disbelief appeared in their eyes.
In the hazy mist,
At the base of the enormous city that blotted out the sun,
A sword was supporting the entire city, flying slowly yet steadily.
—[Dragon Elephant Sword].
That was Zhou Ping’s sword.
In that moment, Lin Qiye finally understood where Zhou Ping’s original sword had gone.
He had thought the Dragon Elephant Sword had shattered during Zhou Ping’s battle against the gods, but he never expected that Zhou Ping’s sword had always been there.
This sword had been supporting the entire city since the first time he repelled the Wind God, despite being gravely injured.
Even when his consciousness had blurred, even when he faced three gods empty-handed, even when he transformed into the Dao and vanished without a trace, this sword… still showed no signs of wavering.
He, his sword, had been carrying the burden all along.
This was the third sword Zhou Ping had struck out from the very beginning.
The sword of “returning home.”
The seven stood at the base of the magnificent city, looking up at the sword that bore the city forward, the sadness they had suppressed in their hearts surged uncontrollably…
Their eyes reddened.
After a long while, Lin Qiye gazed at the sword that bore the city, deeply bowing, his voice trembling slightly.
“I humbly invite… my teacher to return home.”
…
Within the shattered city.
Amidst the mountains, a phantom black figure slowly stood up, beneath his feet lay a complex and eerie pattern.
Amon held a black scepter, gazing at the grand pattern below, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
“The curse of national fortune is about to be completed…”
“Those two useless ones, Xiu and Sait, ultimately failed… But that human is already dead, the god who commands the night has left, and now, no one can stop me.
Cursing the national fortune, I will seize this city again, and everything will return to the right track…”
He slowly raised the scepter in his hand, a chilling and evil divine power surged around him, a bone-chilling aura spreading at the edge of the city!
Boom—!!
The bottom of the scepter in his hand slammed heavily onto the pattern.
A pitch-black ripple swiftly spread out, sweeping over numerous peaks, as if a stone had been dropped into a pond, disturbing the entire dragon vein’s fortune.
There are multiple dragon veins in the Great Xia, but each one can influence the national fortune in the dark. Knowledge and power related to the national fortune have gradually faded over time, and there are not many who understand how to utilize the fortune to attack.
Amon is one of them.
His curse can influence the entire national fortune of the Great Xia through a single dragon vein, just like a drop of ink in a pot, quickly staining the entire Great Xia.
