I Am the Sword God (continued)
Although this kind of purely external injury is not fatal, it is still very painful, just like when someone's finger is caught in a door. Even without bleeding, it can still cause a person to bend over and gasp for breath.
Si Ming shook his head, controlled his muscles to heal the wounds, and then used his body's regenerative abilities to accelerate cell division. Half a minute later, all injuries, including those to his heart, were healed.
Such wounds, caused by a pure blade with no residual Sword Qi, are minor injuries that are easy to heal even for martial arts masters. Even an ordinary Spirit Transformation artist could recover after a few days of rest.
However, Si Ming was extremely weak. After all, he had consumed so much Spirit Essence, and even his soul was in a weakened state. Fortunately, the enemies had been eliminated, and he had also taken in the memories of the evil thoughts.
With a flick of his wrist, the Dragon Scale Sword appeared in his palm. A crack appeared in the blade, from which a similar Evil Qi surged forth.
"As expected, it was the Holy Maiden's doing. Non-Self hadn't interfered, the one who would have fallen victim would have been Martial Uncle Xiao. Although Senior Uncle Xiao's cultivation is extraordinary, he doesn't understand Technique Method and doesn't have the Tathagata's Indestructible Body the Tathagata to isolate Evil Qi. He would most likely have become possessed by demons... Hmph!"
After a moment's thought, Si Ming sneered. He unleashed a powerful force in his palm. Although the Dragon Scale Sword was a divine weapon, it could not withstand the force without the protection of Yuan Power. The small cracks on the blade rapidly expanded until they covered the entire sword. With a clang, it shattered completely, leaving only the hilt.
He raised his hand to throw it away, but then thought it might serve as evidence, so he put it back. He then stepped forward and drew the Wheel-Turning King Sword, the Thousand Buddhas of the Bhadrakalpa Formation disappeared, and Tathagata Indestructible Body, degenerated into the Bodhi Golden Body.
This time, however, Si Ming was not seriously injured and unconscious like before. He just took a few more breaths. He looked up at the sky, and the dazzling sunlight shone on him, dispelling the chill in his heart. Although it was too intense, he felt a joy of seeing the light after the storm and wished the sunlight would shine even brighter.
"When the five-colored clouds part, one can see the three realms, where all beings are infatuated. They vie for fame and fortune, indulging in lust and wealth. Amidst the fireworks, they play games and fall in love with beautiful women."
A hundred years of fleeting life are like a dream; greed and ambition only keep us busy. Like moths drawn to flames, we rush about like deer. Our emotions are bound by desire and compassion; who understands the calamities that await us?
Si Ming let out a long laugh, then drew the Sacred Sword again and sealed it.
"Next, it's time to go back to the Sea Continent and wipe out all the termites."
(End of this volume)
Heroes Without Names in Parallel Worlds
(This world branch is activated when Si Ming chooses "Monkey" instead of "Dragon" when joining Heaven's Will Palace.)
The People's Republic of Xuan Soil, once a thriving and prosperous small country, has now become a ghost town. As far as the eye can see, there is only blood-red covering the mountains and fields. Birds cry out in despair in the Mengmeng sky. A few vultures land and peck at the rotting flesh on the corpses. In their joy, they call more of their companions to enjoy the rare feast.
On a distant cliff, a man sat on the edge of a jutting precipice, his left leg bent and his right leg hanging over the edge. His left hand pressed against his left knee, and his right hand held a wine jar. Beside him lay the head of a beautiful woman. He gazed at the ruins littered with corpses as he drank, his face showing no sorrow or grief, but rather a smug satisfaction as if he were admiring a work of art he had created.
Suddenly, he looked up and sighed, "It's finally come." He casually tossed the woman's head away.
A spear One Sword suddenly fell to the ground, flanking the man from the left and right. The two weapons resonated together, their Sword Qi and spear energies spreading outwards and forming a powerful array.
As the formation was about to be completed, the man's figure suddenly transformed. Amidst the blinding white light, he turned into a ball of lightning and shot into the sky. This was none other than the fourth stage of the "Supreme Plain Decay True Scripture" – the "Electric Light Ion State". In this state, one can ignore most attacks and move freely.
"The Divine Firmament Cleaves and Purifies the Azure Sky!"
Thick bolts of Yin lightning, as thick as buckets, shot up from the ground, while equally powerful Yang lightning descended from the sky, forming a cage that bound the universe, enveloping the ball of lightning that the man had transformed into. The Yin and Yang lightning converged in mid-air, surging and violently generating thunderous roars that spanned the heavens and the earth, making it seem as if the world was about to be destroyed.
Ions cannot escape electrons, and the ball of electric light was knocked down by the Thunder Method, falling back to the mountaintop, revealing the man's true form. His body was covered with flashes of electric arcs, and he looked pained. Because of this delay, the formation was immediately completed, and the Spiritual Qi closed.
The chilling aura that seemed to freeze everything surged from the guns and swords. The pure white hexagonal blades, like fairies fallen to earth or shimmering butterflies fluttering in the air, quickly enveloped the entire mountain peak with overwhelming force, instantly transforming the lush cliff top into a snow-capped peak.
Three figures descended from the sky into the formation, surrounding the man in a triangle; they were Yan Jinghong, Ling Huanxi, and Si Ming.
Yan Jinghong his Sword Intent, and the Moon God's Tear on the ground fell into his palm. He hesitated before speaking, "Brother..."
"Disturbing others' enjoyment of the scenery, even drawing your sword with murderous intent—is this how you treat your brother?"
Xiao Xuan channeled the remaining lightning energy in his body into his palm, then flicked his hand out, saying unhappily.
"It is precisely because I still regard you as my elder brother that I do not want to see you sink deeper into this mess. Turn back," Yan Jinghong said.
"Turn back? Do I think I can still turn back?" Xiao Xuan turned to the side, raising his hand to point at the distant ruins littered with corpses. "Do you think I can still be forgiven?"
Yan Jinghong paused for a moment, then said gravely, "This was something you did when you were possessed by demons and lost control; it wasn't your intention. As long as you're willing to repent, I'm willing to share the responsibility with you."
"Hahaha..."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Xuan threw his head back and laughed. After a while, he composed himself and said, "Third brother, how can you still be so naive? Second sister's death didn't wake you up; instead, it led you down a Road of No Return, destined to lead nowhere. You're chasing after a false image of a hero, overcoming obstacles and working tirelessly... Actually, I've wanted to tell you this for a long time: your naivety infuriates me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he threw a punch, as violent as a raging torrent, swirling snowflakes across the sky, like a hundred beasts stampeding, its power shaking the heavens.
Si Ming stepped forward, blocking Yan Jinghong's path and taking the punch, saying, "Uncle-Master, why get angry? Calm down. We're all on the same side. Wouldn't it be better to sit down, have some tea, and chat?"
"My dear junior nephew, I quite admire your family. You're unconventional and adaptable, unlike your master who's so rigid and inflexible. You have ideals, but you don't let them become a burden. Why don't you come to my side? How about we join forces to change the world?"
"Master's suggestion is indeed very tempting, but in the early stages, it's only because you can return to your former self. Right now, you're too volatile. With such a temper, I'm really afraid that one day I might say something that upsets you and then be attacked by you—no one wants to follow a leader who is unpredictable and capricious."
With the three divine powers unleashed, Si Ming knocked Xiao Xuan back with a single palm strike, Ling Huanxi seized the opportunity to advance with her spear, instantly conjuring hundreds of figures, each wielding a chilling aura to attack.
"Little sister, are you also going to stand against your elder brother? Ten years of companionship, and still nothing has swayed your mind?"
Xiao Xuan clasped his hands together, his palms radiating intense white light and an invisible, terrifying pressure. Ling Huanxi's countless phantoms were bound by an invisible force that seemed to exist yet not exist, to be illusory yet not illusory, to be elusive yet to fill the heavens and earth, causing them to slow down more and more, and even to freeze.
"Our original aspiration remains unchanged."
With a resounding utterance, all the phantoms coalesced into one, and the accumulated Primal Qi erupted. Ling Huanxi thrust her spear like an ice dragon roaring, causing the wind and snow to howl and swirl.
"Ha, you, the most low-key one, are actually the strongest among us. Such perseverance is truly admirable."
With a push of his palms forward, Xiao Xuan unleashed a burst of white light from his palms, which transformed into a shockwave that crushed the ice dragon and sent Ling Huanxi flying. He tried again to escape in his Electric Light Ion State, but the freezing air within the formation, resembling an extreme polar current, sealed him in place, and white frost appeared on his body, making it difficult for him to disperse.
"Ominous Star Hangs High, Divine Blade Emerges!"
Yan Jinghong decisively pushed his Cultivation Body to its full potential, unleashing a majestic Sword Qi that was as sharp as the falling sun and the shattering of stars. It pierced straight out with the force of killing gods and Buddhas alike.
"With a sword drawn, stars race across ten thousand miles, slaying all!"
Si Ming drew the Wheel-Turning King Sword, now devoid of Buddhist Power, and launched a pincer attack from the other side in coordination with his master. The magnificent sword aura was interspersed with countless fragmented Sword Qi.
"Uranium Crystal Shatters the Prison!"