A Sword from the Heavenly Book

That cry shot straight into the clouds, echoing between heaven and earth.

The dark clouds overhead gradually dispersed, and the world suddenly brightened, inspiring awe.

A vast power ignored the slowly falling snow, as though a divine radiance had descended from the vault of heaven and quietly settled upon Dongfang Nishang.

Her somewhat slender body instantly became sacred and lofty.

The old Daoist sensed that terrifying power gathering and took another step back.

His clouded gaze instantly cleared.

Like a Mountain standing amidst the snow.

In an instant, the snowflakes drifting down from the sky were swept by an icy wind toward the old Daoist, who stood like a mountain!

The wind and snow were blades and swords. With a light pat of Dongfang Nishang's palm, they transformed into spiritual swords that filled the sky and slashed toward the old Daoist!

At this moment, she had even used the divine art recorded in the Heavenly Book!

Yet the old Daoist's figure became illusory in that instant.

It was as though a layer of mist had covered one's eyes, making the scene before them impossible to see clearly.

It gave one the illusion of seeing flowers through fog—seemingly false, yet real.

At last, a trace of solemnity appeared on Dongfang Nishang's delicate face.

She had the confidence to win.

But she lacked experience in fighting to the death.

In truth, she was Kunlun's chosen prodigy. For all these years, she had lived in seclusion and rarely gone out; she had never even undergone trials between life and death.

Like a snow lotus blooming deep within Kunlun.

No one had seen her beauty, and she had never fought with the outside world, nor even with her fellow senior brothers.

Today, as she watched the snow filling the sky turn into swords, she suddenly smiled faintly.

She extended her hand, as though plucking a sprig of winter plum from the wind and snow.

The countless snowflakes were petals she had casually picked, scattering from the heavens down into the mortal world!

There was even a faint, cold fragrance amid the wind and snow.

They swept head-on toward the old Daoist, demanding an outcome of victory or defeat.

The old Daoist looked at her confident face.

He had originally intended to yield, but in that instant, he changed his mind. He could not retreat.

Thus, the snow filling the sky suddenly froze!

The icy wind howled. They were about to slash forward and fall upon the old Daoist's Daoist robe, teaching that old fellow a lesson.

Yet at the very instant they descended, a transparent barrier appeared before them. Like an indistinct curtain of watery mist, it blocked the snowflakes slashing in from all directions.

The snowflakes landed upon the barrier and were instantly melted by the watery mist, turning into vapor.

Even when Dongfang Nishang used the divine art from the Heavenly Book,

she could not break through the old Daoist's world.

Wang Xian was dumbstruck!

Dantai Xiaoxue was dumbstruck!

In their hearts, their master was the one and only beneath heaven and earth. Yet before their eyes, two such uniques had collided.

They became locked in an inseparable struggle.

Dongfang Nishang grew angry and shouted, "You think a mere formation can stop me?!"

With that, her palm changed again, transforming in an instant from a hand that plucked flowers into the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword!

The old Daoist shook his head. "You possess only its form, but not the killing intent required for certain victory. How, then, can you cleave open my world?"

As he spoke, he tucked both hands into his Daoist robe.

As though, in an instant, he had sheathed an invincible divine sword.

"Is that so? I would like to try!"

After Dongfang Nishang spoke, an ethereal, unfixed Sword Qi gathered at her fingertips.

Before this sword had even been unleashed, it had already shrouded this entire world.

The heavy snow, the trees, even the dark clouds in the sky trembled. At this moment, all things between heaven and earth were terrified by the sword that was about to fall.

The snowflakes descending from the sky spun before her.

Every snowflake was a sword.

The old Daoist raised his head. Seeing the once-clear sky darken in that instant, his expression tightened!

After considering it, he immediately took a step forward.

Instead of advancing, he retreated, turning himself into a sword—a divine sword that could leave its sheath at any moment!

But Dongfang Nishang would not wait any longer.

Her hand was a divine sword that needed no sheath!

Not to mention the hundreds and thousands of snowflakes dancing at her side.

"Master, retreat!"

Sensing that dense killing intent, Wang Xian instinctively cried out to the old Daoist!

"Junior Brother, shut your mouth!"

How could Dantai Xiaoxue allow her junior brother to ruin their master's great undertaking at such a critical moment?

The old Daoist waved his hand, signaling his disciple to be quiet.

"Buzz!"

A streak of Sword Qi shot into the sky, followed by the mournful howl of the wind. Tens of millions of snowflakes flew upward after it, winding themselves around that Sword Qi.

A divine sword radiating boundless light and swirling with snowflakes appeared before Wang Xian's eyes.

He bit his lip tightly at the sight, while Dantai Xiaoxue let out a cheer.

A gleam of golden light fell from the vault of heaven and merged with that Sword Qi. As a snowflake trembled,

the Sword Qi that had surged into the sky suddenly slashed downward, coming for the old Daoist who stood like a mountain!

In Dongfang Nishang's eyes, her senior brother's arm had been severed.

In Wang Xian's eyes, his master's leg was severed in an instant!

Dantai Xiaoxue cried out in alarm. Where had her martial uncle's head gone?

To the three of them, beneath that divine sword linking heaven and earth as it slashed downward, the old Daoist standing like a mountain had fallen.

Like a mountain collapsing, like a great peak crumbling.

Dongfang Nishang gave a shrill cry, and the myriad spiritual swords formed from snowflakes suddenly fell.

The divine sword formed from the Heavenly Book slashed her senior brother in half at the waist. At that moment, she seemed possessed!

All she could think of was how to win this contest.

She had waited ten years for this day. She could wait no longer!

She even ignored whether her senior brother, whom she had cut through the waist with a single sword, would die before her in the next moment.

She had to win!

"Ah..."

Seeing that his master's life was in danger, Wang Xian could no longer restrain himself. He screamed and prepared to dart forward, turning into a sword to slash at that detestable demoness before him!

"Junior Brother, are you mad?!"

Dantai Xiaoxue gripped his arm tightly and cried, "Junior Brother, wake up!"

Only she knew that if Wang Xian dared rush out while their master was in such a frenzy, he would be courting death!

"Alas!"

Wind and snow filled the sky; swords filled the sky!

A sigh swept up the wind and snow filling the heavens and blasted them toward a valley a thousand zhang away!

A faint radiance descended upon the great mountain, like a divine sword that could cleave heaven and earth.

In that instant, together with the wind and snow filling the sky, it divided into all things, transforming into countless snowflakes and vanishing between heaven and earth.

The snowflakes falling upon the mountains were merely snowflakes.

The myriad snowflakes vanished, and even that golden light linking heaven and earth turned into nothingness beneath the golden radiance descending from the sky.

It became a touch of warm winter sunlight, quietly illuminating this stretch of heaven and earth.

The mountain was still there, and so was the old Daoist.

Before Dongfang Nishang's stunned gaze, the old Daoist appeared before her.

Aside from a trace of blood at the corner of his lips, he bore no other wounds.

His lips moved slightly as the old Daoist spoke a sentence to his disciple, allowing him to understand some truths in that instant.

Dongfang Nishang's lips twitched. "How is that possible? You are human, not a god."

Dantai Xiaoxue cheered and darted out from before the main hall.

As she shouted, "Master won! Martial Uncle, don't fight anymore—Xiaoxue is scared!"

The old Daoist thought for a moment, then smiled. "That's right. Junior Sister won!"

In his eyes, his junior sister had spent ten years honing a sword, and she had finally unleashed from the Heavenly Book that sword capable of cleaving heaven and earth!

This sword that conquered oneself was more precious than anything else.

Were it him, he likely would not have tormented himself so fiercely over a volume of the Heavenly Book.

Hearing this, Wang Xian also transformed into a clear breeze and shot out with a "whoosh!" He grabbed his master's hand and led him toward the main hall.

As he shouted, "Master, if you die, what will I do?"