Amid sword qi that filled the sky, Daoist Taiyi raised a massive protective barrier, resisting the ceaseless rain of sword qi.
What he had not expected was to see Grass Wood Daoist.
"Was this sword qi your doing?" Daoist Taiyi demanded in shock and fury, staring fixedly at Grass Wood Daoist.
"No, no. You're already dead. This is only a wisp of your consciousness." Daoist Taiyi immediately shook his head, seeing through Grass Wood Daoist's true nature.
A wisp of consciousness.
Grass Wood Daoist had been ambushed and killed by Daoist Taiyi three thousand years ago. There was no way he could have come back to life.
But his Grasswood Sword Technique had been passed down.
It was a sword technique born from the labor of his entire life. Once cultivated to its pinnacle, it could sense that wisp of Grass Wood Daoist's consciousness drifting between heaven and earth.
Lin Jiufeng had used the Grasswood Sword Technique, cultivated to its peak, to summon that wisp of consciousness and manifest it within the Human World Sword, setting it against Daoist Taiyi in one final battle.
Grass Wood Daoist, shrouded in swirling sword qi, looked at Daoist Taiyi as though lifetimes had passed. Only after a long while did he say, "Long time no see."
Daoist Taiyi said coldly, "Grass Wood Daoist, was all this your doing?"
Grass Wood Daoist shook his head. "I don't know. Perhaps you offended someone. I only came to cut you down."
"Cut me down?" Daoist Taiyi sneered, looking at Grass Wood Daoist with disdain.
"Three thousand years ago, you were at the height of your power, and I yielded you three parts. Three thousand years later, you are nothing but a remnant soul, while I am rising ever higher. How can you possibly cut me down?"