Ming Dynasty: pacifying the rebellion and defending the border, dominating the world

Chapter 215 Uninvited Guest, Heavenly Secrets Unfathomable
Meditate in the Zen monastery.

At the edge of that terrifying sword-marked ravine, a figure emerged from the void without warning, like a graceful immortal. After surveying the surroundings, the figure exclaimed, "This is... a celestial being from the terrestrial realm has made a move?"

A single sword strike can traverse a thousand feet, splitting mountains and shattering peaks.

Ordinary terrestrial immortals could do that, but they certainly couldn't leave any sword intent behind, let alone blast a bottomless abyss into the ground. Even if he did it himself, he couldn't do it.

"Little Mo Yi, you really came too."

Another figure with a full head of silver hair and an extraordinary aura appeared.

He looked at the commotion caused by Zhao Min's Heavenly Sword and shook his head:

"Unfortunately, it seems we're too late?"

"We're too late." Mo Yi flicked his sleeve and appeared beside the surviving experts of the Sui Dynasty nearby. He pointed directly at Fan Qinghui and asked, "Tell me, what happened here?"

"Also, where did the Heavenly Sword go?"

"master!"

Shi Feixuan was shocked and almost instinctively wanted to make a move, but Mo Yi only glanced at her and it was like a mountain suddenly pressing down. The terrifying will made it impossible for Shi Feixuan to even draw her Color Void Sword.

Fan Qinghui also began to reply involuntarily: "Previously, heroes from all over the world gathered here. The Ming Dynasty sent celestial beings to forcibly retrieve the Heavenly Sword. It seems that the Mongol princess, seeing no hope of escape, activated the power of the Heavenly Sword or the He Shi Bi, and killed everyone who surrounded her, regardless of whether they were friend or foe."

"As for the Heavenly Sword, I know nothing about it either."

"Perhaps it will fall into the dust and be buried in the soil, or be buried with that sword, or perhaps... that Mongol princess has already fled with the Heavenly Sword."

"After I survived by chance, I did not notice the existence of the Heavenly Sword, nor did I see that Mongol princess."

Mo Yi couldn't say whether she was satisfied with Fan Qinghui's answer or not.

His gaze swept across the surrounding dozens of miles, his wandering thoughts seeping into the huge pit that originally belonged to the Jingnian Zen Temple. Despite being impacted by the lingering sword intent around him, he still wanted to find traces of the Heavenly Sword and the He Shi Bi.

Unfortunately, he searched almost every inch of the land with his divine sense several times.

There was still no trace of the legendary 'Heavenly Sword'.

Li Changsheng appeared beside Mo Yi like a ghost and sighed softly, "Don't bother looking anymore. I've already searched, but there's no trace of the legendary Heavenly Sword or the He Shi Bi."

“Then sir…” Mo Yi looked at Li Changsheng, seemingly seeking an answer.

Li Changsheng pondered for a moment and guessed, "If the rumors are true, then the Heavenly Sword and the person who wields it must not have perished here, but have already escaped by shedding their skin."

"Why?"

"Although a forceful move may cause self-harm, the Heavenly Sword is said to have the power to decide life and death." Li Changsheng said, pointing to the sky and shaking his head, "That is a divine power that even celestial beings dream of. Since Princess Mengyuan possesses such an ability, how could she die so easily? Even if she died, wouldn't she... be resurrected?"

"Unless the rumors are false!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yi almost instinctively looked at Fan Qinghui, whom he was controlling.

The latter immediately replied in a deep voice: "It is true. Before the arrival of the celestial beings sent by the Ming Dynasty, the Mongol princess had brought people back to life several times in front of all the heroes of the world. Even if they were blown into a bloody mist, they could still be resurrected."

Shi Feixuan, Zhu Yuyan and Wanwan who were watching the show from afar, Yue Shan who was only left with one arm after being hit by the sword light, and other experts from both factions of the Sui Dynasty's Political Consultative Conference almost simultaneously and uncontrollably echoed the sentiment.

This scene is horrifying.

Although none of the surviving people are terrestrial deities.

However, there were also nearly a plurality of grandmasters of celestial phenomena.

However, they were completely unable to control their own destiny and began to share their observations about the Heavenly Sword.

Mo Yi looked at the group of mortals influenced by the will of the celestial beings, his expression gradually becoming solemn, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "It seems that the rumors are true, and the Heavenly Sword has probably been taken away by that Mongol princess as well."

One person might lie, and several people might lie. But for a group of dozens or hundreds of people to speak in unison before a celestial being on land is absolutely a pipe dream.

Even though Li Changsheng was knowledgeable and experienced, and was like a banished immortal, he was still a man of great wisdom and experience.

At this moment, he was also deeply shocked by the numerous stories told by the heroes of the Sui Dynasty about how they controlled life and death and could bring the dead back to life at will.

The most important events in life are life and death.

Everything that has come and gone in the ancient world tells us that life and death are never in our own hands.

As a result, Fan Qinghui, Zhu Yuyan, Wanwan and everyone else witnessed the magic of the Heavenly Sword and saw Zhao Min perform miracles more than ten times, bringing the dead back to life.

How could Li Changsheng remain calm under such circumstances?
After getting the answer he wanted, Mo Yi pondered for a moment and bowed to Li Changsheng beside him, saying, "Sir, it is said that your divination skills are no less than those of Lü Suzhen of Qingcheng Mountain. Could you please help me deduce a few things?"

"can!"

Li Changsheng nodded in agreement without hesitation.

He was now incredibly curious about the Heavenly Sword, which had caused a sensation throughout the land and was renowned overseas.

They were even more eager to know if the Heavenly Sword could truly be brought back to life.

Then, Li Changsheng stretched out his fingers and began to calculate. His divination method was learned from the book of immortals. Although it was not as perfect as his Great Chun Gong, it could still predict the changes in the heavens.

This time, however, the celestial feedback that Li Changsheng received only had one result.

"none!"

"How could it be nothing?" Li Changsheng frowned deeply, his face full of confusion. Since he learned the divination method from the Immortal's Book, although there were times when his predictions were inaccurate, there had never been any talk of nothingness.

"Sir, what happened?" Mo Yi asked curiously.

"I divined the secrets of heaven, seeking the secrets and whereabouts of the Heavenly Sword, but the evolution of the heavenly secrets tells me that there is nothing!" Li Changsheng looked up at the sky, his gaze piercing through heaven and earth, as if trying to find an answer from the arrangement and evolution of the stars beyond the sky.

"What does it mean?"

Mo Yi frowned in confusion. Although he had also entered the terrestrial Celestial Realm and was called an immortal by the people of Beili and the overseas countries of Liyang, he was not an omnipotent immortal. Although he had some knowledge of divination, he could not understand Li Changsheng's meaning.

"That means..."

Li Changsheng gave Mo Yi a deep look, his gaze sweeping over the sword marks and ravines before him, as well as the trembling mortals of the Great Sui Dynasty, before uttering a conjecture that sent a jolt through Mo Yi: "Or perhaps, the Heavenly Sword is fake."

"Fake?" Mo Yi frowned deeply.

"Hmm." Li Changsheng nodded, his expression solemn, but he quickly shook his head and chuckled: "If the Heavenly Sword did not exist, I would receive no feedback from my divination of the heavenly secrets."

"But obviously, the Heavenly Sword cannot be fake."

Li Changsheng has reached the peak of the terrestrial celestial realm, making him a hundred times stronger than Mo Yi. Fan Qinghui, Zhu Yuyan, and the others couldn't even resist Mo Yi's celestial will, so how could they possibly hide it from him?

Besides, the fissure in front of us, which is hundreds of feet deep and stretches for dozens of miles, is not fake.

The person who made the move was definitely no less powerful than Li Changsheng when he returned to the peak of the Celestial Realm. If the Heavenly Sword was fake, where did the deep ravines and pits in front of them come from?

Mo Yi clearly didn't believe that the Heavenly Sword was fake, or that such an absurd thing could exist.

"That?"

Li Changsheng knew what Mo Yi wanted to ask, and replied in a deep voice: "Another possibility is that the secret of the Heavenly Sword is very deep. It is very likely that it was not forged in the mortal world, but was brought down from the heavens by the First Emperor Ying Zheng. It is not a thing of the mortal world. Even if I can divine the secrets of heaven, I cannot fathom things that do not belong to the human world."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yi felt it made perfect sense.

The Heavenly Secrets' feedback was nothingness; perhaps it wasn't that the Heavenly Sword didn't exist, but rather that it was something beyond the mortal realm.

(End of this chapter)