Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1272 This sword is worthy of the world, but unworthy of people.

Cause and effect, history, intertwined with brilliance.

With his hands behind his back, Lü Yang's eyes blazed with the fire of his primordial spirit, his figure ethereal, as if he had also arrived in that real historical scene from hundreds of thousands of years ago.

He witnessed the struggles of the Great Sword Sect.

In that era when the world was silent and no one could pose a threat to him, he became embroiled in a struggle with himself and a battle of the Dao.

"Haven't you figured it out yet?"

The eerie Great Sword Sect member murmured, "I know what you're doing this for. It's for the sake of all living beings. For the sake of mortals, you'd rather slaughter other cultivators."

Do you think you're right?

"Those True Monarchs, those cultivators you killed, didn't they feel wronged? Or do you think only mortals are human, and they aren't?"

The worried Great Sword Sect leader shook his head:

“I never thought I was right, I was just determined to do it, after all, if the Ancestral Dragon were to be born, there would be even more mortals and cultivators dying.”

"so what?"

The eerie Great Sword Sect seemed to have found a weakness, and their voice suddenly amplified: "What right do you have to decide who should die and who shouldn't?"

"I did not decide who should die and who shouldn't die."

The worried Great Sword Sect member was surprisingly calm at this moment: "My decision is to kill them all, including myself, and before that I had also sought other methods."

"I asked Pan Huang, I asked Mending Tian and Dan Ding, I asked Di Cang, and I even asked Tian Gong. I have been asking for two hundred years since the first year of the Immortal Calendar, but the result is the same. There is no way. Everyone's answer is the same: wait for the Dao Lord to return, but no one knows when that will be."

"Nobody has any other options."

"Then I have no choice but to use my method. It's not the right decision, and ultimately it's just because I'm not capable enough."

"That's all I can do."

The eerie Great Sword Sect member fell silent, his brows furrowed. Conversely, the Great Sword Sect member who had been worried relaxed his brows.

But at this moment.

"madness!"

The Great Sword Sect, with its extreme indifference, spoke up: "Suicide? Do you think the problem only lies with Ancestral Dragon? Don't forget, none of those Dao Lords can be trusted."

"What good is it if you stop the First Emperor?"

"If the First Saint, Sword Lord, and Cang Hao were to defeat Lord Si Chong, the fate of mortals might not be any better than the birth of the Ancestral Dragon. Are you just going to ignore them?"

The worried Great Sword Sect member looked over upon hearing the voice: "...How should we manage this?"

"It's simple: stay alive."

“You are right about one thing: the Ancestral Dragon has already established contact with us. As long as we are alive, it will always have a chance to escape.”

The Great Sword Sect, with extreme indifference, said in a deep voice: "This is a bad thing, but it is also a good thing. We can use this as a weapon to threaten the Dao Lord. If the First Saint and the others really want to besiege Lord Si Chong, we will declare that we will release the Ancestral Dragon, making them hesitate to act. This is the right thing to do."

".sophistry."

The worried Great Sword Sect Master shook his head: "If that's the case, why should I kill Pan Huang and the others? Keeping them alive will make it easier to release the Ancestral Dragon."

Why didn't you speak up then?

At this moment, the worried Great Sword Sect seemed to be becoming more and more clear-headed, like a precious sword whose rust was being polished away, gradually revealing its sharpness:
"You are afraid."

"You're afraid of dying."

“Once we die, we lose everything. After all, with our cultivation level, reincarnation is useless. If we want to cut off the Ancestral Dragon’s hope of escaping, we must die cleanly.”

The extremely indifferent Great Sword Sect Master shook his head: "Aren't you afraid?"

"Of course I'm afraid."

The Great Sword Sect Master laughed and said, "But there are some things that we have to do even if we are afraid. I am not capable enough to do this much, so I should do my best."

Just then, the eerie Great Sword Sect spoke again. This time, it even detached itself from the Great Sword Sect's appearance. An immense will seemed to descend across the void, causing fine dragon scales to grow on its face, almost transforming it into a humanoid dragon.

"It's no use," it murmured, like a serpent licking its prey. "Do you know what your final fate will be? Do I need to reveal it to you?"

"What you have done is utterly worthless."

"Do you know what the First Saint and his people are planning to do? They want to create a new history to replace the current one, and then use the false history to suppress the evil spirits."

"History is the plaything of the Daoist master."

"In the end, you saved nothing. You wanted to save mortals? Do you know what these mortals would become if the Dao Lord were to reside in this world?"

"Just consumables."

At this point, the demonic dragon revealed a ferocious smile: "I am all too familiar with this, after all, that's how I viewed you all back then."

"Generation after generation, materials that can be harvested to one's heart's content."

"Back then, Si Chong led the Dao Lords to defeat me. Now, the First Saint has led others to defeat Si Chong. What about the future? Will there be new talents?"

"No more."

“The First Saint is not me, nor is he the one who controls the spirits. He cultivates the ‘Destiny’ and controls the Sea of ​​Light. There will never be another Dao Lord who will defeat him and change the Sea of ​​Light.”

"So if they succeed, your existence will inevitably become a bubble of cause and effect, turned into something false, arbitrarily altered, or even completely buried by them. You think you are great and noble? It's useless. No one will know, no one will remember, not even yourself."

".wrong."

Facing the demonic dragon, the Great Sword Sect Master raised his head after a long silence. His eyes were incredibly bright, and many emotions had subsided, replaced by a sense of triumph.

He looked at the immortal sage at that time.

The sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, the vast sea of ​​light, and trillions of mortals—all of this was reflected in his eyes, revealing deep longing and resolute determination.

“This is meaningful.”

"Even if the cause and effect change in the future and history is reduced to nothing, at least at this moment, what I have done is absolutely meaningful to them."

"And I remember that meaning now."

This is enough.

As soon as he finished speaking, all the figures disappeared, leaving only the Great Sword Sect member in the original spot. At this moment, the three split spirits were melted together by the same thought.

The next second, he held a sword to his neck.

On the pristine sword blade, a line of gleaming seal script reads: "To sacrifice oneself for righteousness is to value righteousness above all else; therefore, it is said: nothing is more precious than righteousness."

Then, bloodshed filled the sky.

In January of the 264th year of the Immortal Calendar, the Great Sword Sect committed suicide in Jiangnan.

For three whole months, an indescribable rage lingered over his corpse; it could not understand it, it could not accept it, and thus it raged.
"Bastard!"

"Utterly foolish! Utterly ignorant! History will be altered; no one will ever see this happen, and that vile woman would never let you live."

The scene stopped abruptly.

A pale hand traversed time, parted cause and effect, and with an unwavering voice, fell into the ears of the ancestral dragon, bringing its rage to an abrupt halt.

他 说:

"I saw it, and I remembered it."

The young man in black robes stood before the corpses of the Great Sword Sect, seemingly having stood there from the very beginning, the radiance of his primordial spirit illuminating the history of cause and effect at this moment.

The First Emperor's face froze in that instant.

"As for its significance, I will bring it back from history."

At this moment, the resounding Daoist voice belonging to Lü Yang rang out from this scene, flowing downstream and returning to the sea of ​​light with the corresponding cause and effect.

You should all know that this sword is worthy of those in the world who have wronged them.

(End of this chapter)