Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 138: Sword Heart Clear
His cultivation speed slowed down again and again, and he could even clearly feel a sharp intent slowly gathering in each of his eyes.

If you're not careful, losing your sight in both eyes is the least of your worries.

After an unknown amount of time, the two sword energies finally stabilized.

"Right now."

Without further hesitation, Song Yan opened his eyes and gently swept his sword finger across his face.

The sword energy, which was about to rampage, suddenly became viscous like honey, slowly spreading along the eyes and eye sockets.

The intense stinging sensation immediately turned into a tingling numbness.

It was as if ten thousand lights had suddenly lit up before my eyes.

He quickly closed his eyes and quietly waited for all the strange sensations to subside.

This process lasted for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Song Yan opened her eyes.

His eyes seemed to gleam with a sharp, sword-like light.

"It's done!"

Overjoyed, he slowly activated his sword energy.

"Observe the emptiness!"

Song Yan felt a chill, which had been slowly seeping and spreading from his brow bone, without him knowing when it had started.

Before long, it passed the temple and arrived at the pupil.

A slight stinging sensation returned, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

However, the discomfort quickly disappeared.

In the darkness, Song Yan lowered his gaze and slowly tried to open his eyes.

"..."

These are a pair of golden eyes, with a golden lotus-shaped pattern suspended within them.

His eyes were sharp and piercing.

A gaze devoid of emotion can send chills down your spine in the darkness.

"Observe the emptiness!"

The moment the Observing Sword Eyes activated, the sword energy began to slowly dissipate.

He slowly lowered his head, and a flame ignited in his palm.

Within sight, finely intertwined crimson spiritual energy flowed, forming this ball of flame.

He glanced sideways at the spirit stone placed in the center of the spirit-gathering array pattern in the room.

A misty, spiritual energy flows gently within it.

Unmoored Boat flew out of the sword box and hovered in front of him, with sword energy flowing and dancing on it.

Those sword energies that used to require divine sense to capture and control are now as clearly visible as ink marks drawn in the air.

How amazing...

He looked around here and there, walking back and forth in the room.

At this moment, Song Yan was not much more mature than Xiao He, who had just received a new toy.

"Yanyan... what are you doing?"

Xiao He poked her little snake head out from the pile of messy blankets on the bed, looking at him with great curiosity.

Song Yan turned around and looked at Xiao He: "Looking at you."

In Guanxu's field of vision, Xiaohe's demonic aura was extremely well concealed, with almost no trace of it showing.

Strangely, she didn't use any method to conceal her aura.

"Look at me? Am I pretty?"

Snake Baby grinned and wiggled around in the small blanket.

Song Yan chuckled, the sword energy dissipated, and his eyes returned to their original state.

"Of course it looks good, Xiao He is the cutest."

He gently tapped the little snake's head: "In two more days, we'll be able to go back."

"Okay~"

Xiao He had long wanted to leave this place. She had only stayed in her new home in Dongyuan Sect for a couple of days before ending up in this place that she hated so much. She usually didn't want to come out.

Xiaohe loves flowers, trees, green hills, and clear waters.

Changping is clearly contrary to this kind of terrain.

Hearing that she could go back soon, she happily scurried around in the blankets, occasionally letting out giggles.

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Two days later, everything in Changping was settled.

Master Sanjue, along with a group of monks from Huadu Temple, performed a ritual to liberate the souls of the deceased in Shiguping. The profound Buddhist teachings purified their resentment.

A blank stele was erected on the ruins of Shiguping.

The belongings of the many cultivators who died in the Avici Hell were also collected.

The governor of Changping reported to the Chu capital, and Shiguping was temporarily designated as a forbidden area.

Affected by the situation, Chengjia Village and Caoyuan Township, which are located nearby, are also relocating to other places in an orderly manner.

The cultivators from the six sects have basically completed the redemption of their rewards.

The cultivators, each following their own elders, prepared to return to their respective sects.

In Yangwu Academy, one can meet cultivators from different sects, exchange pleasantries and bid farewell.

A young disciple of the Sheyang Sect patted Li Qingfeng on the shoulder: "Fatty Li! Next time we meet, you'll have to be an inner disciple."

"Isn't that nonsense?"

Li Qingfeng nudged Song Yan, who was standing to the side, with his elbow and casually asked, "Does anyone up above know about this?"

The story of Song Yan's actions in the Avici Hell has long been distorted beyond recognition.

Rumors have now spread that "this person may be the reincarnation of a demonic infant from the Northern Region," making him infamous far and wide.

However, these "legitimate" things reached the ears of Song Yan's acquaintances...

If you say it out loud, the meaning changes a bit.

They casually spout phrases like "Northern Demon Infant," "Taoist Demon Lord," and "Ultimate Evil Demon."

The rumors from others will not cause Song Yan any harm.

But his friend's teasing caused him immense pain.

The surrounding cultivators burst into laughter. Only a few people who knew him well knew how absurd those rumors were.

In a harsh place like Changping, spending so much time together, it is indeed easy to build a deep friendship.

"Oh right, Brother Tao, there's a girl named Sheng Yun in your sect's Pear Blossom Courtyard. She's my sister."

Song Yan took out a Qiankun bag and handed it to the cultivator surnamed Tao: "Please pass this on to her for me."

This was entrusted to him by Gou Sheng, and he also added some spirit stones and pills to it.

"Alright. Don't worry, I'll make sure nothing's missed."

The cultivators from Dongyuan Sect and Sheyang Sect were the last two groups to leave this place.

"Elder Xu, thank you for your care these past few days."

Xu Ziqing and Cong Yuzhen represent the younger generation of the two Foundation Establishment realms respectively. They have been working together for most of the time.

"We're all acquaintances, so there's no need for such formalities."

"If we meet again at Longtan Mountain in the future, I hope you will be lenient with me."

After saying this, Xu Ziqing laughed heartily, and without lingering any longer, he led the Dongyuan Sect disciples away.

His flying artifact was a giant disc formed from a cloud.

Song Yan gazed at Changping receding into the distance below, feeling a surge of emotions.

The trip to Changping was like a dream.

When I first came here, I knew there would be some danger, but I never expected to be caught up in such a calamity.

Since obtaining the Yin-Yang Pearl, it seems that everything has made every decision I've made fraught with danger.

Looking back now, even in my memories, stepping into the garbage dump of Huogong Village and searching for array beads seems rather dull and mundane.

Looking back now, all that remains is the bitterness of struggling to survive for a few spirit stones.

At the time, I thought it was just another ordinary day in my life.

Now, his Dao heart is complete, and his sword intent is fully formed.

He slightly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of the world.

Once the natal flying sword is formed, it marks the first realm of swordsmanship.

The human heart is most intelligent, and the sword heart is most enlightened.

The various tribulations and hardships on the path to immortality did not make him feel depressed or desperate.

Instead, a sense of excitement arose within me.

If a person only does what he or she is capable of, he or she will never make progress.

Cultivating step by step and accumulating spiritual power is simply called growth.

Only by constantly striving to do things that are beyond one's capabilities can one make courageous and persistent progress, forging ahead without hesitation.

Only then can one be called a sword cultivator.

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