Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 39 Eight Desolations Returning to Origin Sword Scroll
"Where did you put it?"

The clay figurines weren't put in the Qiankun bag; these little trinkets were all given to Xiao He.

He specially set aside a small space in the cave as a place for Xiao He to hoard toys.

There's nothing we can do; Xiao He is a demon, and her cultivation isn't deep enough to open the Qiankun Bag yet.

It should be there.

Back in his cave, Song Yan walked to a corner.

"Song Yan!!! What are you doing?"

Xiao He was very unhappy with Song Yan's behavior of rummaging through her toys.

"Where's the clay figurine I gave you the other day?"

"Here it is."

"You want to take it back?"

Xiao He was furious. She pressed her forehead against Song Yan's head, her snake-like eyes glaring menacingly.

"Uh... no, there seems to be something in here... I'll take it out."

"Well."

Song Yan took back the clay figurine and subconsciously scanned it with his divine sense.

"what?"

He discovered that his divine sense could not penetrate the clay figure.

"Strange thing..."

He fiddled with it for a long time before he finally discerned a clue from a few small objects behind the clay figure.

"The hairpin on the clay figurine can actually be removed."

Such exquisite craftsmanship.

The sword slung diagonally behind his back and the gourd of wine at his waist could both be removed.

Song Yan gently opened and closed the lid, revealing the clay figurine through a hidden pattern on its back.

Sure enough, there was a small section of a page hidden inside. Song Yan took it out and found that the material of the page was extremely special.

It looks like a thin layer, but when carefully unfolded, its size is actually no different from that of an ordinary calligraphy copybook!
Xiao He had already transformed into human form and was angrily reassembling the clay puppet.

These small items that can be disassembled and reassembled are among the most unique in her "collection"!

Xiao He grew angrier and angrier, so she grabbed Song Yan's leg and bit it, then angrily ran away.

Song Yan ignored Xiao He's antics and carefully examined the calligraphy book.

"Another ancient character..."

The calligraphy on the post is vigorous and powerful, with the entire piece flowing and dynamic, giving a sense of unrestrained momentum at a glance.

At the beginning of the writing, there are six characters.

The Eight Desolations Return to Origin Sword Scroll.

At the end of the scroll is a half-seal mark, which is now illegible due to its age.

Song Yan unfolded it on the stone table and read it carefully.

"Hmm? This doesn't seem to be a calligraphy copybook either..."

On the back of the sword invitation is a short invitation in a unique font.

Upon careful reading, the main content recorded in this sword scroll is this:

The ancestor of the Xie family, a swordsman, was named Xie Tianji. He had extremely high talent in martial arts and had already reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship at the young age of nineteen.

After the age of twenty, he rose to fame and became invincible in the martial arts world of Chu.

Even the martial arts world of the Central Region already knows his name.

On the occasion of a martial arts tournament held in the Central Region, an invitation was sent to him, inviting him to participate.

Xie Tianji traveled from the Chu Kingdom to the Central Region, and once again, with his invincible demeanor, he seized the title of "Number One Under Heaven," which symbolized the highest honor among martial artists in the mortal world.

However, he did not return directly to the State of Chu, but instead began a long journey.

"The so-called number one in the world is nothing but a fleeting fame that entangles you."

"Throughout the four seas and eight wastelands, heroes and recluses abound like stars in the sky..."

He once sparred with ascetic monks in the vast snow-covered mountains...

He once fought to the death with otherworldly beings in a distant ocean...

He also once discussed swordsmanship with an old man in a straw raincoat over wine in the misty forest.

Throughout their journey, whether it was sparring or life-or-death battles, they never suffered a defeat.

Until he met a young man.

That was a young man who looked even younger than he had been before he began traveling the world.

He finally lost.

That was an "immortal".

He sat down and discussed the Dao with the immortal, who said, "At the end of the immortal path, the sword's edge rusts."

There are no true sword cultivators left in the world.

The immortal admired his comprehension but lamented his lack of talent.

He stated frankly: "If you are willing to kneel and worship, you can become a disciple, cultivate immortality, and seek longevity."

Can one cultivate swordsmanship?

The way of the sword has been lost; there is nowhere to learn it.

Xie Tianji politely declined the immortal's guidance. In his later years, he returned to the State of Chu and discovered that the sword-worshiping letter from years ago, which had weathered more than thirty years with him, was completely undamaged.

He then recorded his past travels throughout the four seas and eight wastelands in extremely concise and refined language on the back of the book.

He did not mention his activities outside of Chu to the Xie family.

He left only admonitions, instructing his descendants to never forget the way of the sword.

If one has the potential to seek immortality and enlightenment, one must also cultivate the sword.

"..."

Song Yan let out a long breath.

Rejecting a destiny with immortals?!
Those few words had an unparalleled impact on him.

Who in the world can escape death?

No matter how outstanding your talent or how powerful you are, in the end you will only turn into a handful of dust.

Only on the path to immortality can one find a glimmer of hope for eternal life.

In the mortal martial arts world, for the sake of the elusive "path to immortality" and "opportunity," mountains of corpses and seas of blood are frequently shed, and bloodshed and carnage are commonplace.

But this very opportunity was right in front of him, and this person... actually refused?

"..."

With a thought, he summoned the Yin-Yang Pearl. At this moment, its appearance seemed somewhat different, and it was faintly glowing with white light.

"A letter written by an ordinary person... why would the Yin-Yang Pearl fluctuate?"

"..."

Song Yan couldn't understand it.

Inexplicable……

He abandoned the idea of ​​continuing to cultivate his spiritual power and silently took out some writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones that he had previously purchased from the Cultivation Academy from his Qiankun bag.

He began to copy it, stroke by stroke.

"..."

From the perspective of Xie Tianji's descendants, Xie Tianji was somewhat stubborn.

However, it is probably this stubborn belief that allowed him to spar with immortals and discuss the Dao with them, despite his mortal martial arts skills.

In the grand scheme of things, a mortal's life is extremely insignificant.

Most people never see even the tip of the iceberg of this world in their entire lives.

Xie Tianji devoted his entire life to finally uncovering a corner of the world.

But the world that followed was not as wonderful as he had imagined.

At the end of the immortal path, the sword's edge is rusted.

How boring.

and so……

What were his feelings when he wrote down the most exciting part of his life?
"..."

Not satisfied.

Song Yan only saw these two words on the sword scroll.

How could Kendo be declining?

Where does the path to immortality end?

What he wanted to see was a world where a hundred schools of thought contended, where the way of the sword was ever-changing, and where one could truly be unrestrained and seek the great path in one's heart.

Song Yan wrote countless pages, word by word, stroke by stroke.

He was as if possessed.

The ink on the brush had long since dried, and the Xuan paper was all used up.

Yet he continued to use his dried-up brush to copy in the air.

The sword seed beneath the Zhendao Sword Mansion hummed softly, causing his heart to pound!
The sound of swords clashing grew louder and louder, until suddenly, deathly silence descended...

The scene before my eyes was like a dream.

That was a young man who fought alone against numerous heroes, dominating the martial arts world with his sword, and winning the title of "Number One in the World".

A young man, sitting by a stove in the cold mountains, sparred with a high-ranking ascetic monk.

A young man travels across the ocean to fight a life-or-death battle with a mysterious hermit.

A middle-aged man accidentally wandered into a misty forest and ended up discussing swordsmanship with an old man in a straw raincoat over wine.

The man's appearance grew older, and the marks of time on his face deepened, but the passion for swordsmanship in his eyes remained undiminished.

It's even getting more and more prevalent!
Finally, he reached the end of his life.

He refused to kneel before the immortal.

Nothing the immortal said could extinguish the passion in his eyes.

……

The shouts in my ears grew louder and louder.

May all sword cultivators under heaven possess boundless and magnificent spirit...

"May all sword cultivators under heaven be free from the constraints of true intent."

"May all sword cultivators in the world no longer have to kneel and beg for the Dao!"

At this moment, beneath the Zhendao Sword Mansion, its sharp edge could no longer be concealed!
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