Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 60 The Unmoored Boat (Seeking first subscription~)

In an instant, the world before Zhou Ziyin's eyes crumbled, turning into black and white.

When I opened my eyes again, the scene had changed drastically.

"..."

Mountain gate.

The sky was filled with demonic clouds that swallowed the last ray of light, and the demonic flames surged and spread, causing the floating island in the sect to crash down.

Zhou Ziyin swayed, blood dripping from his body. He no longer had the spiritual power to wield the ancient sword, so he could only hold it in his hand.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"The 108 Immortals of the Central Region, the Sword Immortal Who Suppresses Evil..."

The demonic cultivator walked step by step, stepping over the corpses of his fellow disciples.

"Truly impressive, to have fought this long..."

The demonic cultivator casually crushed the head of a cultivator on the ground, looking at him mockingly: "You know what? What I enjoy killing most are sword cultivators like you..."

He seemed to want to have a good chat with Zhou Ziyin.

"I will trample your so-called Dao Heart and Sword Intent under my feet, and witness your expressions of despair..."

"..."

Zhou Ziyin sat slumped on the ground, his ancient sword stuck beside him.

Just like hundreds of years ago, outside Xianyang Township, on the tomb of the Three Evils.

"Hmph, utterly boring."

The demonic cultivator snorted coldly.

"Die!"

A wave of dark flames swept across the area, but no miracle occurred.

Zhou Ziyin died and his Dao vanished.

"laugh."

The demonic cultivator sneered.

"So what kind of geniuses are they from the Central Region, or outstanding figures in the Immortal Path? Under my rule, aren't they just lambs to the slaughter..."

"Ok?"

The demonic cultivator's expression shifted, and he looked towards the cliff.

Zhou Ziyin's body perished, but the ancient sword still stood in the same place.

The flames subsided, and the sword's blade remained as white as new.

"..."

The demonic cultivator gritted his teeth: "These natal flying swords are just as stinky and stubborn as those sword cultivators!"

"Alright."

The flames swept across the area once more.

"May the spirit within your sword be forever entangled beneath the demonic flames..."

"Suffering in agony!"

A monstrous demonic aura surged forth!
boom! ! !
……

A surging wave of flames swept through Song Yan's eyes.

A startled feeling washed over him, and he came to his senses to find himself still standing in the Yin-Yang Realm as a divine consciousness.

The noise and clamor disappeared, leaving only peace...

"……call."

What was that just now...?

My jumbled thoughts and memories are slowly becoming clearer.

"..."

It felt like I was having a long dream, in which I was a cultivator named Zhou Ziyin.

From the mortal countryside to the world of cultivation, and finally to being annihilated by the demonic sect...

Everything else was like waking from a dream, hazy and indistinct, except for the memories of the prodigal son's return and the sect's destruction, which were quite clear.

Facing the demonic cultivator's immense power at that time was truly like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

He lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand.

"Distance from that era..."

"How many years have passed...?"

Even after the death of Senior Zhou Ziyin, his swordsmanship and Daoist spirit remained within this sword.

But it was devoured by the demonic cultivator's overwhelming demonic flames, scorched day and night, until this day...

The spiritual meaning within has long been extinguished.

Surprisingly, the sword showed absolutely no signs of wear...

I don't know what it's made of.

Even if you asked Zhou Ziyin back then, he probably wouldn't have been able to answer this question.

After all, he obtained it from the belly of that evil dragon.

Just as Song Yan was pondering, suddenly, a wisp of milky white spiritual light slowly drifted out from the sword and gently circled around its body.

Then came the second strand.

The third strand...

Streaks of spiritual light floated and hovered above the Seed of Sword Dao, before merging into it under the guidance of a particular ray of light.

"Om-"

The illusory image of the Dao Seed seemed to be more solid and fuller.

Song Yan was startled. "No spiritual essence whatsoever!"

Both the general outline of the Seed Sword Technique and the Spirit Transformation Chapter mention that the gradual formation and perfection of one's natal flying sword will improve the grade of the Seed Sword Path.

Ultimately, it is about the growth and improvement of one's desire for the Way and one's will to pursue the Way of the Sword.

Therefore, besides this, there is another unconventional method to strengthen the Dao seed.

That is the essence of the formless spirit.

The essence of spiritual power is usually only found among senior sword cultivators who wish to guide juniors. They will separate an unformed essence from their own natal flying sword, refine it, integrate it into the spiritual object, and then bestow it upon the junior.

However, the text doesn't mention that it can also be obtained from the flying sword left behind by the predecessors...

"Could it be the effect of the Yin-Yang Pearl?"

Song Yan frowned, realizing that this matter was not so simple.

From that moment on, a bold guess and idea took root in his heart.

"However, the most important thing right now is to refine the flying sword..."

Pulling himself out of his reverie and calming down for a moment, Song Yan left the Realm of Two Elements.

He took the flying sword out of the Yin-Yang Pearl without any hindrance.

For ordinary cultivators, refining a flying sword requires infusing spiritual power and activating a magic incantation.

But Song Yan didn't intend to use it as an ordinary flying sword; rather...

I want to use it as the blade of my future natal flying sword!
Therefore, he drew out strands of Dao Seed Sword Qi from the Zhendao Sword Mansion and slowly poured them into the sword.

correct……

It is said that after this sword was obtained by a demonic cultivator, it was called the "Heart Demon".

But now that the raging demonic flames have been dispelled by the Yin-Yang Pearl, it's no longer appropriate to call it by that name. However, that memory didn't mention what name Senior Zhou Ziyin gave this sword...

"The Sword Immortal Who Suppresses Evil..."

Song Yan suddenly shook his head slightly and sighed softly.

"You used to exorcise demons and suppress evil, but in the end you were burned for a thousand years and your spiritual power dissipated."

"Now that you're with me, you won't have to carry such heavy burdens anymore."

"The so-called righteousness and salvation of the world will be devised by wise and virtuous people..."

"I'll be an ordinary cultivator, and you'll be an ordinary flying sword. We'll be free and unrestrained, observing all things in the world and roaming freely between heaven and earth."

"Just seek clarity of thought and smooth flow of spiritual inspiration."

Thinking of this, Song Yan's eyes cleared as he looked at the flying sword in his hand, finding himself unable to put it down.

"How can I not aspire to immortality, yet I am bound by constraints and lack of freedom..."

He murmured a line of an unnamed poem that he had heard somewhere.

"Once I returned to the Wei River, I drifted along like..."

Just call...

"Let's call it 'Unmoored Boat'."

……

The refining process didn't take long; it was completed in two and a half days.

Song Yan urged the use of spiritual power as easily as using one's own arm or fingers.

The feeling of using sword energy to refine a flying sword for the first time was quite wonderful.

Compared to refining with spiritual energy, the "Unmoored Boat" at this moment is clearly much more agile than the Azure Wood Gengjin Flying Sword previously obtained by the sect.

"Um……"

As a mid-grade magic weapon, its quality was even sufficient for Song Yan to get through the entire Qi Refining stage.

Furthermore, as the sword body of his future natal flying sword, there is still room for improvement in its grade, and its future is promising.

After practicing the sword-controlling technique for a while, Song Yan returned to his cave.

In the following days, he practiced breathing exercises as usual, but was surprised to find that not only had his cultivation improved slightly, but his speed of absorbing spiritual energy had also increased considerably.

"This formless spiritual essence can elevate the grade of one's Dao Seed with truly immediate results..."

If this process continues, it will only take about three months to break through to the sixth level of Qi Refining.

There are no bottlenecks in the six levels of the early and middle stages of Qi Refining.

If one has enough talent, accumulating spiritual energy through daily cultivation will naturally lead to success.

When you reach the late stage of Qi Refining, it truly becomes extremely difficult to progress.

In the following days, Song Yan practiced breathing exercises, wielding his flying sword, and learning sword control techniques in an orderly manner.

Occasionally, he would think of that senior named Zhou Ziyin.

If his story were adapted into a vernacular novel and shown in theaters and to storytellers, it would surely be a huge hit.

It might even be passed down through the ages.

But Song Yan was an ordinary person—he always thought so.

Indeed, Senior Zhou's sudden repentance is truly commendable.

However, when Song Yan thought about how he had previously wreaked havoc in the village and the families he had bullied and destroyed, he didn't feel anything was wrong.

Later, this senior acted chivalrously, suppressing evil and punishing wickedness, which is indeed worthy of admiration and respect.

……

anyway……

Where did those demonic flames that were dispersed by the Yin-Yang Pearl and the nascent form of the Dao Heart go?

Has it transformed into the blackness of the Yin-Yang Realm...?

Or was it truly neutralized by this wondrous bead?
The details of the Song banquet are unknown.

(End of this chapter)