Chapter 438: The Selfless Black Sword

Chapter 438: The Selfless and Righteous Black Sword

At this moment, Venerable Mo Tang stood beyond the celestial canopy.

With the backing of Ghost Imperial Heaven, she had confidence.

According to her plan, soon a Heavenly Position Yang God from Ziyuan Heaven would come out to haggle with her.

As for how much benefit she could gain, it all depended on her eloquence.

At this moment, within Ziyuan Heaven, many cultivators were stirred and discussed in confusion.

"Senior Brother Blood Robe killed... Mona?"

"Mona of Ghost Imperial Heaven?"

"It seems Senior Brother Blood Robe truly has real skill!"

"Mona is one of the top prodigies of Ghost Imperial Heaven, and when she fought Senior Brother Ice Sword, they traded victories!"

"Senior Brother Blood Robe killed Mona, showing his strength is above Senior Brother Ice Sword. It seems the rumors are true—the Ancestor intends to use Senior Brother Blood Robe to..."

Some cultivators, thinking of something, turned stern.

They did not know whether this was good or bad.

They naturally hoped that Ziyuan Heaven would produce a peerless prodigy to crush the Black Sword.

All cultivators looked up at the celestial canopy, watching the development of events.

After all, a Yang God Heavenly Venerable coming to call was a rare occurrence.

Perhaps once or twice in ten thousand years.

And it happened in other regions of the Black Demon Abyss, not in Ziyuan Heaven.

Just then, suddenly, a furious voice rang out at that moment.

"What stray cats and dogs dare to yap before my door!"

With this voice, a golden giant hand appeared beyond the celestial canopy.

The giant palm was like the sky, majestic and awe-inspiring!

The moment the giant palm appeared, Venerable Mo Tang felt fear.

"G-Great Principle?"

She showed a terrified expression.

She had only come to extort some compensation—how had she provoked a Great Principle old monster to act?

"Senior... by attacking me, do you intend to provoke a war between Ghost Imperial Heaven and the Black Demon Abyss?" Venerable Mo Tang said in terror.

That terrifying giant hand gave her a feeling of being unable to resist.

She even felt that she could not escape.

Most terrifying of all, she sensed a dense killing intent.

She was truly afraid.

"I am in a bad mood and have no outlet. You came knocking just in time!"

The Ziyuan Ancestor's voice was like a god.

His share of the Blood-Shaping Enlightenment Pill had been erased, and he had been in a bad mood ever since.

Now that a jumping clown had come to him, he could vent.

Though the opponent was a Yang God of Ghost Imperial Heaven, what did the Ziyuan Ancestor fear?

As his words fell, the giant golden hand reached for Venerable Mo Tang.

"No!" Venerable Mo Tang sensed a great crisis.

Her Dharma Body manifested at that moment, and the stars in the Star Realm blazed.

She wanted to flee.

But...

Her Dharma Body could not unfold at all, trapped within her own body.

She looked around and saw that the golden giant hand had firmly locked her in place.

Even more, in the vast and boundless Star Realm, a giant golden hand suddenly appeared, grasping the star that reflected her across the heavens.

"You cannot..."

Venerable Mo Tang was in pain and despair, never expecting to meet a madman.

She was merely at the Small Heavenly Position—the gap between her and a Yang God of the Great Principle Realm was greater than the sky!

"I cannot stand women screeching; it annoys me!"

The Ziyuan Ancestor finished speaking and squeezed with domineering force.

Venerable Mo Tang's indestructible Yang God body shattered directly in that giant hand.

In the Star Realm, the golden giant hand exerted force, and the star belonging to Venerable Mo Tang instantly crumbled into specks of light.

The fall of a Yang God was too sudden; no one reacted.

All the cultivators and Yang Gods in Ziyuan Heaven were horrified at the sight.

Qi Yuan looked at the sky, squinting, and ripples stirred in his heart.

"Indeed, the stronger one becomes, the more one feels the terror of the Great Principle."

Even with his four thousand infant spirits merged, Qi Yuan could not do what the Ziyuan Ancestor had just done.

Not to mention that the Ancestor had acted from within Ziyuan Heaven, yet his palm had simultaneously appeared in the Star Realm, directly crushing the star projection of Venerable Mo Tang.

Such a technique was something Qi Yuan could not yet master.

"Even an ordinary Great Principle is this strong—how powerful must that one from Taihuang Palace be?"

Qi Yuan sighed, and a sense of urgency grew in his heart.

Hearing his words, An Xunlu felt some disdain in her heart.

"You should break through to Yang God before feeling the power of the Great Principle!" An Xunlu's mouth, as Sister Niujiao said, was very sharp.

Qi Yuan could not be bothered to talk to An Xunlu.

This person did not even have the concept of equality.

Talking to her was like playing the lute to a cow.

Qi Yuan looked at Ziyuan Xiaolu—it was more comforting to converse with the Pink-Horned Girl.

"Ancestor killed that Yang God—will there be trouble?" Qi Yuan asked.

After all, Ghost Imperial Heaven had lost a Yang God.

In terms of strength, Ghost Imperial Heaven was not much weaker than the Black Demon Abyss.

"It should be fine. Even if there is trouble... it probably won't affect us." Ziyuan Xiaolu pondered. "The Ancestor must have his own plans for acting. Perhaps this is our Black Demon Abyss playing a big game, preparing to move against Ghost Imperial Heaven."

Ziyuan Xiaolu speculated.

Qi Yuan heard this and found it quite reasonable. A strong cultivator at the Great Principle Realm would surely have deep intent in making a move.

At that moment, suddenly Qi Yuan felt the space around him become sealed.

Time froze in the space around An Xunlu and Ziyuan Xiaolu.

He knew that Ziyuan Ancestor had arrived.

Sure enough, the familiar voice came again.

"Deep intent, my ass! It's just that I've been in a foul mood lately, and she happened to be jabbering at my door, annoying me." Ziyuan Ancestor said indifferently.

It seemed that after just killing a Yang God, the gloom in his heart had dissipated somewhat.

Qi Yuan heard this and was speechless.

Was this... a crime of passion?

He wanted to say, "You've cultivated for millions of years, even tens of millions, and it all went to the dogs?"

"You don't even have this level of mental cultivation?"

"Don't you think that a Yang God of the Great Principle Realm should be above worldly desires, not showing joy or anger?" Ziyuan Ancestor raised his voice. "We cultivators tread the immortal path, contend with heaven, for the sake of unrestrained freedom and doing as we please. If we cultivate ourselves to become like the Heavenly Dao, wouldn't that be boring?"

Qi Yuan heard this and found some truth in it.

What is the purpose of cultivating immortality?

Isn't it still great freedom, great ease?

If one dares not even express one's own emotions and constantly hides them, that would be too stifling.

"I killed this person. For the Black Abyss, it's a trivial matter. But as for you, stay indoors for a while.

The cultivators of Ghost Sky all have some issues in their heads, quite mad. Someone might seek revenge and ambush you!"

"Thank you for the warning, senior." Qi Yuan noted it secretly.

He took the words to heart, but whether to act on them depended on his mood.

The obscure sensation of space disappeared, and Ziyuan Ancestor's figure vanished. Everything returned to normal.

An Xunlu looked at Qi Yuan with a reluctant expression: "Do you have time?"

"What's up?" Qi Yuan asked curiously.

"Brother Black Sword wants to meet you." An Xunlu said unwillingly.

"Oh? Then let him come over. I'm very busy now, urgently cultivating the 'Ancestral Blood Art'. Alas, I've offended Ghost Sky, so I need to improve my strength to protect myself." Qi Yuan said seriously.

An Xunlu heard this and was speechless.

You cultivate and improve your strength—can you defeat a Yang God of Ghost Sky in a short time?

However, Qi Yuan didn't give her a chance to react and directly left with Ziyuan Xiaolu.

Leaving An Xunlu standing there, gnashing her teeth.

"Damn it, he actually refused Brother Black Sword! That's... Brother Black Sword! For others, it's extremely difficult to even get a meeting!"

Seeing this, An Xunlu had no choice but to go to Black Heaven to see Black Sword and inform him of the matter.

...

Black Heaven.

In the endless Black Sea, Black Sword stood tall, clad in a white robe, gentle as jade.

With one sword drawn, heaven and earth trembled.

It took about dozens of breaths for the Black Sea to calm down.

The Principle Realm Yang God looked at Black Sword, his eyes showing surprise and admiration: "Daoist Black Sword, your strength is growing. If I don't use Principle, it will be hard for me to defeat you within a hundred breaths."

It must be known that Black Sword was only a Small Heaven Yang God.

Yet, without using Principle, he still needed a hundred breaths to subdue him.

Moreover, vaguely, he felt that Black Sword was still hiding something.

"Not enough." Black Sword's expression was calm. "The rifts between the various divisions of the Black Abyss are growing. I must quickly improve my strength, otherwise when the Lin Ya Molt begins, the Black Abyss will fall into irredeemable disaster."

Hearing this, the Principle Realm Yang God's expression changed slightly: "Brother Black Sword, you have worked hard."

Regarding the Lin Ya Molt, he, as a Principle Realm Yang God, could not interfere at all—the gap was too great.

"I share the same bloodline as the Black Abyss Ancestor. The Black Abyss is my home. Protecting my home and shielding my comrades is my duty." Black Sword said calmly.

Hearing this, the Principle Realm Yang God showed reverence in his eyes.

As a Principle cultivator, he could judge that Black Sword's words came entirely from his heart.

Who doesn't know that the beings of the Black Abyss, due to their bloodline, are mostly selfish, cruel, and bloodthirsty?

Yet Black Sword, sharing the same bloodline as the Black Abyss Ancestor, was as pure as a saint.

It could be said that if Black Sword stepped into the Great Principle, he would become the true leader of the Black Abyss.

The vague and looming split of the Black Abyss over these millions of years would change.

At this moment, Black Sword's communication jade slip received a message. His expression unchanged, he said calmly, "Senior Brother, I have some matters to attend to. I take my leave."

After saying this, Black Sword's figure vanished in an instant.

When Black Sword reappeared, he was in Ziyuan Heaven.

In the cave dwelling, Qi Yuan looked languid. He gazed at Black Sword outside the cave and said softly, "If you wanted to see me, it would have been better to come like this earlier, instead of making An Xunlu run around. She's carrying two big thunderbolts—it's tiring."

Black Sword's expression was calm, with little emotion on his face: "Blood Robe Junior Brother, this is the Blood Enlightenment Pill, refined by the Eight Elders of the Black Abyss.

One quarter of the share was originally reserved for you by the Third and Sixth Elders, but was intercepted by the First Elder and given to me.

Now, I give you that quarter."

As he spoke, Black Sword handed a pill bottle to Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan looked at the pill bottle, somewhat puzzled.

"It's like this..." Black Sword detailed the background of the matter to Qi Yuan.

"You... are quite generous." Qi Yuan rarely praised others, but this time he praised Black Sword.

He could feel that Black Sword gave him the Blood Enlightenment Pill out of genuine sincerity, not for the sake of winning him over.

For instance, the First Elder playing the bad cop and Black Sword playing the good cop, just to win him over.

"What the First Elder did was also for the Black Abyss. Now that Blood Robe Junior Brother's interests are not harmed, I hope Blood Robe Junior Brother will let bygones be bygones." Black Sword added, "The Lin Ya Molt is approaching. I hope Junior Brother will break through soon, so as to have a foundation for self-preservation."

"I won't offend unless offended." Qi Yuan said lazily. "I accept this Blood Enlightenment Pill. I'll remember this favor. When I become strong in the future, I'll have your back!"

Black Sword smiled faintly, without responding.

Although he had heard of Qi Yuan's killing of Mona, he had not yet regarded Qi Yuan as a true opponent.

His opponents were not his peers, nor ordinary Great Principle cultivators, but those Yang God Celestial Venerables who comprehended the Supreme Principle!

"Taking the Blood Enlightenment Pill before the Wall of Principle may be of great use."

Black Sword offered a brief reminder, then his form vanished from sight.

(End of this chapter)