Daoist Master Of Qing Xuan Chapter 417 - The Sword of Flying Celestial

Chapter 417 - The Sword of Flying Celestial

The rain on Mount Zhong only lasted half a day. The sunset dyed the mountains, water and sky into a light pink.
The blood was originally dark red, but as the rain diluted it, it faded to a light pink.
There were many cultivators in the world, but there were not many who could cross the river to cultivate in Mount Zhong. They could be considered the top among the non-formal cultivators in the world. Chen Beidou however, killed them all with just rain.
Cultivators paid great respect to heaven and earth, but not demons or gods. Ultimately Chen Beidou was still the Mountain God. He represented the will of the mountain and river here. The cultivating living beings took in the Qi of vitality of heaven and earth daily. They owed a great deal to not only heaven and earth but to the Mountain God. In some sense, Chen Beidou was just eliminating the thieves in his backyard.
Deities existed alongside Dao. They governed the laws of heaven and earth and took care of every being. The laws laid down since ancient times were long forgotten with the rise of the Daoist and Buddhist sects. Even if the previous generation of Lord Emperor formed the Heavenly Courtyard, deities did not manage to recover their influence such as when the heaven and earth were just formed. Nowadays, even powerful celestials or Buddha could command the deities around like slaves, and they called the path of Shen to be an outsider path.
Chen Beidou gave these cultivators a hit in the head.
As long as one had sufficient power, one could deconstruct all the rules, and reconstruct them. One could even recover the forgotten justice.
There were up to a hundred top instruments, and one to two unknown magic talismans trapped in the soil of Mount Zhong. The treasure light had faded. There were even more instruments that could not stand the rain as their spiritual light diminished and entered into Chen Beidou's body as an unknown breath.
Where he stood was not just similar to the summit of heaven and earth, it was also similar to the center of the universe, where he mastered the revolvement of the stars.
Not only the living beings of Mount Zhong could feel the grand stateliness, it also affected the whole of Yuan Continent, even till late night. The stars in the sky were bright, and the power of the stars fell onto the world. Some of the beasts who were spiritually active benefited greatly from this as they began to possess spiritual intelligence.
Zizai Temple's Daoist Liuqing looked northward and said nothing. Acala Huike stroke his broken sleeves softly. The humming of the sword exploded.
Temple of Contentment's Wang Shidao held a scroll, but he could not take in any word of it. Every stroke of writing contained overflowing sword aura, and it had disturbed the peace of the temple.
Taishang Daoist sect's young but respected Daoist looked quietly at Ziwei Palace. The green bull was burping as it lied on his legs.
The Qi of Chen Beidou increased endlessly as the days went by. In the morning there was the real fire of the sun, and at night there was the light of the stars - they all gathered towards the cliff where he was at. They colored the cliff a jade green.
It was a night of a full moon. Since Chen Beidou began his sacrificial ceremony, Shen Lian never stepped out of the abode of immortals he created. It created a barrier between itself and the outside world. Even if the outside world had been turned upside down, the inside of the abode of immortals would remain calm and unaffected.
The last ray of the evening pierced through the thin mist and into the abode of immortals. It shone on Shen Lian's delicate and elegant face. Every hair on his eyebrow could be seen clearly underneath the sunlight. His deep eyes reflected the sunset.
Perhaps he would not live to see the break of dawn the next day, but it was good enough to be able to see the twilight and the full moon.
Many years ago he told old master Shen about how life was all about following the heart and that was the reason he pursued immortality. For now, even if he took the sum of his two lives, he did not live longer than the old master Shen. If he died, perhaps it was the biggest irony to what he was chasing for. However, even if he could go back in time, he would not change anything.
Whatever that had happened in the past was just like the mist. Every bit of it was recalled at that moment. He still remembered the cry he made when he was born. It was the same for most. Why was it that the first thing people did when they were born, was cry? Was it because the world was a sea of bitterness?
Shen Lian too recalled the first time he felt affection for the opposite gender. It was during school in his previous life. It was not because she was gorgeous, but because in that particular moment, it just happened to pull on his heartstrings. In the secular mortal world, it only takes one glance to fall in love with someone, and then it was a painful story. Until now he still felt strange about himself, and the person he met then.
His life went by normally until he had a car accident, to which he was reincarnated to this world, and it was the beginning of this grand life. It felt like he belonged here. With an insipid heart, he cultivated leisurely. He overcame all the challenges and never complained. He finally achieved Daoist immortality and made two to three good friends. He held such a high position in life and stood on the summit of mortals.
The best time of his life brought along his most difficult opponent - Chen Beidou.
Until now he the image of Chen Beidou in his mind was not complete. He only knew that this person had an indestructible will. His behavior was not constrained by the worldly standards, and he had the determination to focus on the pursuit of swordcraft.
He was indeed the perfect cultivator - he possessed all the necessary criteria to become someone successful. Most importantly, his strength exceeded that of all the opponents Shen Lian had ever met.
They did not have anything against each other, it was destiny that led to this battle.
If he did not study the Being and Non-Being of Sword Aura, such thing would not have happened today. If he did not step foot in Su's Fort, without meeting Mr Su, this would not have happened. Life offered him countless paths, but he still ended up on this one.
At that moment it was hard for him to stay calm, but at the same time he was not afraid. There was an indescribable excitement in him. It was a form of curiosity towards the unknown. It was the kind of relief that came from the will to give everything up in the face of a challenge.
When he stepped out of the abode of immortals, wind began to blow and rain began to fall.
The fog was blown away by the wind and the rain fell on his dark bun. It fell between his brows and his face. The chilly feeling made him alert, and at the same time cleared away the contaminated Qi outside the abode.
As usual, Fang Yanying followed behind her uncle-master. However, this time around she figured she could not follow his face. She could only see her uncle-master holding the Five Elements Magical Sword and that the wind and rain were circulating around him. The heaven and earth Qi of Mount Zhong too followed suit.
Chen Beidou was the center of Mount Zhong, and at this moment Shen Lian was the other center, center of the flow.
Every step, every shift in body movement, was similar to the music played by each pluck of the string of the zither. It sent a signal through the heaven and earth Qi of Mount Zhong. In Fang Yanying's eyes, the image of Mount Zhong began to blur. Space began to fold into itself. It was hard to differentiate between up and down and the four cardinal directions.
Shen Lian did not intentionally calculate how far away Chen Beidou was, let alone calculate when the moon would appear. He just naturally folded his sleeves, with the right hand which was still a skeleton, he drew his Five Elements Magical Sword as smoothly as the flow of water.
The wind and rain, along with the Qi of the mountain followed the sword of Shen Lian, and they stormed towards the jade-green cliff.
The full moon was now out in Mount Zhong. And the wind and rain appeared to be of a faded yellow under the moonlight.
The sword of flying celestial.