Chapter 621: Chaos
“But, with our current cultivation, a single misstep would send Cold Moon Palace falling into a deep abyss forever,” replied the old person worriedly.
“So what? If things reach that point of chaos within the sects, how many sects would be lucky enough to survive? Even if we are unable to recover forever, I want to drag a few other sects down with us as burial accompaniment. Hahaha!” the Cold Moon Palace Master laughed loudly, as a crazed red light identical to Qing Lingyan’s appeared in her eyes.
“Sigh…” At an angle where the Cold Moon Palace Master would not notice, the old person secretly let out a sigh.
“Pass an order to Qing Lingyan telling her that she does not need to rush back. Find a way to locate the whereabouts of the Cang Yuan Sword. If Cold Moon Palace is able to obtain it, who will be able to fight me? When that time comes, I will annihilate all the various great sects. Hahaha!” After she had finished speaking, the Cold Moon Palace Master laughed manically once again, her eyes no longer containing the least bit of sanity.
The old person took a hard look at her and walked out. Nobody saw the helplessness and worry in the old person’s eyes.
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Meanwhile, in Flowing Cloud Sect, an old person wearing a white robe with large broad sleeves stood uoright on a tall mountain peak, staring at the sword figure in the sky for a long time. A few shades of sadness and pity for all that was to come in his eyes.
“Pass the order to get Ling Wushang to locate the whereabouts of the Cang Yuan Sword. If there are any findings, he is to report them to the sect promptly. However, he is not to take action personally,” ordered the old person in the white robe clearly.
“Yes, Sect Master.” After respectfully replying, his subordinate left hurriedly.
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On a tall stargazing platform that rose high into the clouds at Heavenly Star Sect, an old person stood upright with both hands folded behind his back. The look in his eyes was deep and as hard to fathom as the starry sky before him, making it hard to know what he was thinking.
“Qianye, Qianxin, you should go and take a look,” instructed the old person softly after a long while.
“Yes, grandmaster,” replied the two young disciples, then they bowed and left.
All the sect masters of all the various sects were sending out similar orders at the same time. A large number of young disciples belonging to the various sects embarked in search of the Cang Yuan Sword that night.
The deep silence that had been maintained for almost ten thousand years amongst the various sects was like a pool of still water with a surface that had been disrupted, and there were undercurrents flowing beneath as if a storm was brewing.
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“The Cang Yuan Sword. So, you were talking about the Cang Yuan Sword,” said Huangfu Qingjue. Even he had a few shades of surprise on his face.
“The battle ten thousand years ago ended with monster beasts being defeated and being confined to Little Silver Ancient Mountain. The array set up by the various sects have since suppressed the awakening of monster beast descendants of ancient bloodlines and they left us to just fend for ourselves in Little Silver Ancient Mountain all these years. How could we not harbor this wild ambition?”
“Originally, we thought that the monster beasts were about to walk into decline, but who knew that just before a demon emperor was about to die, he noticed the existence of the Cang Yuan Sword and thus left us his last words telling us about it. Ten thousand years later, the Cang Yuan Sword would see the light of day again, a chance for the monster beasts to rise again.
“We have waited ten thousand years for this chance, for the appearance of that divine sword,” said the demon emperor as tears gleamed in his eyes.
“So this is the situation. Then, did that demon emperor say how exactly the Cang Yuan Sword would allow your clan to rise again?” asked Huangfu Qingjue who was also a little moved.
“The ancestor did not mention such a thing,” replied the demon emperor after a deep thought.
As the two of them were speaking, nobody noticed that Ling Chuxi’s eyes had spaced out as she fell into some deep thoughts. An extraordinarily close feeling arose in the bottom of her heart, as if the sword figure that laid horizontally across the entire world had an oddly amazing pull to it.
In the sky, the body of the divine sword figure swayed, and its light swiftly retracted to its center. Then, a sword that was only slightly larger than that of an ordinary sword with a strong murderous intent and domineering aura appeared before their eyes before it fell to the ground from the sky like a meteor.
A clear sound rang out, echoing throughout the valley without dispersing for a long time.