Chapter 1775 — A Song Piercing the Long Wind

In an instant the Palace Master of Long Wind Palace was struck by countless powers, each bearing a different Dao and each of a different nature, invading his body together and wreaking different ruin within his flesh, leaving him flustered.

More dreadful still was the weight of the Salvation Golden Ship, whose direct impact had nearly shattered the body that even the apocalyptic calamity could not erase. "The Salvation Golden Ship?

Is it the Seventh Young Master? " The Salvation Golden Ship shuddered violently as a Dao fruit floated into the air, its light bursting forth into myriad phantoms linking layer upon layer of void, gradually bringing the ship to a halt.

"Seventh Young Master, your strength is far less than I expected.

" The voice of the Palace Master of Long Wind Palace came from beneath the hull as the ship grew slower and finally stopped: "I thought one who could kill Lingguan must be terrifyingly strong, yet all these powers of yours have only grazed my skin. " "If it had been my brother, you would likely be dead already.

" Hearing this, the Palace Master started slightly and rose slowly to appear before the Salvation Golden Ship, looking down to see a group of identical youths arrayed in a V formation.

"Not the Seventh Young Master? " The Palace Master marveled and studied Lan Yutian at the prow with care, praising him: "Your cultivation is not weak, and in the stirrings of your mind I see your wisdom.

Were our teacher here, he would surely admire you, and you might become one of Miluo Palace. Let us turn war to peace, and I will commend you to the other young masters of Miluo Palace, that we may plan great deeds together.

" Lan Yutian shook his head: "I need no commendation.

My brother is the Seventh Young Master of your Miluo Palace.

" The Palace Master said indifferently: "The Seventh Young Master is the disgrace of my Miluo Palace, as all know.

Young man, you have strayed from the path, and unless you turn back your life will not be spared.

I will overlook your ambush. Come with me to Yujing City in the Ancestral Court to seek audience with the young masters.

" Lan Yutian arrayed his ranks and shook his head: "I will not go, and you shall not leave.

" The Palace Master shook his head with a sigh: "Such geniuses as you I have met many in past history, and seen many off.

I did not think I must see another off today.

" In the Yuan Realm lay the sword forest formed from the ruins of Wuyou Township, its countless shards thrust into the earth like countless sharp swords, like a graveyard of swords. This sword forest was the sword graveyard created when Jianxin Wuyou Township, worshipped by Di Yiyue and others and driven by Lan Yutian, slew in one stroke the Earth Master of the Three Masters of the Heavenly Court. The lingering might of swordsmanship here was too strong, and few set foot within it, while most of Jingping's armies were on the road to the Ancestral Court hunting Emperor Haotian, so none tended the place.

Within the sword forest someone seemed to sing in grief, in a tongue obscure and unknowable, the song now mournful, now wild, now compassionate toward heaven and man, now bitter against the world.

Strange to tell, the song came from within the great swords strewn this way and that, drifting and uncertain. A figure could be seen walking upon the bright mirror-like surface of a divine weapon, passing from one divine sword to another, as if walking within mirrors, singing as he went, free and unrestrained.

Just then the figure moving in the mirrors paused and gazed afar, where a youth with graying temples approached with hands clasped behind his back.

"Seventh Young Master!

" The man in the mirror started and saluted the approaching Shen Mu from within the mirror: "Chu Sheng, Palace Master of Chuge Palace, greets the Seventh Young Master!

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