Chapter 1570 — Forging the Original Intent into a Sword
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Sudden as a thought, a saber scar appeared on Kaihuang's face; before the God-Slaying Mystic Saber had even arrived, a wound had already opened on his cheek. And from that wound the blood flowed upward into the sky; the qi and blood within his body stirred and poured ceaselessly toward the cut!
"Worthy of the most vicious weapon under heaven!
" Kaihuang could not help but grow feverish. He drew his sword with fierce resolve; sword-light and his own fresh blood gathered together, his sword way dissolving into drop after drop of blood that flew upward.
Suddenly there came a few crisp rings, ding, ding, ding, and in the instant his blood met the God-Slaying Mystic Saber, the sword way hidden within that blood burst forth!
Kaihuang's eyes lit up: at last he saw the God-Slaying Mystic Saber within the ocean of blood. The Wuyou Sword met the God-Slaying Mystic Saber amid the blood-red tide, and his sword way erupted in that single stroke; in one instant thirty-five heavens of sword domain surged forth out of the blood-light! Boom! The sea of blood above the God-Slaying Platform exploded; mad saber-light and sword-light tangled together, and in the blink of an eye Kaihuang was drenched in blood, wounds everywhere.
This was not Shen Mu's own strength, but the strength of the God-Slaying Mystic Saber and the God-Slaying Platform.
This platform was a marvel: standing upon it, however many heavens of Dao realm a man possessed, the platform would call forth that many heavens of Dao realm.
Shen Mu's own saber way reached only the twenty-sixth heaven; joining hands with Zaifu and the others, he could raise it to the thirtieth heaven, which was certainly not enough to wound Kaihuang. But with the aid of the platform he could wield the Dao realm of the thirty-fifth heaven!
This was the platform's might, and Kaihuang's might as well.
Had Kaihuang, a being of the thirty-fifth heaven of Dao realm, not been standing upon the platform, he could never have commanded the power of thirty-five heavens of Dao realm. Add to that the power of the God-Slaying Mystic Saber, and he had wounded Kaihuang! For the first time Kaihuang faced an attack so ferocious.
The saber-light sweeping down upon him from every quarter made him feel he had no way to withstand it; and worse, that dreadful saber-light penetrated everywhere, cutting into his flesh again and again, cutting into his primal spirit!
Even his Dao heart was invaded by the saber-light, hacked full of holes! The God-Slaying Mystic Saber, joined with the God-Slaying Platform, and with Shen Mu, a formidable being steeped in the saber way, had driven Kaihuang onto the defensive!
He saw Shen Mu within the blood-light: the mystic saber splitting into two, then suddenly one again, now long, now short, now far, now near, like a gale, like thunder, like a driving storm, swift beyond imagining, swift beyond belief! Shen Mu attacked from every angle; even his Dao realm could not hold, and his sword domain was cleft open again and again by those two divine sabers. The wounds to flesh and primal spirit were heavy, but heavier still were the saber scars laid upon his Dao heart.
The God-Slaying Mystic Saber struck again and again, like question after question of the Dao, rebuking his Dao heart, rebuking all that he had done, making him doubt himself, deny himself! Such an attack he had never seen before; he did not know how to resist it.
For the first time he hesitated; for the first time he wavered.
His unbreakable Dao heart grew frail in that moment. It was as though in the blood-light he saw the whole of his life's deeds, his failures; saw the consequences that his own decision had brought when the Kaihuang Calamity erupted.