Chapter 1337: Chapter 1335 Chaos Sword Way
Unconsciously, Shi Xiaole had already spent sixty-six years on Nine Heavens Mountain.
During these years, he hadn’t practiced for a single day, making up for the time spent with many relatives and friends. With Xi Xianglei and Xia Yunxi, his love deepened, surpassing that of the past.
The only regret was that Xia Yunxi’s belly remained still, without any sign of pregnancy to date. But she always smiled and said that the future was still very long, and besides, with Shi Xiaole’s company, whether they had children or not wasn’t important.
The seventieth year.
As Shi Xiaole was browsing through miscellaneous books in his study, his body suddenly froze, and an incomparably sharp Sword Qi radiated from the 108,000 pores of his body.
Another stream of dense illusion Qi caused layers of phantasmagoria to appear in the void, indistinguishable between reality and illusion.
Following that, the two entirely different auras began to merge, emitting hissing sounds of significant magnitude. The strands of Sword Qi that fused possessed not only indescribable sharpness but also contained a peculiar power that made the void chaotic.
The entire study seemed to be divided into hundreds and thousands of parts, each mixing chaotically with its surroundings, beyond description, with even the rules of the world stepping back.
If a Martial Emperor of the Void Origin Realm were here, a mere glance would not only confuse their vision, but their mental power would become disordered, leading to madness and death.
"The integration of Wind Sword Way with Illusion Martial Way has enhanced both qualities, evolving into a higher level of swordsmanship."
Shi Xiaole thought to himself.
Hundreds of years ago, he pondered the feasibility of combining two martial ways. After all, Supreme Martial Arts was born from transforming half-complete versions of such arts—wouldn’t integrating two martial ways be another kind of transformation?
While comprehending the Supreme Sword Way in the Land of Fate, Shi Xiaole had been continuously experimenting and had completed most of the work. Unfortunately, at the time, his life experience was far from sufficient to comprehend more or advance further.
It was only today, in the process of introspection and self-reflection over a long period that things had naturally fallen into place, and he achieved the dream he had had many years ago.
"Wind, chaotic and uncontrolled; illusion, encompassing everything. When these aspects are stripped away and merged into one, this swordsmanship will be called the Chaos Sword Way."
The Chaos Sword Way, a swordsmanship rightfully known as Supreme, could, within a certain range, not only affect an opponent’s Supreme power but also the great Dao of the heavens and earth, rendering them chaotic and ineffective.
However, the current Chaos Sword Way was only at the late stage of eleven percent completion and still far inferior to the Life and Death Martial Way and Demon Martial Way.
"Master!"
Yao Yuxuan, sensing the fluctuations here, appeared outside the door, a look of shock and bafflement on his face. With one person possessing three Supreme Martial Arts, his master’s talent and ingenuity were indeed unmatched in this universe, without equal.
"You take it and ponder over it."
A wisp of the essence of Chaos Sword Way shot into Yao Yuxuan’s body.
"Thank you, Master!"
Yao Yuxuan bowed deeply, his expression excited.
With a bone structure dedicated to swordsmanship, his comprehension of any swordsmanship was extraordinarily high. If he could master even a part of the Chaos Sword Way, it would surely elevate his own swordsmanship to another level.
Seasons changed, and another exciting five years passed in the East Victory realm.
One day, as Shi Xiaole was instructing Ai Jiuru, the grandson of Ai Wenhong, in his practice, he suddenly felt a premonition and looked up toward the south.
"Grandfather Shi, what’s wrong?"
Asked the nine-year-old Ai Jiuru.
"You practice on your own for a while."
After patting Ai Jiuru on the head, Shi Xiaole disappeared from Nine Heavens Mountain.
In the lands of Miaojiang, there was a lush and boundless rainforest.
From high above at this moment, a bald patch was forcefully cleared in the middle of the entire rainforest, covering an area of several million square kilometers. The ground was pockmarked and split in several places, and smoke was still emanating from some areas.
A woman covered in scars was sitting on the ground, healing her wounds. However, her injuries were too severe; though she had survived the "Hell-exterminating Thunder" tribulation, the flame of her life was about to be extinguished.
Just as the woman was reluctant to die but could only wait for death, a massive surge of the essence of life suddenly descended from the sky, enveloping her within.
Two hours later, the flame of the woman’s life burned more vigorously, and all of her injuries had healed. She stood up, turned to the young man in green—who looked like a banished immortal—nearby with a complex expression, and after a long while, she said, "Thank you."
"Given our relationship, you shouldn’t have said those two words,"
Shi Xiaole replied with a smile.
Wu Xuanyu, also known as Wang Xi, now wore an even stranger expression and asked, "Is she doing well?"
"Why not come to Nine Heavens Mountain and see for yourself?"
That day, Wu Xuanyu, reminiscing over countless cycles of reincarnation, returned to the rank of the Supreme, having faced the strongest tribulation known as "Hell-exterminating Thunder"!
As soon as the news broke, the world was shocked.
More explosive details soon emerged—it turned out that this Supreme Lady was the half-sister of the original Witch Queen, meaning she was the younger aunt of the Great Manor Lord!
A female Supreme who had lived for more than a hundred thousand years would now have to call a junior who was less than three hundred years old brother-in-law. The thought alone stirred people’s blood!
Countless people discussed it excitedly and at length.
Wu Xuanyu, having become Supreme, met Xi Xianglei and the Witch Queen, then went to see her half-brother, the Sorcerer Lord. Afterward, she delved back into the Martial World to continue her carefree worldly life.
While people were still immersed in the shock created by Supreme Wu Xuanyu, merely a year later, another new Supreme emerged. It is said that the tribulation she faced was the never-before-seen Seven-Colored Thunder, surpassing even the "Hell-exterminating Thunder"!
He was the son of the great estate owner, Shi Wuyou.
Upon becoming Supreme Lord, Shi Wuyou returned to Nine Heavens Mountain as his first action, challenging his father, the great estate owner.
No one knew the outcome of this battle. The only thing known was that after the battle, Shi Wuyou rested for several days before beginning a lengthy period of secluded cultivation for consolidation.
By now, seventy-three years had passed since Shi Xiaole returned to Nine Heavens Mountain.
Niu Dali and his wife even had great-grandchildren, while others such as Gui Nanyan, Ai Wenhong, Yang Feng, Qiao Yu, and the Mandarin Duck Sword Couple all had grandchildren.
The children of Gui Zhihang, Hua Yiyun, Chou Hentian, and others had long since made a name for themselves in the Martial World, forging a resounding reputation.
Especially the son of Gui Zhihang, whose talents surpassed his father’s and, alongside Shi Wuyou, Zhang Mengyun, and Yao Yuxuan, was called one of the "Four Great Prodigies." They successively dominated their era’s list of geniuses, and their stories were told with great admiration.
The entire Nine Heavens Mountain was bursting with talent generation after generation. Countless geniuses drawn to its reputation continuously joined, keeping the place always bustling and vibrant.
Many top powers could only look on helplessly and sigh.
Later generations divided the prosperity of Nine Heavens Mountain into three stages.
The first stage was the foundation-building era of Shi Xiaole. The second stage began with this period, marking the commencement of the most glorious and peak years of Nine Heavens Mountain.
Qu Wuyan had long planned to erect a statue of Shi Xiaole on Nine Heavens Mountain, but Shi Xiaole had always refused.
Shi Xiaole’s reasoning was that he hoped Nine Heavens Mountain would produce even more, even better leaders without relying solely on him. He left unsaid the latter half of his thoughts—that he was ultimately going to leave.
The eightieth year.
The increasingly inscrutable Shi Xiaole, sensing something profound, suddenly created Chaos Sword Valley and Life and Death Valley in two locations of Nine Heavens Mountain. Both places were filled with the rich essence of Chaos Sword Way and Life and Death Martial Way, for talented disciples who had contributed to Nine Heavens Mountain to comprehend.
Although these were merely creations of Shi Xiaole’s casual effort, his current strength meant that even if he wasn’t quite at the level of a half-step Void-breaker, he wasn’t far off either.
Even a Supreme Lord could gain enlightenment in these two valleys. Naturally, both places were regarded by countless people as the supreme forbidden areas of Nine Heavens Mountain.
After completing all these tasks, Shi Xiaole came to a certain peak to begin his first cultivation in many years.
The universe’s laws of heaven and earth in this realm were entirely different from his previous life; the difficulty of breaking through had increased by tens of millions of times. It was impossible to break through using Divine Martial Arts, so he had to find another approach.
Under Shi Xiaole’s influence, the three martial ways within his body circulated and transformed, dividing the space he was in into three parts.
The next moment.
Two of the Qi presences suddenly disappeared without a trace.
If one’s eyes could penetrate the veil, one would be shocked to discover that Shi Xiaole’s Life and Death Martial Way and Demon Martial Way had disappeared from his sea of consciousness, as if they had never existed.
Over the years, Shi Xiaole had successively obtained Shi Xuanzhong’s "Dividing Body Technique," Wu Xuanyu’s "Reincarnation Technique," the "Reforge Technique" left by the Oblivion Blade Ancestor to the Meng and Shi clans, as well as many classics observed at Moral Mount.
He sought to amalgamate all of these, creating a path to break through the void that would suit himself best!
Looking at the three-inch chaos sword in his sea of consciousness, Shi Xiaole faintly saw that path clearly.
"Are you leaving?"
On the plum tree in the small courtyard covered with snow, wearing a white fox fur coat that made her skin appear even whiter and more radiant, Xi Xianglei hugged Shi Xiaole from behind as he stood in the yard.
After many years of happiness that nourished her, the world’s foremost beauty had become even more beautiful and voluptuous. Her devilish figure wrapped in the fox fur was enough to distract any man’s gaze.
"Why do you ask?"
Shi Xiaole said.
"I just feel it,"
Xi Xianglei murmured.
Shi Xiaole in front laughed, turned around, and embraced his wife, "If I could, I would want to stay by your side, Yunxi’s, aunt’s, Wuyou’s, and everyone else’s forever. But some things must be done; parting is for an everlasting reunion."
Xi Xianglei closed her eyes, and two streams of tears fell from her eyes.
After so many years together as husband and wife, how could she not hear the grave undertone beneath Shi Xiaole’s seemingly casual tone?
And if Shi Xiaole was bracing for something so serious now, just how terrifying must the opponent he faced be?
"Witch Queen, thank you for your care over these years. I am deeply grateful,"
Shi Xiaole’s voice suddenly rang in Xi Xianglei’s ear, shocking her as if struck by lightning.
"I know you’ve recovered your memory a long time ago, but you pretended to be confused on purpose because of factors like age and seniority. Witch Queen, why bother? You and I truly love each other, and there’s really no need to care about the opinions of others."
"You, I—I don’t know what you are talking about,"
Xi Xianglei’s face flushed red as if stained with blood, and she turned and rushed into the house, leaving Shi Xiaole laughing loudly in the courtyard, dispelling the sorrowful air of farewell.
The next day.
Only a select few knew that the great estate owner had left, but no one knew where he had gone.
