Chapter 640: Chapter 276: Astonishing Sword Power, Peak Sword Saint (Part 2)
Suddenly, everyone thought the Sword Saint’s slight movement was just a reflex of the flesh driven by obsession and wouldn’t truly come back to life. After all, once one is dead, the lamp goes out; how could one possibly resurrect from death?
With Ye Xiaofan’s frantic calls, seeing the aged silhouette move only to fall into dead silence again, even the Sword Saint’s disciple gradually lost his sanity.
Ye Xiaofan lowered his head, looking at the Blood Spirit Pearl and "Godslaying Sword Technique" in his hands, his eyes extremely disoriented, muttering to himself: "Master, look, this is the Blood Spirit Pearl, a Holy Artifact nurtured by the Blood Forest Sea for thousands of years. They say if Master takes three of them, it can break through the cycle of life and live a second life."
"Master, even if the Blood Spirit Pearl doesn’t work, we still have the ’Godslaying Sword Technique.’ Look, it’s the most terrifying inheritance within the Godslaying Sword. Sister Luo said, as long as we have the ’Godslaying Sword Technique,’ Master can glimpse life and death, take that step. I believe Sister Luo; she wouldn’t deceive me."
"Master, Sister wouldn’t deceive me. Please open your eyes and look at Fan’Er. I’m Fan’Er, Master, your Fan’Er."
With continuous muttering, Ye Xiaofan’s heart fell entirely into despair, for despite his efforts to awaken the silhouette, there was no trace of life sensed from Dugu Nan.
Gradually, despair seemed to grip Ye Xiaofan’s heart as well, his excited voice gradually softened, eventually disappearing entirely atop South Peak.
A lonely child finally lowered his hopeful head, eyes seeming to lose all spirit.
This scene touched many people, especially Luo Qingxian and others, who almost had red eyes. At this moment, the two silhouettes atop South Peak were like castaways of a great era; not only had the Divine Sword Sect abandoned this master and disciple pair, it seemed the whole world had abandoned them.
Now Ye Xiaofan, utterly despondent, even after trying so hard, still couldn’t see the Sword Saint one last time.
For a moment, the boy who walked out from deep within the mountains had two clear tears slowly falling from his eyes.
Yet just as Ye Xiaofan’s heart completely died.
Suddenly, he felt an unexpected chill on his face at a certain moment as if something brushed past his skin, cold to the utmost yet striking him like lightning.
It was an old hand, dried and withered to the extreme, silently caressing the boy’s face, seemingly brimming with endless affection.
Feeling that familiar old hand, Ye Xiaofan’s entire body shivered violently. He slowly lifted his head, looking towards that silhouette.
At this moment, the aged silhouette still showed no trace of life, yet those weathered eyes had unknowingly opened, gazing at him full of kindness.
"Ma... Master...?"
Seeing Dugu Nan resurrected, Ye Xiaofan’s heart exploded as if struck by thunder. He grasped that frozen hand firmly, eyes instantly filled with joy and excitement.
In that instant, countless cultivators looked stupefied, aghast.
"What?"
"Impossible, hadn’t the Sword Saint already passed away? How could he still regain consciousness?"
Witnessing the aged silhouette open its eyes, every cultivator giant was utterly shocked and incredulous.
This is also why endless giants swung their slaughter blades even knowing that silhouette had fallen. Entering the Saint Realm touched the Great Dao, and even after passing away, the body had to be destroyed, the Profound Sea annihilated, the obsession obliterated.
After all, the cultivation realm is an era full of unpredictability. Only then can those in the Saint Realm and above truly vanish from the world.
But such unpredictability is almost negligible within the cultivation realm. It’s merely that the Sword Saint had planted a heart demon too terrifying within the hearts of past enemies, hence the unrelenting destruction of his corpse when his successor’s aspirations to return were severed.
Truly upon the resurrection of that aged silhouette, cultivators throughout the Hundred Broken Mountain Range appeared as if they’d seen a ghost.
As Dugu Nan opened his eyes and caressed the boy, innumerable ancient giants on the brink halted their steps, eyes filled with shock, staring intently at that part of the world.
"Could a mere obsession still achieve such a miraculous return to life?"
"How is this possible? How could a young Sword Cultivator reach such heights?"
"My god, what terrifying level has his Sword Dao reached? Could he have already touched upon the opportunity to live a second life, only failing to take that step?"
Countless ancients halted outside the endless mountains and rivers, entrenched in a state of death yet astounded by such supernatural occurrence.
And the resurrection of the First Generation Sword Saint undeniably stunned and deterred many ancient giants, all in disbelief as they gazed upon South Peak, their breaths suddenly frantic.
Not only the recently revived ancients, even contemporary giants seated amidst wind and snow were thunderstruck, eyes wide with panic and terror.
Amidst the staggering change in expressions of hosts of people, atop South Peak, the master and disciple saw nothing, as if the world consisted only of the two of them.
Lifeless Dugu Nan looked at the returning boy, his aged eyes showing no joy, only endless heartache, helplessness, worry, and pallor.
The First Generation Sword Saint gently caressed the boy’s cheek, gazing skyward with a deep sigh, closing his eyes and speaking as though questioning the heavens, lamenting fate’s tyranny, full of helplessness: "Is it truly impossible to resist destiny?"
