Chapter 241: Blind Sword Immortal

You and the Empress's Immortal Body are sustaining increasingly severe Dao injuries.

Willpower sustains you both as you keep fighting.

Fortunately, the world does not hold that much despair; in the era after the Nine Immortals fell, at last living beings have risen against the tide and ascended to the Immortal Realm.

"Fortunately, we waited."

You and the Empress look at each other and smile; you are weary, need a long sleep, and at last someone can replace you, holding this front.

In your sight, a figure steps out of the Star Ring Realm, treading upon the starry sky.

Black silk wraps his eyes, and he bears nine swords.

"What a strong Sword Intent."

You cannot help but exclaim, "Just after the breakthrough, the Sword Intent's strength already rivals the Flaming Sword Immortal; truly, circumstances forge heroes."

The Empress smiles, "Stronger is also fine; although the Black Mist has been weakened considerably, it still poses a threat."

In an instant, the newly risen Sword Immortal with black silk‑wrapped eyes appears before you.

He bows and thanks, clasping his hands, "I, on behalf of Heaven and Earth's beings, thank the two Daoist Friends."

"No need to be formal."

You wave your hand, "From now on it will be your hard work."

The Dao injuries on you and the Empress are nearly uncontainable; perhaps you can only protect the True Spirit to accompany Chuan into Reincarnation.

The Sword Immortal says, "I have not yet asked the two Daoist Friends for their titles."

"Human Race, Sangyu."

"Nine‑Tailed Fox, Jiao."

You and the Empress report your Dao titles; when asked for his, he merely smiles faintly.

"I have been blind since childhood, abandoned by kin and friends, nameless and surname‑less, yet fortunate to have learned the Sword Path and achieved modest success."

"The world praises me as the Blind Swordsman."

Such a person, having reached the pinnacle of the world, can still unswervingly wield the sword to protect the world, worthy of a Sword Immortal's spirit.

You smile, "From now on I am no longer a swordsman, but a Great Sword Immortal."

"Xia Zi Sword Immortal?"

He laughs heartily, "I actually like such a vulgar name."

You caution, "When facing the Black Mist, be extra careful, keep to your true self, and do not let it invade your mind."

"The only way to eradicate the Black Mist is to slice and seal it, send it into the purification Grand Array, and transform it into Chaos material."

You hand over all the fragmented matters to the Xia Zi Sword Immortal.

"Very well, I shall remember."

He jokes, "If you cannot see, you will not fear; having seen much Darkness, you will not despair."

"As long as my sword stands, the Black Mist shall not advance a single step."

This is the Xia Zi Sword Immortal's pledge.

"I hope there will be a day we can fight side by side again."

You admire the Xia Zi Sword Immortal's spirit, yet you also know that a day of fighting side by side is unlikely.

After handing the front over to the Xia Zi Sword Immortal, you and the Empress entered the Star Ring Realm.

Inside the Star Ring Realm, devastation stretches as far as the eye can see.

In so many battles of attack and defense, many cultivators guarding the Star Ring Realm have been slain by shadows, and the purification Grand Array was nearly destroyed.

Yet the living beings remain tenacious and unyielding, holding the Star Ring front.

The affairs of later ages are beyond you and the Empress; you leave the Star Ring Realm and enter the Star Realm.

The Nine Major Star Regions stretch boundlessly.

"Is this the world where Chuan resides?"

You sigh, gazing at a violet Star Domain that the world's beings have named the Ziwei Star Domain.

Chuan's unfinished destiny lies there.

You both arrive again in the Mundane World.

The Mundane World is vast, inhabited by myriad beings, strikingly similar to the Great World you come from, yet with many differences.

Living in such a world might hold a different kind of joy, perhaps?

You have fought for the Human Race all your life; the Empress has constantly contended with the Ancient God Clan; now, you both only wish to enjoy a moment of peace.

You take out the crystal‑clear CloudHeart.

"Cloud, what do you think of this world?"

Qi flows between Heaven and Earth.

You smile, "It seems the Cloud is quite satisfied here."

The Empress draws Chuan's sword and, imitating you, asks, "Sword Spirit, what do you think?"

After speaking, she chuckles to herself, "The Sword Spirit, she will definitely be wherever the master is, she will think to be there."

You and the Empress stand atop a high peak, overlooking all beings.

The vital energy on your bodies is gradually dissipating.

You were not born in this realm, yet you have earned Heaven's Will's recognition; you gather Heaven and Earth's Qi to grant the Cloud and the Sword Spirit a sliver of reincarnation chance.

They will be reborn here.

They will achieve fulfillment here.

In the final moments of life, you chat casually, "Empress, if we later forget each other, will we become enemies?"

"Probably."

The Empress smiled, "After all, at first you really couldn't stand me."

Thinking back to that time, you also find it funny, "Isn't that right? Back then I was constantly berating you, Fox Spirit."

"Luckily I didn't mind."

The Empress pursed her lips, "In our Fox Clan, calling someone a Fox Spirit is a compliment; I'll take it as you praising my charm."

At the moment of death, you and the Empress exchange the harshest words once said, now calmly, the old grudges long melted.

Some things, some words, are all fleeting as clouds.

You will not forget the bond forged between life and death, nor the hardships you endured together when Chuan was absent.

Even if briefly forgotten, those memories will be etched deep in the soul, influencing you.

"Then… goodbye?"

You waved at the Empress.

"Hmm, goodbye."

The Empress smiled in response.

In your sight, her form grew increasingly translucent, and your consciousness grew ever more hazy.

This is your final farewell.

……

Nine-phase World.

Demon Abyss.

Mo Sangyu awoke from seclusion, the dream that had lingered in her mind completely vanished.

After a brief daze, a sting pierced her sea of consciousness.

A flood of memories surged into her mind.

The previously vague dream became crystal clear at this moment, accompanied by numerous insights into the Dao of Heaven and Earth.

"Indeed! Is it all true?"

Regarding the link between dream and reality, Mo Sangyu had long anticipated it.

"Me and Jiao Jiao are that close? That's troublesome."

"Pfft pfft pfft."

"Why did I just call out Jiao Jiao?"

The intense emotions in the memory caused Mo Sangyu's mood to constantly fluctuate.

"Besides Jiao Jiao the Fox Spirit, there's that White Lotus Flower in the clouds, and that Xiao Ya Huan, all are vexing matters."

Given Mo Sangyu's temperament, she now feels everything is tangled beyond repair, so she can only take one step at a time.

"First, let's return to Qingyun Prefecture's Lin Family."

"In the end, there will be a result."