Chapter 410: A Sword Reversal

"Little imp, are you about to give out?"

Wu Shan Tonglao also sensed that the Burial Spirit Domain was becoming increasingly unstable.

"Your Divine Power is strong, and this palace likes it; after you die, I will strip it from your soul and make it part of me."

"Little imp, die with honor."

Wu Shan Tonglao spoke, growing more ferocious, transforming from a delicate little girl into a hoary old crone with white hair,

and then turned into a towering tree.

Law Power stirred rolling tides within the Burial Spirit Domain, as if to shatter it completely.

Both sides continued to face off.

"Puff—!"

In the end, Lin Chuan was the first to collapse, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The Burial Spirit Domain shattered along with it.

"Die!"

At the moment of shattering, the vines formed by Wu Shan Tonglao surged from all directions toward Lin Chuan, bearing the raging Law Power, unavoidable.

At the same time, the second True Body rushed again to Wu Shan Tonglao's side.

"A sword that cannot kill—no matter how bizarre, what of it?"

After several exchanges, Wu Shan Tonglao had figured out that this duplicate was merely a defensive waste, incapable of attacking.

Just then…

A terrifying sense of crisis surged.

"Burial Spirit Domain, cross to the other shore."

At Lin Chuan's soft chant, the third True Body that had been beside him was instantly transferred to the second True Body's side.

Mediation of Creation!

A ray of light fell upon the second True Body's sword.

Swish!

A sword slash.

Wu Shan Tonglao's lingering soul burst forth; the sword, originally without lethal force, easily cleaved her into two, and her entire Physical Body was sealed.

This is Mediation of Creation!

Mediation of Creation wields the power to create from nothing and break the principles of heaven and earth.

It directly reverses the second True Body's Sword Intent.

Does not kill living beings?

But it is not entirely incapable of killing.

While Wu Shan Tonglao was wounded, Lin Chuan again opened a small Burial Spirit Domain, abruptly binding the Primordial Spirit that Wu Shan Tonglao tried to flee with.

Only at this moment did Wu Shan Tonglao feel a shiver from the depths of her soul.

The oppressive feeling this young man gave her, like a master of her soul, made her unable to muster even a hint of resistance.

She was completely and firmly suppressed.

"Huh—"

Lin Chuan exhaled a sigh of relief; at least it wasn't so shameful as to have to resort to shaking people.

Defeating a Void God Realm powerhouse after so many realms is still very difficult; this was only possible because Wu Shan Tonglao was unfamiliar with his techniques,

and lost because of the intelligence.

If Wu Shan Tonglao had any precaution, his chances of winning would be slim.

Fortunately, he won.

Wu Shan Tonglao now no longer displayed any arrogance, being filled with confusion and fear.

She doesn't understand how she lost?

She clearly had the victory in hand, the opponent never had a chance to resist before her, yet a single move turned the tide.

"You! What kind of deity are you, really?"

Wu Shan Tonglao's soul, imprisoned, shouted.

At that moment she suddenly realized that this person was certainly not a youngster; even though he exuded a youthful aura, an old monster certainly dwelled within his soul.

"You need not worry about who I am."

Lin Chuan stood atop the black tide, looking down at Wu Shan Tonglao's soul, and said, "Now I'll give you a chance."

"What do you mean?" Wu Shan Tonglao frowned.

"If I let you fight for all beings, sacrificing yourself against the shadow life, would you be willing?" Lin Chuan asked.

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

Wu Shan Tonglao didn't understand why the other suddenly asked these things.

How does this involve Black Mist and shadow life?

What does that have to do with her?

If the sky fell, a tall one would hold it up; she is merely a petty Void God Realm, while above her stand countless True God powerhouses and many aspiring Immortals.

Even genuine Immortals.

She never imagined going to the Black Mist battlefield.

"Answer my question."

Lin Chuan stared into Wu Shan Tonglao's eyes; she felt endless pressure, as if being gazed upon by an Immortal.

"I…"

Wushan Tonglao trembled and said, "If one day this world truly is about to fall, I will go to fight."

When the nest is overturned, there are no intact eggs.

She naturally knows this principle.

But before that, she would never go; a dead Daoist Friend does not die, a poor Daoist does not die.

"Understood."

Lin Chuan was not very surprised by Wushan Tonglao's thoughts.

It seems that most demonic cultivators share similar thoughts; the main force of the Black Mist battlefield ultimately remains those super powers.

"What exactly do you mean?"

Wushan Tonglao was completely bewildered.

Lin Chuan smiled, "I am forging a sword and need to gather the power of all beings; you are lucky to have been chosen."

"I'll give you a chance to become one of the manifestations of beings on my sword."

"If you are willing to merge into my sword, I can grant you one wish."

If you don't accept, Lin Chuan doesn't mind.

This was originally a test; each has its own aspect.

Wushan Tonglao suddenly felt less fearful, "Can you first tell me why you are forging such a sword?"

The sword left a deep impression on her.

A sword with abundant Sword Intent yet no killing power is unheard of.

Lin Chuan smiled, "It doesn't hurt to tell you; my sword only cuts Black Mist, not living beings."

"Then why was I cut?" Wushan Tonglao asked.

"Because it cuts another version of you," Lin Chuan said.

"……"

Wushan Tonglao was silent.

At this moment, she also guessed the identity of the person before her, "You are a reincarnation of an Immortal, right?"

Apart from the Immortal reincarnations that fell in the Black Mist battlefield, she could not think of anyone else who could have such enlightenment, intending in the Legend Realm to break a sword that only cuts Black Mist.

"You can understand it that way."

Lin Chuan nodded.

"Then my loss isn't unjust; getting tangled with you, I blame myself for being short‑sighted."

Wushan Tonglao's pride was instantly soothed.

The other side had already let her go; she herself came to the door to deliver death.

"I accept."

Whether horizontal or vertical, it's death; Wushan Tonglao suddenly understood—she once was a person with a kind heart, who thought of protecting relatives and friends, not twisted as now.

Perhaps by choosing to forge a sword for an Immortal, she could cultivate some Merit, so that in the next life she won't be so miserable.

If she had a choice, she would also want to be with her beloved.

"The person I once thought of constantly, what was his name again?"

Wushan Tonglao had already forgotten him.

To forget him, she kept torturing herself, finally achieving her wish.

"Can you go see him for me, ask if he still remembers me?"

Wushan Tonglao thought it over, she only had this one wish, that was her sole obsession.

Originally she wanted to cultivate to the strongest, personally confront that person, kill his junior sister with her own hands, annihilate his entire clan, and ask if he regrets.

When the moment of truly facing death arrived, she instead felt at peace.

Everyone is forced; what is there to resent?

Perhaps everything was already predestined.

The regrets of this world always end up being far more than