Chapter 130: Decisive Battle (6) New Members Join the Group

【Random Sword Immortal completed: Floating Light World Sword Immortal — Hen Bie Li

Learned to recognize swords at three, first glimpsed the human way of swordsmanship at five, achieved minor mastery by ten;

At twelve, entered the discipleship of the Southern Yang Immortal, becoming a Sword Sect member;

At thirteen, entered the Qi Nourishment stage, entered the Sword Pool and found a companion sword, Jin Huan, thereafter living in symbiosis with the sword, cultivating true qi to nourish it;

At seventeen, left the sect to return home, encountering great chaos in the world.

At twenty-seven, returned to the sect, his sword heart clouded by dust, cultivation reached the Void-Seeing Realm.

At thirty, his sword heart became crystal clear, achieving the Post-Heaven Sword Body.

At one hundred and thirty, became a Dao partner with Jin Huan.

At two hundred, reached the Dragon-Trapped Realm.

At seven hundred and thirty, ascended to the Floating Light Immortal Realm.

At one thousand three hundred and seventy-two, his method sword shattered.

At three thousand three hundred, comprehended the interweaving of worldly Dao and principle.

Beside his ears, a mysterious voice seemed to murmur.

"No matter how you define or characterize a sword, its essence is a tool of slaughter, an extension of its wielder's will. Why must one hold a sword to sever existence and non-existence? At the peak of cultivation, one can sever life, sever time, sever cause and effect, sever chaos."

"Sword Dao? The Dao of creation and destruction—ha ha ha ha!"

"The Heavenly Dao operates, all things remain constant—thus born, thus destroyed. Merge your body into it, touch it and let go, carve out a thread of life."

The sword immortal's lifetime flashed before Su Lin's mind like fleeting reflections, not recorded in his memory, nor absorbed from the immortal's recollections, but as if an external, instantly readable memory pack had been added—every memory related to the sword, every ability tied to it, could be browsed within it.

'Strange feeling.'

Su Lin thought to himself.

Su Lin temporarily gained the accumulated lifetime of this sword immortal—his sword techniques and cultivation—but it would last only one hour; after that, all memories and insights would vanish, leaving nothing behind.

"Sword, come!"

Su Lin's voice thundered across heaven and earth; he raised his palm skyward, clenching one hand in empty grasp, his eyes brimming with endless swordlight.

Buzz buzz buzz—

Sword intent surged from within, warping, shattering, then resealing the space.

Every living thing in the world felt as if a sword rested upon their necks, fear rising from their hearts.

Inside the second temple structure.

Nodens, the Bronze and Fire Long Wang, was covered in wounds, gasping heavily, his lower jaw shattered and slowly healing; beneath his feet lay the body of a silver giant dragon, its form dissolving into light particles, with seven different blades embedded in its head, wings, belly, and tail.

"Hm?"

Instantly, the Seven Sins trembled and shot skyward with a whoosh.

He looked up—darkness choked the heavens.

"Swords?!"

A flood of swords, dense as locusts, converged toward the highest hall.

Sharp tearing sounds pierced the air; those before the Dawn Hall looked up to see swords gathering from all directions.

Shuā shuā shuā——

The rain clouds summoned by the Ocean and Water Long Wang and the Sky and Wind Long Wang were obliterated by sword qi; the brilliant Milky Way and bright moon reappeared in the sky.

Under the glow of a full moon, the blades shimmered with faint silver light, like a celestial river, dazzling beyond compare, breathtakingly beautiful.

Kleine strained to use his Faceless One ability to suppress his urge to curse.

Within the chat group:

Kleine: "This damn—"

Kleine: "Our Sect Master is truly incredible!"

Lu Mingfei: "Mom, someone's cheating here."

Ye Fan: "What's going on? Looks pretty flashy."

Ye Fan: "What's this pressure? Insane—I feel a sword at my neck!"

Zhongli: "He's become an immortal."

Ye Fan: "?"

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "Bro, I want to buy a cheat. @Su Lin"

Han Li: "."

Han Li, on an island in the Chaos Star Sea, stared blankly at the chat group's messages and livestream—when we clinked cups back then, didn't we agree to follow the traditional cultivation path together?

Zhongli: "These sword intents—I feel… they're not his own."

Zhongli: "Though unquestionably, Su Lin possesses immortal power, I seem to see another person—those sword intents… not ordinary immortals. Be careful."

Zhongli, multitasking, controlled both his physical body and historical projection in battle, frowning as he studied Su Lin's current state before him—the radiant god Su Lin locked in combat.

He shook his head; Lu Mingze's chances of winning were slim.

Zhongli glanced at Gungnir in his hand—even if the mission failed, it wasn't without gain; this spear had been generously gifted to him by Lu Mingze, and the immortal arts cultivated in other worlds had been validated.

His eyes shimmered with divine power; he resolved to gamble everything. Outside Earth, a spear surpassing all prior creations began forming at its tip—Zhongli shifted from offense to defense, channeling all his energy except that required to maintain defense.

To honor the contract, Zhongli would give his all, unleashing a final attack.

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "Like an elder spirit possessing him? I'm familiar with that."

Ye Fan: "You sneaky admin—where've you been hiding your elder spirit all this time?"

Su Lin: "Everyone sit. No 6. Watch me."

The swords converging into a flood poured down like torrential rain, splitting into two streams, each streaked with swordlight, striking Kleine's historical projection and Zhongli's side.

Strange runes emerged on the scales of the Serpent of Fate; it bit its own tail, forming a circle, activating its Path of Fate ability.

In the blink of an eye, everything returned to the state before the sword rain fell; then Su Lin looked up, and there was no longer any flood of swords—only dark clouds and falling raindrops.

'Calling for swords again would be awkward.'

Holding this thought, Su Lin slashed with his Han Bafang sword, sending out a blade of light. Though the Serpent of Fate was merely a historical projection, it sensed the threat before Su Lin's strike, activating its abilities: Sequence Two "Prophet" and Sequence Three "Chaos Walker."

It altered the probability of Su Lin's strike landing.

Swish——

The cold, deadly blade-light unfolded like a drawn curtain, expanding rapidly; the moment it appeared, the entire sky trembled. With a piercing sword cry, heaven and earth exploded. From Dawn Island as the origin, half the Earth's population witnessed the darkness of the sky illuminated in an instant by the blade's radiance—until seconds later, that streak of light flew beyond Earth.

Leaving aside the floating battlefield of Dawn Island, at this moment, the world was silent.

In brightly lit cities and villages with only a few lamps, after half a minute, countless blade lights arrived one after another, and human voices returned to the cities.

"This world is definitely not as simple as just having dragons! This is a Xuanhuan World! Angels, deities, dragons, sword immortals?!!"

"Dragons, Odin, Quetzalcoatl, the Serpent of Fate, the Sword God, the God of Light, Aba Aba… hahaha… incredible!"

"I want to cultivate! I want to cultivate!"

"What's with that Eastern sword immortal who looks just like the God of Light?! Did he just summon another God of Light?!"

"Probably a clone or the same person… gods are like that, right? That handsome god had clones too."

"Is anyone from Shushan here? Is this your sect's how many-th exchange student with the Western Divine Realm???"

"Don't tag Shushan—our temple's abbot was invited for tea."

"I think whoever wins, humans can just vote. These gods can summon clones—what a joke."

Fate—cut!

Cause and effect—cut!

Chaos—cut!

Su Lin crossed through layers of spatial barriers.

The Silver Serpent abandoned interfering with Su Lin himself and instead began making itself "luckier," rewriting reality by reloading the moment Su Lin was about to land an effective attack.

Inside the chat group

Aside from the combatants, everyone else was utterly absorbed in the livestream—even Luffy, who usually paid little attention to anything else, sat on the prow of the Golden Lion, his jaw hanging comically low, his eyes bulging almost out of his head.

At this moment, an abrupt group announcement appeared in the chat.

【Chat Group Notice: Zijin Shenlong, Yi Leina, Zhang Chu'an, Song Shuhang have joined the chat group】

Everyone froze—new members had joined now.

Ye Fan rubbed his chin; it had been nearly a year since the last new member joined.

He thought back—how long had it been since he himself joined? Six months, wasn't it?

Why were new members joining less frequently now?

No one spoke in the group; everyone was watching the livestream.

Only Lu Mingfei was wondering whether he should welcome the newcomers.

Though his future self and his younger brother were out there, brotherly and harmonious, he himself was currently quite idle. Come to think of it, some cowards hadn't shown up—he'd sneak in after this battle and clean them up.

Zijin Shenlong: "What kind of multiverse chat group is this? What the hell is this noise in Dragon Elder's head?"

Zijin Shenlong: "Who's messing with Dragon Elder? Don't let Dragon Elder catch you, or you're done for! If you're male, I'll castrate you a hundred times; if you're female, I'll drag you out and do it a hundred times—a hundred times!"

Zijin Shenlong: "Hear me? Come out and kowtow to beg forgiveness! Surrender your possessions and treasures—I'll forgive you and take you as my servant."

Yi Leina: "Mind your manners."

Zijin Shenlong: "Oh~ Name says you're a little girl. Girl, smile for me."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, who had been observing from the sidelines, watching his teacher refreshingly clear the temple and fly toward Old Lu for the peak match, froze, staring blankly at the group messages.

What the hell is this Zijin Shenlong?

Ye Fan's lip twitched; seeing this thing in the group, his spine shivered. Without showing it, he glanced sidelong at the Black Emperor, rolling around in source stones and various spirit herbs.

"If only a holy sect's holy prince or princess came to serve tea and fan us, it'd be perfect," the Black Emperor shook his fur and said: "Woof! What do you think, Ye kid?"

Even things like this can join the chat group—the multiverse lives up to its name.

Song Shuhang: "Another chat group? This is way better than QQ, hehe. I'm Song Shuhang, just entered the Cultivation Realm—did you guys accidentally add the wrong person?"

Around ten p. m., Song Shuhang was preparing with his Pekingese, King Dou Dou, at the Nameless Temple to welcome Bai Qian's emergence from seclusion, when suddenly another chat group appeared in his mind—apparently a stream-of-consciousness one. The Cultivation Realm was truly keeping up with the times—no, it was even ahead of modern technology.

Zhang Chu'an: "QQ? I prefer WeChat."

Zhang Chu'an: "Is this chat group some kind of ability or technique? Truly groundbreaking! Nothing like those old-fashioned creations."

Song Shuhang: "I'm used to QQ. Wait, hold on—I just got my master stolen!"

Zhang Chu'an, in his hotel room, rubbed his head in confusion. He had no idea what this mysterious chat app was or how it suddenly appeared in his mind. He was about to chat up that strange-looking person to gather info, but he claimed his master had been "stolen"? Can masters even be stolen?!

He stared at the high-tech-looking interface in his vision, rubbed his temples—who the hell made this? Kinda cool.

Huh?

Zhang Chu'an squinted at the group member list: Ye Fan, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, Han Li—those names felt familiar… Oh right, characters from a novel. Damn, there's even a Pirate King—these cultivators are pretty trendy.

Wait—

What was the original group join notice again? Zhang Chu'an scrolled the chat group to the top and saw one line: "This group aims to foster friendly exchanges across different worlds, crossing world barriers."

Zhang Chu'an closed the chat group, turned off the light, and buried his head under the pillow.

"Haha, I must be exhausted today. Yeah, better sleep early. Tomorrow, I'll go to Biyou Village, hahaha."

He closed his eyes. Three minutes later, he shot upright, eyes wide. On the other bed, Feng Baobao said: "If you can't sleep, go get a massage. Don't disturb my nap."

Zhang Chu'an used his mind to reopen the chat group.

There were many messages.

Zijin Shenlong: "Other worlds? Wuhu! Dragon Elder is taking off!"

Yi Leina: "Seems kinda interesting."

Yi Leina was studying this novel thing with great interest, and from what others in the group said, it could actually travel to other worlds! Wow! She could see more novel things!

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "I'm more curious why so many worlds have that penguin. Seriously, please, I have no money left to top up Q coins."

Ye Fan: "The more you think about it, the scarier it gets."

Miss Kelaien: "Stop saying that, my spirituality is almost drained, I can't hold on, damn it."

Miss Kelaien: "This cheat is way too overpowered, can't win."

Lu Mingfei: "Hang in there, big brother with the top hat."

Miss Kelaien: "Lu Mingfei, shut up! @Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, get your teacher to possess you and make a Buddha's Fury Lotus with dual strange fire for a sneak attack!"

Miss Kelaien used Historical Projection to grant himself five minutes of false spirituality. Zhongli had previously sent him a message asking him to find a way to stall Su Lin. Miss Kelaien had just checked the livestream from Zhongli's perspective — he and Su Lin were locked in a fierce struggle. Miss Kelaien kept using his marionettes to flee, while Su Lin's main body chased relentlessly from behind. Fortunately, with the help of the Fate Serpent's projection, he was able to keep entangled with Su Lin.

But Will was ultimately not the main body. His strength was limited.

Zhang Chulan: "Everyone. Good fellows, heroes, are you guys forming a party to fight?"

Zhang Chulan saw the chat group had sent a few Cross-World Talismans. He had just tried to take one out, and it really appeared in his hand in reality. This proved that this chat group most likely truly existed, and the members inside genuinely came from other worlds.

These people seemed to be fighting some powerful opponent right now. If he remembered correctly, that Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan was the protagonist of a very popular book from the past two years. He had read some of it when he was bored, but hadn't finished it.

No way, are all these people Trapped in Dilemma?

Lu Mingfei: "Open the livestream section, click in and you can watch the stream."

Livestream? Zhang Chulan saw there was a livestream function. He clicked in and looked — four livestreams?

Lu Mingfei, Zhongli, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, Miss Kelaien.

He chose the perspective of a group member called Zhongli.

In an instant, the terrifying pressure and the murderous aura of the battlefield made him lose his soul in a flash. Every single hair on his body stood on end, his teeth chattered uncontrollably, his body wanted to tremble, but his muscles were all tensed and he could barely move.

'What is this?'

Never before — every single person he had met up to now, even that old Heavenly Master on Longhu Mountain, had never given him this kind of pressure. It felt like a sword at his neck, a sense of being surrounded by predators assailing his nerves, a sacred, vast yet incomparably scorching sensation enveloping him.

Powerless.

Boom—

"You kid, what's wrong with you today?" Feng Baobao had walked to Zhang Chulan's bedside at some unknown point and gave him a hard slap on the back.

"Nothing—" Zhang Chulan came back to his senses. Only then did he realize that that feeling of being there in person had faded considerably, and the Jin Guang Mantra had unconsciously begun to circulate.

'Fortunately, this is just a livestream.'

"Haha, just some other stuff. By the way, want to go get a late-night snack?" Zhang Chulan changed the subject.

"Yes!"

Zhang Chulan walked toward the door with Feng Baobao, but his attention remained on the group messages and the livestream.

Purple-Gold Divine Dragon: "Hit him! Hit that damn birdman!"

Purple-Gold Divine Dragon: "Lord Dragon hates birdmen the most!"

Zhang Chulan saw a handsome man holding dual pistols, wearing a white robe, fighting continuously inside a divine temple against four beings with six radiant wings on their backs. Those four looked identical — their features all carried some Eastern traits, but their contours had a Western stone-carving-like handsomeness.

Combat arts perfected to the extreme — powerful spells would appear out of thin air beside him with every strike. The opposing attacks came like a sudden downpour, yet he calmly blocked every single one.

"Not attacking first?! Show me what you've got!" One of the six-winged men actually spoke in Chinese. "Come and fight!"

Zhang Chulan: "What's the deal with the other side?!"

Lu Mingfei: "God of Light."

Purple-Gold Divine Dragon: "Smash him! Do other worlds have this annoying crap too?!"

Purple-Gold Divine Dragon: "Make your move!"

Zhang Chulan thought for a moment. For the sake of his patriotic feelings, and also to get closer to his group friends, he decided to chime in.

Zhang Chulan: "Hang in there! Senior Zhongli, we can't let these birdmen show off!"

Purple-Gold Divine Dragon: "Oh? You hate these guys too?"

Zhang Chulan: "Yeah, I hate just looking at this guy on the screen. I'm a Daoist cultivator, a proper disciple of Longhu Mountain — I really hate these foreign cultures!"

Purple-Gold Divine Dragon: "I like you, kid! If you need anything in the future, drop Lord Dragon's name — Lord Dragon is the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon!"

Zhang Chulan: "Hehe, words from the heart! Not to mention this guy on screen is being so pretentious. Senior Zhongli is completely in control right now — if he strikes, he'll definitely make him understand why the flowers are so red."

Zhang Chulan: "Too bad I'm not strong enough, otherwise I'd go to another world right now to lend Senior Zhongli a hand."

He had just seen one of those six-winged men slam down a spear of light, a pillar of light shooting skyward, the scene like a nuclear blast — yet all of it was blocked by this Zhongli.

Purple-Gold Divine Dragon: "Too bad Lord Dragon isn't at his peak, otherwise I'd go help beat up this birdman too!"

Lu Mingfei: "."

Ye Fan: "."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "."

Miss Kelaien: "6"

Lu Mingfei: "I solemnly declare that the above remarks have nothing to do with me. I was just giving an introduction."

Luffy: "Huh? Why do you guys hate Su Lin so much? Su Lin is a pretty nice guy, isn't he?"

Luffy: "No bullying Su Lin, or I'll help him beat you all up!"

Feng Baobao tilted her head in confusion at Zhang Chulan inside the elevator from the elevator door on the first-floor lobby: "Why ain't you walking no more? Your belly ain't hungry no more?"

Zhang Chulan stiffly forced a smile and slowly walked out of the elevator. Su Lin—

That name seemed to have just appeared somewhere.

He pulled up the chat group's member list. The name at the very top — 【Administrator】 Su Lin.

Zhang Chulan: "This Su Lin... and that handsome, good-looking six-winged one on the other side—"

Miss Kelaien: "Oh, that's his avatar."

Thud—

The hotel lobby

Zhang Chuyan knelt on the ground, his lips twitched twice, and he swallowed hard.

A miscalculation.

Ah, a miscalculation.

The Dragon Clan still has one chapter left; this chapter's content is light, mainly introducing a new group member. The next chapter is the final one, and it will mostly wrap up the Dragon Clan storyline. Readers who care about the Dragon Clan plot should hold off on subscribing until next chapter.

I'll stay up all night writing tonight to give it a proper ending.

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