Chapter 470

The long wind blew, sweeping across ten thousand miles.

The sword came from heaven; where to begin?

In front of the Xu family Ancestor Hall, gazes came one after another, all looking at the sky.

A worn-out, ancient wooden sword floated in the air, the surrounding space seemingly distorting; all appearances dissolved into nothingness, the surging sword light, like the immeasurable sun, fully displaying the Pure Yang merit.

"Pure Yang Chunyang Fa Jian, Lu Zu's True Merit!?"

Xu Jinzhao's expression changed drastically, his narrowed pupils filled with disbelief.

Even with the cultivation of the Celestial Master Great Realm, at this very moment, this true helmsman of the Xu family could not hide the shock in his heart.

He was too familiar with that sword; from youth until now, he had ascended Mount Zhenwu more than once, seeing this Chunyang Fa Jian on the cliffs of the South Xuan Palace.

That was Lu Zu manifesting his holiness, descending to the mortal world, leaving this treasure to display Pure Yang and save future practitioners.

This sword fell on Mount Zhenwu, winning it six hundred years of great fortune, and even producing a figure as supreme as Chu Chaoran.

"Pure Yang Sword... Pure Yang Sword..."

"That is Lu Zu's Chunyang Fa Jian... why would it appear here?" Xu Chengtian's expression also changed, a voice seemingly roaring in his heart.

Celestial Masters are known as the Pure Yang family, the highest combat power of the Daoist sects.

But Pure Yang Dharma treasures are the true foundation that has remained undefeated for thousands of years.

The two Celestial Masters of the Qiu family, even after Qiu Shangqing died, still had the confidence not to fear the ten directions, because Qiu Ancestor left behind the Changchun Sword.

The Ge family on Mount Zhenwu committed such rebellious acts, and the two Celestial Masters died, but they still had the hope of remaining immortal and continuing their incense, because Ge Ancestor left behind the Xuanxuan Jin Dan.

Celestial Masters have an end to their lives, but Pure Yang Dharma treasures are immortal.

Precisely because of this, Pure Yang Dharma treasures do not leave the mountain gate; this is common sense and also a rule.

However, the Pure Yang Sword of Mount Zhenwu appeared openly in Jinmen, appearing in the Xu family's ancestral land.

"Pure Yang Sword..."

At this moment, a monstrous wave was also stirred up in Zhang Fan's heart. The Pure Yang Sword that Mount Zhenwu brought down the mountain for him was not a replica, but the real one!?

No need to think much; on Mount Zhenwu, to be able to make such a decision, one could only think of Chu Chaoran.

This Pure Yang True Person had long anticipated that Zhang Fan would face this calamity; when the Xu Ancestor Sword rose, the Pure Yang would arrive.

Boom—

Just at this moment, the Xu Ancestor Sword gave a long cry, like thunder rising, like a dragon roaring, returning to heaven and earth, moving the soul-aspect.

On the ancient sword body, the mottled rust fell off completely, stars and clouds shining, finally revealing that three-foot sharpness.

In an instant, the entire Ancestor Hall was trembling, and everyone was dazed, as if seeing endless incense boiling.

The fortune of the Xu family was swaying along with the long cry of this sword.

Having offered the sword here for six hundred years, the Xu Ancestor Sword finally met a great enemy again.

"The sword is singing..."

Everyone in the Xu family changed color.

How many years had it been? How many years had the Xu Ancestor's Dharma lineage not heard this sword sing?

This is a Pure Yang Dharma treasure, self-aware and spiritual, requiring no activation; a single thought of life or death is the slaughter of heaven and earth.

Under that sword song, everyone's soul-aspects were trembling, resonating, all Dharmas silent, unable to control themselves.

Even with the cultivation of the Celestial Master Great Realm, at this moment, they stopped their hands, their expressions solemn, looking at the sharpness rushing into the sky.

Boom—

Suddenly, under the long sky, the Pure Yang Sword also moved.

A light hum rang out, as if in response.

Bang...

Two completely different sword hums seemed to stir up invisible fluctuations, colliding in the void.

Everyone was terrified, feeling a point of light appear before their eyes, expanding like a singularity.

Within that singularity hid endless life and death.

In an instant, everything before their eyes seemed to dissipate like smoke and clouds.

What Ancestor Hall, what main courtyard, what sword building, what Jinmen... all turned into nothingness.

A chaotic expanse, with only two sword lights, like two gods between heaven and earth, confronting each other, in a great battle.

Boom—

The Xu Ancestor Sword rose, and the world stirred with surging waves, rivers and seas flowing, the four seas overturning.

In a daze, one could see a point of blood staining the mountains and rivers.

That was the Flood Dragon Demon Calamity; throughout history, there had never been such a man who, with supreme Dharma, established a grand vow, traveling the world, governing water disasters, locking all the dragons of the vast sea, and slaying all the flood dragon demons of the rivers.

The sword body was stained with blood, and over long years, it turned into mottled rust, yet when the sword edge moved, it instantly transformed into endless star patterns.

All demons were terrified by it, all monsters chilled by it.

Where the sword edge pointed, flood waves rose with the sword, and the water veins of the world entered this gate.

At this moment, everyone was terrified.

Around the Xu Ancestor Sword, surging waves boiled, angry tides rolled, as if all the water veins of the world had received the decree and arrived.

In the rising and falling waves, hidden were terrifying, gigantic shadows, roaring, growling...

"That is the sharpness of the Xu Ancestor Sword, that is the might of the Xu Ancestor Sword..."

At this time, all the disciples of the Xu family were excited.

For the first time in their lives, they saw the sharpness of the Xu Ancestor Sword, all appearances merging, the Dharma power vast.

That sharpness is the divine might of the Xu Ancestor, and also the merit of the Xu Ancestor.

Iron pillars suppress the flood dragon for four hundred springs, Yuan clouds quench the sword to shoot at the stars, the alchemy furnace flies up the Jin Ling moon, splitting the nine locks to see the true heaven!

Rivers surge, miasma clouds turn, the Flood Dragon-Slashing Sword transforms into the vast waves, the Xu Ancestor descends to the mortal world, and the gall is chilled.

Rain flies, purple lightning rages, the Nine-Turn Dan swallows the sea sun, who does not know Xu Jiulang?

Boom—

Suddenly, the sword light of the Xu Ancestor rose to the extreme, the heaven and earth were vast, all submerged by the flood waves, all swept away by the river waves.

The light of the sun and moon went out, the sound of wind and thunder stopped.

In the universe, it seemed there were only the waves running and the water flowing.

"Pure Yang Sword!?"

Zhang Fan's heart stirred, and he looked up.

Suddenly, a long hum came from the endless waves, wrapped in ten thousand slaughters.

The Pure Yang Sword rose into the air like a great sun; in a daze, there seemed to be a phantom holding that sword, and where the sword Qi reached, it exhausted the mountains and rivers, traversing heaven and earth.

"The yellow millet is not yet cooked when the sword sings first, the Cloud Chamber teaches me the Demon-Slashing Sutra. A point of Pure Yang Qi turns nine times, the Dongting moon falls and the flying dragon roars."

Suddenly, Zhang Fan seemed to hear a loud, clear, and bright voice in his ear.

At this moment, the Pure Yang Sword and Lu Zu's intent were incomparably clear under the observation of his soul-aspect.

A dream of yellow millet, proving the Pure Yang Dao, traveling the North Sea in the morning and the Cangwu in the evening, a sword traversing eight hundred miles, flying across Dongting Lake; the old dragon woke up from a long sleep, looked up, and even the bright moon in the sky was slashed into the human world by that sword Qi.

Lu Zu Pure Yang was originally the supreme sword immortal of the human world!!!

The green snake in the sleeve walks through lightning, the dragon roar in the box carries the sound of thunder. The cloud pattern quenches the frost and snow blade, and the thunder fire refines the indestructible edge.

The three flowers gather at the top to visit Pengying, the five energies return to the origin to ascend to the Jade Capital. Ask the fame-seeking guests in the human world, who in the world does not know you?

Hum...

The Pure Yang Sword was like a great sun, sword Qi crisscrossing, like immeasurable light shining, and where it reached, the flood retreated, and the waves stopped.

That brilliant flame was like the Daoist True Fire, hanging in the sky, shining on the future.

The Dan method is natural, obtaining all its wonders, all things nourishing the beginning, mysterious and yet more mysterious.

"Lu Zu!"

Zhang Fan's mind was agitated, unable to control himself.

In the long passage of time, within the Daoist sects, within the Dan methods, how many stunning talents have appeared, but compared to true immortal figures like Lu Zu and Xu Ancestor.

The so-called Dan Dao masters, the so-called supreme geniuses, the so-called overlords and heroes... are no more than mayflies that appear briefly in the long river of time, just like the common people.

Boom—

All waters retreated, and the Xu Ancestor Sword trembled.

In the chaotic expanse, the soul-aspects of all Xu family disciples were affected.

They are passed down from the Xu Ancestor's Dharma lineage, naturally sharing glory and loss with the Xu Ancestor Sword.

The soul-aspects of the Xu family disciples began to sway like firelight in the wind.

If the realm is high, the degree is slight; if the realm is lower, the instability of the soul-aspect is more severe.

At this time, even powerhouses of the Celestial Master Great Realm like Xu Jinzhao, Xu Chengtian, and Xu Xuanxiao had slight disharmony in their soul-aspects.

"Hmm!?"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's soul-aspect keenly sensed that among the dense soul-aspects, there was one extremely inconspicuous soul-aspect that was not affected by the Xu Ancestor Sword at all.

Compared to other soul-aspects, its firelight was extremely weak, even appearing somewhat dim, like a wisp of starlight in the deep night sky.

At this time, not only was that soul-aspect not affected, but faintly, it was actually absorbing the firelight drifting from other soul-aspects!

"Xu Jiuliu!?"

Zhang Fan couldn't help but be moved, instantly recognizing that soul-aspect.

"The Xu family is an excellent specimen."

"The soul-aspect of the predecessor can influence the descendant; when something beyond the individual appears, it can innately restrain the Flood Dragon-Slashing Method."

"Breaking free from the cage of the Xu Ancestor's influence, that is a sword sheath capable of containing the Xu Ancestor's sword."