Chapter 514: I Hope You Never Have to Use It

"An image left behind in the sword!"

The scenes before their eyes flashed by one after another, followed immediately by an endless mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with a figure holding a Blood-colored Long Sword, stirring up boundless slaughter.

Wherever they passed, not a blade of grass remained; everyone, regardless of age, was cut down by their sword.

Upon picking up this sword, after being invaded by the killing intent within it, one would completely degenerate into a killing machine, with nothing left in their heart but infinite bloodlust.

Wherever their gaze fell, it became a target for their slaughter. Truly, wherever the sword light reached, blood flowed for a thousand miles, and for ten thousand miles, there was no sign of human life.

And the aura on the sword grew increasingly terrifying with the constant slaughter; merely the aura leaking out was enough to make those who saw them tremble with fear, their legs shaking.

The strength of the person wielding the sword also became stronger and stronger amidst the constant slaughter. The person and the sword had completely merged into one, their auras perfectly blended together.

This swordsman, once the most dazzling of that era, a genius of the sword path admired by countless people, had by this moment become the one with the heaviest burden of slaughter.

At the same time, that increasingly powerful aura gradually began to attract those old monsters who had already awakened. They were cruel and bloodthirsty, and they loved nothing more than to hunt down such geniuses and experts of the era.

In a bloody battle, the person wielding the sword was nearly broken, yet they stubbornly cut down one opponent after another, as if they did not know the meaning of fatigue.

Slaughter and blood not only made them constantly stronger, but also nourished the wielder's body, allowing them to recover quickly from being on the verge of death from grave injuries.

Even with each successive grave injury, their power, strength, and technique improved rapidly through the constant challenges, becoming an existence that even those awakened old monsters found troublesome.

This was the struggle of an era, and also its most brilliant blooming, causing great trauma to those old monsters who had awakened from their slumber.

These last experts of the era, knowing they would surely die, forged this sword; it was an absolutely bloodthirsty sword.

They knew the terror of this sword, and they knew even better what it meant, but they had no choice.

They knew even more clearly that they, these people of immense strength, were like candles in the darkness, attracting crazy beasts.

Even if they tried desperately to hide, they could not hide at all; the phenomena of heaven and earth brought about by every breakthrough following the Spirit Qi Surge were things they could not conceal even if they wanted to.

After the sword was successfully forged, their intention was to let the wielder display their aura to the fullest, attracting those old monsters to come.

Using the sharp blade they had painstakingly forged to kill those old monsters who were wreaking havoc on the world—killing even one counted, and even if they only killed one, they considered it a gain.

They knew even more clearly that even with the blessing of this sword, it was nothing more than a moth flying into a flame. In the end, they would all be torn to pieces by those old monsters.

Yet they still had to do it; they had to let out their own roar. To let those people know that they could not be bullied, and even less could they be humiliated!

Therefore, whether it was the one who forged the sword, the one who sacrificed to the sword, or the one who wielded the sword, they were all merely seeking death.

Knowing it was certain death, they still had to face it, and they had to bite off a piece of flesh before they died.

"What a truly shocking battle!"

In the final battle, the sky was completely torn apart. On the pitch-black sky, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and the area for ten thousand miles around was left in ruins.

Three figures were locked in a fierce struggle above the night sky, with infinite power venting out along their respective weapons.

The terrifying power enveloped everything and also scoured everything. Like a doomsday flood, it submerged everything that could be submerged. Wherever it passed, it was a complete mess!

Such a battle, even if one only saw the recorded image, even if only a few frames flashed by, was still enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Peering through a tube to see a leopard, Shen Yu knew very well that he was likely still far behind these people.

One day, he would also have to face these people. He wondered if he would have enough power to protect himself by then, and how many people he would be able to protect.

In the end, the fate of the three was unknown, and the sword blade fell into the great river, embedding itself in the rocks at the bottom.

The sound of the sword ringing out was like a mournful cry; it was clearly also severely damaged.

At the end of the image, the Spirit Qi Surge seemed to have ended, and an elderly man in his twilight years tremblingly entered the bottom of the river to retrieve this sword, then sealed it here.

That old man was so similar to that high-spirited swordsman who had wielded the sword.

Only, at this moment, his eyes were clear, no longer as bloodthirsty and violent as before, and at the same time, his cultivation was near zero; clearly, this strength had long since vanished.

It was also possible that the previous battle had left him with no cultivation at all, but at this moment, his Mental Power was unexpectedly powerful.

The loss of all his strength did not plunge him into depression or lethargy; instead, it seemed to let him see through everything, making his Mental Power strong enough to resist the temptation of this sword.

Likewise, that powerful Mental Power was also the supreme weapon he used to set up the seal and resist the Sword Qi.

After sealing the sword here, the old man stood before it and muttered to himself, as if whispering something.

"So this is the Spirit Qi Surge, hahaha, if I had a choice, I would not choose to live on in disgrace; a real man dies when he must!"

Looking at the sword he had sealed here, the old man paused for a long time.

"Even if this sword is sealed here, it will eventually break free one day. Let me do one last thing, to fight for a glimmer of hope for those who come after!"

"I wonder if those who come after will be able to resist it. Once this sword is unleashed, it will inevitably stir up a storm of blood; I only hope that you will never have to use this sword!"

With a faint smile, the old man stepped closer to the Blood-colored Long Sword, then completely let go of his mental defenses, and was thoroughly swallowed by the Sword Qi blooming from the sword body.

In the dark, Shen Yu seemed to see a wisp of Mental Power attaching itself to the sword body. It gave this bloodthirsty sword a trace of humanity.

The sword body trembled slightly, and the sound of the sword echoed in the palace, as if bidding farewell to its first master.

From then on, the image on the sword completely disappeared, and the scene before his eyes returned to the one Shen Yu was desperately resisting.

"A glimmer of hope, so this is the fundamental reason why Mu Zishan was able to break free back then!"

At this moment, Shen Yu was in constant conflict with the Blood-colored Long Sword, and he was still struggling to hold on.

When Mu Zishan drew the sword back then, both his strength and Mental Power were far from being comparable to Shen Yu's.

At that time, the ceiling of strength was not even the Transcendence Realm, let alone the True Soul Realm. Mu Zishan was very strong back then, but he had not yet surpassed the limit.

By the True Soul Realm, Mental Power had already transformed, not to mention Shen Yu, who was at the peak of the True Soul Realm.

Therefore, Mu Zishan back then did not immediately resist the invasion of the Sword Intent and fell, but Shen Yu gritted his teeth and held on.

Coupled with his Haoran righteous energy and the various auxiliary abilities he had obtained from checking in, he was able to hold on until now.

Shen Yu himself knew very well that if this stalemate continued, his situation would not be very good.

But just at this moment, as the two sides' Mental Power were constantly fighting and clashing, Shen Yu suddenly felt a grand Mental Power appear on the sword body, which made him somewhat enlightened.

This was the Mental Power left behind by that person at the very end; it turned out that what he had just seen was not an illusion.

This Mental Power was vast and righteous, as if it had already transcended everything.