Chapter 105: The Heavenly Sword Art

【From the End Times, Alone Cutting Through Ten Thousand Ages】

Is there truly no way out?

A thread of despair rose unbidden in Fang Shi’s heart.

Is this what a transcendent immortal is like?

The plan is a chain of interlocking moves—each step calculates a hundred ahead.

No matter how Fang Shi chooses, he will step into the demon’s trap.

Like an insect caught in a spiderweb, no matter how it struggles, it will ultimately die without a burial place.

After he successfully coerced Taimora using edicts, he appeared calm on the surface.

In truth, his heart swelled with triumph.

He thought immortals and gods were nothing special—mere mortals with great power.

As long as you find their weakness, there’s no reason to fear them.

But now, facing the inner demon, he had absolutely no room to resist.

Fang Shi’s original idea was simple: use the edicts of Blue Star.

Punish the inner demon, and let himself escape this disaster.

As for the leak of his rebirth secret, he no longer cared.

Who knew the Inner Demon Dao was so peculiar?

It could bypass edicts and pose a real threat to him.

No!

Something beyond just the Inner Demon Dao must be at work.

The reason gods didn’t do this is simply because the benefit wasn’t great enough.

Those gods were unwilling to pay the price.

If the profit were large enough, they would become like the inner demon.

They would sacrifice ninety-nine percent of their primordial essence to kill him.

Fang Shi had finally been careless, underestimating the power of immortals and gods.

“I absolutely cannot give up easily—I survived three years of the end times.”

“How could I die just four months after being reborn?”

The cruel, violent voice of the inner demon sounded again: “Fang Shi, stop calling out to Taimora.”

“My ears are about to grow calluses. Don’t even think about fateless beings or other such nonsense.”

“You’re just a mortal—how could you truly understand the gods and the myriad immortals?”

“Taimora’s former self, Taiji, during a war long ago,”

“was severely wounded in the soul by the Supreme One-Yuan Nine-Qi Blessed Heavenly Official.”

“Thus, she failed to detect Moanda’s treachery.”

“She was eventually killed by Sulun, and only then did Taimora split off.”

“Do you know why? Because she was too arrogant.”

“She dared to excessively absorb the power of the fate rules.”

“It angered the Blessed Heavenly Official—only because of Luoshanda’s face did he spare her life on the spot.”

“What is little Taimora, really?”

Fang Shi, watching the green longsword draw nearer, said calmly: “Is it still possible for me to sign a contract now?”

The inner demon laughed heartily: “Of course it’s still possible, of course—I’ll sign it right now.”

“I’ve already thought up the terms: when I ascend to the pinnacle, I’ll help you ascend too.”

“Ten contracts, a hundred contracts—I’ll sign them all for you.”

The more Fang Shi listened, the heavier his heart sank—the more casually the inner demon treated contracts, the less likely they were to be fulfilled.

Contracts, in truth, are only tools to bind the weak.

To sages and those of that caliber, they’re worth less than toilet paper.

Whether to honor them depends entirely on one’s character.

Sword intent! Sword intent! Sword intent!

What exactly is this? Why is the record in the Sword Art manual incorrect?

Did Senior Brother intend to harm me? Or is it because I’ve spent too little time in the Heavenly Sword Sect?

Did I never truly obtain the true inheritance?

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No!

None of these things are key—I seem unable to change the situation no matter what I do.

The inner demon is destined to surpass me,

Even if I master Sword Intent levels four, five, or six.

The inner demon’s power will always be greater—no matter how you look at it, this is an unsolvable situation.

Ultimately, my strength is insufficient—if I were strong enough,

Strong enough to shatter the Inner Demon Dao, why would I even care about a petty inner demon?

Fang Shi refused to believe the Inner Demon Dao was truly invincible.

This Dao could never replicate a being surpassing its own upper limit.

Violent fluctuations of magic power erupted from Fang Shi’s body.

He had made up his mind: if he couldn’t win, he’d die with a glorious blaze.

To fight with all his might until death—this would leave no regrets.

“Ha! You’ve finally decided to fight to the death!”

“But it’s useless.”

“I’ll make you die even faster.”

The green longsword suddenly accelerated—Fang Shi hadn’t even finished preparing.

It crossed the distance between them and was about to strike his skull.

“You two, chattering so loudly, you won’t let me sleep in peace.”

Suddenly, a distant voice echoed within the soul realm.

The green longsword, just one centimeter from Fang Shi’s skull, instantly dissolved into streams of scattered energy.

Violent winds whipped across his forehead.

Fang Shi’s soul body was struck hard, suffering direct injury.

“Your soul has suffered damage. Your spiritual sense has decreased: 15 → 8.”

“Who are you!” the inner demon cried in fury.

Just as success was within reach, a stranger had appeared to block him—anyone would burn with rage.

Especially since the inner demon had paid such a massive price, losing ninety-nine percent of his primordial essence.

How could he not be shocked and enraged?

The inner demon feared—fear of the mantis catching the cicada while the oriole waited behind.

All his hard work becoming someone else’s gain.

And such a scenario was highly likely.

Because the inner demon had sensed that the newcomer was also a transcendent immortal-level power.

“Who am I?”

In the dark soul space, sudden brilliance blazed forth.

Infinite light converged, and a figure appeared between Fang Shi and the inner demon.

He was a young cultivator, carrying a longsword, noble and radiant.

Especially his pupils—shaped like sharp blades.

Not only that, even the blood vessels in his eyeballs resembled countless tiny blades.

Linked end to end, they formed a chain, finally merging into the blade-shaped pupils.

“Disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, pays homage to the Ancestor.”

Fang Shi jolted awake, forgetting his soul’s grievous wound.

He hurriedly bowed before the young cultivator.

He had recognized him—this young cultivator was the Heavenly Sword Sect’s founding ancestor.

Identical to the stone statue he had once sworn before.

“I had no intention of appearing, but you two are too restless.”

“A tranquil soul realm has turned into a battlefield.”

“Oh!” The inner demon finally calmed, sneering: “I thought some immortal had descended.”

“Turns out it’s just a sword intent.”

“Fang Shi, I didn’t expect you carried a heart-sword within you.”

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“Too bad, none of this can save your life.”

“He’s your old ancestor from the Heavenly Sword Sect, yet I didn’t read any information about the Heavenly Sword Sect.”

“It seems your Heavenly Sword Sect still has powerful immortals.”

“But you’re not enough!”

With a final shout, the Heart Demon taunted the Heavenly Sword Sect’s old ancestor.

As if utterly unafraid of the old ancestor’s attack.

The Heavenly Sword Sect’s old ancestor showed no anger; he glanced at the Heart Demon: “The Heart Demon Dao is indeed stronger than the Heart Demons of the Heavenly Demon Sect.”

“Yet it’s still fundamentally a Heart Demon, and even more aligned with the Dao—its potential is truly limitless.”

The Heart Demon chuckled: “Since you’ve recognized my identity…”

“Dare you still stand in my way? With just this sliver of sword intent, you cannot block the Heart Demon Dao.”

“That previous strike already drained most of your strength.”

“Otherwise, with the ferocity and brutality of a sword cultivator, why would you waste words with a mere Heart Demon like me?”

The Heavenly Sword Sect’s old ancestor spoke calmly: “The rules of the Heart Demon Dao are indeed formidable.”

“Especially a complete Heart Demon Dao—I’m nowhere near its level.”

“But a fragmented one? Not worth a glance.”

“Have you ever considered that maybe I’m just a kind-hearted person?”

“I pity you, this Heart Demon that has consumed ninety-nine percent of its primordial essence!”

The Heart Demon snarled: “Ninety-nine percent? So it’s true—you’ve been awake all along.”

“You let me exhaust my strength, then come to reap the fruits.”

The Heavenly Sword Sect’s old ancestor sneered: “Who’s as narrow-minded as you?”

“I have only my own Dao—why should I walk another’s path?”

The Heart Demon chuckled: “Anyone can speak sweet words. But when facing the Dao of the Cosmos, who doesn’t yearn for it?”

The Heavenly Sword Sect’s old ancestor spoke calmly: “I don’t yearn for it.”

“The Dao of the Cosmos isn’t some treasure.”

“Once, Donghuang Taiyi, lord of the Fire Great World, died mysteriously because of it.”

“Only a Heart Demon like you, ignorant of fate, would think it’s a prize.”

As the Heavenly Sword Sect’s old ancestor spoke, a rare sense of satisfaction stirred within him.

He had once been tormented daily by a fool who cursed him for not understanding fate.

He had been so miserable—unable to fight back, forced to endure it.

Wasn’t it just because he knew more? How condescending.

Now a foolish Heart Demon had appeared; mocking it brought him immense relief.

No wonder that fool always looked like this.

The Heart Demon laughed, even more arrogantly: “You say I don’t understand fate?”

“Ha! Do you think I’m some trash Heart Demon from your world?”

“My knowledge and strength are beyond your imagining.”

“Step aside quickly. Don’t waste my strength needlessly.”

“Otherwise, I will invade your world.”

“While capturing the Heart Demon Dao, I’ll also slaughter your entire sect.”

The Heavenly Sword Sect’s old ancestor’s eyes lit up: “Good, good. Go quickly. If you don’t, your Heart Demon Dao will remain fragmented—you’ll never advance another step in your life.”

The Heart Demon grew even more furious—he still had no certainty.

Though the old ancestor’s aura was slightly weak, it also carried a vibrant vitality.

It would be best if he could avoid direct confrontation.

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Too bad, the Heavenly Sword Sect’s old ancestor was unmoved—he seemed determined to protect Fang Shi.

“What good does it do you to stall here?”

“Remember, once the Heart Demon Dao’s rules are enacted…”

“Either the Heart Demon dies or is driven out, or the one afflicted by the Heart Demon dies.”

“Your stubborn resistance is meaningless.”

“Fang Shi must come to me eventually.”

The Heavenly Sword Sect’s old ancestor spoke calmly: “Then wait. Didn’t you say he was tricked by sword intent?”

“I’ll teach him now. When he learns it, you two can fight again.”

The Heart Demon grew even angrier—he was born of darkness.

Once wrath ignited, it burned endlessly.

Before Fang Shi, he had merely feigned anger.

This time, the Heart Demon was truly furious.

He now realized: the Heavenly Sword Sect’s old ancestor was the greatest stumbling block on his path to supreme heights.

An invisible, formless force began to emerge within the mental space.

The dark mental space grew even darker.

This was the last sliver of his primordial essence—he acted with ruthless decisiveness.

Since words failed, let strength decide.

“Hmph!”

The Heavenly Sword Sect’s old ancestor let out a cold snort, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

Threads of sword qi began to swirl around the blade, forcing the surrounding darkness to retreat.

Just as the two stood locked in stalemate…

The Heart Demon suddenly laughed: “Fine, fine. I accept your terms.”

“You may teach your disciple the sword intent slowly.”

“But I warn you—only the First Realm. Beyond that, I won’t allow it.”

“That would be denying me any chance at survival. Our victory or defeat is still uncertain—don’t force me to fight to the death.”

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The Heavenly Sword Sect’s old ancestor nodded: “Our Heavenly Sword Sect has always triumphed over stronger foes.”

“This disciple of mine is utterly worthless.”

“He can’t even defeat you—he brings shame to the Heavenly Sword Sect.”

“For the sake of our sect’s honor, I certainly won’t teach him the Second Realm of sword intent.”

The Heart Demon made no reply: “I hope you keep your word.”

The Heavenly Sword Sect’s old ancestor turned to Fang Shi: “Did you hear what we said?”

Fang Shi bowed respectfully: “Disciple understood.”

“Don’t bring further shame to the Heavenly Sword Sect.”

“If you do, I’ll teach you a lesson myself—no need for the Heart Demon to lift a finger.”

“Disciple understands.”

“Good. I’ll now teach you the core inheritance of the Heavenly Sword Sect—the Heaven and Earth Sword Art.”