Chapter 386: 360 Eruption

Sword Seed?

Although Tang Zhao was currently absent-minded, hearing this keyword, he couldn't help but shudder and look up.

The sky...

There was nothing in the sky.

His gaze shifted, and seeing everyone else looking downward, staring at one spot, he followed their gaze.

It was the rift, the rift that had already been sealed, now showing small wrinkles.

From the wrinkles, pieces of Sword Seeds were gushing out.

The Sword Seeds were not sparkling or eye-catching like stars; on the contrary, they were as void as the shattered space itself. Only the light passing through them would be slightly distorted, allowing them to be detected by careful observation.

Therefore, they were not bright in the night sky, but rather more likely to be discovered during the day.

And even then, it was only a small possibility.

But at this moment, when a large patch of Sword Seeds erupted, it was exceptionally dazzling.

After the rift sealed, the sealed wrinkles stood out, appearing to have rainbow-like colors.

These lights shone on the surroundings like Sunlight, and those gushing Sword Seeds were the stars reflecting the Sunlight, creating a feeling of brilliant starlight when layered together.

Even though Tang Zhao was full of confusion, seeing so many Sword Seeds flying out, he couldn't help but be deeply shaken.

Ever since he was ambushed by the White-haired Swordsman and his Sword Seed turned the tide, he had never obtained another Sword Seed; the next time he saw Sword Seeds was in Xue Xianyun's collection. However, Xue Xianyun had a wall full of Empty Type materials, among which the Sword Seeds were still few and far between.

Xue Xianyun also needed to be meticulous when Sword Casting, even deliberating for several years, precisely because Sword Seeds were precious and could not be wasted at will.

To Tang Zhao, these Sword Seeds all belonged to Xue Xianyun; he could only feast his eyes on them, and even being allowed to practice with them was extremely difficult; in essence, they had nothing to do with him.

For so many years, all he possessed was the one Sword Seed that had entered his body. There was also the Gathering Treasure Sword he encountered on the way to Jianzhou, which was still in his hands and had not been specially processed; if he made up his mind to destroy it, he could dismantle it to get a Sword Seed. There were no others.

This was not because he was unlucky or did not try hard to collect them; it was truly because Sword Seeds were hard to come by in the Human World, and swords were also hard to come by.

A sword could facilitate the birth of a Sword Guest, and even if the Sword Guest died, the sword could be passed down, still capable of supporting a sect. And as a Sword Guest passed down their own Sword Art and Sword Intent insights, it was easier for later generations to get started holding the same sword.

Therefore, in the Human World, ordinary swords were generally passed down from generation to generation in their complete form, at most finding a Sword Smith to clean them; they would not be dismantled and recast to restore the state of a Sword Seed.

And the Human World rarely discovered new Sword Seeds; even when discovered, they often changed hands and were eventually taken and monopolized by major forces.

This was also the reason why there were few Sword Smiths in the Human World; there were too few Sword Seeds, and Sword Smiths had no opportunity to practice, especially small Sword Casting sects. A Sword Smith could count the Sword Seeds they obtained in a lifetime on one hand; how could they grow? Not to mention training apprentices.

However, at the Qianxian, Tang Zhao saw a large handful of Sword Seeds erupting.

How many were there?

Ten? One hundred?

In any case, it was a quantity he couldn't even imagine!

The starry Sword Seeds exploded before Tang Zhao's eyes, more dazzling than gold, flashing until his eyes were full of starlight.

Tang Zhao was a relatively restrained person, but he was not a person without desires. He appeared not greedy only because there were many things he did not want, or because he could easily obtain them, making them seem not precious. Once he encountered something he truly wanted and could not obtain, he would fight for it just the same.

And Sword Seeds were something he had always wanted and always lacked.

Without a Sword Seed, what kind of Sword Smith was he?

He even had friends who needed to obtain swords.

This was an opportunity!

Moreover, the eruption point of the Sword Seeds was very close to him. He didn't even have to take a step; some of the exploding Sword Seeds were already rushing toward his face.

"Sword Seeds! Sword Seeds!"

At this moment, noisy human voices rang in his ears; some voices were shouting and yelling, some sounded like crying or laughing, everyone was emotionally agitated, which was completely different from the sounds of slaughter on the battlefield just now.

Tang Zhao immediately understood: it was not just him who was shocked by this scene; those Sword Guests who had been at the Qianxian for a long time were equally shocked.

It stood to reason that even if they had been in Moyun City for several years, they could not often see such a scene. They hadn't even expected to encounter such an eruption at the end of the tide before they came.

The hearts of the Sword Guests, who had just been full of momentum and focused on besieging the Asura, were also in chaos. Countless people put down the Heavenly Demons at hand and rushed toward those Sword Seeds, erupting with a speed that looked like a life-and-death battle.

They are coming, then I...

Tang Zhao's heart stirred, and his Sword Image turned accordingly, a ray of light flashing in front of him.

Light Speed!

His Sword Image was originally a ray of light, which could be directly turned into a Sword Art—Light Speed. And the characteristics of this Light Speed Sword Art were, first, speed, and second, concealment.

Yes, concealment.

At night, his light was extremely dazzling, very suitable for showing off in front of others. But during the day, especially with the bright Sunlight today, his radiance had merged into the Sunlight, making it almost impossible to distinguish. So when he used Light Speed to transfer the flying Sword Seeds, it was equally elusive, and no one noticed.

Of course, he also knew he couldn't go too far. He would not touch those gathered Sword Seeds that were refracted by light, emitting starlight, and were very eye-catching. He only chose those that flew out individually, far away from the light source, and were almost unable to reflect light, because his Inspiration was high enough and the distance was close, so he could sense them and grab them quite covertly.

One... two...

The joy of the harvest, the secret pleasure that no one knew, made him concentrate at this moment.

Just then, someone shouted loudly: "Everyone stop, do not disrupt the formation, the Asura are not dead yet!"

It seemed to be Li Yijian's voice.

The noise in his ears quieted down a little, but then it became chaotic again; clearly, Li Yijian's words were not enough to suppress everyone's greed.

Then he heard Cui Yinsheng's voice ringing from overhead, the voice clear and resonant, saying: "In the name of the Acting City Lord of Moyun City and the Vice Governor of Yunzhou, I inform all comrades that whoever is fighting the Heavenly Demons on the battlefield at this time will receive at least one Sword Seed after the battle! The remaining Sword Seeds, along with other spoils of war, will be distributed to all comrades according to their merits. I guarantee with my reputation that it will be open and fair, with absolutely no partiality! Only those who leave the battlefield without authorization at this time are disturbing the morale of the army and ruining our overall situation! All will be treated as deserters, and I will execute them immediately!"

The scene suddenly quieted down.

Cui Yinsheng had commanded Moyun City for many years and had high prestige; although everyone was still reluctant, they had stopped their chaotic rushing. Tang Zhao also withdrew his hand and stopped the act of secretly collecting Sword Seeds.

He had already collected six by this time, which was enough; he could cast swords for many years, and wanting more would just be greed at work. Although if it were really distributed according to merit, he could take more regardless of his overt or covert contributions, he still restrained himself.

At this time, he heard Cui Yinsheng say: "Xiao Tang, please tidy up the formation again. Pull the momentum back."

Tang Zhao looked back, and it was that Pixiu jumping over from across the Yunhai; Cui Yinsheng's main body was still on the Jiangtai suppressing the formation. He hurriedly cupped his hands and said: "I obey the General's order."

At this time, the field was already in chaos. Those Asura were taking advantage of the chaos just now to counterattack, and some were running away. There were even two or three Sword Guests who fell under the counterattack, and it was unknown whether they were dead or alive. The formation of three-person small team encirclement and multi-person focused attacks that Tang Zhao had just built was all in disarray.

At this time, everyone was listening to Cui Yinsheng's dispatch and rushing to the battlefield; Tang Zhao hurriedly used Light Speed to mobilize, letting everyone return to their positions quickly. Everyone was also used to his mobilization and returned to the battlefield instantly, fighting in time. Li Yijian led several mobile Sword Guests to make key breakthroughs, attacking and strangling the Asura one by one.

The battle situation finally settled down.

Tang Zhao watched the gradually quieting battlefield, his mood gradually calming; because it was too quiet, the excitement from just a moment ago dissipated, and that sense of bewilderment, as if having lost a crutch, arrived quietly once more.

His mind began to tear apart again.

"What just happened?"

Behind him, the Pixiu Sword suddenly asked.

Tang Zhao turned his head, his face already expressionless, and said, "What?"

The Pixiu Sword said, "Just now, the Asura was about to break through the boundary; why did the rift suddenly experience Disappearance? Where did such a miracle come from?"

Tang Zhao said slowly, "Since it is a miracle, how would a Mortal know?"

The Pixiu Sword paused; its head, resembling that of a flood dragon, showed no expression, and it finally only said, "Is that so? I suppose it must be the Suiyu helping us, right? This piece of Suiyu was forged by the sages to help the Human World resist the Heavenly Demons; at its foundation, it exists to help Humans, so naturally, it stands on our side. Then, for it to trigger a miracle today to save us, is that not perfectly reasonable?"

If that is the case... when those cities of Qianjin City were destroyed in the past, why did the Suiyu not produce a miracle?

No one would ask this question, and no one would answer it.

The Pixiu Sword continued, "It is a pity that the Suiyu is broken after all. Think back to when this was our home field; the home field we relied on to contend with the Heavenly Demons and even turn the tide of the overall situation. If... the Suiyu could be repaired, how would we be trapped here, to the point of having to accept that extremely unfair agreement from the Heavenly Demons..."

Boom—

Tang Zhao could no longer hear what it said afterward. A flash of light had suddenly crossed his mind.

Repair!

That's right, this repair!

This vast Suiyu, shattered into thousands and tens of thousands of pieces, to the point that the Qianxian has become a scattered mess—does it not need to be repaired?

The fairy sister jumped into the rift of the Suiyu and repaired a rift with her own body; was this her mission?

Was the sentence she left behind leaving the mission of repairing the Suiyu to him?

This kind of thing... can it be done?

Suddenly, he remembered the moment he put on the Glasses, when thousands of voices responded in his ears.

Who was responding to the summons of the Glasses?

Was it those shattered pieces of the Suiyu?

Thinking of this, Tang Zhao suddenly felt goosebumps.

Although he was not afraid of taking on responsibility, having a task that felt so grand—as if it traversed time and heaven and earth—just fall onto his shoulders like this was truly chilling and...

Exciting!

"Oh, right, whether it was the rift-filling or the battle today, you deserve the first merit," the Pixiu Sword suddenly said.

Tang Zhao turned back and instinctively declined modestly, "I dare not."

The Pixiu looked at him in surprise; how was it that in just a moment, this youth's eyes were already full of bloodshot veins, appearing as if he were invigorated, yet also as if he were sorrowful?

But the mind of a youth is fickle by nature, so it did not pay it any mind and said directly, "So, whatever you take is deserved, but do not speak of it; it is not good for everyone."

Upon hearing this, Tang Zhao knew that his act of collecting the Sword Seed had not been hidden from this Sword Hero; feeling slightly embarrassed, he finally lowered his head and said, "This subordinate has been instructed. Thank you, General."