Chapter 899: Outbreak

Sword Seed?

Although Tang Zhao was currently absent-minded, hearing this keyword made him involuntarily 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 suit.

It was the rift, the rift that had already been sealed, which now showed tiny wrinkles.

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

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 observed by the careful.

Therefore, they were not bright in the night sky, but rather, they had a chance of being discovered during the day.

And even that was only a small chance.

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

After the rift had sealed, the sealed wrinkles stood out, as if they had rainbow-like colors.

These lights were like Sunlight shining on the surroundings, 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 filled with confusion, seeing so many Sword Seeds flying out made his heart shake violently.

Ever since he had been ambushed by the White-haired Swordsman and his Sword Seed had cheated to save him from danger, 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, yet the Sword Seeds among them could still be counted on one's fingers.

Xue Xianyun also had 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.

Over so many years, all he possessed was the one Sword Seed that had entered his body. There was also the Gathering Treasure Sword he had 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 a Sword Seed from it. There were no others.

This was not because his luck was bad or he hadn't tried 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 single 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, later generations would find it easier to get started wielding the same sword.

Therefore, in the Human World, ordinary swords were generally passed down intact from generation to generation; at most, one would find a Sword Master to clean them, but they would not be dismantled and recast to restore the state of a Sword Seed.

Moreover, new Sword Seeds were rarely discovered in the Human World, and when they were, they often changed hands until they were eventually taken and monopolized by large factions.

This was also the reason why there were few Sword Masters in the Human World; Sword Seeds were too scarce, and Sword Masters had no opportunity to practice, especially small Sword Casting sects. A Sword Master could count the Sword Seeds they obtained in a lifetime on their fingers; 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 could never have imagined!

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

Tang Zhao was a relatively restrained person, but he was not a person without desires. He appeared not greedy only because he didn't want many things, or because he could easily obtain them, making them seem not precious. Once he encountered something he truly wanted and couldn't get, 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 Master 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; a portion of the exploding Sword Seeds was already rushing toward his face.

"Sword Seeds! Sword Seeds!"

At this moment, noisy human voices rang in his ears; some were shouting and yelling, some sounded like they were 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 wasn't 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 didn't often see such scenes. They hadn't even expected before they came that they would encounter such an eruption at the end of the tide.

The hearts of the Sword Guests, who had just been full of fire and intent 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 resembled a life-and-death battle.

They are coming, then I...

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

Light speed!

His Sword Image was originally a streak of light, which could directly turn into a Sword Art—Light speed. And the characteristics of the 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 Sunlight shining brightly 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 wouldn't touch those Sword Seeds that were gathered together, refracting light, emitting starlight, and being 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 about, made him focus 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 the voice of Li Yijian.

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 ring out from overhead, clear and resonant, saying: "In the name of the Acting City Lord of Moyun City and the Vice Governor of Yunzhou, I inform all my comrades-in-arms: 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 merit. I guarantee with my reputation that it will be open and fair, with absolutely no favoritism! 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 on the spot!"

The scene suddenly went quiet.

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

He had already collected six by now, which was enough; he could do Sword Casting 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 whether it was surface or hidden merit, he still restrained himself.

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

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

At this time, the field was already in chaos. Those Asura had taken advantage of the great chaos just now to counterattack, and some had fled. There were even two or three Sword Guests who had fallen under the counterattack, and it was unknown whether they were dead or alive. The formation of three-person squad containment and multi-person focused attacks that Tang Zhao had built just now was completely ruined.

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

The battle finally settled down.

Tang Zhao looked at the gradually quiet battlefield, his mood gradually calming down; because it was too quiet, the excitement from just now dissipated, and that feeling of confusion, as if he had lost his crutch, quietly arrived again.

His mind and spirit began to tear apart once 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 the Suiyu must be helping us. This piece of Suiyu was forged by the sages to help the Human World resist the Heavenly Demons; at its core, it exists to help Humans, so naturally, it stands on our side. Then, is it not reasonable that it would trigger a miracle today to save us?"

If that were the case... when those cities of Qianjin City were destroyed in the past, why did the Suiyu not manifest 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 just 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 passing the mission of repairing the Suiyu on to him?

This kind of thing... is it possible to do?

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 Suiyu?

Thinking of this, Tang Zhao suddenly felt goosebumps.

Although he was not afraid of taking responsibility, having a task that felt so grand—as if it traversed time and the heavens 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 said suddenly.

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

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

But the mind of a youth is fickle, so it did not pay it any mind and said directly, "So whatever you take, you deserve it, 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 escaped the notice of this Sword Hero; feeling slightly embarrassed, he finally lowered his head and said, "This subordinate has been instructed. Many thanks, General."