756: Chapter 197_1 756: Chapter 197_1 A sword stroke passed, and Feng Shi’s avatars shattered one after another.
With each avatar destroyed, a crack appeared in the altar until it finally collapsed completely, turning to dust.
At the foot of the mountain, only Feng Shi’s original body remained, still in a fleeing stance but before he could take to the air, he had no more chances, falling to the ground with eyes still filled with disbelief.
Until death, he could not believe that he had been killed by someone merely at the Stepping Sky Three-fold level.
It was utterly preposterous!
Not even an Immortal reincarnated could accomplish such an absurd feat!
His eyes were bewildered as his body shattered like porcelain, pieces flying into the Dark Tide and instantly corroded by it into ash, vanishing in a flash.
There was absolutely no possibility of revival.
The mountain wind blew by, and Su Huanian swayed.
The Immortal Sword in her hand clinked as it fell to the ground, the Spirit Immortal Sword, its Artifact Spirit no longer able to condense, the entire sword emptied and its Sword Light dimmed as it hit the ground.
Su Huanian was certain that Feng Shi had completely perished, her body swayed, and she fell.
The Green Bird cried out, bearing the pain as it took flight, supporting Su Huanian beneath her to ensure a steady landing.
A greyish white strange light flickered simultaneously on Su Huanian and the Green Bird.
Feng Shi was dead, but the curse that had fallen on them had not yet been completely cut off, though it was now a source without roots.
The Channel Spirit Sword Grass on Sword Mountain fluttered in the wind, pushing aside the Dark Tide and drawing wisps of strength into Su Huanian and the Green Bird.
Slowly grinding away the curse on their bodies.
In the midst of the Dark Tide, neither stars nor sun nor moon could be seen, nor could the passage of time be discerned.
After an indeterminable period, Su Huanian hummed softly, awakening, and sat up with her eyes opening.
The Channel Spirit Sword Grass wrapping her hand naturally unfurled, the grass giving off a faint blue light illuminating Sword Mountain.
Su Huanian looked around, then with a flick of her finger, a current of water lifted the convulsing Green Bird, allowing it to float in the air next to her.
She then picked up the Immortal Sword and walked down Sword Mountain, her gaze falling on the items left behind by Feng Shi’s shattered remains.
Half of Feng Shi’s treasures had been annihilated by her sword.
The other half corroded by the Dark Tide, leaving only an inexplicable bead and a constantly writhing mass of Golden Liquid.
The bead was unfamiliar to Su Huanian, and she could not sense any aura from it, as if it were a mere mortal object.
Without touching it hastily, she pointed her halberd finger and a Sealing spell fell upon the bead, gathering it into a solitary Storage Bag.
Her Storage Bag showed not the slightest sign of corrosion in the Dark Tide.
The Dark Tide related to Divine God Souls and Intention, and as Su Huanian’s Divine God Soul resisted the Dark Tide, being refined by her and retaining her Intention, none of the treasures would be destroyed by the Dark Tide.
Like the clothes she was wearing.
On the other hand, Feng Shi’s Divine God Soul Spiritual Intensity wasn’t strong enough, and he was merely holding off the Dark Tide with the power of the sun; all his treasures were immediately corrupted when exposed to the Dark Tide.
This bead was either powerful enough on its own or originally belonged to the Mystery Yellow Cave Heaven.
After securing the bead, Su Huanian’s gaze fell upon the mass of Golden Liquid, which was the result of the molten Sun.
Originally refined into Feng Shi’s body.
But only rudimentarily assimilated, there was no time to thoroughly refine it, and now with Feng Shi’s death, the Golden Liquid had instead been left behind.
Assuring herself that there was nothing like wills or Divine God Souls in the Golden Liquid, Su Huanian used her Immortal Sword to lift the Golden Liquid and return to Sword Mountain.
Her body still afflicted with the stubborn grey-white curse, Su Huanian gazed at the curse, looking at the central wound in her chest with fretted Eyebrows.
Sword Mountain was unparalleled in killing, but not adept at healing, only able to grind down the curse with sheer force.
If He were by her side, she could harness He’s Phoenix True Fire to refine the curse, but it wasn’t a good idea to leave Sword Mountain while severely injured.
Even without enemies on the way back to Baiyun Palace from here, it was still likely to encounter formidable undead in the midst of the Dark Tide.
Alternatively, she could retreat and summon the Power of the Divine God Souls from her past life, which would surely eradicate the curse instantly.
This curse had a strong foundation, lamentably Feng Shi was not proficient in its cultivation—perhaps he had not truly practiced in eight thousand years.
This curse was almost self-destructive, who would be willing to become a puppet for others?
Walking to the mountain top, a small white cloud hopped and skittered; it was He’s Sword of Letter Transmission, which had already delivered the Mystery Yellow Order and was now waiting for Su Huanian’s reply.
The white cloud carried a strand of power from Baiyun Palace, and could be transmitted back instantaneously as soon as Su Huanian activated it.
Su Huanian took the white cloud, and it sank, heavy with contents inside.
Her previous special status and tension hadn’t given her a chance to notice this.
With a gentle tap, the cloud expelled a small mirror.
Once her Divine Sense touched it, she recognized the renowned name of the mirror.
Sunyu Treasure Mirror!
This treasure mirror was a catalyst that, when infused with Water Element True Origin, could unleash an extreme Divine Skills.
Using water like fire, its wondrous uses were infinite.
This Treasure Mirror was excellent, but it was not suitable for the recent battle; the fires kindled by her True Yuan were not enough to kill a Heaven Seven-fold practitioner.
Following the Treasure Mirror, there was also a piece of Jade Bone accompanied by a Cultivation Technique.
Su Huanian smiled faintly, her husband had gained much in Baiyun Palace.
This nameless Cultivation Technique was extremely suitable for her, and if she could integrate it with her Swordsmanship, her Combat Power would surely increase to a higher level.
Su Huanian tucked the Jade Bone close to her, and after some consideration, placed the previously collected Golden Liquid into the white cloud, along with a stalk of the Channel Spirit Sword Grass.
After a thought, she extracted a spark from her forehead and dropped it into the cloud.
With a gentle push, activating the power of the cloud, it turned into a white light and shot through the Dark Tide directly to the southeast.
Sword Mountain offered no obstacle to the coming and going of the white cloud; it was accustomed to this.
Presumably, in the Ancient Times, Tan Tai and Baiyin communicated frequently in this way.
Friend Tan Tai had only Baiyin for company.
Having dispatched the white cloud, Su Huanian went straight to the cottage.
This cottage might appear ordinary, but each straw was interwoven with Sword Intent, with any straw capable of being refined to cut down the sun, moon, and stars.
Even enlightenment of world-shocking Swordsmanship could be found within these straws.