Chapter Twenty-Five: The Mad Song

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  Golden yellow skeletons scattered with sharp air, crystal clear bones, dry bone marrow can be seen.

  A skeleton sat cross-legged on the ground, its spine resembling a divine sword. Although it was just a skeleton, it gave Qi Tian a feeling of an earth-shattering aura.

  "Master, this is——"

  Yun Fei swallowed his saliva and said in a low voice that he had also discovered the skeleton, feeling somewhat shocked and intimidated by the atmosphere.

  Ming Jian Dao Ren bowed towards the skeleton and said: "Ming Jian, the 15th Master of Jian Feng, pays respects to his ancestors."

  "Ancestor!" Yun Fei exclaimed in a low voice, "Could it be, could this really be the Xuanjian Ancestor who has achieved enlightenment?"

  In the eyes of the Heavenly Twin, a divine light flashed, two yin-yang fish rotated and landed on the skeleton, this one is the Pre-Heaven Sword Body?

  The wine gourd didn't stop, Ming saw the Taoist finish his worship and drink a few more mouthfuls before turning around and saying: "After Xuanjian Zushi's passing, his remains were buried in the Cangshu Pavilion. The pre-heavenly sword energy of Xuanjian Zushi almost condensed into a sword infant, and the sword body was nearly indestructible, so even after 5,000 years, it still hasn't decayed."

  Yun Fei couldn't help but exclaim, "Even after 5,000 years, some powerful Daoists' bones would have long since turned to dust and vanished into thin air. How is it that the remains of the Xuanjian Ancestor still shine like a divine sword, radiating an aura that's impossible to gaze at directly?"

  "Also being a congenital sword body, I hope the ancestors can give you some enlightenment, Yun Fei!"

  Ming saw Dao Ren walk out of the Jade Gate, Yun Fei swallowed his saliva again, took a glance around, and then reluctantly followed him out.

  The Jade Gate closed, and in the Jade Palace, only Qitian was left alone.

  "Am I afraid?" Zitian muttered to himself, "I'm really scared."

  He let out a wry smile and walked up to the skeleton, its golden bones were as smooth as jade, sharp edges cutting through the air silently.

  After a brief hesitation, Qi Tian bowed his head and placed his hand on the skull's forehead.

  An invisible force pulled and tugged, the void in front of Qi Tian transformed, golden yellow edges burst forth, shrouding the world in front of him.

  Boom!

  Surging waves crash against the shore, this is a vast expanse of emptiness, the sea stretches out endlessly without bounds. Above the nine heavens, thunderclouds gather, covering thousands of miles of sky.

  Purple lightning flashes, like a large dragon, its tail swishing back and forth, thunderclaps shaking the sky.

  The sky was pale and white, this is an extremely terrifying world, with waves surging and rolling, as if it were the end of the world, where life does not exist.

  Recite

  Suddenly, a sword hum pierced through the air, shattering rocks and sounding like a dragon's roar in the nine heavens. A thousand-meter-high tsunami was split in two, as a dazzling golden sword light tore through the sky, breaking through emptiness and soaring into the clouds.

  The tsunami parted, revealing a stretch of ancient coastline. On the coast, a figure stood tall, its entire body radiating sword light as brilliant as the scorching sun.

  This is a young Taoist priest. The Taoist priest held his head high and laughed loudly, the sound of laughter rolling, even the turbulent waves were suppressed.

  A Taoist stood in front of him, with nine wine jars arranged in a word. The Taoist burst out laughing, pointing his sword at the sky, and his voice was clear and loud, but the thunderous sound could not suppress it, and let it resonate between heaven and earth.

  "What care I for the thunder of the Ninth Heaven? With a jar of wine, this life is not in vain!"

  Nine Heavens Thunderclap!

  Qitian's whole body shook, Xuanjian Ancestor!

  Rumble...

  The Taoist was unbridled, above the sky, where the thunderclouds rolled thousands of miles, yet a purple golden divine lightning bolt fell, piercing through the sky and penetrating the void.

  Laughter grew louder, Taoist's green robe fluttered and turned into a sword, pointing at the divine thunder.

  Boom!

  Divine lightning enveloped the coastline, and the earth within a radius of several miles turned to dust. On the coast, only one hundred-meter giant stone remained intact.

  Nine wine jars were intact and undamaged, the Taoist appeared in his true form, with sharp edges all over his body like a sword, golden yellow sword edges shining brightly. He laughed loudly, kicking one of the wine jars to pieces with one foot. The thick purple bamboo wine turned into waves of wine, which he swallowed into his belly in one gulp.

  "Ride the wind and waves! Come again!"

  The Taoist's laughter continued unabated. From the ninth heaven above, another divine lightning bolt descended, piercing through the void and once again submerging the Taoist.

  Lightning flashed like waves, the sword hummed incessantly. Amidst the lightning, a golden yellow sword light burst through the void, dispersing the thunderous energy. The Daoist's figure was like a sword, reappearing once more.

  With one kick, he shattered the second wine jug, and the wine poured into his throat. The Taoist priest burst out laughing again.

  "Ride on the back of a turtle and fish for a whale! Come again!"

  Crack!

  This time, the purple golden divine light of the Ninth Heaven Thunder was extremely prosperous. A giant thunder pillar that was as thick as ten people hugging together pierced through the sky and earth, making it seem like the heavens had been shattered, revealing a flowing dark void.

  "Not enough!"

  Laughter still echoed in the thunder column, sword light shattered the void, and the third wine jar was kicked to pieces.

  "Don't blame heaven and earth for being small! The way of heaven is like this, you're just this capable!"

  A Taoist's mad howl, the howling sound amidst sharp and fierce energy shoots up to the sky, transforms into an intangible sword of air, slashing through the void, merging into the thunderclouds thousands of miles away. Between heaven and earth, a single sword scar pierces through the void, connecting heaven and earth.

  Rumble...

  A thousand miles of thunderclouds gathered, after a few breaths, transformed into a hundred miles of square and round, the thick and sticky divine thunder turned into a sea of thunder, suddenly pouring down.

  "Good!"

  The Taoist took a big gulp and kicked the fourth wine jar to pieces. The purple bamboo brew entered his mouth, and inside his body, it was as if there were huge waves surging and turbulent billows churning.

  "The sword has been sheathed for a thousand years! Indeed, it's good wine!"

  The Taoist let out a long sigh and kicked the remaining five wine jars into pieces, the purple bamboo brew gathering into waves of wine that condensed at the tip of his sword.

  Zhitian was stunned.

  For a brief moment, he felt the plasma that had been dormant in his body for so long seemed to be burning again, as if there was a surging hot air flowing through his heart and lungs, wanting to burst out.

  Wine slurry sword, together with Taoist, condensed into a thousand feet of wine sword, purple gas rising, cutting into the boundless thunder sea.

  The lightning flashed like a divine light, its intense brilliance dazzling the eyes, enveloping the entire sky and earth.

  The palm of the hand was scorching hot, and when he looked up at the sky again, the golden bones seemed to have ignited a fierce flame. The sword bone that had been indestructible for 5,000 years slowly melted into powder, until it disappeared into thin air.

  Recite

  A strand of golden-yellow energy emerged from thin air and instantly submerged into the Qi Tian Dan Tian.

  After counting his breaths, Qi Tian finally withdrew his palm, his face expressionless. He knelt down on the ground, kowtowed three times with great respect, and then turned around to leave the Jade Palace.

  "Junior Brother!"

  Yunfei wanted to call out to him, but was stopped by Mingjian Dao Ren.

  "Let him go!"

  The summit of the sword peak.

  There is a purple aura as a canopy, auspicious air rising, the sword peak is like a sword, and only a few feet of land on the top, surrounded by clouds and mist, for thousands of feet of sky.

  Standing still at the top, he looked up at a wine gourd in his hand. After a moment, he opened the gourd and poured it into his mouth with a dozen or so mouths. The purple bamboo wine entered his throat, and a continuous stream of hot air sprayed from his heart and lungs.

  Her gaze swept across, a thousand feet away, was a boundless sky, under the sky, was an endless vast land, high and bottomless.

  The fierce wind howls, and the heavenly being whispers to himself: "Ride the wind and break through the waves, sit on a giant turtle and fish for dragons. I don't regret that the world is small, I have been wielding my sword for a thousand years."

  With every recitation, the heavenly pair of eyes became increasingly resplendent, and the two pure golden yin-yang fish seemed to be imbued with a layer of golden yellow, emitting infinite divine charm.

  After nine recitations, Qitian's eyes shot out a foot-long divine light, revealing his sharp edges. He looked up at the sky and laughed loudly, his laughter clear and loud, yet not too big, but in an instant it spread throughout the entire Sword Peak.

  In front of the Scripture Pavilion, Yun Fei's face revealed a look of astonishment, and he muttered: "Younger Brother..."

  On the other hand, Ming Jian shook his head and smiled, took two sips from his wine gourd, then yawned and said: "I'm tired, I'll go to sleep first."

  "Master!"

  Ming saw Dao Ren ignore him, his footsteps were like a god's, and he quickly disappeared in front of Yun Fei.

  At the top of the peak.

  Standing with hands behind back, life energy is vigorous and dynamic, far from the previous tranquility.

  "It was I who was wrong," Qitian said with a hint of a smile, "the young generation should have the sharpness of the young generation, and as a swordsman, one must have sharpness! Master said it right, three years in the Taoist canon has made my heart old, what's the use of thunder tribulation? We swordsmen, why fear a battle!" (This chapter is very satisfying, where are your recommendation votes, collection votes, and applause?)