The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 388 The Sword Saint Goes to Japan, The Nameless Heavenly Sword

Su Ming was not surprised by Wuming's arrival. Looking at the Sword Saint who was caught in self-doubt, he continued, "The Holy Spirit Sword Technique is the top sword technique in the world, but when I fought with you, I found that the sword techniques after Sword Eighteen were more suitable for you. From Sword One to Sword Eighteen, you were just using the sword, not wielding it. The sword intent between the sword moves was not coherent!"

"Or even the exact opposite, which makes it difficult for you to unleash the full power of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique."

Upon hearing this, the Sword Saint shook his head violently, "No, this Holy Spirit Sword Technique is my creation, how could it be disjointed?"

With a flick of his sleeve, Su Ming swept the broken trees and rocks into the forest and slowly walked up to the Sword Saint. "You created the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, but do you still remember how it was created from Sword One to Sword Eighteen?"

Dugu Jiansheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes wide with disbelief. How did I create the first eighteen forms of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique?
He looked at Su Ming, a struggle on his face. Suddenly, his mind went blank, and he let out a muffled groan, as if he had forgotten something very important. Those things were very blurry, just a faint shadow.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes tightly and tears streamed down his face. It felt as if a huge void had been emptied in his heart, as if he had lost something extremely precious. The memories he held were beautiful, but he couldn't recall them at all. He knew that he had created the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, but he just couldn't remember how he had created Sword One through Sword Eighteen.

It's as if, after he went to Japan, this sword technique was inexplicably created by him.

Japan?
Thinking of Japan, the Sword Saint opened his eyes, his gaze blank. He couldn't recall what he had experienced there, which must be related to his creation of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

Why can't I remember? What exactly happened?
In an instant, a hint of madness appeared in the Sword Saint's eyes. "Why can't I remember? Tell me, what happened?"

Su Ming sighed, a hint of pity in his eyes. "You've lost your emotions, forgotten your wife Miyamoto Yukure, Sword Saint. If you want to regain them, go to Japan. There, you'll find the answers."

"Your heart has become heartless, but it's not that you're heartless; it's the drugs that have caused it. If you want to return to the realm of compassionate swordsmanship, you must find your wife and regain your memories to reach a higher level."

Amidst the turmoil, the Sword Saint is constantly reincarnated. Each generation of Sword Saint is closely related to the Holy Spirit Sword Technique and entangled with the destiny of Sword Twenty-Three.

The first generation Sword Saint was Huangfu Jian, the sect leader of the Holy Sword Sect three hundred years ago. As the sect leader, he created the Peerless Sword Technique, defeated the Sword God of the Central Plains, and comprehended the Heaven-Destroying and Earth-Severing Sword Twenty-Three. However, he was defeated by the Japanese Sword Saint, Yagyu Muji. Yagyu Muji told Huangfu Jian that his skills were not yet fully developed and that he should be able to comprehend an even more powerful Sword Twenty-Three.

When Huangfu Jian returned to the Central Plains, he discovered that his wife and brothers had betrayed him. Feeling that his swordsmanship career could no longer progress, he comprehended the Sword Heart Hell and created the Six Annihilation Selfless Sword Twenty-Three. His primordial spirit was imprinted to guard the sword realm, waiting for the appearance of his reincarnation.

The second generation Sword Saint is the current Dugu Jian, the eldest son of Wushuang City in the Central Plains. He was originally the true city lord of Wushuang City, but he was disliked by his parents from a young age and was even harmed by them many times. In order to save his life, he had to take the Seven Lifetimes of Forgetfulness and become ruthless for life.

After that, in pursuit of the perfect sword technique, he pondered deeply and realized that because he had taken the Seven Lifetimes of Oblivion pills, he was ruthless and therefore unable to have a perfect life. The experience of a perfect life is the foundation of the perfect sword technique.

To restore his feelings, the Sword Saint went through great hardships to find half of his heart and regain his emotions. Afterwards, he traveled to Japan and met his lifelong love, Miyamoto Yukiryu. The two of them created the Holy Spirit Sword Technique together.

To spend his life with Miyamoto Yukino, the Sword Saint resolutely abandoned the Peerless Sword, burying it in the ground in front of the Miyamoto family's gate. Unexpectedly, on the night before their wedding, Miyamoto Yukino, to please her beloved, dug up the buried Peerless Sword. The moment the Sword Saint grasped the Peerless Sword again, the effects of the potion rapidly wore off, turning him back into a heartless man.

Before losing his seven emotions, the Sword Saint wrote a long letter to Miyamoto Yukine to explain, but before he could finish the letter, he was already devoid of emotions. The Sword Saint returned to the Central Plains alone by boat. During the journey, his seven emotions suddenly returned. Overwhelmed with emotion, he left a sword scar on his forehead to show that he had not forgotten his beloved wife. Unfortunately, he lost his emotions again after leaving the sword scar.

This is why his Holy Spirit Sword Technique after Sword Eighteen followed the ruthless sword path.

The third generation Sword Saint is Long Er, the reincarnation of the Sword Saint. He wields Sword One through Sword Twenty-Three and is the only peerless swordsman in the world who simultaneously masters both the Sentimental Heaven and Earth Sword Twenty-Three and the Heaven-Destroying Earth Sword Twenty-Three.

In the bamboo forest where the Sword Saint created his swordsmanship, he deduced the Holy Spirit Sword Technique Twenty-Two from the cuts in the bamboo trees, and based on this, he created the Holy Spirit Sword Formation and comprehended the Sentimental Heaven and Earth Sword Twenty-Three. Later, he entered the Sword Realm, mastered the Heaven-Destroying Earth-Severing Sword Twenty-Three, and after the death of his beloved wife, he obtained the "Six Annihilation Manual," further elevating his swordsmanship to a higher level, and obtaining the Six Annihilation Selfless Sword Twenty-Three.

In the end, Long'er willingly endured the humiliation of defeat, just to test her skills for Fengyun, and even more so to save Shenzhou from war. She voluntarily gave up her Six Annihilation Sword Twenty-Three, which she had already mastered to the point of being invincible, and died at the hands of Emperor Lian Chengzhi of the Eastern Sea.

The 23rd Sword Saint: Long Twenty-Three, the 23rd reincarnation of the Sword Saint, wielded swords one through twenty-three. Due to differences in skill level, while Long Twenty-Three's Sword Twenty-Three might not surpass Long Er's in terms of intent, its power was likely greater. Unfortunately, he was defeated by Feng Yun, who had reached the limitless realm of Maha Wuliang!

The fourth generation of Sword Saints, spanning thousands of years, and their entanglement with Sword Twenty-Three has transcended time and space, but this also reveals the Sword Saints' obsession with and pursuit of the way of the sword.

The Sword Saint's expression shifted, and he muttered to himself, "My wife? I have a wife?"

Su Ming said in a deep voice, "Sword Saint, only by finding everything you have forgotten, finding your emotions again, and resuming the Holy Spirit Sword Technique can you reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship."

"Then we'll have another competition."

Upon hearing this, the Sword Saint's eyes gleamed. "Alright, it's a deal. Next time, the Holy Spirit Sword Technique will not lose to your Ethereal Sword Technique."

After saying that, he staggered away, hunched over, and walked further and further away.

……

"Brother Jian, your hair?"

Just then, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair carrying an erhu arrived and bumped into the departing Sword Saint. He looked at the Sword Saint's hair with surprise in his eyes.

He had already sensed the epic sword duel just now. The Sword Saint had used all his strength, but he was still no match for that sword. According to his estimation, the Sword Saint would definitely be exhausted after this battle. He wanted to send the Sword Saint on his way and see that sword.

But to his surprise, he saw a swordsman who had recovered his vitality, and his condition was much better than he had imagined.

Upon seeing the nameless figure appear, the Sword Saint's disappointment vanished, replaced by soaring fighting spirit and battle intent. "Nameless, you really didn't die!"

Wuming nodded, his voice calm, "I have been retired for many years and have no interest in the affairs of the martial world. Brother Jian, just consider me dead. It is commendable that you have not fallen into danger after the battle."

"Yes, that person's methods are even more formidable than you imagine. Otherwise, I would be a completely dead man by now." The Sword Saint regained his composure.

"Nameless, Sword Twenty-Two can't defeat that person, nor can it defeat you. When I return from Japan, I will definitely comprehend the final Sword Twenty-Three. At that time, I will face your Heavenly Sword again!"

"Sword Twenty-Three?"

Upon hearing this word, Wuming subconsciously frowned. After his battle with the Sword Saint, he used the Mysterious Sword Technique to deduce Sword Twenty-Two, and he also vaguely felt that there was a sword above Sword Twenty-Two, but that sword was too terrifying, and could be described as the ultimate in human destruction.

He paused for a moment, then advised, "Brother Sword, Sword Twenty-Three is not a sword of the mortal realm. Its use is inauspicious. I hope you will consider it carefully." Dugu Sword Saint was resolute and replied without hesitation, "No need to consider. I have lived for over seventy years, and it is rare to find two worthy opponents in this world. If I waste any more years, I do not know how many more years I can last. You cannot persuade me today."

Seeing this, Wuming stopped insisting and could only cup his hands in greeting, "Very well, Brother Jian, I wish you a safe journey."

The Sword Saint also cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "That person is waiting for you."

After saying that, he laughed heartily and walked towards the East China Sea.

……

On the lakeside, there is a large blue stone.

Su Ming sat there, a sword across his lap, his expression serene and composed.

Light footsteps approached slowly from afar. He opened his eyes, his expression serene. "I never expected to witness both the Holy Spirit Sword Technique and the Heavenly Sword today. It is truly my good fortune."

The mournful erhu music echoed between heaven and earth, chilling the soul and making listeners grieve and weep, drawing them into a state of profound sorrow.

The newcomer was none other than Nameless, the martial arts legend who played the erhu at full strength and roamed the world when his health was low.

When the erhu music stopped, Wuming's voice rang out, "You have already defeated Brother Jian, and I have no intention of fighting you."

Su Ming stood up from the bluestone and said in a deep voice, "Is that so? Do you know who killed your wife? You've retired from the martial world, don't you even want to avenge her?"

Upon hearing this, Wuming's expression instantly changed, his indifferent eyes filled with excitement as he stared intently at Su Ming. "Do you know who did it?"

Looking back on Wuming's life, he reached heights that many people could never achieve in their entire lives. He learned swordsmanship at the age of sixteen, created his own mysterious sword technique, and by chance obtained the Hero Sword, defeating countless masters.

He married at the age of nineteen, and as a result, he was young and impetuous. He was ruthless and domineering in the martial arts world, which caused him to make countless enemies. He was besieged by the three major families and seven major sects of the martial arts world in Huangshan. However, the result was unexpected by everyone!

Nameless defeated the ten martial arts masters, killing or seriously injuring them, causing a period of decline in the martial arts world. He also defeated the Sword Saint Dugu Jian, breaking all twenty-one forms of Dugu Jian's Holy Spirit Sword Technique, forcing the defeated Sword Saint to shelve his sword and retire into seclusion. At only twenty-two years old, Nameless became invincible, with unparalleled fame and wealth. However, due to too many grudges and the poisoning of his wife without knowing the killer, he realized the inexplicable grief in his grief and anger, and thus faked his death and went into seclusion.

He was destined to be a lone star, destined to live a solitary life, but his wife's death was the greatest pain and regret of his life.

He looked at Su Ming's young face and said, word by word, "If you know who the murderer is, please tell me. I would be extremely grateful."

The favor that Tianjian Wuming did is something that countless people in this world would be willing to receive.

However, Su Ming simply shook his head. "I don't want anything from you. I just want a fight and to see the level of the Heavenly Sword. Your wife was poisoned because of your former enemy, someone you also knew."

"Who?"

"Po Jun is your master's biological son. Back then, out of gratitude for your master's teachings, you spared him, but he held a grudge and secretly poisoned your wife."

The nameless man's body trembled, and he suddenly realized, "It's him!"

He knew Po Jun's character better than anyone. He would use any means to become stronger, especially since Po Jun possessed something Po Jun desperately wanted. Back then, Po Jun had killed too many people; he had enemies everywhere, and he couldn't even remember who they were.

However, only Po Jun, who had long considered him an enemy, could sneak into his home and secretly poison his wife.

At this moment, recalling the past, even the hero shed tears, "Xiaoyu, I should have thought of this sooner, I should have thought of this sooner."

Seeing his appearance, Su Ming sighed softly. Most of the wives of swordsmen and heroes do not have a good ending. If they are a little unlucky, they can only live in their memories.

After a while, Wuming recovered from his grief. He was no longer as haggard and destitute as before, but instead resembled a precious sword. "I promise you, I will let you witness the realm of the Heavenly Sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful sword intent surged from his body, vast and boundless, beyond reach. In a daze, Su Ming seemed to see a divine sword unsheathed, radiating a ten-thousand-foot sword light, standing tall in the mortal world, reaching the azure sky above and the earth below, its full form impossible to fathom.

The blue sky surged, the wind and clouds changed color; the power of the Heavenly Sword was no ordinary matter.

The Ode to the Sword states: "The sword, a metaphysical art, is unparalleled throughout history; all swords revere it, regarding it as a divine deity."

"Supreme Sword Dao!"

In an instant, the God-Slaying Sword at Su Ming's waist also trembled on its own, as if it was about to break free of his control and fly into Wuming's hand. He pressed it down and prevented it from escaping.

When the Heavenly Sword is drawn, all other swords submit. Since ancient times, there has only ever been one Heavenly Sword.

Wuming reappeared in the Heavenly Sword Realm, his sword intent spreading out. Wherever he went, every blade of grass and tree struggled to rise from the ground, as if transforming into countless divine swords, converging into a torrent of sword blades, like a coiled dragon, climbing upwards around the sword intent.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, swordsmen could not hold back their swords, which were drawn out of their sheaths on their own. As if drawn by a force, they flocked to the area like locusts, creating a strange spectacle.

Only after truly witnessing the Heavenly Sword did Su Ming understand what the pinnacle of swordsmanship meant. Perhaps, the only swords that could rival the Heavenly Sword realm were Sword Twenty-Three and Sword Twelve, the follow-up to the Misty Sword Technique.

Upon seeing the other person, he couldn't help but think of Ren Piaomiao and his uncle Murong Yanyu. Only these two were qualified to compete with Tianjian in swordsmanship; everyone else was still lacking.

The next moment, Su Ming's eyes narrowed.

With a flick of his ring finger, a vast sword aura descended from the sky, sweeping around him with perfect harmony, resembling the majestic Dao of Heaven and revered by the Dao of the Sword.

(End of this chapter)