The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 389 The Heavenly Sword is Supreme, the Gift of the Missing Boat, and the Death of the Ice Emperor!
"What a magnificent celestial sword."

At this moment, Su Ming clearly felt the terror of the Heavenly Sword. It was not the difference in swordsmanship, but the difference in intent. If the later moves of the Misty Sword Technique and the Holy Spirit Sword Technique followed the ruthless sword path, then the Nameless Sword Technique was the compassionate sword path.

Both he himself and the nameless sword techniques and sword arts he inherited followed the path of the sword path of emotion. It was precisely because of this that his Heavenly Sword Realm was destroyed. Later, he mastered the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin, but he was no longer at his peak. His strength was greatly reduced until he gradually recovered.

The nameless eyes were like two bright and dazzling stars. They were sword light, sword light that exuded boundless righteousness, which poured out from the eyes, burning the eyes and making it difficult to look directly at them. But the next moment, the sword light disappeared, and the eyes were still eyes, a pair of bright and indifferent eyes.

The nameless sword, now displaying the power of the Heavenly Sword, is no longer the decadent and weathered figure he once was; he himself is one of the strongest swords in the world.

He stared at Su Ming and said in a deep voice, "A month ago, I was shocked to discover a terrifying sword intent in the north. It appeared out of nowhere, not a tangible form of the sun, moon, yin, or yang. It was unpredictable and ever-changing, yet it was not heartless or emotionless. I never expected that after that, this sword intent would fall silent. I never expected that when I see it again today, your sword intent would be even purer than before."

“Brother Jian’s sword intent has lost its purity, so it’s normal that you are a notch below him. But a sword has two edges, and if you can’t control it, it’s easy to hurt yourself.” As he said this, a trace of sadness flashed in Wuming’s eyes. If he hadn’t been young and impetuous when he first entered the martial world and killed a lot of people, he wouldn’t have ended up implicating his family and retiring in obscurity.

"The Holy Spirit Sword Technique was originally a sword of emotion, but it has inexplicably become a sword of ruthlessness. If he can find his own way of the sword in Japan, he can go further on his path. Your sword intent was originally dormant, but now it has the momentum of a dragon soaring and transforming. Your way of the sword is also a ruthless way of the sword."

"I think you know this better than I do."

Su Ming stroked the God-Slaying Sword at his waist and suddenly smiled, “Only those who can be most passionate can be most skilled in swordsmanship. This applies to people as well as to swords. Today, I will use my strongest sword strike. I humbly request your guidance.”

"Okay, I promise you!"

"My name is Su Ming. Please enlighten me!"

"I am nameless, please!"

In an instant, the wind stopped, and the rain curtain hanging from the sky seemed to freeze at this moment. Streams of sword energy emerged from Su Ming's body and soared straight to the heavens. Each sword energy was pure and condensed, full of pure killing intent.

In the vast sky, the air currents surged, and the mighty sword energy flowed like a celestial river flowing backward, swirling and stretching across the sky. Lightning flashed, and at this moment, the dark clouds were dispersed. Behind the clouds, dazzling golden rays of light sprinkled down into the sky.

Light and darkness intertwined, and the sword energy seemed to transform into streaks of golden light, falling like meteors from the sky.

With his single hand behind his back, his azure robe billowing wildly, Wu looked up at the sky. In his eyes, it was not a sword, but the sentient beings living between heaven and earth, suffering and drawing their swords to the sky.

Behind this sword strike lies a murderous intent, capable of turning the world upside down.

Indeed, Sword Eleven, cease the war!
After witnessing the Divine Land Dragon Vein and the remains of the Yellow Emperor, Su Ming gained a deeper understanding of the rise of dragons and snakes from the land, and the upheaval of heaven and earth. Now, Sword Eleven has reached a new level in his hands, using killing to stop killing, and using ruthlessness to protect compassion.

Just like the saying goes, fallen petals are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect the flowers.

"A merciless sword, a compassionate heart."

Wuming's eyes grew brighter. He joined two fingers together, and grass, trees, bamboo, rocks, mountains, and all things rose from the ground, transforming into a long sword. This sword was filled with magnificent sword energy, as if the way of the sword was grand, upright, and righteous, rising into the sky.

"boom!"

A shockwave tore through the rain, and invisible sword energy spread inch by inch, cracking the muddy earth. An indescribable terror descended upon the sky, then exploded like thunder!

Dust and rain intertwined amidst the crisscrossing sword energy. This single sword strike seemed to have endured ten thousand sword strikes, each one a clash of the divine wills of the two.

Sword Eleven is ever-changing and mysterious, cyclical, with killing intent at its core. But Wuming's sword is grand and majestic, without too many fancy changes or sharp and intimidating features. It is just a simple thrust, like a child's unintentional finger, like a gazelle hanging its horns, leaving no trace. The sword intent flows, filled with an indescribable sorrow.

It was the fourth move of the Mysterious Sword Technique, a sorrow beyond words.

This technique was created out of the nameless grief of losing his beloved wife. He didn't know why, who, or how his wife was killed. The sword intent contained sorrow and inexplicable grief, so the deeper the sorrow and the stronger the inexplicable meaning, the greater the power.

This sword technique is somewhat similar to Yang Guo's Ecstasy Palm; the deeper the emotion, the stronger the martial arts power.

Soon, everything calmed down.

After the dust settled, Su Ming looked down and saw a sword mark on his clothes, still bearing the sorrowful intent of the sword. Anyone who felt it could sense the meaning contained in that sword strike.

He lost with that sword strike.

Su Ming let out a long breath, his eyes filled with admiration, and exclaimed, "So this is the Nameless Sword Technique? No wonder it is called the Nameless Heavenly Sword."

Wuming forced a smile, "You have already witnessed the Heavenly Sword Realm. This move is the essence of my swordsmanship. If you can comprehend it, it will surely be of some help to you."

"In the future, if there is anything important, you can come to Zhonghua Pavilion to find me."

Judging a person by their sword, Wuming recognized their true nature with just one strike. If Wuming hadn't already established a solid foundation in swordsmanship, he would have genuinely intended to take Wuming as a disciple and pass on his swordsmanship.

Su Ming bowed to him and said, "Thank you, Zhonghua Pavilion. I will definitely go."

With his deceased wife on his mind, Wuming did not linger there. After returning the greeting, he turned and left, saying, "Farewell."

……

After Wuming left, Su Ming did not rush to leave. Instead, he returned to the large blue stone by the lake to ponder his swordsmanship. In terms of swordsmanship, he had undoubtedly lost to Wuming in this battle, but this battle also made him realize his shortcomings.

Sword Eleven: Ceasefire is not enough!

As the duel between the two unparalleled swordsmen came to an end, the storms of this land subsided once more. On the ravaged earth, droplets of water seeped into the ground, and the broken trees took root in the soil, drawing life and nutrients from the earth, awaiting their eventual revival.

"Overwhelmed with grief?"

Su Ming looked down at the sword marks on his clothes, and released his spiritual energy to carefully sense the wisp of sword energy.

In a daze, he seemed to see a man holding his deceased wife and weeping bitterly. This sword was born out of endless grief. This sword was a tribute to his deceased wife, and even more so, a feeling of guilt towards her. Therefore, he was inexplicably saddened by his love.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Just then, a strange bell rang in Su Ming's mind. The sound penetrated his brain, as if his thoughts had stopped. In an instant, time flowed backward, and scenes of him practicing swordsmanship appeared before his eyes.

From initially acquiring the Quanzhen Sword Technique and diligently practicing it, to later mastering the Dugu Nine Swords and other various sword techniques, and finally falling into Ren Piaomiao's ethereal sword technique, he suffered tragic deaths time and time again in the reflection of time and space, his body pierced by sword energy time and time again...

Then, the scene shifts to the protagonist's battle with the Sword Saint, whose Holy Spirit Sword Technique unfolds before him, from Sword One to Sword Twenty-Two, all clearly visible.

Finally, the scene freezes on the sword that Wuming has landed on him. Wuming's sword technique is truly inexplicable, with an unexpected sword path, yet it is also very simple.

At this moment, sword shadows flashed before his eyes, and a strange realization welled up in his heart. His sword was in his hand, and also in his heart.

Every swordsman, through daily practice and contemplation of sword intent, gradually accumulates a spiritual memory of the sword within their heart.

Some of these memories are so deeply ingrained that they can never be forgotten, while others will gradually fade with time, becoming something that seems to exist but is not.

These memories constitute a martial artist's will, also known as sword intent or saber intent, but very few people in the world can comprehend this level.

Without a strong will and natural talent, it is difficult to cultivate one's own martial arts will.

The human mind and spirit are chaotic and changeable. The seven emotions and six desires, the vast world and its troubles wear down one's spirit and can also obscure the sharpness of the sword in one's heart, resulting in an impure sword intent and an inability to unleash the full power of one's sword moves.

"Having no sword in hand but having a sword in one's heart" simply means accurately feeling and using the sword in one's heart, purely expressing sword intent, and enhancing sword techniques.

Su Ming has always used his fingers as a sword, but this is only because he has profound skills and can control subtle changes. In reality, he has not reached that level.

Both the Sword Saint and the Nameless One have reached this level, and in a sense, they have gone further in the way of the sword.

The sword in the Sword Saint's heart is no longer pure. If he wants to go further, he must either completely forget the Holy Spirit Sword Technique and create a new, ruthless Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

Alternatively, he could rekindle his feelings for his wife, rediscover his former self, and return to the path of the sword of compassion.

But whether one is sentimental or indifferent, one needs to unleash the sword in one's heart, to discard all the distractions of emotions and desires, and to concentrate all one's mental focus on the sword in one's heart, transforming it into the most refined and powerful sword intent.

At that time, as long as one's will was strong enough, the sword intent that could be condensed would be enough to cut through anything in the world, whether tangible or intangible, including killing someone invisibly with a glimpse of sword intent, and even cutting through spatial barriers...

But this step is precisely the most difficult, because everyone has seven emotions and six desires, which makes the mind wander and the spirit chaotic, making it difficult to concentrate on a pure thought. Thus, the wise explore three ambiguous paths—forgetting emotions, severing emotions, and extreme emotions.

Of course, once all three reach a very high level, they can ultimately arrive at the same goal through different paths.

Those who transcend worldly desires emphasize both detachment from and engagement with the world, seeing through the illusions of life. By achieving a state of utter detachment, their Daoist heart naturally becomes crystal clear, their thoughts unobstructed, and they are undisturbed by the seven emotions and six desires. Once they concentrate their minds and transform their thoughts into sword intent, it will inevitably be incredibly powerful. Furthermore, it will possess profound abilities such as "divine enlightenment," "communication between heaven and man," and "seeing through illusions." This is the mainstream path to enlightenment in Daoism and Buddhism, and the so-called "sword heart clarity" is just one aspect of it.

The ruthless one understands the sword in his heart. After glimpsing the path of the sword, he pursues utmost sincerity towards the sword and has nothing else but the sword.

In this process, one gradually discards and cuts off all thoughts of the seven emotions and six desires in one's mind, except for the sword intent, and then one can concentrate all one's thoughts on the sword in one's heart, thus unleashing unparalleled sword intent.

Of course, if a person with a pure heart does something wholeheartedly, they can also achieve the same effect. Their minds are naturally pure, without any distractions, and they are born with the ability to enter the path.

This is one of the reasons why a pure and innocent heart is so rare.

Those who are extremely passionate accept all emotions and desires without reservation, allowing them to arise. Under certain circumstances, their sword intent arises from these emotions, thus complementing and reinforcing the seven emotions and six desires. Ultimately, they transform all their intense emotions into the ultimate sword intent, achieving a unified divine will that is both emotion and sword intent.

The saying "Because one can be extremely passionate, one can be extremely skilled in swordsmanship" is the highest level of this kind of skill, and Lang Fanyun is the most obvious example of it.

However, there are also those who take a different path. Some people are deeply entangled in grudges and hatred, and their sword intent is formed by dark and negative emotions such as greed, anger and ignorance. They are often cold-hearted, cruel and bloodthirsty, and even lose their rationality and go crazy. In the world of Feng Yun, Jian Tan, Po Jun, Duan Lang and Bu Jingyun are all such people.

Those who are detached from worldly desires focus on accumulation, progressing step by step with great wisdom; those who are ruthless focus on determination, advancing bravely and diligently with great perseverance; those who are extremely passionate focus on emotion, and if given a great opportunity, they can also make rapid progress.

However, because of this, those who have forgotten emotions may occasionally feel them, but it is not a big deal. They should just let nature take its course. Emotions arise from the heart and also end with the heart. They have a beginning and an end, and they can always achieve a fulfillment of their spiritual goals.

Once a heartless person falls in love, their mind will be thrown into chaos, their strength will decline drastically, and it will be extremely difficult to recover, because their heart is no longer pure, and it is hard to return to their former state.

For those who are extremely passionate, their emotions may not have a significant impact, but they are easily bound by the shackles of their emotions, which are difficult to sever and untangle, making it extremely difficult to transcend them.

"I got it!"

At this moment, a series of insights surfaced in his mind. Su Ming murmured something, closed his eyes, and his aura gradually faded away.

……

Several days later, a figure flew swiftly from the horizon, like a ghost, elusive and hard to spot. In just a few breaths, it arrived at the place where Su Ming and the Sword Saint had fought.

The man's appearance was unusual; he had long white hair cascading down his back, his face was covered in a thin layer of frost, and his left eye was a deep crimson, making him look ferocious and terrifying. His gaze swept across the land, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

This person is none other than the Ice Emperor under the command of Emperor Shitian!
"You can't escape the sect leader's demands!"

The Ice Emperor gave a cold laugh, his hands covered in ice. After scanning the area for a short while, he seemed to sense something, and then vanished in a flash.

Along the shore of an unnamed lake, as he walked, layers of ice slowly emerged, covering the water's surface. Suddenly, the Ice Emperor stopped.

It was because a person was sitting by the lake, dressed in a blue robe, sitting cross-legged on a blue stone.

The Ice Emperor looked slightly surprised. He could clearly see Su Ming, but when he closed his eyes, he couldn't sense the other's presence, as if there was no one there.

However, the Ice Emperor was not one to think things through. Without hesitation or pause, he clenched his right hand and attacked directly.

As a fierce general under Emperor Shitian, his martial arts skills were among the best in the world. His moves were earth-shattering. Wherever his cold energy passed, frost covered the ground. In an instant, he was in front of Su Ming and was about to fall.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, a sword's cry resounded in his heart, and the violent killing intent vanished instantly.

When he came to his senses, he was horrified to find that he could not move his body. He was stuck there, and the ice claw was only a finger's width away from the young man, but he could not move even with that finger's width, as if it were an insurmountable chasm.

Then, the young man didn't move an inch, only his eyelashes fluttered slightly.

In an instant, the Ice Emperor's body was struck as if by lightning.

Suddenly, the Xuanbing Claw on his right hand was covered with fine cracks and shattered with a "bang".

"puff!"

With a muffled thud, the Ice Emperor's palm and elbow exploded with bloody holes, as if they had been pierced by something unseen.

He snapped out of his daze and realized that this was sword energy!

When did this person make their move?

Move! Move now!

Ice Emperor's eyes were bloodshot, and a bloodlust seemed to flash in his scarlet eyes. With a strong inner cry, he finally regained control of his body, but he ignored the injury on his palm and immediately retreated. He looked at Su Ming with a solemn and serious expression, feeling extremely scared.

In just half a breath, only half a breath, I was already injured.

The other person didn't move an inch, not even opening their eyelids. If they were like this with their eyes closed, what would happen if they opened them...?

go?
Now, how could he face the sect leader if he went back? Thinking of Di Shitian's ruthlessness, he hesitated greatly.

This is a master, a master comparable to Indra, and now, it seems that the opponent has run into trouble.

The thought of a peerless master dying at his hands flashed with determination in his eyes. He would strike while the iron was hot and kill him first!
At this moment, the Ice Emperor's eyes changed slightly, and he gathered his inner strength again. The shattered ice on his right hand condensed out of thin air again, which was his ultimate skill that he had cultivated for many years - "Snow Blood Claw".

Suddenly, countless claw shadows filled the sky, obscuring everything in sight. The surroundings were like a frozen hell, and even the air seemed to have frozen solid.

However, the next moment, his vision blurred.

The surrounding scenery has changed. The wind in nature has sharpness, the rain has sharpness, even the lake water has sharpness, and sword energy emerges from the grass, trees and soil.

This world seems different now; it's become a world of swords.

Even the pebbles beneath his feet felt a stinging sensation, as if he were stepping not on stones, but on a mountain of knives and a forest of swords, with sword light flowing across them and shooting out incessantly.

"No, this is fake!"

Ice Emperor had also studied the Four Tribulations of the Sacred Heart of Emperor Shitian and had some knowledge of the spiritual path. Once he realized what was happening, he immediately unleashed all his power and attacked fiercely.

The next moment, the wind changed direction, a breeze blew towards him, raindrops fell towards him, waves crashed against him, and sword energy burst forth from the soil beneath his feet. Everything he could see and see was sword energy, as if he were facing a whole new world!
"kill!!"

The Ice Emperor calmed his mind, his icy energy solidified, and he actually tore a huge gap in the sky full of wind and rain, preventing the wind and rain from getting close to him.

"Ha ha!"

Amidst his maniacal laughter, he flashed into the center of the lake, transforming into a raging dragon. His icy inner force surged forth, instantly freezing the lake water beneath his feet and spreading outwards in all directions.

He shattered the sword formed from water vapor, tore through the wind and rain time and time again, and his maniacal laughter almost filled the world of this sword.

The Ice Emperor unleashed a furious attack, releasing all his power.

However, his smile slowly froze.

Simply because someone appeared before him, someone who looked exactly like him.

Unlike himself, that person held a sword made of solidified ice. With a swing of the sword, sword energy surged and filled the entire world.

He used the heavens and earth as his own, and the vast sword energy transformed into a world. The Ice Emperor's true energy was being consumed more and more, while the opponent's sword energy was inexhaustible.

"Pfft!"

A flash of sword light appeared, and the Ice Emperor looked down to see an ice sword piercing his chest. When he looked up again, the face of the person in front of him had changed to that of a young man, someone he seemed to have seen somewhere before.

In an instant, all the scenery before his eyes began to recede, and the world shattered like a broken mirror.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by. The Ice Emperor remained in the position of pointing his ice claws, his eyes glazed over, and his body collapsed like sand, dissipating in the wind.

(End of this chapter)