I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 187 The Immortal Returns, Leaving a Shadow; A Hundred-Year-Old White Horse Arrives with a Sword (Third Update)

Memories of the landscape surrounding the Fuguang Sword Qi Stele.

Bai Xuan stared at his own shadow, listening to the riddle-maker's speech, and then launched a full-scale attack.

The slap went straight through the shadow.

Unreachable.

Bai Xuan's fists hardened; he hated these kinds of riddle-solving people who couldn't be chosen.

They always only say half of what they mean, as if explaining it clearly would cost them their lives.

You're from the porridge bar, right?
The shadow stood there calmly, watching Bai Xuan: "Until you remember."

Bai Xuan frowned slightly: "This place is just a landscape left behind by memories. What do you expect me to do?"

The scenery I just saw proves that this happened a hundred years ago.

It was the sect leader of the Fuguang Sect who lost the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife and left the Sword Qi Stele at the Baimei Sect.

However, it is now clear that this was not a coincidence, but a deliberate act, obviously intended to counter something.

It also mentioned that 'fate to the gods is not to be trusted'.

There was just too little information; they didn't even know who the enemy coming from the sky was.

The shadow was still telling him to do something.

What can I do?

This is just a remnant of the past, like a viewer watching a movie. Can you jump into the movie and give the villain a big showdown?

You can't do it, you fool.

“No, it can be done.” The shadowy figure said to Bai Xuan with great certainty, “If it were you, you could do it.”

"Me?" Bai Xuan stroked his chin. "The old me might have been able to, but the current me is probably not so good."

“You possess this ability, you just haven’t realized it yet.” The shadowy figure extended a hand: “Let me guide you. With just a few hints, you will be able to recall it.”

At the same time the shadow touched Bai Xuan.

His hand felt slightly heavier.

My right hand instinctively grasped something.

Just moments ago, his hands were empty, but now, somehow, a sword has appeared in his hand.

He raised his sword horizontally, the words "Fu Guang" written on the blade.

A sense of familiarity washed over me.

This is the sword intent of Fuguang that he left behind back then.

Now, amidst this landscape formed by historical memories, the lingering sword intent has come to him.

However, what he left behind was merely a wisp of sword intent.

Five hundred years have passed.

Could there be a trace of his own longing within this sword intent?

Unable to determine, unable to interpret.

However, sword intent cannot be faked.

Bai Xuan grasped the Fu Guang sword intent and felt as if he had returned to his peak... This feeling was incredibly fulfilling, as if he had regained the identity he had lost in the past.

This sword intent was left behind by himself. It was a sword intent left behind by a terrestrial immortal at his peak, and it still retains the power of that original sword strike.

Although it was just an ordinary sword strike, it was enough to split mountains and cleave seas.

At least……

At this moment, having grasped the intent of the Fuguang Sword, Bai Xuan was no longer Bai Xuan, but had returned to five hundred years ago, once again becoming that sword immortal who laughed at the world.

"A long-lost feeling."

"what……"

"It suddenly occurred to me, if I had casually left behind more of these stone tablets or sword marks in the past, wouldn't I be able to easily extract them and use them as powerful moves?"

Bai Xuan slowly lowered his sword.

I looked up again at the dark cloud above the ink painting.

Even a hundred years of simultaneous clashes between men and women would not be enough to dispel the shadow's shadow.

only……

how should I do it?

Even if he were to wield the sword of a terrestrial immortal, he would still be unable to cleave through this dark cloud; at most, he could only shatter this landscape of memories.

Thinking.

Bai Xuan suddenly felt a rhythm. Perhaps it was because he had briefly regained his cultivation level as a terrestrial immortal that he was able to feel a different kind of ripple.

Following the ripples, he raised his hand and summoned the source of the prompt.

The Dark Moon Gate appeared before them, and one of its divine powers was flashing with light.

'Supernatural Power: The Second White Horse'

'Can be used'

Not long ago, this second supernatural power was displayed as 'locked'.

The reason it is now displayed as 'available' is because Bai Xuan now has the right to use it.

Then... let's try it once.

Bai Xuan was also very curious about what kind of supernatural power the Second White Horse possessed.

He pointed with his finger at the second supernatural power.

The next moment, the scenery before my eyes changed.

The sound of a rushing river echoed in my ears, and time itself seemed to transform into shimmering, golden water.

He stood downstream, gazing upstream.

……

The Forbidden City of Southern Chu.

Jiang Wanyue, who had nothing to do, was playing football with the palace maids.

She easily dribbled past her opponents with a few quick movements.

Several people blocked the way in front, and several more blocked the way from the side, completely sealing off any escape route.

She kicked the ball high into the air, intending to perform a high-flying bicycle kick, but then saw the others also using their light-footed skills to fly seven or eight meters high.

Change strategy immediately and pass by.

A palace maid spread her arms wide: "Your Majesty, this road is blocked!"

She was prepared to be knocked to the ground and closed her eyes.

However, the next moment, Jiang Wanyue skillfully dribbled past her opponent and shot the ball into the goal.

She turned around and raised her chin: "You guys still need to practice!"

"Your Majesty is truly amazing."

The palace maids immediately began to offer emotional support.

But the palace maid who had been guarding the gate asked curiously, "How did His Majesty get past just now?"

"His Majesty just darted past in a flash," a palace maid explained, then realized something was amiss: "Right, how did he get there?"

The group turned to look at Jiang Wanyue.

They noticed that her figure was shrinking, her clothes were becoming too big and were gradually shrinking, and her face was becoming younger and more childlike. "Oh dear, His Majesty has shrunk again! Quickly, go and inform His Highness!"

"Why did you say 'again'!" Jiang Wanyue was angry at first, then looked at her small arms and legs, and touched her chest, looking nervous: "Oh no! How did I turn into a child?"

Originally, it was just beginning to show its tender tips, and at least it had a small steamed bun shape. Now, it's impossible to tell its front from its back.

The palace maids exchanged bewildered glances: "But this time, His Majesty doesn't seem to have fainted? Nor has he lost consciousness?"

Unlike before, when Jiang Wanyue's shrinkage was irreversible, accompanied by a childlike mentality.

This time, her body has shrunk, but she remains conscious, and it doesn't seem like her mind has regressed to that of a young girl.

It's amazing how it can change size so easily.

This matter has temporarily become one of the pieces of intelligence that must be kept under wraps within the Forbidden City, and it has also become a mystery that cannot be solved for the time being.

……

The second white horse.

The supernatural power it corresponds to is actually the passage of time.

"Time flies like an arrow..."

What Bai Xuan saw before him was the River of Time.

Having reincarnated hundreds of times and experienced hundreds of rebirths, this magnificent scenery is the first time I've ever witnessed it.

"But I couldn't see it in my past life, so why is it that the supernatural powers granted by my remains after death allow me to see the flow of time?"

Hard to understand.

Is it better to be dead than alive?

I don't believe it.

Moreover... the Second White Steed's supernatural power is only ranked second.

He swallowed his shock.

Silently gathering his thoughts, Bai Xuan raised the Fu Guang sword intent. The sword strike, wielded by a terrestrial immortal, was scorching hot, causing the heavens and earth to tremble.

With this river of time before him, his sword strike could travel directly from the present to the past.

However, the extent of its effectiveness remains to be seen.

Nothing more...

Anyway...

Let's kill him first!

Bai Wuming unleashed the Fu Guang sword intent, delivering a perfectly effortless strike.

The longsword transformed into a great sun the instant it fell.

It directly reversed the flow of time, rushing upstream from downstream. Some ripples appeared on the river of time, and the occasional waves were swept away by the sword energy.

This ray of light chases after time.

From a century after tomorrow to a century before!
……

While Bai Xuan was asleep, his consciousness remained within the Sword Qi Stele, so he did not notice or know that his sword strike was actually being broadcast live.

Everyone could see the strange phenomenon in the sky.

With his back to the world, Bai Wuming swung his sword at the shadows filling the sky.

The sun shines brightly in the sky, its light rising in the east.

Any demons or monsters vanished into thin air under this sword strike.

With a single sword strike, the heavens were cleaved open, the clouds and even the sky itself were torn apart, the crimson scar resembling a fresh wound.

The shadows in the sky and clouds were pierced, and then golden light transformed into a raging inferno, spreading outwards and burning everything in its path.

After the dark clouds in the sky were completely dispelled, the sky was clear and cloudless, bathed in a gentle glow.

Everyone present stared in astonishment at this bizarre sight.

How could anyone in the martial arts world possibly have the chance to witness the unparalleled prowess of a sword immortal from five hundred years ago?
Now they have seen it.

In the landscape evolved from the Sword Qi Stele, one can see the sword that cleaved the heavens and the earth.

Silence lingered for a long time.

Ning Jianshuang: "That's Bai Wuming. Why does he give me a familiar feeling?"

Xi Qingqing: "I almost thought it was Bai Xuan in disguise. Don't these two look somewhat alike?"

Kagura: "Did I just black out again?"

……

The scenery of the Sword Qi Stele.

As the dark clouds receded.

The couple reappeared beside the Sword Qi Stele.

"Who wielded that sword just now?" the woman asked.

"It seems to have come from the Sword Qi Stele." The man looked at the Sword Qi Stele and stroked it with his fingers. "But the sword qi inside it doesn't seem to have been lost."

"So who exactly helped us?"

“I understand.” The man suddenly said, “This sword might have come from a long time in the future… Originally, we would not have been able to survive this demon’s clutches today, but we did survive, and thus this sword energy stele was left behind and passed down to future generations.”

The woman understood: "You mean, someone in the future will unleash this sword strike?"

“Perhaps he is watching our conversation right now.” The man looked at Bai Xuan again, his gaze still fixed on the void: “If you are indeed watching from the future, we thank you for your help.”

"With this sword, we can hold out for at least another hundred years."

"But that sword strike just now was not the end; it wasn't even the beginning."

“We no longer have the ability to solve it, but you are different.”

"If anyone can deal with this demon, it will surely be you."

"You, being of the future, need not remember who we are. Our existence is insignificant, and even our traces will likely be erased. Do not investigate us; it will only bring danger. Remember, do not investigate!"

"You just need to remember..."

"Its name."

"It's called..."

……

In the venue, Bai Xuan's dream ended.

After regaining consciousness, I slowly opened my eyes.

After the Sword Qi Stele erupted with strange phenomena a second time, the formation constructed by the six major sects also became ineffective.

Everyone else was also immobilized by the sword energy and had to forfeit their vote and leave the venue.

He was the only one left on the scene who remained unmoved, seemingly unaffected.

Bai Xuan silently sensed the gentle, radiant sword energy within his body. It was no longer as powerful as before, but it retained its original essence. As long as he continued to cultivate, he would eventually be able to unleash that earth-shattering sword strike once again.

That's not the problem.

What weighed heavily on Bai Xuan's mind was the final warning left on the tombstone, and that name.

"Its name is..."

"The Six Desires Demon".

(End of this chapter)