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Then why don't they just make the complete Changming Sword?

Why did the two of them part ways, one becoming an immortal and the other becoming a demon?

Although there are still many questions, Chen Yin is too lazy to delve into them.

As long as he could quickly make the complete Changming and bring his master home, he didn't care about anything else.

"Come on, I'll go call her back."

-

In the hall of Master’s cave.

Miss Jian knelt on the ground with her head tilted.

"Are you really willing to give me the fragments of that sword?"

Chen Yin nodded seriously.

"If my guess is correct, you should be the sword spirit of that sword."

"But just in case, I'll give you one slice first and see how it goes."

"If you remember anything, tell us right away, got it?"

At this moment, Miss Jian's attention was already attracted by the Changming fragment in his hand, and it was unclear whether she heard it or not.

Chen Yin didn't say much and handed her a piece of the fragment.

Miss Jian ate it in one bite, as if she had picked up a delicious delicacy, with a bright light in her eyes.

The next moment, her body suddenly trembled.

Chen Yin frowned and rushed over quickly.

He hugged Miss Jian before she fainted.

"What, what happened?" Xiang'er behind him screamed and covered her mouth.

Chen Yin didn't say anything.

He frowned tightly, and after a while he looked down at his palm.

...The originally smooth palm was now covered with bloody marks from being scratched by the sword energy.

329. Sacrifice one person to save the world

In a blur, a dim room appeared in sight.

The fire was burning brightly, and two people with familiar faces were standing by the fire arguing.

"Gu Changliu, you are crazy!"

Compared to the unruly and high-spirited Gu Changliu, he now lacks the youthfulness, and the lines of his eyes and cheeks are stained with vicissitudes. Even his eyes are like a tree that is about to wither.

In front of him, Mo Wuyou was no longer as calm and serious as before, but instead seemed a little weird and ferocious.

"Anyone can be the sword spirit of the Dao Sword, except her!"

“…I don’t have a choice.”

Facing Mo Wuyou's questioning, Gu Changliu's voice sounded extremely tired and hoarse: "From all aspects, she is the most suitable."

"That's not OK!"

Mo Wuyou's eyes were filled with murderous intent and anger: "Don't tell me that sacrificing one person to save the world is what you call righteousness!"

Gu Changliu didn't say anything. He seemed very tired, his eyes were dull, and he didn't even have the energy to speak.

"You are really crazy! Even crazier than me! Do you know that what you are doing is not right for you——"

"Senior Sister Mingluan?" Gu Changliu suddenly laughed, "What about you?"

"Senior Sister Mingluan will wait for you until her death."

"But she never got there. Where are you?"

Mo Wuyou suddenly lost his voice.

"I know that someone will always have to bear this stigma."

Gu Changliu walked slowly to the stove, the blazing fire reflected in his eyes.

"I can bear it alone, that's enough."

His sight suddenly followed the blurred scene and slowly moved forward. Mo Wuyou seemed to be stunned when he saw the person coming.

"It was my own request." The owner of the voice was a tender and sweet female voice.

"I'm not afraid."

Mo Wuyou looked at her with extremely complicated eyes, and finally turned his head gloomily:

"I will not continue to forge this sword."

"If you insist on doing this, then find a way yourself."

After saying that, Mo Wuyou turned and left.

Gu Chang stayed where he was, staring at the scene. After a moment, he turned his head and smiled softly, "It's okay. I guessed it."

"Given the character of the eldest brother, he would definitely say so."

"However, even without my senior brother, I should be able to forge the sword. It just takes some time."

"Don't worry. You are very brave. I will be brave with you."

He leaned over and ruffled the hair of the owner of his sight, his smile gentle and kind.

My eyes stayed on his smiling face, and the childish and clear voice sounded again:

"Are you going to die?"

“…Everyone is mortal.”

Gu Changliu's smile turned bitter: "Actually, I should have died a long time ago."

"When my senior sister passed away, I should have gone with her."

"But, at least in the end, this sword must be passed on intact."

"This sword holds more than just the hope of overcoming the thirty-day calamity."

"...and the flame of our human race." His voice was clear and his eyes gradually became firm.

-

Yushan, in front of Master’s cave.

Chen Yin sat cross-legged at the gate of the cave. In front of him, Xiang'er and Luoluo were looking into the house nervously.

"What's going on? Has the sword energy not dissipated yet?"

Chen Yin turned his head for a moment, then slowly retracted his gaze and shook his head: "No."

...just the opposite.

The sword energy condensed above the cave became increasingly dense.

After Miss Jian ate the fragment of Changming, she suddenly fainted. Not only that, the sword energy in her body suddenly exploded and spread, almost to the point where Chen Yin could hardly suppress it.

Chen Yin had never seen such a simple, heavy, and terrifying sharp sword that seemed to have been honed for thousands of years.

Chen Yin was very sure that even if a cultivator at the peak of the Taiqing Realm was scratched by the sword energy, he would either die or lose a layer of skin.

In order to prevent her from accidentally hurting others, Chen Yin immediately took her to his master's cave to recuperate.

However, Miss Jian's condition showed no signs of improvement.

Now it is hovering above the cave, and has gathered into a huge sword energy with a majestic and terrifying aura, which is still expanding.

That kind of aura is comparable to a heavenly calamity.

Chen Yin had never expected that Miss Jian would have such a big reaction after eating the Changming fragments.

"This is just a fragment..." Chen Yin frowned and muttered to himself, "Could it be that Chang Ming, who possesses the sword spirit, is so terrifying?"

Luo Luo looked around the room with some concern: "I wonder if Miss Jian is okay..."

"Ah! Senior brother!"

Xiang'er suddenly jumped and pulled Chen Yin's hand, saying excitedly: "The Demonic Dao Master has woken up!"

Chen Yin's eyes suddenly lit up.

-

"……Yeah."

Looking at the sound transmission token floating in front of him, the pale and sickly Demon Dao Master smiled silently: "I didn't expect that in the end, I still placed all my hopes on Changming."

"It seems that my previous advice to ask you to take good care of it was spot on."

"What do you know?" Chen Yin asked with a frown.

“…My ancestor is the Demon Lord Mo Wuyou.”

His tone was somewhat melancholy. “Even our ancestors rarely mentioned this secret to anyone. Apart from our direct bloodline, almost no one knows about it.”

“Because it’s not a glorious story.”

"Do you know why there was a conflict between the Immortal Lord and the Demon Lord in the world of immortal cultivation?"

“…Because of different philosophies?”

"No. For a simpler reason." The Demonic Sect Master Mo Xun said, "Because the Demon Lord once went crazy and massacred an entire state city tribe overnight."

"And among them is the hometown of the Immortal Venerable's wife."

Chen Yin's eyes narrowed.

"It was also because of that incident that Mo Wuyou, the human race's genius who was once as famous as the Immortal Venerable, became a terrifying bloodthirsty demon overnight, attracting the pursuit of the entire human race."

"And the Immortal Master's wife was also heartbroken at that time, and finally chose to marry the Immortal Master."

Going crazy overnight? Why?

Chen Yin suddenly remembered something and gradually fell silent.

"What about Miss Jian?" Xiang'er asked again.

"Several years after the Immortal Venerable's wife passed away, the Immortal Venerable finally found a way to completely forge the Dao Sword. That is, to find the spirit."

"He went through untold hardships, searching the world for something that could become the sword spirit of the Dao Sword. And the sword spirit he chose in the end..."

Mo Xun paused, and suddenly changed the subject.

"Half a year after the Immortal Master and his wife got married, she became pregnant."

"One year later, the Immortal Venerable had a daughter."

"Name her...Gu Mingyue." His voice was low.

Xiang'er was stunned for a moment, then realized something and quickly covered her mouth in shock. Lian Luoluo's eyes were full of fear after she reacted.

Chen Yin took a breath and said with some difficulty:

"……No way?"

"The Immortal Venerable..."

"You took your own daughter to make swords?"

(I went home for the Chinese New Year. Because my schedule is so different from my family's, I adjusted my schedule so much that I felt like dying. This is the first time I fell asleep while typing.)

(I will update twice tomorrow. I am dead for another day today. My mind is not clear anymore.)

Three Hundred and Thirty, Mo Wuyou

In the ancient times, after the thirty-day catastrophe.

From the secret room in Changliu Mountain, there was a long, terrifying roar.

“Uh uh…”

The sound was like a caged beast struggling desperately in its cage.

The sound lasted for more than half an hour before gradually dying down.