My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

Jing Yue looked up at the silver snakes dancing wildly across the sky and solemnly put Ji-ji into the jade pendant to recuperate.

Holding the Mini Canglan Sword in his hand, he said in a low voice, “We have found all the five extreme cold items, but it’s a pity we have no chance to forge you in the future.”

Mini Canglan Sword trembled and exuded a sense of comfort.

Jing Yue smiled and looked at Qin Yanzhi, who nodded. Both of them endured the pain that was about to explode and came to A-Wu's side with their swords in hand.

There was also no fear in A-Wu's eyes, and he even smiled at them before turning his gaze to the dying Yao Ji.

“You have totally gone mad.”

“Hehe…”

Yao Ji couldn't even stand up at this point. She initially planned to sacrifice half her cultivation to kill the blue phoenix with the first Heavenly Tribulation, which would give her a chance to escape. She didn't expect that the blue phoenix could block the lightning tribulation without any injuries.

She knew that she was finished, but she felt a sense of relief. She just wanted to drag them along to die with her.

Thus, she sacrificed all her cultivation for the second lightning tribulation.

The third one was at the cost of her life.

Yao Ji was very tired. She couldn't even distinguish the people in front of her, only vaguely seeing a few black shadows.

It was a pity that she couldn't see these people being blown into smithereens by the Heavenly Tribulation with her own eyes, but the flashing silver light told her that they would be buried with her.

Boom!

The silver snakes poked a head out. A-Wu, Qin Yanzhi, and Jing Yue raised their heads while holding the swords in their hands tightly.

A-Wu, “Apprentice.”

Jing Yue, “Shizun?”

A-Wu, “I feel pretty good about accepting you as my apprentice.”

Jing Yue was a little baffled. Before he could understand the hidden meaning of his Shizun's sudden sentiment, he was trapped by a net, together with Qin Yanzhi.

At that moment, Jing Yue felt powerless all over. He recognized this net, which was the one that Shizun used to hang him from the tree on the first day he fell into the Torrential Realm.

Jing Yue was anxious. “Shizun, what are you doing?”

Qin Yanzhi also tried to use Taiqing to cut the rope net, but A-Wu said, “Don't waste your energy. This is the manifestation of my talent. The two of you can’t do this with your abilities.”

A-Wu propped the stone sword on his shoulders. “Good apprentice, just stay here and see how magnificent your Shizun is.”

With that said, A-Wu looked up at the raging clouds. He raised his sword and soared into the sky, shouting at the falling silver lightning, “Come on!”

But his voice was quickly drowned out by thunder. The violent lightning fell like a waterfall and engulfed his whole person.

A-Wu felt as if his skin was pricked by burning needles. He could smell the burning stench from his body, feel the distortion of his bones and meridians, and even his soul was shaking violently.

But he was unconcerned, and he wasn't afraid of death. He just wanted to reduce the power of the lightning tribulation as much as possible so that his only apprentice had a chance of survival.

Jing Yue was his successor. If the heavens was determined to stop this succession from continuing, at least he had tried his best, and everything should run its course.

A-Wu held the stone sword in both hands, and his whole demeanor changed. His eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of frost, and his black hair was also frozen by ice and snow. The Daoist robe given by Jing Yue was already ripped into pieces by the Heavenly Tribulation, and his naked body was crystal clear like an ice sculpture.

The stone sword in his hand also turned into an ice sword.

A-Wu tried his best to activate the Art of Ten Desolate Universe. There was no human emotion in his eyes as if he had insight into all the secrets between heaven and earth.

Although thunder exploded in his ears, A-Wu felt a sense of serenity. At this moment, he suddenly entered a mysterious state. He saw a silver river, saw the birth of countless stars, and he saw a person.

That person seemed to be him but not quite him, and he was also holding a sword at this time.

The man opened his eyes, and there were reflections of stars in his eyes as if hiding a void universe.

That person started moving, one move at a time, prim and proper. Then, he became faster and faster, turning into a stream of light, heading straight for A-Wu!

When the stream of light merged with the sword in A-Wu's hand, he laughed and said, “So that's it! I get it now! Hahaha!”

A-Wu took a step in mid-air, his forehead swelled, his soul-mind expanded, and transparent ripples spread around him. Where the ripples swept, everything turned to ice.

The Deadlands was covered in silver, full of A-Wu’s presence everywhere.

Jing Yue, who was far away on the ground, knew that this was the power transformed by Shizun, the world of snow and ice manifested by Shizun. But everything in front of him seemed like an illusion, and the only reality was Qin Yanzhi holding his hand.

Suddenly, Jing Yue's body froze, his pupils constricted sharply, and he finally saw Shizun's figure again amid the lightning.

“Apprentice!”

Jing Yue heard A-Wu calling him and quickly responded, “I’m here!”

He saw Shizun raising the sword in his hand. He didn't look at him but said instead, “Pass on my sword. Watch carefully. This is our sword!”

With that said, A-Wu slashed out calmly!

That sword had evolved thousands of times in his mind but it was never completed.

That sword had attracted lightning tribulation for him and cost him his life.

Jing Yue stared fixedly at the sky, the corners of his eyes were almost ruptured. He saw that A-Wu's body was melted by lightning tribulation, but the sword became brighter and brighter, as bright as a star.

A dot of light suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by ten, hundred, and countless dots—it was starlight, also a sword formation.

The stars were arranged haphazardly, gradually filling the gaps between the stars, and converging into a galaxy.

Another moment later, all the stars exploded and shattered, turned into silver dust, and fell from the sky, like the fall of the Milky Way, mighty and majestic, merging with the lightning tribulation.

Jing Yue's ears buzzed and his mind went blank. Today, he finally saw this sword clearly, the last sword move of the Canglan Sword Technique, which seemed to be the Galaxy that Fell into Nine Heavens!

He finally comprehended the true meaning of this sword, which was the last sentence A-Wu left to him, and also the sentence on the jade token that he bestowed on Yi Wang in his previous life.

He carved the first half of the sentence while Yi Wang carved the second half—sword from my heart, I offer my body to the sword.

Rumble!

Another loud bang shook the earth, causing the mountains and rivers to collapse.

The scenes before their eyes suddenly stopped and disintegrated—the Torrential Realm shattered.

The Middle Ages secret realm.

Liu Yun and the others had been trapped for three years.

They tried to escape from the weird mountain trough that day, but they were blocked by an invisible barrier and couldn't get out no matter what.

Fortunately, the mountain trough had been very peaceful in the past three years and all of them were still alive.

However, the mountain trough whipped up a storm again on this day. Everyone was terrified by the sound of the wind but it didn't sweep anyone away like last time, just that the secret realm began to collapse rapidly from the center of the mountain trough.

Everyone subconsciously ran out of the mountain trough again, and this time, they found that they were able to leave.

They ran desperately, hoping to leave this place before the secret realm was completely reduced to ruins. Otherwise, they would either end up falling into the gap between the nine heavens or die.

No remnant souls of gods and demons attacked them along the way. When passing through the maze, they saw a white skeleton.

The skeleton was still standing with one finger pointing forward in the direction where they entered the Middle Ages secret realm. Hong Luan paused and said, “It's Daoist Xu Lin.”

Daoist Xu Lin was the old man who was taken possession by the remnant soul and finally destroyed his soul-mind.

Everyone sighed inwardly. They knew that Daoist Xu Lin hoped that they could leave the Middle Ages secret realm until his death. His obsession allowed him to maintain this position. Even if his flesh rotted, his bones guided their way of escape.

With a wave of his sleeve, Liu Yun swept Daoist Xu Lin's skeleton into his sleeve and continued to flee.

He didn't know what happened in the Middle Ages secret realm. They had been waiting for Jing Yue and Qin Yanzhi to no avail. Now that the secret realm had collapsed, no one knew if the two would have a chance to get out alive.

However, Jing-laozu returned by rebirth. Heaven Dao gave him a second chance at life, and he had gone through several seemingly dead ends.

He only hoped for a miracle.

The person Liu Yun was worried about was once again swept into the torrent of time with Qin Yanzhi.

At the moment of A-Wu's demise, the net that trapped them disappeared, and the shattered Torrential Realm plunged them into darkness.

The two held hands tightly but the strong suction put them in danger of being separated at any time. If they separated, no one knew if there’d be a chance to meet again. Jing Yue bit his lip and suppressed the grief in his heart. He let go of one hand and slashed hard under his right rib, slicing his skin apart in an instant.

Qin Yanzhi was shocked. “What are you doing?”

Jing Yue pulled Qin Yanzhi's hand forcefully, put it on his wound, and said calmly, “Yanzhi, I want to form a bone contract with you. Grab my rib!”

Qin Yanzhi was shocked. The bone contract was a secret technique they found in the Royal Purple Palace. The contractors could sense each other's location with a single thought. Even if they were thousands of miles apart, separated in different worlds, or even dead, their bones would transcend the constraints of time and space and merge into one, making them inseparable for all eternity.

“…Okay,” Qin Yanzhi said hoarsely.

His hand went through Jing Yue's wound and got lost in the latter’s warm flesh and blood. At the same time, he felt a pain in his body. Jing Yue also pierced his flesh and grabbed his rib.

This bloody scene seemed to portray some sort of heroic beauty at this moment. Qin Yanzhi suddenly calmed down. Hearing Jing Yue chanting the ancient mantra in a low voice, he felt as if his soul was divided into two halves. One half merged into the other party while the other half remained in him.

They now shared life and karma, never to be separated again.

They saw each other’s memories in the torrent of time. Some scenes were familiar, while others were novel. No more secrets existed between them.

Gradually, their consciousness began to blur. Their bodies were wrecked by the torrent of time, aging and growing young, again and again, but they held each other tightly just like one person.

Suddenly, a beam of light appeared in front of them.

The next moment, they smelled the aroma of green grass.