roccoschili Chapter 1540: 182: Unknown_3
Chapter 1540: 182: Unknown_3
Chapter 1540: Chapter 182: Unknown_3That person who called him “Mr. Zhang”, treating his chaotic teachings as an unparalleled treasure, wholeheartedly wishing to be involved with Qinghua… Should he forever be under the control of the Dragon God, living amidst violence and slaughter?
Should his head hang on the tree, becoming nourishment for the tree?
Should his family and friends be like him, never able to see the end of the world?
In the end, “Mr. Zhang” merely looked at Guan Yan Dao and said: “Senior, your battle is the tougher one, please fight with all your heart, don’t worry about this side. Before my sword breaks, Yan Xiao will never affect you, only continuously bleed the Dragon God… this is my promise.”
He couldn’t help but extend his hand, reaching towards Guan Yan: “Let us complete this great task together, in this distant Star Vault, in this perhaps unknown place.”
“Very well.” Guan Yan smiled warmly, reached out and clasped hands with him: “Here in this distant Star Vault, in this unknown place!”
In the vast universe, what isn’t like dust?
In endless space and time, the Forest sea source realm is indeed a distant place unknown.
No matter what stories happen here, what sacrifices are made, no matter how dazzling the displays, they are doomed to silence within the cosmos, lonely without echo…
Like silent dust in the universe.
Throughout eternity, some seek profit, some seek fame.
To gain three percent of immediate profit, dare to hang their heads on belts.
To gain applause from the world, dare to walk on the tip of a knife over a sea of fire.
However, in a place like the Forest sea source realm.
There is no applause, no cheers.
No matter how great the journey, it can only quietly end.
Beginnings and endings are all lonely.
Seek profit unseen, seek fame unknown.
But precisely in such a place.
Guan Yan, the top intellect of the Hanging Monastery for five hundred years, resolutely stayed here, never becoming a Saint in this life.
Jiang Wang, the best Inner Mansion in historical records, abandoned the merits on the Star Moon Plain Battlefield and went alone with his sword.
The top genius of five hundred years ago, and the top genius of five hundred years later…
The two decided to unite against the terrifying existence trying to control the universe’s stars in this unknown place.
One for emotion, one for belief.
Both also have compassion for the innumerable creatures in the Forest sea source realm.
No one from the Senhai Holy Clan praised Guan Yan’s name. Apart from Little Nagging Old Lady, Qinghua, Qing Bachi, and others, probably not many will remember Jiang Wang was ever here.
But they still decided to do this.
Guan Yan has fought alone for five hundred and thirty-seven years.
Today Jiang Wang… participates in battle!
The two stood before the giant wall of decayed wood, silently waiting for the opportunity to appear.
Completely decayed and ruined wood, without any vitality to speak of, yet not mixed into the soil. If the rotten wood also has spirit, it’s unknown what it’s persevering for.
Jiang Wang explored the Inner Mansion while waiting—he was ultimately unwilling to miss the time because those heavy past events were too pressing.
When Guan Yan spoke, he would speak. When Guan Yan was silent, he would cultivate.
Besides, more of Guan Yan’s focus was on the world’s source here, on that Dragon God.
The two waited until heavenly light faded, and the entire world was completely dark.
The night in the Forest sea source realm is terrifying.
“Night Attack” has never ceased its evil deeds since its inception.
If this realm could have wronged souls, the evening breeze should be full of ghostly cries. Unfortunately, even ghostly cries do not exist, even if there are wronged souls, they should have been swallowed by Yan Xiao…
Chaos invasion cannot disturb the two waiting.
The star ring on Jiang Wang’s hand emitted a faint light, protecting him from the disturbance of Night Attack. The sword sheath made of divine dragon wood also shimmered with light, as if expelling something, like ignited divine dragon incense—previously unbeknownst was such magic.
Guan Yan praised: “You can know the sword by the sheath; your sword is being nurtured better and better.”
Regarding praise of himself, Jiang Wang sometimes felt shy. But praise for his sword, he fully accepted, because he was indeed proud: “It indeed has accompanied me for a long time, is the best weapon for me, and even more so my beloved object.”
The Sword Nurturing Method specially customized by Lian Que was indeed useful, and after he achieved Tianfu, he used the light of the Five Divine Skills to nurture the sword, greatly benefiting the spirituality of Longing.
In general, the famous artifacts of the world are born with the master. During long companionship, they develop unparalleled harmony and inherent spirituality.
Even if it is a weapon used by an unmatched True Monarch, if it does not reach that legendary stage of “spiritual metamorphosis”, once separated from the original owner, it must start anew.
If separated from Jiang Mengxiong, even the Famous Artifact List of Qi Country would find it difficult to rank the army-destroying weapon as first.
The reason “spiritual metamorphosis” is called legend is self-explanatory due to its rarity.
In any case, stronger weapons must rely on the wand of the cultivator. So, the Famous Artifact Lists of various countries often rank based on the strength of the wielder, not the weapon itself.
For Jiang Wang’s praise, Longing within the sheath returned with a light hum, seemingly in agreement.
The extremely light sound of the sword made the night appear even lonelier.
But Jiang Wang and Guan Yan were both accustomed to loneliness.
“Jiang You, do you like anyone?” Guan Yan suddenly asked while gazing at the empty night sky.
Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment, then said: “I don’t really know…”
“Don’t know means yes.” Guan Yan said softly.
“Maybe, I’ve never asked myself.” Jiang Wang lowered his eyes: “The human heart has only one, it can’t contain too many things.”
Guan Yan always knew that this young man, less than twenty years old, carried very heavy matters on his mind, shoulders burdened with thousands of weight without reaching a full adult.