CHAPTER 913: CHAPTER 912: PASSAGEWAY FORMED

The tremor of the space channel became increasingly obvious, and those monsters once filling the space sensed the danger. Just like they came silently, they now fled cleanly. They have their instincts, knowing that where the channel leads is not a place for them, so they slink away.

A hundred cultivators remained, each with a complex expression—have they gained something, or lost? No one knows.

They wait for the channel to fully open, not daring to act recklessly, fearing sudden accidents. After enduring sixty years of hardship, these remaining individuals finally reached their goal and are about to enter the Jinxiu Continent.

Hou Niao stood calmly in an inconspicuous spot, gazing indifferently at it all, including those full of anticipation. They quickly forgot the companions who bravely stood out, even wearing mocking expressions.

Reaching into his bosom, he found a storage ring containing a sword scabbard and a letter with Yue Duo’s familiar tone.

’Little Niao, by the time you read this letter, I might have already gone elsewhere; don’t ask me where because I don’t know either.

I’m glad to have met you; these sixty years have made me realize having you in Jinxiu is enough, more suitable than me.

This is your legend, not mine.

This is my first time defying the Sword Sect’s mission, but it’s nothing; as a Sword Cultivator, you shouldn’t be too obedient; believe in yourself.

If there’s a future chance to meet again, I hope Jinxiu Sword Vein becomes a real Sword Sect, like Qingkong. You don’t have to submit to anyone, because once you do, the flying sword loses its edge.

Qingkong is Qingkong, Jinxiu is Jinxiu, parents don’t represent children, only the Sword Vein will never break.

The sword scabbard left for you contains something that might support you to the Nascent Soul level; for more, you have to find it yourself!’

Hou Niao felt his hand growing heavy; he lived quite freely for the past sixty years, focusing only on cultivation.

Because over the years, he has accepted this senior sister; if everyone returns to Jinxiu Continent, it would suffice to assist her. With her temperament, truly taking over Shan Sect would likely be more thorough than he could manage.

He is glad to be an assistant, avoiding facing countless stubborn elders; with the senior sister at the forefront, he only needs to give some bad ideas, acting as a competent guide.

The appearance of a senior sister, her strong power, pure Sword Cultivator ideology, thousands of years of inheritance—all of these are far more convincing than Hou Gouzi. He feels his cultivation spring is arriving, allowing him to do what he loves most, and the burdened task being perhaps leading the Grassland Golden Sword Vein, or his hometown Anhe Daoist Sect, but now...

Where did the senior sister go? This question has no answers; his judgment leaned toward the Innate Spiritual Treasure has not truly perished, its disintegration merely one form of existence, taking those cultivators who harbored killing intent against it onto another path in anger.

Where does this path end? At least before reaching the Nascent Soul Realm, it’s impossible to know. He estimates gaining knowledge on this matter and having the ability to act requires being a True Monarch as a basic requirement, necessitating several hundred years or even a millennium.

The only comfort is many companions with shared ideals are with her. Perhaps calling them kindred spirits overestimates them, but at least they have limits, passion, and some human qualities.

Those ruthless ones, unscrupulous for their goals, remain on the Jinxiu Continent. Well, no need to distinguish between friend and foe—all deserve to die!

Merging his mind into the sword scabbard, he discovers a variety of skills and swordsmanship more comprehensive and profound than what Yue Duo previously gave him.

The lettering on the scabbard reveals it’s the travel gift prepared for the Qingkong Sword Vein’s core disciples journeying abroad, for whom returning to the sect in life isn’t a certainty, including a complete set of skills aiding disciples to reach and roam in the Nascent Soul Realm.

From this, one can see the Qingkong Sword Vein’s distinctive approach, emphasizing independence and self-reliance as the real foundation for a Sword Cultivator.

This item cannot be easily granted to others; disciples don’t have the right to teach on behalf of the sect—it’s solely for self-practice. Yet, Jinxiu Sword Vein is somewhat different, its uniqueness lies in being inherited originally from Qingkong, and Yue Duo aimed to rejuvenate Jinxiu Sword Vein, explaining why she, a mere Foundation Establishment, could carry such precious treasure.

Now, Yue Duo left him the sword scabbard, along with a heavy burden.

A smile appeared on his face; his nonchalant demeanor, how did it gain the senior sister’s approval? From initially only receiving the Sword Light Division Skill, to systematic teaching twenty years later, to now being taught everything—this process reveals the senior sister isn’t impulsive at face value; she spent sixty years observing, finally considering him worthy of trust?

Then only when he was immersed in mind entering the Purple Mansion Soul Realm did she thrust the sword scabbard and a hastily written note in his bosom, deducing she already predicted her fate at that time.

Perhaps indeed reluctantly, yet not without mental preparation;

Having mental preparedness is good, at least proving she considers it another legend?

What is it all about? He felt a bit curious.

However, he held some grievances; why not swap their positions? He also yearned for new life, new environment, new challenges, new chaos, new garden...

This senior sister too arbitrarily decided he’s the best candidate to stay on Jinxiu Continent, just because he’s familiar with everything here.

In a short time, Hou Niao sorted through it all thoroughly, his mood greatly calmed, no longer filled with murderous intent as when he first read the letter.

Upon regaining clarity, looking back at the final scene with Wei Yi and Gu Zai before going to battle, he understood their meaningful gaze.

They entrusted him, yet such an entrustment feels elusive as their relationship hadn’t reached the point of transferring legacy, and sudden events lacked deep contemplation.

Thus, they resorted to this most unreliable method, he could understand, or feign ignorance, the choice lies within.

Shaking his head, can he pretend not to understand? Cultivators are astute, what isn’t clear?

Shan Sect, Grassland Sword Vein, Anhe Daoist Sect, now joined by Qin Sect, Yunzhang Blood Transformation...annoying!

Senior sister, you overestimate me!