This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1741 - 67: Do Not Fret That No One Understands You on the Road Ahead (End of Volume)
Lu Qingshan extended his hand and grasped the bronze ancient sword.
Thus, he learned the name of the ancient sword.
Heaven and Earth.
Heaven's movement is vigorous, a gentleman should strive for self-improvement;
Earth's condition is receptive, a gentleman should hold virtue to sustain all.
Carry forward the learning of past sages, create peace for all future generations.
With Heaven and Earth in hand, who says the width of Heaven and Earth is vast?
Heaven and Earth, the sword of humanity, the sword of the sacred path.
It symbolizes the Human Race.
Grasping this sword means bearing everything.
At this moment, Lu Qingshan seemed to foresee the future, seeing people placing their last hope upon him.
Enemies, indeed, bring hatred and pain, but to Lu Qingshan, they are nothing more than whetstones urging him forward.
The hardest to cope with is the feeling of everyone eagerly anticipating every word you say.
However, he couldn't refuse this burden.
All of this was no longer just his own matter.
Li Qiubai opened Heaven's Gate with his sword, Xie Qingyun slaughtered countless Heart Demons in the Central Spirit Domain, Xia Daoyun guarded a realm at Yumen Pass, Chu Mu ascended to shepherd gods...
All these feelings merged into a strange sensation, then transformed into a sentence that couldn't remain unsaid.
"Entrust your hopes to the cold stars, though unnoticed..."
Lu Qingshan's voice rose, cold and resolute, echoing across Heaven and Earth.
"I offer my blood to Xuanyuan!"
Once spoken, the majestic sound of a sword's roar echoed through Heaven and Earth.
He comprehended the spirit of Heaven and Earth, grasped the true intent of Heaven and Earth.
The simple bronze ancient sword erupted with a bright radiance.
Lu Qingshan suddenly felt Heaven and Earth vast and boundless, his eyes filled with brilliant light.
Sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, grass, and trees, the arts of farming and animal husbandry, the strategy to unify all seas, all flowed before his eyes.
Heaven and Earth had become his Life-bound Sword.
The seventh Life-bound Sword.
Also the last Life-bound Sword.
The Earth-element Life-bound Sword.
Lu Qingshan only felt an indescribable emotion stirring in his heart.
But he took a deep breath and suppressed all emotions.
Everything was not over yet.
This journey, braving wind, frost, rain, snow, enduring dangers, through mountains of blades and seas of flames, defeating all formidable foes, had now finally reached the crucial moment.
He must not falter.
Lu Qingshan looked around.
Heaven and Earth are clear, the atmosphere bleak.
The Purple Bamboo Forest was long gone, the Heavenly River Sea deathly silent.
Lu Qingshan kept in a daze, recalling many people and many past events, fleeting across his mind.
How lonely it is.
A world without you, how lonely!
He didn't know when he opened his eyes, holding a lotus flower in his hand.
Five petals.
The Heart Demon clan called it the Wandering Spirit Flower, but Lu Qingshan named it the Dao Flower.
He had said before, the next time he would use this flower, it would only be in one situation.
Sword Immortal.
That time is now.
"Demon Suppressing Peach Blossom Oblivion Dragon Sparrow Heaven and Earth soar with Resounding Spirits."
Like a general on a grand stage commanding troops.
Seven long swords, worthy of being called Divine Swords of this world, unsheathed and hovered in the air.
Even if a Sword Immortal were to reappear in this world, they would be shocked by such a scene.
Who else has ever seen so many Divine Swords at once?
Lu Qingshan looked up to the sky, then reached out and lightly spoke.
"Gentlemen..."
"Listen to the song of the sword!"
The sword's clang resounded powerfully.
The sound never-ending.
How could there be loneliness?
.....
No more hesitation.
Lu Qingshan's spirit surged into the lotus flower in his hand.
His vision instantly soared thousands of miles away.
He saw the Heavenly River Sea, the South Sea, the East Sea, the five lakes and four seas.
He saw the Inverted Mountain, Qingcheng, Penglai, Helan, all the famous mountains under Heaven.
He saw Chang'an City, Yumen, Guangling, the Mountain and Sea, all the majestic passes.
He saw grass, trees, fish, and birds, the living beings of the world.
And during this process, he encountered many familiar faces.
In Qing State, the newly rebuilt Zhenjiang City, a man led a small team patrolling the clean and tidy streets, dressed in uniform, looking very imposing.
Lu Qingshan vaguely felt a sense of familiarity, a young, innocent face surfaced in his mind, and then a name slipped out.
"Cai Xingchao."
He who said he would stay behind to rebuild Zhenjiang City has achieved his wish.
Moreover, he has matured much now, his cultivation has also significantly progressed, surely Steward Cai beneath the Nine Springs would be gratified.
One couldn't help but recall many years ago, that beast massacre of the city, the elderly Pacification Commissioner cultivator Cai Heng leading a mother and child in a desperate escape.
At that time, the situation was urgent, leaving no room for anything else, but now Lu Qingshan could clearly recall, the captain Xu Hao, who sacrificed himself in the stone chamber, after giving him a look, chose to extend a helping hand.
"Ha, the captain deliberately found a reason that wasn't quite valid to save them, but in reality, it was just because they were people I knew."
The seemingly faded memories surged back into his mind.
Patrolling Cai Xingchao suddenly turned sideways, staring fixedly at a spot, the small team of cultivators behind him also stopped, then a young cultivator puzzled, "Steward Cai, did you discover something?"
Cai Xingchao slightly shifted his gaze, shook his head, and said loudly, "Continue patrolling."
....
In the endless South Sea, in the Poseidon Archipelago, the main island of the flood dragon, which had left many anecdotes, had disappeared without a trace.
A sudden wind arose, waves stirred, ripples formed continuously, and an imposing, tall man appeared without warning in the air above the sea, his eyes like the sun and moon in the sky, quietly watching below.
The sea waves surged, just like his thoughts at that moment.
The next moment, the man's figure, like foam under the sun, instantly dissipated.
Where the mind goes, the body follows.
.....
In the southern part of the Demon Spirit Mountain Range.
A Black Rat, leading thousands and thousands of small rats, lay prostrate on the ground, uttering a sharp, sycophantic voice like that of a eunuch in the palace, "The little rat and its descendants greet the Immortal! Wishing the Immortal ten thousand blessings!"