This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1742 - 67: Do Not Grieve That No One Knows You Ahead (End of Volume)

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

Those little mice followed with sounds, but as their intelligence wasn't fully developed, they could only produce squeaking noises, which merged into a creepy cacophony.

Lu Qingshan couldn't help but laugh. It was Rat Tyrant, who had once protected the Western Rat King, but he had never seen him, so he couldn't recognize him.

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In the desolate land, deep within the Three Thousand Great Mountains.

Lu Qingshan once again met Xue Zhuyong and Mo Zhizhi, the couple who had settled with the people of Jiaolong Island, establishing a thriving town within the mountains.

This is the resilience of the Human Race.

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In Fufeng City, he saw Beiming True Venerable, reminding Lu Qingshan of his days in Qing State, yet he did not appear, only taking a distant glance.

At Fengling River in the Western Domain, a swordswoman named Li Baoping brought back memories of his spirited years.

The most vivid memory was not his self-imposed severance from his foundation but a young girl named Yang Qing'er, who invited him to her tribe with innocent eyes.

In a small, unnamed town in the Eastern Domain, he encountered Dantai Qingrun, who, despite having the Sixth Realm cultivation, did her heavenly spirit root justice.

This time, Lu Qingshan chose to appear and even invited Dantai Qingrun to visit Inverted Mountain when free, but she declined, being not a loose cultivator but holding an "official position," and busy with her duties!

Lu Qingshan pondered and with a thought, transported Dantai Qingrun to the Inverted Mountain range and left, leaving the Dantai Tower Master helpless yet amused.

Hey, how could the master of the Sword Sect be easily refused?

At Lotus Peak of Heavenly Secret Pavillion, he saw Lin Yao and Spirit Moon, who were not surprised by his appearance. They gracefully greeted Sect Master Lu, and Spirit Moon enthusiastically recounted the events at the Seven Domains' debate, lamenting how Lu Qingshan had left everyone far behind, and in a sigh, Lu Qingshan quietly departed.

Upon reaching Bell Mountain, the once-dominating sect, Candle Dragon Hall, had long disappeared, replaced by a new sect, far from its former glory.

Returning to Beicang City, the Sword Tomb was gone, and Xu Su was nowhere in sight; the old Martial Emperor who lost twice to Li Qiubai had long returned to the battlefield, guarding the Human Race.

At Black Abyss, no sign of the Blood Demon Lord or the earth-shattering "Godslayer Battle" could be seen; past memories had long been let go, yet a deep gratitude remained for being in this world.

Burial Ridge, You Xiong Tribe, Rinsing Spirit Sect, Chang'an City....

Revisiting familiar places, many faces Lu Qingshan knew remained recognizable.

Unknowingly, those faces had grown mature or old, and not everyone could journey on the cultivation path; however, some looked unchanged, like Mo Yan.

Recollections, like a pot of wine, grew deeper with each drink, leaving Lu Qingshan slightly tipsy.

In a daze, Lu Qingshan suddenly realized that the once vast Seven Domains was now merely a blink away.

And he remained so young, barely changed since those days, still deeply passionate about the sword, as ever.

At the Celestial Boundary, spirit roaming out of body, losing self, forgetting heaven and earth, forgetting all except the Dao within; this was the path of seeking Dao and a perilous one too.

But for Lu Qingshan, it seemed otherwise. Everything, though passing by like a fleeting scene, became more vibrant.

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Roaming outside the heavens, the physical body stood unguarded.

This was an unchangeable rule.

Though Heavenly River Sea was the spirit of mountains and lakes, it didn't mean its intelligence was low. To kill Lu Qingshan, already of the Ninth Tribulation Realm and possessing Oblivion, now was the best opportunity.

It didn't think there would be another chance in the future.

So it struck without hesitation.

The seawater turned into a long blade, soaring skyward, but as it approached three feet from Lu Qingshan's physical body, it halted.

A woman in a red palace gown held the ghostly blue Oblivion, confronting it with her brows raised.

"You dare?"

Whether a brief moment or countless years passed seemed uncertain.

Lu Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes.

The Dao flower in his hand, its five petals withered one by one.

The long blade, formed of seawater and hovering three feet in front of Lu Qingshan, shattered with a roar.

His three souls and seven spirits returning, the now awakened Lu Qingshan couldn't help but chuckle softly, "Did you really think I'd be unprepared for you?"

He no longer paid attention to the Heavenly River Sea.

Purple aura rising, a True Dragon appeared behind Lu Qingshan, glaring fiercely, exhaling purple-golden qi, noble beyond words.

Inheriting the world, Lu Qingshan also inherited the vast fortune of Sword Immortal Chu Mu.

It was a fortune of safeguarding humanity for twenty thousand years.

With this fortune, Lu Qingshan's already True Dragon-like fortune elevated further; in terms of immensity and density, it stood unparalleled in the world.

Lu Qingshan turned again to look at the heavens, revealing a smile that seemed angry, mournful, or exultant, speaking word by word:

"Watch closely, all of you."

"How about this sword?"

The world witnesses the Dao, all seeking unity,

Yet the Dao is boundless; why bow before the Heavenly Dao?

Forge a path of your own to walk on.

Heaven and Earth at hand.

Sword Qi shot skyward.

The Sword Qi, exhibiting mysterious yellow hues, contained unprecedented strength.

Sword Qi surged.

Everything within Heaven and Earth seemed to freeze.

As if time and space both stood still.

The next moment, at the junction of sky and sea, a line appeared.

That was a sword scar.

Profoundly deep, piercing through the sky.

It was also the beginning of a stroke.

This stroke extended towards the brink of the sky, extending, extending, until unseen, spanning the heavens.

This is the Sword of the Human World.

It's also the Sword of Creation.

And the Sword of Pathmaking.

The entire Heaven's Vault, thunder rumbled heavily.

The colossal True Dragon, like a mountain, coiled behind Lu Qingshan, raised its dragon head towards the entire sky, letting out an earth-shattering roar.

True Dragon coiled in the human realm.

Hence, no thunder dared crack the human world.

Lu Qingshan raised his head high, deeply and keenly staring at the unmistakably bright sun and moon in the sky, until they overlapped with the sun and moon in his eyes.

A moment later.

Radiance shone brightly.

A path, seemingly tangible and intangible, appeared at Lu Qingshan's feet, extending upwards through the Nine Heavens, reaching that unattainable gate.

No sooner had he just opened the path, the Dao was already ten thousand miles away.

Though the hardest pass, breaking through was most effortless.

Lu Qingshan pondered and suddenly realized.

Ah, many years ago, the moment he first picked up a sword, he was already on this path.

This journey, both a journey through the Nine Heavens and the Sword Dao.

The Sword Dao, he had long mastered, just awaiting the right time.

Three great Sword Immortals paved the way for the sword cultivators of the world, Heaven and Earth Sword bestowed fortune, Radiance flower enlightened his true self.

In the depths, latent dragon, as spring deepens, the dragon changes with the times.

As one achieves ambition, they roam the four seas.

If the sea does not come to welcome me, then I shall come myself.

Chang'an's three great Sword Immortals are no longer in the human world.

Worry not that there will be no kindred spirits on the path ahead.

Who in the world would not recognize you!