This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1767 - 11: Luohu Attains Sainthood (Part 3)

She stepped forward.

Just one step, so negligible it could almost be ignored.

But in the next moment, she appeared outside Yumen Pass, above Heaven's Vault.

The terrifying aura of Heaven and Earth was still pouring into Xia Daoyun's body.

Her black hair danced wildly in the wind.

"Are you risking your life? Even if you're a Sword Immortal, how can you withstand the powerful strength gained from such vast destiny!" Chi Venerable exclaimed in shock, trying to stop Xia Daoyun.

Xia Daoyun said nothing more.

She had already arrived before Chi Venerable.

Her speed was too fast, a matter of inches yet worlds apart.

She gripped the ox ear tightly with her right hand, sword light radiating in all directions.

The ox ear advanced, and the sword light followed, engulfing Chi Venerable.

Within the sword light, Chi Venerable's furious roar echoed.

He had prepared and dared not be careless, immediately casting the Bing Syllable Mantra to enter his strongest state.

Within the sword light, roars and screams echoed ceaselessly, cries resounded.

Then, the sword light scattered, revealing the scene inside.

Xia Daoyun stood quietly, blood trickling from her eyes and seeping from her lips.

Opposite her was Chi Venerable, showing no visible wounds.

"Using Great Xia's millennium destiny, exchanged for instant glory... madwoman!" Chi Venerable grinned and said.

All powers in the world possess destiny, merely varying in quantity.

Undoubtedly, inheriting Ancestral Patriarch Xia's bloodline and guarding the Human Race for twenty thousand years, Great Xia is a leader among these forces with the greatest destiny.

As the newly appointed Empress, Xia Daoyun held control over this destiny, this heritage.

Her responsibility and mission were to expand Great Xia's destiny, or at the very least prevent its decline.

Yet today, Xia Daoyun acted against this principle, squandering the vast destiny accumulated by Great Xia over a thousand years, merely to gain temporary power.

Anyone who witnessed this would lament her as the greatest spendthrift in the world.

....

Xia Daoyun turned around.

A clear sword mark appeared on Chi Venerable's body.

Then the second.

The third.

....

A total of ten thousand eight hundred sword wounds appeared on Chi Venerable's body, densely packed, terrifying to behold.

Then, blood splattered outward.

Chi Venerable seemed to become a human-shaped fountain, continuously spraying blood.

He watched the silhouette of the woman departing, eyes unable to close in death.

He could never understand.

Why she risked her life, sacrificing Great Xia's millennium destiny, just to unleash these ten thousand eight hundred swords against him.

.......

Xia Daoyun did not care what Chi Venerable was thinking.

Nor did she care about her transformation at this moment.

Her actions were so swift that the changes were only now occurring on her.

Xia Daoyun's black hair began to fade.

Changing to white.

This was the cost.

The cost was life.

The beauty of this was that the person she did this for had long had white hair.

In this view, they were even as white-headed together.

She did not give Chi Venerable another glance and leapt onto the ox ear.

Sword light soared, breaking through the heavy demon cloud, heading into the distance.

The noisy battlefield fell silent for a moment.

Or rather, it was a deathly stillness.

No demon dared to obstruct her path.

In Yumen Pass, there were no shocked shouts.

Even the cultivators of Yumen Pass were rendered speechless in their shock.

...

Great Xia's millennium destiny was squandered so easily.

The future prospects had also crumbled at this moment.

Even most of her life had drained away.

Is it a pity?

Not a pity.

These things are important.

But there's something more important in the distance.

One very important thing in life is to understand what is more important to oneself.

Xia Daoyun had figured this out a long time ago.