This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1777 - 14: Those Years We Defied Heaven Together_4

Is it really meaningless?

Even if to Luohu they are merely ants, which he can crush with a single step.

But, as long as he lifts his foot one more time, isn't that where the meaning lies?

.....

Nailed to the Heavenly River City Wall with thirty-six lightning spears, immobilized, Lu Qingshan underwent a minuscule change at this moment.

His finger twitched slightly.

Everything happening in front of him, including the people charging forward in successive waves and the ever-bursting blood mist, all fell into his pitch-black eyes.

Those blood mists, like rain of blood, fell into the Heavenly River Sea, creating ripples after ripples, just like his current state of mind.

Seawater is cold, but blood is hot.

As the Oblivion River Sword Master, Lu Qingshan could sense the temperature of the blood through the Heavenly River Sea.

To be honest, Lu Qingshan never felt that he had done any great favor for the Human Race, nor had he ever expected that all he did would bring about the so-called rewards in return.

What drives a Sword Cultivator is nothing more than the pursuit of one's heart's desire.

Therefore, he never expected that when he failed, others would do something for him.

After all, the enemy is a Demon Holy, invincible in the world, a strongman unimaginable to ordinary cultivators.

In front of the mighty Luohu, the Human Cultivators are as weak as ants, naturally should feel despair, and then give up.

To put it plainly.

He never demanded others to be like "Lu Qingshan".

There is only one Lu Qingshan.

But, everything is different from what he imagined.

Between him and Luohu, appeared countless Human Cultivators like a vast ocean.

Luohu advanced calmly, while the Heavenly River cultivators continued to pounce at him and then died.

Then more Heavenly River cultivators rushed out.

More would die.

They couldn't even touch the hem of Luohu's clothing.

This couldn't even be called a mantis trying to stop a chariot—at least a mantis would touch the wheel.

Moth to the flame would be more fitting.

The scene looked laughable.

But it wasn't funny.

In the face of such an insurmountable gap, everything the Human Race cultivators did can be summed up as seeking death.

Of course, seeking death sounds harsh, so people created a much more beautiful term for this.

Courting death.

The Heavenly River cultivators were courting death.

The Human Race had reached its most dangerous moment.

They wanted to stop Luohu.

So they chose to die in front of Lu Qingshan, using their own flesh and blood to build a new Great Wall for Lu Qingshan.

"Too arrogant," Lu Qingshan thought self-deprecatingly, mocking his own arrogance, yet feeling a sense of joy.

Though trapped in the air, his heart felt a pleasure it had never known, "What makes Lu Qingshan so great? Why do you think others can't be like you?"

Luohu once asked him, what was the meaning?

This persistence, what did it mean?

This was the answer, this was the meaning.

Lu Qingshan felt a vague, indescribable emotion churning back and forth in his heart.

Like magma in a volcano, flowing fiercely.

Blood continued to flow out of his body.

.....

Luohu's blood is cold, so he could overlook the slaughter Lu Qingshan committed in the Black Armor Domain before becoming a saint, even forgoing blood debts and leaving Lu Qingshan alive, as long as Lu Qingshan would submit to him.

Thus, he felt no pity for the death of others.

Yet the Human Race's courting death today puzzled him.

This kind of courting death, the Demon Race could also accomplish.

But it would require his orders, and they would court death out of fear.

The Human Race, however, was courting death facing fear.

This inexplicably caused some dissatisfaction in him, so he sneered:

"Your courage is commendable, but if the heavens are set to annihilate the Human Race, what can you do?"

No one could answer Luohu's question.

Most people didn't know what role the heavens really played in this long war between Dao and Demon.

But just as a Ninth Tribulations Sword Immortal emerged from the Human Race, the Demon Race gave birth to the first Demon Holy in history.

Looking at it this way, it indeed seemed like the heavens were set to destroy the Human Race.

The courage of the weak is indeed praiseworthy, but it is the strength of the strong that truly decides everything.

No one should know how to answer this question.

Perhaps it's not that they didn't know, but even if they did, they dared not speak the answer aloud.

Eventually, a voice rose.

The voice was hoarse and parched, like that of someone about to die of thirst.

But it was also very steadfast.

The voice answered on their behalf: "Then defy the heavens."

Luohu paused for a moment, slowly raised his brow, looked forward, and met a pair of black eyes.

Luohu squinted, staring at the young man whose face appeared extremely fierce due to his unhealed wounds, somewhat impatient, not having given up yet?

Crack... Crack...

The piercing sound made one's scalp tingle.

Lu Qingshan drew strength from the boundless Heavenly River Sea, then infused it into his broken body, twisting off and breaking the thirty-six lightning spears embedded in his body with his reborn flesh and blood.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The lightning spears shattered, turning into snakes of electricity, rampaging through Lu Qingshan's body, piercing through and tearing every vein, every blood vessel.

The agony didn't bring Lu Qingshan down.

It acted like a furnace, relentlessly hammering Lu Qingshan, not breaking him but instead awakening the true strength within him.

Like a sword embryo, forged by hammering, emerging from the furnace, entering cold water, its edge finally revealed.

Even Luohu felt a tremor, suddenly realizing that if he hadn't been one step quicker, the abyss would have long since been defeated.

Such an opponent was terrifying.

"A person like this is destined to reach the Ancestral Realm," this thought flashed in his mind, then grew more vicious, "today he must be annihilated completely!"

....

Lu Qingshan shattered the lightning spears and finally broke free of his imprisonment.

He stood up.

But he was very weak.

Lu Qingshan's original plan was to rely on the "Immortal and Indestructible" ability granted by the Heavenly River Sea to fight against Luohu, preparing for Moon Slash.

Until Full Moon Slash.

A two-hundred-fold power sword strike of the Ninth Tribulations Sword Immortal, shouldn't even a Demon Holy perish?

But now, it was impossible to know the answer.

Because Luohu had already proven that the Demon Holy is indeed invincible.

Even with a sea at his disposal, he couldn't muster the force of a Full Moon Slash under a Demon Holy's hand.

Even Waxing Moon Slash was impossible.

Actually, Lu Qingshan had anticipated this outcome.

If the Demon Holy was just so, how could the Ancestral Patriarch Xia have been forced to support the sky back then?

But he just wanted to try.

Of course, as a prudent Sword Cultivator, he had a backup plan.

Just as Qi Butian said, only the Ancestral Realm can contend with the Saint Realm.

Facts proved, indeed so.

The Demi-Ancestor didn't work, the Ninth Tribulations Sword Immortal didn't work, only the Ancestral Realm worked.

Then, he could only try to ascend to the Ancestral Realm.

He had no confidence at all.

So this was his backup plan—after failing to challenge Luohu, he could still try to ascend to the Ancestral Realm, but failing to ascend left no further opportunity to challenge Luohu.

The actions of challenging Luohu and attempting to ascend to the Ancestral Realm had a sequence.

....

How do Human Race cultivators ascend to the Ancestral Realm?

Open the Heaven's Gate without dying, and one can trace the source and achieve the Ancestral Realm.

Truly a path as clear as day.

But why has no one else besides the Ancestral Patriarch Xia reached this realm?

Because no one knows how to be immortal.

...

Immortality is indeed the greatest and hardest thing in the world.

Lu Qingshan had spent over a year pondering the answer.

But compared to the challenge of immortality, this time seemed laughably short.

He hadn't found the answer yet.

But there was no time left.

"Burning to death is better than dying on your knees."

Lu Qingshan coldly declared with determination.

"Holding your hand, living together with you, and... dying with you," Qin Yitian recited, as steadfast as her General.

The promise made when forming the bond, fulfilled today.

Dragon Sparrow was burning as well.

Lu Qingshan waved out Dragon Sparrow.

....

Luohu's expression finally changed, whether in surprise, anger, or fear.

The sky unfolded a scene.

Radiance and splendor overflowed.

Sword Opening Heaven's Gate!