This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1780 - 15: Dust and Mist Subtly Benefit Mountain and Sea, Glimmers Not Yet Aglow Magnify Sun and Moon (Part 3)

In just a matter of breaths, the mana he could almost call inexhaustible had been drained by thirty percent.

He could already calculate how much longer he could hold on.

Death was approaching, but Lu Qingshan remained incredibly calm.

He had been through so much, sacrificed so many people, and now the most crucial moment had finally arrived.

Lu Qingshan took a deep breath.

He began to recite.

Word by word, he recited.

"Dust".

"Mist".

"Of the".

"Tiny".

"....".

"Add".

"Glow".

"Sun".

"Moon".

Sixteen characters in total, forming a sentence.

The last words the Ancestral Patriarch Xia left him.

"The tiny dust and mist enhance the mountains and seas, the unlit candle adds brilliance to the sun and moon."

"I understand now."

He understood not only the "one", but also this sentence.

Chu Mu had once said:

A falling star can't dim the splendor of the starry sky; a withering flower can't desolate the entire spring.

The reverse is also true.

Sword Dao is the way of post-heaven, the way of humanity.

Therefore, no matter how strong Lu Qingshan is, one person cannot make Sword Dao.

Sword Dao is achieved by the countless Sword Cultivators under heaven.

.....

In front of Yumen Pass, it was already a sea of blood.

Chi Venerable had died, but Xia Daoyun had also departed.

Luohu becoming a saint made Chi Venerable's death irrelevant because they no longer submitted to Chi Venerable, but revered Luohu.

So, Chi Venerable's death did not make the Demon Race army outside Yumen Pass retreat; instead, the assault became even fiercer, putting Yumen Pass in peril.

Thus, on the second day, Yu Canghai calmly deployed the Long Wind Sword Formation.

The Sword Immortal had returned.

The flames of war reignited.

However, just a moment before, abnormal phenomena appeared across heaven and earth, capturing the attention of all living beings at Yumen Pass, causing the intense battle to come to a halt.

People saw the hanging sea of clouds, saw the majestic Heaven's Gate, saw the silhouette within the gate, and saw that terrifying pillar of light, along with the tiny figure beneath it.

Not just Yumen Pass.

From south to north, from east to west.

At this moment, even across different regions, under the same sky

Everyone knew what was happening above the Heavenly River Sea.

......

Lu Qingshan thought he was willing to die for the Human Race because of responsibility and affection, for Xie Qingyun and Chu Mu, for Xia Daoyun and for the love towards his loved ones.

"Though tens of thousands oppose me, I will go."

He was the strongest among the Human Race, so naturally, he had to shoulder everything.

Until the moment when the Heavenly River Cultivator went to his death, he suddenly understood it was not just so, nor should it be just so.

He suddenly realized that even the smallest strength, when gathered, can change the world.

The first Heavenly River Cultivator to die was named Luo Tong, and before going to his death, he said this sentence.

"I am also a Sword Cultivator..."

Yes, he was also a Sword Cultivator.

Apart from Lu Qingshan, there were many, many Sword Cultivators.

Li Qiubai, who opened Heaven's Gate with a sword, Xie Qingyun, the Unparalleled Sword Immortal, and Chu Mu, who ascended to become the Shepherd God, were Sword Cultivators, and Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Wu, as long as they cultivated the sword, they were also Sword Cultivators.

The strength of Sword Dao comes from every Sword Cultivator.

Lu Qingshan, with his great wisdom and talent, had taken Sword Dao to thousands of miles; the road ahead, the Sword Cultivators under heaven would open together.

He asked aloud to the world, "May I borrow a sword?"

....

"Why not?"

At Yumen Pass, Yu Canghai lightly tossed, and a small boat sailed into the wind, heading towards the Nine Heavens, towards Heaven's Gate.

The small boat was gone from this point on, Canghai entrusted the rest of his life.

Not just Canghai, not just the small boat.

A dense swarm of swords rose into the sky like a swarm of locusts.

......

Western Domain.

Bai Shuang Sword Master remained silent, his expression complex.

In silence, he threw the White Frost Sword in his hand.

In silence, from the Sword Cleansing Pool, countless swords rose through the air.

"Why not!"

They said.

Lu Qingshan had once asked, "Where is the spirit of the Sword Cultivators of the Sword Cleansing Pool?"

The spirit of the Sword Cultivators of the Sword Cleansing Pool is here today!

....

"Why not!"

Countless Sword Cultivator sects in the world, countless Sword Cultivators, all threw their swords, gave the same response.

....

Boom!

In the Heavenly River Sea, five long swords burst out of the water—Xia Daoyun,

Jinghong, Youlong, Qingyun, Liufeng, and.... Niuer.

She was the closest to Lu Qingshan, so her sword arrived the fastest.

But in truth, not by much.

Moments later, the swords arrived.

Black clouds over a city?

No, black clouds over the sky.

The vast rain of swords sweeping through the air came from all corners of Sky Dome Heaven, from the Far South to the Far North, from the Far East to the Far West, in innumerable numbers, its magnitude indescribable.

At that moment, countless beings above the Heavenly River Sea involuntarily swallowed, feeling incredibly thirsty.

These swords, densely packed yet neatly arranged, sword handle facing down, sword tip pointing up, straight towards the sky.

Heaven above.

They were defiant.

Lu Qingshan floated upwards.

Going against the current.

The vast multitude of swords in the entire heaven and earth, beyond calculation, at this moment followed Lu Qingshan upwards, against the pillar of light.

This is, defying heaven.

...

Sword control is no simple task, even for the Sword Immortal, at most controlling a hundred thousand swords.

But now, it's not just hundreds of thousands, not just millions?

Tens of millions, countless swords.

This is a terrifying number no one can withstand.

The moment one dares to attempt sword control, the Primordial Spirit would shatter instantly.

But Lu Qingshan did not need to control the swords.

Because, this was the "one sword" he borrowed from the world's Sword Cultivators.

...

The swords of the world.

The power of Heavenly Dao.

The two most extreme powers, meeting together.

The whole world began to tremble.

Swords began to crumble, to annihilate.

Under the power of the Heavenly Dao, ordinary swords of iron could not remain unscathed.

Thus, whenever a sword turned to dust, somewhere far away, a Sword Cultivator would bleed from his seven orifices.

The relationship between a Sword Cultivator and his life-bound sword is intimately connected, mutually damaging.

But they remained unaware, merely gazing idiotically at the heavens.

The pillar of light, ultimately broken by the world.

......

When the swords of the world were reduced to but a few, the pillar of light disappeared.

The Heaven's Gate closed again, vanishing into the void.

But Lu Qingshan did not die.

He stood between heaven and earth, surrounded by eight swords.

His seven life-bound swords and one called Niuer.

Under the power of the Heavenly Dao, only a Taoist Artifact can remain immortal.

The originally vast aura around him vanished completely at this moment.

Yet Lu Qingshan was not the least bit panicked; instead, he wore a slight smile.

He gently exhaled, smiled, and said to himself, "This time, I am truly invincible in the mortal world."

Then, lifting his head, facing Luohu's particularly complex gaze, Lu Qingshan stepped forward.

"Luohu, you should die!"

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(Two matters, the first: the finale is tomorrow.

The second: I love you all!)