"The Da Zhou Military God? The Three Teachings' experts? Nothing more than this!"
You laughed wildly.
Dense Qi gathered towards the sky, forming a massive divine sword, its light illuminating the night sky.
Countless people in Great Zhou or Southern Border saw this sword.
It was like a heavenly punishment.
Lin Chuan in the dream couldn't see the full picture, but Lin Chuan's subconscious knew everything happening in this world.
He could even perceive the emotions of the supporting characters in the dream.
In the Jedi of West Shu, extremely far from the Southern Border, Yun Zhiyi, who had just beheaded the Great Liang Emperor, suddenly looked up.
"This is…"
"A Chuan's sword!"
Yun Zhiyi cried bitterly.
She knew what this sword meant.
It meant all her plans since childhood had turned into a bubble, and everything had lost its meaning.
The gift Yun Zhiyi wanted to give Lin Chuan ultimately became the gift Lin Chuan gave Yun Zhiyi.
The divine sword, like a heavenly punishment, descended, and even the top experts of the Three Teachings, Tian Qing Daoist, Hui Shen Monk, and Yi Lian Layman, could not resist it.
They struggled to hold on.
The earth-shattering Sword Intent pressed them down, closer and closer to the unconscious Ximen Wuxue.
Above the land of Great Zhou, dark clouds pressed upon the city, with lightning and thunder.
This sword was not only to kill Ximen Wuxue but also to sever the Luck of the Da Zhou Dynasty.
As the divine sword was about to descend.
Boom!
A loud sound came from the sky, and the night instantly turned into Bai Zhou, as a large gate shrouded in Immortal mist slowly opened.
Dozens of brilliant lights descended.
"Heavenly Immortals? Have they descended?"
You looked at this scene, your heart sinking to the bottom.
There are rules in the world; Heavenly Immortals cannot directly interfere with mortal affairs, and when Immortals descend, they are restricted by the rules of heaven and earth.
Even so, for you now, it was still despair.
"Heavenly Immortals, why disturb mortal affairs?"
A cold voice boomed across the sky, and a person with a single sword, black silk wrapped around his eyes, walked step by step from the south.
It was your close friend, the crippled blind swordsman.
The Immortals had no physical form; they were attached to the bodies of mortals, their faces twisted and hideous, looking more like ghosts than Immortals.
"Lin Chuan, you should Ascend."
"You can no longer participate in the affairs of the mortal world."
The Immortals did not bother with the blind man; their only goal was to make you Ascend, severing your connection to mortal affairs.
You did not answer their words.
Their only response was an even more surging Sword Intent.
What about Immortals? Many of the past number one experts in the world dared to challenge Immortals, and Immortals who came to the land were not True Immortals.
"Lin Chuan, I advise you to turn back from your misguided path."
"If you kill Ximen Wuxue and sever the Luck of Great Zhou, the Heaven Gate will no longer open for you."
"Ascension is your only way out."
The Immortals glared at you.
"Does this king cherish living that much? This king does not want to go to a world of Immortals like you, so get lost!"
You disdained the Immortals.
It wasn't just Lin Chuan in the dream who disdained these Immortals, but also Lin Chuan's subconscious.
Such Immortals were far from what he imagined Immortals to be.
They were merely false Immortals deceiving the world.
The Immortals were furious at your disdain, and they attacked.
"Are Immortals all so rude?"
The blind man cursed.
Since the battle at Wine Immortal City, the blind man drew his sword again.
The name of this move was 'Blind Draw Sword'.
Chaotic and randomly drawn.
But even such a sword was something Immortals couldn't handle.
"A Chuan, go do what you want to do."
The blind man, with one person and one sword, blocked the Immortals; this was his last time drawing his sword, the final dance of his life.
"Good."
You nodded, and then, as if by a ghost's hand, added, "You still owe me many lives; remember to pay me back in the next life."
"You really are annoying!"
The blind man spat at you and casually cut down an Immortal.
Immortals descending and breaking the rules should be prepared to be killed.
"The mortal world is truly in chaos."
The Immortal sighed, "If neither of you wishes to Ascend, then be buried in this world as a warning to those who come after."
"It turns out Immortals are so good at bragging, even more so than patrons in a brothel."
The blind man spoke vulgarities, just as he had cursed the dog emperor back then; he never revered imperial power, nor would he revere Immortals and gods.
The Immortals stopped speaking and transformed into two white waves, attacking you and the blind man.
"I told you not to disturb my close friend."
The blind man drew his sword again, his face devoid of its playful expression, and with one slash, heaven and earth turned into black and white.
The Immortal Gate was Bai Zhou, the mortal world was night.
Between black and white was rolling cloud, embedded with an endless sword mark.
The blind man gave you the middle finger, teasing, "Who isn't a number one in the world, anyway?"
You laughed, "I hope you're more resilient than I am."
The blind man smiled knowingly, "It just depends on whether the Immortals can withstand the torment."
You both used vulgar language to insult the Immortals, just as you had once evaluated young ladies' fair legs together when you were roaming the Jianghu.
Another great battle unfolded.
This time, only your close friend, the blind man, fought alongside you.
And you both had to face the Luck of the entire world, as well as Immortals from the heavens.
The giant sword, like a heavenly punishment, descended once more; the experts of the Confucian, Buddhist, and Daoist Three Teachings ultimately couldn't stop you, and along with Ximen Wuxue, all four were slain by you on the endless beach.
In the other world illuminated by Immortal light, banished Immortals fell like rain.
Amidst the scattered white mist, Immortals wailed, punctuated by hints of crimson, which was the blind man's blood blooming.
The world was at its most brilliant, yet he could not see it.
But the blind man's life, the blind man's sword, were far more spectacular than this world.
The earth-shattering battle ended.
The Immortal Gate slowly closed, and the two number one experts who were supposed to Ascend tonight looked at the closing Immortal Gate and smiled at each other.
Neither you nor the blind man cared about the so-called Ascension.
To have such a close friend in life was enough.
The boundary between black and white became blurred again, the rolling clouds merged into one, night ended, and the morning star lit up.
The blind man, dragging his broken body, came before you, who couldn't move.
"How about it? Am I handsome or not?"
"You're far worse than this old man."
"You're so stubborn!"
The blind man tapped your head with a wooden sword.
You both chatted about everything under the sun.
You asked, "Blind man, do you have any last wishes?"
"Yes."
The blind man nodded heavily, "I want to marry a beautiful girl and have a big, chubby son, but unfortunately, I'm blind and a swordsman, so I can't harm anyone."
You were silent for a long time, then softly said, "Come find me in your next life, and I'll help you find a match."
In the distance, a graceful figure rushed over.
The blind man cursed and got up, "Damn! I'm so envious!"
Your consort, Yun Zhiyi, arrived; she was in tears, and as freely as you laughed, so deeply did she cry.