The Sword Palace, originally scheduled to be completed in three months, took a full five months to complete due to some requests from a certain Palace Master Xiao.
The remaining two months were spent on that additional building.
The thirty-three storey high sword tower resembles a giant sword pointing to the sky. The pure white, slightly transparent body of the tower resembles that of cast crystal, revealing a magnificent and luxurious appearance, yet there is a sword aura embedded within.
“This sword tower is cast after the sword in Xiao’s hand, I wonder what Sword Master Shen thinks of it?” Qing Yu asked without looking back as he gently held the Nirvana Sword.
Sparse sounds came from behind him, and an old man in grey clothes walked out of the jungle.
“The sword is a good sword, solemn and holy, containing the aura of the Heavenly Dao, if it were a hundred and fifty years ago, it would have been on the Sword Discourse Hall and on the list of famous swords.”
Shen Cangwu was extremely complimentary about the Nirvana Sword, sighing at the glory of the divine sword.
And for what Qing Yu said about the sword tower ——
“Empty of its form, it hardly matches its rhythm. If compared to ordinary famous swords, this tower can be said to be outstanding, but if compared to the sword in your hand, it is a desecration of the sword weapon in your hand.”
Shen Cangwu criticised the sword tower in no uncertain terms, arguing that it had lowered the Nirvana Sword’s ranking.
In fact, there was nothing wrong with what he said. The sword tower only took two months to build, and even though the eight Daoist priests who constructed it had the help of the Zhouliu Six Void Kung Fu, and even though it was designed by dozens of skilled craftsmen from Northern Zhou, inferior was inferior, and Shen Cangwu was right.
If the sword tower built in two months could have a weather comparable to the Nirvana sword, why would Qing Yu still have the sword.
“The name of the sword is ‘Nirvana’, the divine weapon of the heavens.”
Qing Yu recited the name of Nirvana, and the Nirvana Sword was sheathed in response, blossoming with a soft holy light, “Since the sword tower is modeled after the Nirvana Sword, it naturally also has the meaning of rebirth in Nirvana. If one reaches the pinnacle of sword theory, sword heart and sword art, he can enter the top of the tower and be called the ‘Master of Sword Sealing’.
Those who can enter more than thirty floors but fail to reach the top of the tower will be entered into the Seal List, and their name will be pa*sed on for a hundred generations and a thousand generations.”
Qing Yu slowly turned around and gently pressed the Nirvana Sword into its scabbard, “After this tower has undergone the experience of sword fighters from all over the world, it will naturally have enough weather to rise above the top of the sword dao, so I, Xiao, have named this tower the ‘Seal Sword Tower’.
Once again, Shen Cangwu asked how it was, but this time his jaw dropped, and he was shocked and angry. His fingers trembled as he pointed at Qing Yu, his words filled with horror and anger, “You… you want to destroy the Sword God Lake?!”
The Sword God Lake was a sacred place at the very top of the sword dao, the Sword Discourse Hall listed the world’s renowned swordsmen, and in the Sinking Sword Lake sank the heaven-shattering divine swords. How similar was this function to the Sword Sealing Tower conceived by Qing Yu.
If all the world’s swordsmen were to enter the Sword Sealing Tower for trials, in order to leave their names on the Sealing List and look forward to sealing the position of Sword Master, then even if the Sword God Lake were to be rebuilt, would it be able to return to its former status?
This is why Shen Cangwu said that Qing Yu wanted to destroy the Sword God Lake.
If the Sword Sealing Tower was really as Qing Yu thought it was, then it would undoubtedly take the place of the Sword God Lake. At that time, the Sword God Lake, which was so dear to the hearts of the Buried Sword Peak’s elders, would really cease to exist.
“Xiao Qianxiu, you are the descendant of the Lord of the Sword God Lake, you actually want to destroy the Sword God Lake, you ——”
Shocked, pained, sad, clanging sword sounded, Shen Cangwu pressed his sword and looked at Qing Yu angrily, his eyes revealing a strong killing intent.
If the past Xiao Qianxiu had said this, Shen Cangwu would have just laughed and dismissed it as a fool’s errand. The past Xiao Qianxiu is what kind of virtue, Shen Cangwu understand clearly, that is a daydreaming delusional person.
But now ——
“Sword Master Shen, do you think you can beat Mister Xiao? Do you want to repeat Zhong Qingling’s mistake?”
In the soft words, a sword intent as ethereal and invisible as the might of the heavens emanated from Qing Yu’s body, causing Shen Cangwu’s brow to furrow and a sense of imminent crisis to arise.
But he still had no intention of yielding.
“Although Xiao Qianxiu’s heart is higher than the sky, he has never thought of overthrowing the Sword God Lake, what he has in mind is to recreate the glory of the Sword God Lake and the Xiao family. You are not Xiao Qianxiu, you are not worthy to use his face!” Shen Cangwu shouted angrily.
Although he had previously suspected that Xiao Qianxiu had been replaced by someone else, Shen Cangwu did not have the thought of revealing the truth. Although Xiao Qianxiu was the descendant of the last Lord of Sword God Lake, his ancestor’s actions and his own character had led to him not being liked by the people of Buried Sword Peak.
Thus, even though Xiao Qianxiu might have been killed by someone and impersonated, the hosts of Buried Sword Peak did not have the thought of fighting a powerful swordsman to the death for him.
But now ——
Shen Cangwu’s right hand tightened and he was about to unsheathe his sword. Even if the downfall might be death, he wanted this madman who presumed to replace Sword God Lake to see how powerful Sword God Lake was.
However ——
“Gulp-” Shen Cangwu swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at the tip of the sword that was close at hand with astonishment, “When?!”
I don’t know when, nor how, Qing Yu had already crossed several feet of space, the sword pointed at Shen Cangwu’s brow, the cold sword qi even caused pain to his brow.
“An unknown defeated man, dwelling on his past glory, also dares to draw his sword in front of Xiao ——”
Qing Yu slightly sideways, looking directly into Shen Cangwu’s eyes, “If it was the Blade God in front of you today, would you, dare to draw your sword?”
Dare to draw the sword?
Qing Yu’s faint words, but let Shen Cangwu’s heart memories keep surging up, as if back to a hundred and fifty years ago, facing that Sword God Lake abandoned disciple holding a broken sword.
Do you dare to draw your sword?
No.
The reason why the Buried Sword Peak is called the Buried Sword Peak is because the hearts of the people on the peak have died, leaving their empty bodies.
Those who dared to draw their swords died a hundred and fifty years ago under the broken sword of the Blade God. Though those who drew their swords may have been reckless and somewhat irrational, they at least died with a clear conscience.
The rest of the group, perhaps to preserve what was left of the fire, or perhaps because they knew they could not act recklessly, did not necessarily all lose their nerve, but that powerful and unrivalled figure was undoubtedly embedded in their hearts and minds.
It is for this reason that the Buried Sword Peak people want to train a new Sword God instead of thinking of breaking through on their own. Because, they were already ruined.
Now, when Shen Cangwu faced this swordsman with Xiao Qianxiu’s face, he was reminded of the figure of that man a hundred and fifty years ago.
Their faces were different, their sizes were different, and their weapons were different, but there was one thing that they were very similar, and that was their unrivalled aura, and their great strength.
