C1329 You Know Nothing about the Swordsmanship!

Yu Yuan, having spoken those words, was himself deeply shaken, his breath seemingly suspended.

The snow bear from the Frostlands had slammed one arm against the other, revealing the marvels within its arm bone.

Engraved in his arm bone was the Nine Celestial Slashes sword spell, which had never faded.

As the snow bear's arms collided, the resulting spray of ice light and cold lightning resembled sword rainbows of unparalleled sharpness.

With a moment's reflection, he grasped what the snow bear was hinting at.

And so, he deduced the truth.

After millennia, the Grand Sword Immortal, the preeminent master of the Sword Sect, had brandished his sword in this Star River. Astonishingly, the sword light he left behind had not vanished!

Far from disappearing, it had transformed into luminous rivers of light, as radiant as fireflies. How could he not be astounded?

From a distance, it appeared delicate and slender, but upon closer inspection, it was not only broad but also incredibly extensive—a river of sword light!

Images of the cultivator known as Moon Slayer wielding his sword here flooded Yu Yuan's mind—a vision of grandeur, a figure so commanding it seemed to swallow mountains and rivers whole, inspiring awe and respect.

From such a great distance, the sword light remained visible, each strand likely spanning tens of thousands of miles, capable of piercing through the Domain of the Stars!

And there were nearly a hundred of them!

Yu Yuan's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Do you really believe that?"

Qi Yunhong, known as the "madman," held Yu Yuan in high regard, yet he remained skeptical. He thought Qiao Yuling, who had led him to practice the Soulsear Bolt, must have lost her mind.

Only a lunatic would believe that those dazzling rivers of light were the sword light remnants from thousands of years past!

"You are utterly ignorant of the true essence of swordsmanship!"

The leader of Tempest's Edge in the extraterrestrial Star River gave him a look reserved for fools and scoffed, "I too had left the Thunder Sect in the Everlands and followed the elders to pursue a new path in the lightning spell. Only then did I begin to hear the legends of Nie Qingtian."

"A cultivator at the level of the primordial spirit, Nie Qingtian, with his mastery of the 'Nine Celestial Slashes,' could cleave the moon and shatter stars with a single stroke of his sword."

His sword light, if it remains undissipated, can exist eternally. Moreover, it will autonomously draw in the spiritual energy from the starry sky, refining it with the sword's will before merging it into the sword light itself."

"Just like those..."

Qiao Yuling, with a look of awe, gestured toward the distant starry sky, where slender rivers of light, seemingly delicate, stretched across the cosmos. "Initially, it might have been no more than a finger-thick beam of sword light. But as it continually collects the spiritual energy from the starry sky, over thousands of years, it transforms into a dazzling river of light, akin to swarms of fireflies."

She couldn't help but marvel, "Truly worthy of Nie Qingtian, the Sword Sect's most formidable killer in history!"

Qi Yunhong, having listened to her thorough explanation, began to come around to the idea. "So, a sword light can continue to gather spiritual energy from the starry sky even after its master has perished?"

"As long as the sword's will persists, the sword light will never die," Qiao Yuling declared solemnly.

"He indeed possesses such a capability..."

Qiyan, the liquid fiend cowering behind Yu Yuan, piped up timidly.

Yu Yuan glanced back at him, signaling him to come forward, "Don't worry. With me here, Senior Qiao won't harm you."

"This creature has been extensively documented in the Thunder Sect's secret archives."

Qiao Yuling nonchalantly tousled her disheveled hair, her eyes gleaming with a crimson light. "If I recall correctly, it can consume a person's inner demon. It was once confined and used by the Devil Palace's cultivators to purge their inner demons. And when the old-timers from the upper sects find themselves in a tight spot, they too would resort to its abilities to handle their inner demons."

Yu Yuan nodded in acknowledgment.

"Let it be, I've long since parted ways with the Thunder Sect of the Everlands. I'm under no obligation to clean up their mess." Qiao Yuling waved her hand dismissively, distancing herself from the fiend Qiyan with a look of revulsion.

"What do you have to say?" Yu Yuan inquired.

"The River of Swords is too distant for me to see clearly. But I know that if the sword light remains in the void, untouched by peers of equal strength, it will indeed keep harvesting spiritual energy from the Star River, continuously refining the sword light. It will gradually grow stronger," Qiyan hurriedly explained.

He recognized that his current worth wasn't high, and he needed to seize the right moment to showcase his abilities.

"I find it odd that the River of Swords was left in the Glimmerdrift Nebula. Why wasn't it eliminated earlier?" Qi Yunhong interjected, squinting his eyes. "Are there no experts among the Shura? I've heard that Sabonis and that individual have had several confrontations, both overtly and covertly!"

"Wasn't the Divine Sword also suppressed in the Dark Realm? The Blood King knew the sword light was here, yet he didn't destroy it. Instead, he let it slowly refine and grow stronger. What was he thinking?" Qi Yunhong voiced his confusion.

Yu Yuan and Qiao Yuling, upon hearing this, both furrowed their brows in silence.

Neither could fathom why the River of Swords, after enduring for thousands of years, still remained in this part of the Astral Domain.

Not only did it persist, but it was also encircled by a fierce ice energy that kept the Shura at bay.

Hadn't the mighty cultivators of the Everlands Sword Sect ever visited the Glimmerdrift Nebula? Had they not realized that the nearly hundred streams of light were, in fact, concentrated essences of sword light?

The Glimmerdrift Nebula, bordering the renowned extraterritorial battlefield, was a frequent training ground for the Sword Sect's cultivators.

It seemed implausible that no cultivator from the Sword Sect had ever ventured into the Glimmerdrift Nebula.

Yu Yuan was plagued by an abundance of questions. He pondered whether he should risk a closer examination.

With the arm bone etched with sword spell markings and the sword sheath in his possession, he was confident that the River of Swords left behind bore no ill will towards him. In fact, he might stand to gain significantly from it.

However, the real concern was that Alonso, the formidable commander of the Shura, was currently stationed in the Glimmerdrift Nebula.

Barring any unforeseen events, the two ninth-level Shura warriors he had previously encountered in Kuvrepros were likely in the Glimmerdrift Nebula as well.

That was his true cause for apprehension.

Boom! Boom!

A massive snow bear suddenly used its fluffy, snow-white paws to pat its own shoulders.

That place was where Yu Yuan had previously halted aboard the Crucible of Evil.

The snow bear seemed to be inviting Yu Yuan to climb aboard and be guided to a particular destination.

After a moment's hesitation, Yu Yuan bit the bullet and complied, soaring through the air to land on the bear's expansive shoulder, as broad as a snowy plain.

Without the Crucible of Evil to support him, Yu Yuan appeared quite inconspicuous on the lush shoulder of the snow bear.

In comparison to the towering two-thousand-meter bear, he was exceedingly small. If he could conceal his presence well enough, he might even go unnoticed by Shura experts passing by, hidden among the thick fur on the snow bear's shoulder.

"Wu!"

Once more perched on the snow bear's shoulder and unimpeded by the Crucible of Evil, Yu Yuan could more profoundly sense the ice energy sporadically emanating from the body of the ninth-level snow bear.

The aura was surprisingly akin to the ice energy filled with countless sword lights, each encircled by a river of luminescence.

"Can it be?"

This revelation was significant. He stared at the snow bear's profile with an odd look on his face.

He pondered...

Had this snow bear, for thousands of years, been using its bloodline power to draw ice energy from the Glimmerdrift Nebula, keeping the dazzling River of Swords at bay?

Was it the ice energy it released that barred the Shura from reaching the sword lights, allowing them to intensify?

"Hehe!"

The snow bear chuckled naively, seemingly oblivious to his wild conjectures. It turned its massive body, ready to lead him away, heading straight for the River of Swords.

"Wait!"

Yu Yuan urgently called out to halt their departure, then turned to address the bewildered master and disciple duo, "The Brugeth Star Domain, now void of the Blightwood, poses no immediate danger. The Voidweaver, along with Diggs and Pei Yuling, have withdrawn. For the enigmatic Origin Deity, Brugeth has lost its allure."

"Chen Qinghuang, Brie, and the greylag have ventured to the Wingkind's domain. The Silver Sands Star Domain awaits further arrivals before venturing into Brugeth."

"If you two wish not to remain in the Glimmerdrift Nebula, you may traverse Brugeth to reach either Kuvrepros or Darkpinion. But be swift; a delay might lead you into Han Miaoyuan's path."

He had repeated those words several times, and they rolled off his tongue with ease.

As soon as he finished, Qiao Yuling and her disciple were still processing his words when the snow bear whisked him away, howling through the icy Star River toward the River of Swords.

"I think he's lost his mind."

The toothless old woman watched Yu Yuan and the snow bear disappear into the distance, heading toward the enigmatic forbidden zone of the Glimmerdrift Nebula. She shook her head and mused, "I know he can draw power from the River of Swords, but what of it? Alonso is there, along with numerous high-ranking Shura warriors. Does he fancy himself the next Han Miaoyuan?"

"Master, should we follow and have a look?" Qi Yunhong asked, his face alight with curiosity and anticipation.

"Dismiss that thought immediately!" Qiao Yuling's expression was icy as she gave him a stern look and said sharply, "Young man, if you don't have a death wish, and you don't want me to perish alongside you, then keep your distance from that man! The farther, the better. That's the only way we'll stay safe!"

"Think about it. When he showed up in Ionodios, what happened? Wasn't he the spark that ignited the war that engulfed all races and powers in the Dark Star?"

"Not long ago, it was Kuvrepros, and now it's Brugeth. I've come to understand all too well why he's known as the God of Plagues."

Gazing at the distant stars shrouded in cold fog, Qiao Yuling's lips twisted into a chilling smile. "Heh, now he's lurking in the Shura's Star River. I genuinely worry for the Shura people here."

Despite her words of concern, Qiao Yuling couldn't suppress a sinister chuckle.

"Cough, cough. Master, you seem to harbor quite a grudge against him," Qi Yunhong remarked with a nervous chuckle.

"Grudge? It's the undeniable truth!" Qiao Yuling huffed. "I'd rather brave the dangers of the Brugeth Void than have you stay with him in the Glimmerdrift Nebula! Mark my words, it won't be long before some shocking news spreads from the Glimmerdrift Nebula!"

Having finished speaking, she clutched Qi Yunhong's arm with a grip as tight as a chicken's claw and yanked him away. In an instant, they were both swept into the vastness of the Brugeth Void.

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