Chapter 170 — The Divine Sword
The Sword Questions the Heavens · Page 6 of 6
In an instant the searing brilliance blazed across heaven and earth as if in an explosion, shooting out in all directions; an inconceivable light enveloped the whole of the sky and the earth, and above the ancient Slaying Immortal Sword Formation there remained only the vast colored master sword. But at this very moment, the majestic beams of light reflected from the ancient Slaying Immortal Sword, one by one, before the stunned and horrified gaze of countless people, the seven-colored master Slaying Immortal Sword, from its flowing, many-hued glory, gradually merged, gradually became a single-colored gigantic sword of blazing white light, its radiance ten thousand fathoms long, shining over all the world.
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In that instant, countless people woke from their shock, and gazing at that incredible spectacle in the sky, they all seemed intoxicated by it; wild cheers rose and fell, filling the slopes of Mount Canglan.
Every one of them suddenly revived from despair, and in the blink of an eye seemed filled with confidence, as though it were plain that evil could never after all prevail over good—entirely heedless that this contest of sorcery was still not over, that victory and defeat were not yet known.
Only, amid such a frenzied crowd, every face turned up to the sky, and so no one noticed that in the midst of the madness, a figure in white had quietly slipped away from the crowd and was speeding swiftly toward the deep mountains behind.
The wind brushed her cheek, seeming to carry a thread of cold—but how could it conceal that blazing fire burning deep in her heart?
Upon Lu Xueling's snow-white face there faintly showed a light blush; she bit her lip tightly, and deep within her eyes she had already gone to that far, deep place in the rear mountains!
At the horizon, wind and clouds were gathering fast!
But who still cared?
A faint ancient song, a whispered word of the heart—all of it drifted away with that fluttering white robe, borne off on the wind, racing toward that unknown distance.