Remould the Glory of Sword Art-Chapter 1251 - 162: Reincarnation Body (Part 2)

Tang Fengshu departed.

The snow and dust shrouding the Sword Qi Dojo of the Lotus Peak also dispersed.

Before long.

A bright rainbow light shot up from the direction of the Golden Turtle Peak.

Unable to bear the loneliness, Ci Jing couldn’t help but come to watch the excitement. The Vermilion Bird Demon, in human form, landed on a stone pillar in the dojo, standing with hands clasped behind, gazing at the wind and snow lingering over the mountain, the remnants of Taoist Intent.

"That fight just now... who won and who lost?"

From the mottled aura lingering in the dojo, it seemed that the little Taoist girl had the upper hand.

It was reasonable.

The brat named Xie, although formidable, had not yet promoted to Yang God.

"..."

Seeing Xie Xuanyi not responding.

Ci Jing curiously jumped down from the stone pillar.

He saw Xie Xuanyi silently standing at the mountain top, facing the Sword Energy Waterfall, seemingly lost in a daze.

"Hey, hey, hey."

The Vermilion Bird Demon reached out and patted Xie Xuanyi on the shoulder.

"... Senior."

Xie Xuanyi finally returned to his senses, belatedly responding.

"What are you thinking about?"

Ci Jing smirked, teasing with a laugh: "Lost a fight and feeling uneasy?"

"I and Master Tang... weren’t fighting."

Xie Xuanyi also chuckled, calmly saying, "I simply took a beating."

A fight requires give and take.

The skirmish just now... could only be considered a one-sided beating.

"Feel relieved, feel relieved."

Seeing Xie Xuanyi like this, Ci Jing knew there wasn’t much of a problem, so he said with a smile: "Why don’t we have a bout too, and you don’t fight back."

This sentence seemed like a joke.

But actually, Ci Jing was serious.

He had been too idle in the Sword Palace for too long.

In the past.

Though trapped in the back mountain, he could always exchange a few moves with the old Law Enforcement when feeling uneasy, to relieve some melancholy.

Now...

There were no opponents in this vast Sword Palace.

If he really wanted to find someone to fight, he could only go to the Lotus Forbidden Land and find another Yang Shen cultivator named Zhao.

Ci Jing wasn’t about to do something foolish.

"By the way. That green scroll in your hand, what is it?"

Ci Jing’s eyes suddenly brightened.

"Green Scroll..."

Xie Xuanyi’s expression became solemn.

He had been pondering how to handle the news of this Reincarnation Body of Lian Venerate.

Ci Jing’s arrival was timely.

Xie Xuanyi took a deep breath and said, "Senior, this is the portrait of Lian Venerate’s Reincarnation Body."

In an instant.

The smile on Ci Jing’s face froze.

The three words "Lian Venerate" struck directly at the Heart Lake.

...

...

Half an incense stick later.

A fiery bird shadow soared into the sky.

Ci Jing transformed into a long rainbow, sweeping north, headed straight for the Northern Border Great Wall.

Xie Xuanyi recounted the entire incident and then handed the "Green Scroll" to Ci Jing... In this world, besides Zhao Tongtian, Ci Jing should be the one who cares most about Lian Venerate. This green scroll definitely needed to be delivered to the Law Enforcement, and Ci Jing was more suitable than himself for the task.

As he watched the departure of the Vermilion Bird Demon.

Xie Xuanyi lowered his head silently, his gaze following the mountain and waterfall, looking toward the foot of the Lotus Peak.

Lian Venerate had reincarnated.

In this world... there actually was another person who cared deeply for her.

...

...

"Rumble!"

The mountain gate of the Lotus Forbidden Land slowly opened.

Alone, Xie Xuanyi stepped into the forbidden land.

A strand of Sword Qi transformed into a wandering flame, hanging at shoulder height, illuminating the dark mountain’s heart. The heavenly battle half a year ago had destroyed eighty percent of the Lotus Forbidden Land; now, the sight of the eyes, cracked rocks, desolate scene, yet under the nourishment of the Sword Qi Dragon Vein... these cracked rocks faintly bore signs of self-repair.

Rocks, like people, can nurture themselves.

After the great battle, a hundred things waiting for renewal.

This forbidden land, only Zhao Tongtian and Xie Xuanyi could enter.

After the Battle of Poison, Zhao Chunyang secluded himself here.

The world always said that the Sword Palace Master was grievously injured and on the brink.

Yet every time Zhao Chunyang appeared, he crushed enemies with overwhelming victory.

Mo Zhen, Qin Ancestor, Holy Empress.

These top powerhouses had tasted Zhao Chunyang’s strength, all suffering great losses.

Once like this, always like this.

Now, both dynasties, as well as the Great Demons of the Northern Demon Country... no longer dared to believe that supposed news of the Sword Palace Master’s grave injury.

"Master, I have come."

In the darkness, Xie Xuanyi spoke gently to the glimmer of light illuminating a crevice in heaven and earth.

The stone was illuminated by heavenly light.

Empty, no one.

Only an old meditation cushion remained.

This was the truth.

Since the conclusion of the Battle of Poison, Zhao Chunyang had entered the realm of "Divine Travel," becoming one of the very few in this world who could freely step into the River of Destiny.

The so-called "gravely injured and incapacitated" was not a false rumor.

But most of the time, in the Lotus Forbidden Land, he used the mode of Divine Travel to prolong his longevity.

The flesh body reclused into the void.

The Divine Thought roamed the river.

This method suppressed so-called "wounds of the flesh" and "wounds of the soul"!

This was an extremely genius method...

But, ultimately, it was a temporary solution, not a cure.

This wasn’t healing wounds but avoiding them, suppressing them.

One day, eventually, the injuries would all erupt.

Across the thousand-year history, those Great Practitioners able to Divine Travel at will are few and scarce.

Even as mighty as Taoist Xiao Yaozi, due to an accident, lost his "anchor point" in the River of Destiny, unable to return.

Zhao Chunyang should be the most stable of them all.

In choosing this path of Divine Travel.

Zhao Chunyang and the Zen Master walked two entirely different paths.

The Zen Master completely abandoned the cultivation of the Flower Bud World, devoting his entire heart and mind into the River of Destiny...

Zhao Chunyang did not do so.

He still retained hope of returning.

As long as the Divine Thought arrives, the flesh body can be gathered at any time.

"Whish, Whish."

Yet at this moment, the only response to Xie Xuanyi was the empty echo of wind within the mountain’s heart.

The Lotus Peak’s rock gaped open.

Heavenly light poured down, mountain wind fluttered.

"Master... the Reincarnation Body of Lian Venerate has appeared."

Xie Xuanyi stood in the heavenly light.

His voice was gentle, recounting the events of the past six months, detailing them slowly.

He spoke slowly, as if there truly was a figure on that meditation cushion, patiently listening.

He was willing to speak.

That person was willing to listen.

After a long time, as the heavenly light dimmed, and the mountain wind also dissipated.

Xie Xuanyi finally finished speaking.

But... Master still did not appear.

Staring at that meditation cushion, Xie Xuanyi felt a tinge of disappointment in his heart, yet it wasn’t unexpected.

He and Master both experienced that heavenly battle.

He knew...

Master’s longevity was nearing its limit.

Using Divine Travel to suppress wounds was feasible, but ultimately, they must face a great calamity.

The news of Lian Venerate’s Reincarnation Body should have long been within his Master’s expectations.

If Master were to appear.

Then...

The Sword Palace might face a disaster of colossal magnitude, no less than before when the Holy Empress assailed with the Ren Shou Palace, bringing an "overwhelming calamity."

However, there was another possibility.

That possibility had always lingered in Xie Xuanyi’s mind.

He was unwilling to think about it—

Perhaps.

The last meeting might have already been the final farewell.