Yinshan Record

Chapter 620 The Moon Rises Over Kunlun, Illuminating the Snow-capped Mountains (Part 1)
What does "moon" mean?

Just like in my previous life, this world truly has a small planet that constantly revolves around it.

After the collapse of heaven and earth, no one knows what methods the Xuandu Palace used to allow a planet of that mass to continue rotating according to its past rules, without causing further impact on this world.

However, the moon cannot be understood as simply a constantly rotating planet.

The moon in spiritual practice represents much more. Just as the sun is definitely not just a giant fireball constantly undergoing fusion reactions.

The moon represents Yin, and it is the guardian of all ghosts in the world. It guides and transforms the essence of the sun, making it the moonlight that ghosts can enjoy.

The moon represents death; it gradually disappears with the cycle, eventually leaving the world with only a faint glimmer of light.

The moon represents rebirth; it always finds a new lease on life at the end of life, eventually shining brightly across the world and turning the long night white.

It constantly pulls at the waves and tides, constructing the most delicate balance in the law of movement and stillness. The moon pulls at the earth, influencing everything on the earth with a power that is both grand and tiny.

It is also influenced by the laws of the Great Void, in its form, structure, and operational trajectory...

It is also a symbol of loneliness, and the thoughts in the hearts of countless people endow the moon with endless characteristics...

This bright moon illuminates all nine laws of heaven and man, encompassing and accepting everything.

It's like cutting into a cross-section of the Nine Laws of Heaven and Man, revealing its inner mysteries to you, and letting you choose how to proceed.

Cleverly, Su Che didn't know how much the great master who forged this iron sword had left in the sword's marks, but no matter how he searched, he could always find a kind of echo in some place.

Moreover, during this search, Su Che could sense that the Yinshan Cave Netherworld Treasure Talisman, which had been dormant in the Niwan Palace for a long time, was resonating with him under the stimulation of the sword patterns on the longsword in his hand.

Indeed, there are deeper aspects beneath the sword formation guided by the sword intent that resonate with the Yinshan Cave Netherworld Treasure Scroll, perfectly fitting into one's own Dao foundation.

Forgetting oneself and the external world, one's mind wanders beyond the mundane.

Su Che's mind was not on the Yinshan Cave Netherworld Treasure Talisman that was constantly pulsating in his Niwan Palace, nor on the nameless iron sword in his hand. He had completely forgotten that there was a self in the world.

His mind almost completely disappeared, permeating into the mysterious and elusive laws governing the universe.

Indeed, thanks to Huang Tiandao's abundant Dao foundation reserves and the bizarre structure of the iron sword in his hand, Su Che instantly rushed into a realm that was far beyond the reach of cultivators who had reached the Core Formation stage.

Although it only lasted for a moment, it was enough to cause a qualitative change in Su Che.

Su Che sensed a rhythm that was difficult to describe in words. He kept following the changes within it and transmitted those changes into his own Dao foundation.

Yin and Yang, life and death, reality and illusion, and the ever-changing sword intent.

Everything was integrated into that wondrous rhythm. Su Che felt like a fish swimming in a mysterious ocean, and every change in this ocean was echoing and altering the world before him.

at last……

Su Che knew that he had finally connected his sword intent with the lofty sword intent within the iron sword, and he had truly become a part of that sword formation.

The next moment, the nameless iron sword gradually disappeared into the sword energy, and Su Che also reached the point of becoming one with the sword.

The pressure on Li Cang suddenly increased.

He suddenly realized that what was before his dazzling sword light was no longer the heavy and unchanging Moonlight Sword Qi. The sword qi was now trembling and curling up, as if it were constantly twisting under some kind of pressure.

In the next instant, a bright moon suddenly appeared before him, and the moon, carrying a chilling aura, pressed down on him.

The chill was so intense that even a cultivator like him, who had reached the Core Formation stage, felt as if his internal organs were frozen together.

"Drink!" Li Cang exerted all his strength and swung his sword upwards with a fierce strike. In this strike, he pushed his sword energy to its limit, facing the bright moon above with a resolute determination to cut down everything.

The phases of the moon changed, and under the pressure of the sword light, the full moon shattered like a broken mirror, leaving only a sliver of a crescent moon in the sky.

Looking at the faint crescent moon in the sky, Li Cang felt a sense of fear.

He knew very well that his full-force sword strike had not severed the opponent's manifested supernatural power. On the contrary, the bright moon was responding to his sword intent, adapting to it, and waiting to launch a counterattack.

Such swordsmanship...

Li Cang gazed at the sword energy above his head, which had evolved into a crescent moon, and felt the deathly intent contained within its incompleteness.

That is the desolation of all things withering away and reaching their end.

Immediately afterwards, Li Cang saw his adversary, the mysterious ghost cultivator. At this moment, he could see the other party's indifferent eyes, eyes that seemed to span eternity, witnessing endless birth and death, carrying an indifference that held the life and death of all things in complete control.

The opponent slowly slashed forward with his sword.

No.

Using "slash" is inappropriate. In Li Cang's perception, the other party seemed to be plucking the strings of a zither, gently strumming something between heaven and earth.

Moreover, Li Cang could feel a chilling sound ringing in his ears, around him, and deep within his soul.

That was the sound of everything being destroyed, reaching its end.

When the first string is struck, it is called the startling string.

A crescent-shaped sword light descended overhead, and Li Cang was terrified. He saw more than he thought in that single sword strike.

Retreat immediately.

However, it was too late; a sharp pain came from his left arm.

Li Cang looked at his left hand, where his fingertips had all withered and turned into something like a thousand-year-old corpse. What was even more terrifying was that the withering was spreading from his fingers toward his palm and wrist.

What... what kind of swordsmanship is this?

Lieyan was also under pressure at the same time.

He didn't know what Li Cang was doing, but based on his experience, his fellow swordsman had become a whetstone for someone else to practice some kind of supernatural power.

There's nothing wrong with being a whetstone, but it's extremely annoying if the opponent's sharp blade is actually being tested on you.

As the master of the Evil-Breaking Mystic Net, he could clearly sense that a certain power had surpassed the Evil-Breaking Mystic Net's defenses of isolating water and fire and condensing the five elements, and had quietly descended upon the cloud boat.

what happened?

Lie Xuan had no idea what methods the other party had used, but at this moment, some people on the ship had already been affected.

Suddenly, a cultivator at the Divine Transformation Realm behind him, responsible for maintaining the ship's balance and providing power to the cloud boat, was engulfed by a gloomy flame. The cold flame had already consumed him, and under its chilling heat, the cultivator's soul was reduced to nothingness in an instant.

Not far away, another cultivator at the Divine Transformation Realm was curled up in agony on the deck, seemingly enduring some indescribable pain. Stimulated by that intense pain, the cultivator knelt on the ground like a mortal, his body convulsing. His painful groans made Lie Yan consider drawing his sword to deliver him a swift and merciful end.

Lie Qian looked up at Li Cang in the sky. What on earth was that kid doing?!
Li Cang looked at his withered left hand, gazed at the eerie ghost cultivator in the sky, and shouted, "The snow and moon rise from Kunlun, the sword light explores creation. May I ask this senior, what is your name, Hundred Rivers Sword Immortal?"

His response was the same indifferent gaze, and the enormous sword energy that gradually returned to its full form, transforming back into a full moon.

(End of this chapter)