Remould the Glory of Sword Art

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Golden threads pierced through heaven and earth, shattered the river tides, broke through the grand array, and penetrated the Secret Tomb.

The gloom that shrouded the Seeking Tao Domain fragmented and dispersed.

Ultimately, this streak of golden light came to rest before Xie Xuanyi.

All Xie Xuanyi had to do was reach out his hand to grasp it—

This was the "fate" sent by Chen Jingxuan.

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The night of the encounter with the Ruyi Order.

Under the alias "Jia Liu," Xie Xuanyi talked at length with Chen Jingxuan.

About the Bai Ze Secret Realm, about that blood light, about the so-called "shared guardianship of destiny."

Some remain unacquainted despite white hair, others become close as if by old friendship.

Xie Xuanyi had to admit that Chen Jingxuan was probably that person in his destiny with whom he would share an old friendship...

During that night's conversation, the Little National Master did not probe his true identity.

Even though it was their "first" meeting.

But Chen Jingxuan placed Xie Xuanyi in a position of great importance.

So-called "fate," in the complete Tai Yi divination, symbolizes not only destiny but also turning points...

All things have their threads of fate.

Therefore, to change the future course of certain things, in a sense, one only needs to alter the most crucial thread of fate!

Chen Jingxuan needed time to find the best thread of fate to deal with the blood light in Lichao City.

Beyond this.

He also needed a person trustworthy enough.

Xie Xuanyi entering the Secret Tomb was inevitable, as was sharing guardianship of destiny.

The golden thread shattered the grand array of the Beihai Ling, and the Ruyi Order's divine soul at this moment went unimpeded.

Chen Jingxuan's voice, across thousands of miles, entered into the heart lake of Xie Xuanyi.

"Please, with fate in hand, shatter the Secret Tomb."

Before the voice finished, Xie Xuanyi extended his hand; he had waited for a long time.

He waited for this mandate of heaven and for the glorious light that could shatter the Seeking Tao Domain.

This long string piercing through heaven and earth was like an immeasurably long sword.

Xie Xuanyi grasped the end.

As if he had grasped the tip of the sword.

But that was not important... because with just a little more, this sword could completely shatter the Beihai Ling.

The long light was grasped tight by Xie Xuanyi, glorious illumination spilled out from the gaps between his fingers, and the yellow parchment pages of the entire Seeking Tao Domain fluttered towards Xie Xuanyi. His dark cloak was instantly shattered, revealing a pair of eyes burning with intense flames.

Xie Xuanyi's feet were firmly rooted to the ground as he clutched the long light, hurling it towards the direction of the Chen Ke of the Flying Sword.

The array's focus within the Beihai Ling was bound by countless laws of the Dao.

Chen Jingxuan had used the complete Tai Yi divination to determine the location of the Seeking Tao Domain, but this was just a vague area.

And the precise point that needed to be struck...

Xie Xuanyi knew it better than Chen Jingxuan, thousands of miles away—

Ten years ago, Xie Xuanyi's flying sword plunged into the North Sea and was swallowed by the Secret Tomb, which then triggered the suppression of the tomb's array patterns.

The sword follows its master. If it weren't for these overlaying array patterns, this entire Beihai Ling would have been upended by the Chen Ke long ago!

Thousands of Daoist patterns emerged in the darkness, interweaving and entangling to form a spider web.

And at the center of this web.

Was that furiously humming Flying Sword.

Chen Ke.

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Where Chen Ke was located, there was also the array eye.

This immense fate ordained by the heavens, cast by Xie Xuanyi, pierced through Beihai Ling, shattered countless array patterns, and finally landed upon Chen Ke, also upon the array eye!

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"Boom boom boom."

All the Array Pattern Masters along the shore of Lichao City fell to the ground.

They watched in despair as the towering angry tide nearly obliterated half the sky.

The woman, levitating in the air, her back carrying a basket, enveloped by endless red flames, had already been swallowed by the wrathful tide.

In the face of such a towering tide, could the fire array truly serve to burn and obstruct?

At that moment.

From the distant end of Carp Tide River, amidst the thunder, came an angry roar.

Yes.

That thunderous voice was like the rage unleashed by some creature.

A beam of light shattered the darkness, visible even from the distant Lichao City—

That heavenly light stretched for thousands of miles, piercing through heaven and earth.

Like a sharp sword, it plunged into the North Sea.

Then, the high-rising angry tide, which bore the might of apocalypse just a moment ago, shattered instantly, as if something had crushed it from within.

Crash!

After the shattering of the angry tide, the vast river water fell from the sky, drenching the Array Pattern Masters.

However… compared to the initial "slap," this drenching was almost negligible.

The Array Pattern Masters stared in a daze at the scene even more dreamlike than the tide's arrival; the rolling waves receded, as if a colossal entity at the North Sea had opened its maw wide, aiming to swallow the entire Carp Tide River, its terrifying suction force like a dragon's draught and a whale's swallow, causing the originally overflowing river water to recede at a visible rate!

"What has happened?"

"Did a deity descend to the mortal realm?"

Deng Baiyi floated in the air, staring startlingly in the direction of the receding tide.

Commanding the fire array and contending against the Tide Sacrifice, she had nearly exhausted all her spiritual power.

At this moment, her entire Purple Mansion Divine Soul was in a state of "near exhaustion."

Yet, after that streak of golden light broke through the gloom, a warm power poured into her Heart Lake.

She saw the golden light.

The golden light… also saw her.

From dozens, hundreds of miles away, that radiant streak of light that pierced heaven and earth brought a different kind of spiritual power to the entire Lichao City; almost everyone lifted their heads looking towards the North Sea.

Deng Baiyi felt without reason that this beam of golden light was like a sword.

To be precise.

It was like Xie Zhen's sword.

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The large ship sent aloft plummeted mightily!

The hundred-zhang tidal waves broke apart in an instant.

Ye Qinglian, protecting Jiang Qihu with the Sky-reaching Vine intertwining, propped up a huge umbrella amidst the heavy fall—

As the river water poured down like sudden rain.

But the rain that landed on them wasn't cold, not even a trace of chill.

The thread of golden light falling from the heavens was warm.

So, the scattered river water that fell was also warm.

"The North Sea reversing its current?"

Atop the Water-shielding Qilin Dharma Form's forehead, the You Hai King stood in disbelief at the sight before him.

Tang Fengshu stood upon a water sword congealed from the river, suspended in mid-air.

Her blue robe fluttered and whistled in the wind.

"The Tide Sacrifice Array, of course, there's also a third method to break it,"

The female Pavilion Master spoke calmly, "If the North Sea were to flow backward, if the great tide were to reverse... If Lichao City were to be without its great tide, how would you proceed with your Blood Sacrifice, and how would you advance?"

Chu Lin's face was as pale as death.

Tang Fengshu was quite right.

Indeed, there was a third method to break the tactical maneuver–

Only he could never have imagined that Chen Jingxuan would make such a move.

"Give up. This is fate,"

Tang Fengshu glanced at Chu Lin and said expressionlessly, "This game, you've already lost."

The You Hai King looked back.

The great tide had receded. Lichao City, which was to have been Blood Refined, now lay in utter tranquility... Tang Fengshu's appearance, along with that strange fire array, had delayed the "Tide Sacrifice."

The Demon Race's arrays set for Blood Refining were being uprooted one by one by the Jiang Family and the Imperial City authorities.

Those columns of blood rising into the sky had also vanished.

Chu Lin knew.

It had all truly come to an end.

The man clad in python robes stood atop the furiously glaring qilin. His figure now cut a very bleak and lonely silhouette.

Chu Lin did not strike again.

Instead, he slowly crossed his legs and sat down.

It appeared much like he had when the great tide first began, except now his robe was torn, his hair disheveled, and this posture of his had an inevitable air of defeat.

The Qilin Dharma Form collapsed.

From a height of a hundred zhang, he fell, ultimately crashing down on the prow of the warship along with the great Tongtian tide.

Tang Fengshu, too, dismissed the suspended water sword with a sweep of her sleeve and once more landed on the mast.

She did not relax her vigilance but kept her eye on the You Hai King.

"You're not wrong,"

"... I indeed lost,"

Chu Lin's eyelids drooped, his hair covering his face, hiding his expression from anyone who might glimpse the prince's face now.

Only a hoarse sigh was heard: "I underestimated Chen Jingxuan."

Tang Fengshu's expression remained calm, as if she had heard a laughable joke.

She said lightly, "Indeed, that was your biggest mistake. Knowing your opponent was him, how could you underestimate him so?"

Chu Lin looked towards the strip of golden light not far ahead.

"Fate... fate..."

He suddenly laughed, "Brother Qihu, I have an unkind request."

Jiang Qihu, covered in blood, leaned against the ship's railing.

It took a great effort for him to squeeze out two cold laughs from his throat.

The meaning of those two cold laughs was crystal clear.

"Now that the array is broken, the Ruyi Order can be used normally,"

The You Hai King, as if he heard nothing, slowly said, "I would like to have a few words with your master."

Jiang Qihu struggled to raise his hand.

He retracted four fingers, leaving only one extended.

The message was clear.

Get lost.

"..."

Chu Lin was not deterred, "Why not ask your master for his opinion, in light of the fact that I spared your life?"

Jiang Qihu fell silent.

Truth be told, it was indeed a presumptuous request.

Because the You Hai King wasn't really talking to him but to the golden light, to the master miles away.

A very slight vibration came from the Ruyi Order.

The master's intention was clear without looking.

"You're in luck,"

Jiang Qihu gritted his teeth and muttered low, "My master... will send you off personally."

The Ruyi Order was thrown out.

The You Hai King reached out to catch it.

He then looked at Tang Fengshu standing atop the mast and said softly, "Chu would like a moment alone with the Little National Master. Might the Pavilion Master grant me this courtesy?"

Tang Fengshu scoffed.

Without another word, she waved her sleeve, and the river currents lifted the Sky-reaching Vine, carrying Ye Qinglian and Jiang Qihu onto the river's surface, while she gently descended from the mast onto a small boat temporarily woven by the vine. The trio left the warship, affording this non-royal prince some "dignity."

The small boat bobbed along on the river tide.

"Lady Tang, since you were already in Lichao City..."

Jiang Qihu, in pain, grinned and bared his teeth, glaring at Tang Fengshu bitterly: "Couldn't you have come sooner? I was nearly killed by the You Hai King!"

"Did you die?"

One sentence from Tang Fengshu choked Jiang Qihu.

"I've been watching from the shore the whole time. Put your mind at ease; you wouldn't die, and your Dantian wouldn't shatter,"

The female Pavilion Master spoke indifferently, "I heard you and Qin Baihuang were always wagging your tongues in the Imperial City. Getting beaten up this time should be a good lesson."

"???"

Jiang Qihu was dumbfounded, "What about Qin Baihuang? Aren't you going to settle scores with him?"

"Him?"

Tang Fengshu smiled tenderly, "Don't worry. He won't get away either."

"Fine, fine, fine..."

At this, Jiang Qihu felt much more at ease, laying back completely, letting out a contented long sigh.

Suffering itself wasn't fearful.

But one shouldn't be the only one to suffer.

"You're just going to leave Chu Lin alone?"

On the other side, Ye Qinglian watched the large ship, anxious, "What if he runs away?"

"He won't run, nor can he,"

Tang Fengshu said expressionlessly, "Such a person, if he were willing to live in obscurity, would he have devised such a desperate tactic like 'Tide Sacrifice'?"

He's a man utterly disillusioned with Da Chu.

He's also a man who had long since wanted to die.

He's even a man who, upon failing, becomes no different from the dead.

"..."

Ye Qinglian lapsed into silence. She looked up at the warship drifting with the river's current, only to see the man in the python robe sitting alone at the ship's prow. He had somehow procured a large jar of wine, which now sat across his knees.

The great river flowed eastward toward the North Sea.

The great tide reversed, flowing away into the east.