“Or rather, a part of the Heavenly Calamity Sword.”
A glint of sharp insight flashed in Li Fan’s eyes.
The spirit of heaven and earth had become a cage, entrapping the remnant sword filled with fierce, fiendish energy.
The scene described by Long Yueyou immediately reminded Li Fan of the battle in the skies above Congyun Sea, where the Azure Wind had sealed a sword.
But unlike what Li Fan had witnessed before, Long Jiuyuan’s chance to achieve Dao Integration had arisen in Tianling Prefecture.
The spirit of heaven and earth was also represented by the Black Marsh, rather than the Azure Wind.
But...
The protagonist in both cases was, remarkably, a remnant sword brimming with fiendish energy.
Li Fan was almost certain that whether it was the one in Congyun Sea or in Tianling Prefecture, each must be a part of the original, complete Heavenly Calamity Sword.
“The Heavenly Calamity Sword, once wielded by the old fisherman, had shattered and scattered across various locations.”
“Yet, even these fragmented swords are powerful enough to contend with the spirit of heaven and earth.”
“Moreover, the hilt of the Heavenly Calamity Sword later managed to break through the Azure Wind’s confinement. Even in the Cloud Water Heavenly Palace, the tortoise-snake Taiyi could barely suppress it, forced into a state of deep slumber.”
“If the fragments alone are this formidable, how powerful would the complete Heavenly Calamity Sword be?”
Li Fan’s heart trembled.
From what he knew, there were already three pieces scattered across different locations. Could there be more elsewhere?
What was the true secret of the Heavenly Calamity Sword that made the spirit of heaven and earth repeatedly manifest to suppress it?
And the master of the Heavenly Calamity Sword, the old fisherman—what level of cultivation did he possess?
“The fisherman, the Heavenly Doctor, the Sage...”
Li Fan narrowed his eyes.
These three were evidently old acquaintances, yet their pasts remained shrouded in deep mystery, as though covered by an impenetrable fog.
Li Fan had a subtle feeling.
Their shared secrets might be crucial to him!
“When enemies meet, their eyes blaze with hatred. I hope that soon, when the three of them clash, I can gain a glimpse into their mysteries.”
While locking onto Zhou Kebao’s presence and monitoring Long Yueyou’s movements, Li Fan resumed his journey to his original destination.
According to Long Yueyou’s account, when Long Jiuyuan saw the stalemate between the Heavenly Calamity remnant sword and the Black Marsh, he too was deeply shocked.
Yet he didn’t let the easily attainable chance for Dao Integration cloud his reason.
Long Jiuyuan understood that the balance between the remnant sword and the Black Marsh was delicate and that attacking recklessly would likely break it.
That might lead to backlash from both the remnant sword and the Black Marsh.
After all, for a Soul Transformation cultivator to interfere with a Dao Integration struggle would be nothing short of a provocation.
Thus, Long Jiuyuan quickly made up his mind; despite the destruction of his protective artifact and serious injuries, he fled from the sea of the Black Marsh.
But now, due to Han Yi’s injuries and resulting unconsciousness, the aura emerged naturally, assisting in Han Yi’s recovery.
His pale face regained color, and his weak breathing grew steady and strong.
A strange glint flickered in Li Fan’s eyes.
After a moment’s thought, Li Fan revealed himself and first used the “Binding Insect” spell to immobilize Han Yi.
Then, he activated the “Cloudwater Dream-Illusion Technique” to enter Han Yi’s dreamscape.
Perhaps due to the recent calamity he’d endured, Han Yi’s mental defenses were surprisingly fragile.
It didn’t take long for Li Fan to break through.
In the dreamscape, Li Fan gained insight into Han Yi’s experiences over the recent period.
That day, after being drawn into a sudden underwater vortex, Han Yi lost consciousness.
When he awoke, he found himself bound tightly, stripped of all clothing.
Surrounding him were terrifying creatures with human bodies and beastly faces.
They danced in a circle, seemingly engaged in some ritual.
At the center blazed a fierce fire.
It looked like Han Yi was being offered as a sacrifice to the flames.
Horrified, Han Yi struggled to break free.
But to his despair, there was no trace of spiritual energy in the area.
For some reason, his spiritual power had also dried up.
As helpless as a mortal, Han Yi could only watch as the beast-faced creatures chanted and prepared to throw him into the flames.
Just as Han Yi thought he was doomed, the sky darkened.
Suddenly, torrential rain poured down, quenching the fire in moments.
Han Yi’s heart leaped with joy.
The monsters, however, were terrified.
They threw Han Yi aside and began kowtowing in terror.
The rainstorm continued for half a day.
The creatures remained kneeling in the rain, pleading for mercy.
Only after the rain stopped did they slowly disperse.
Han Yi, intended as a sacrifice, was then imprisoned once more.
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