Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 468 A Long Road

The Spirit Brush is at a disadvantage at this moment. It is not good at direct combat. If it wants to achieve the final victory, Zhu Wuyao must provide it with assistance.

Now her eyes have been cut off and she is unable to see.

The ability to control the secret realm has been greatly weakened.

The bladeless sword was thrown into the secret realm.

Through the shared vision of the Spirit Brush, Zhu Wuyao confirmed that this sword could not be detected by the Heavenly Dao's computational power.

Although Zhu Wuyao had been to the Sword Testing Realm when he was at Qingyun Sect, he never used the Wufeng Sword to fight with swordsmen in order to avoid exposing his identity.

Although she also cannot see the bladeless sword, it is her natal sword, and she can still control it even when she is blind.

The sword moves as the heart desires.

Although there was no one wielding a sword within the secret realm, the bladeless sword still slowly gained momentum, drawing upon its own sword intent.

The surrounding spiritual energy gathered and condensed at the tip of the sword.

Lu Tiaotiao seemed to sense something. Looking from afar, after blocking the Spirit Brush's next attack to erase cause and effect, she raised her sword and slashed horizontally.

The sword energy raged and raged violently.

It was unclear whether the sword intent belonged to the Qingyun Sect or to some senior prodigy, but it was powerful and fierce, sweeping indiscriminately towards the direction of the sword intent.

The sword with no edge slightly slashed upwards to dodge, and at the same time, Zhu Wuyao, outside the scroll, swept away a hurricane, intending to protect the sword with no edge.

This is the fourth level of the Falling Leaf Sword.

I wish to receive only one invitation.

Just as he was about to strike, Lu Tiaotiao seemed to discern the sword intent and condensed the same move, but it was more skillful, proficient, and masterful than Zhu Wuyao's.

Before the sword without edge could strike, Lu Tiaotiao unleashed the fourth level of the Falling Leaves Sword Technique.

This was the first time Zhu Wuyao had witnessed the power of the Falling Leaf Sword so directly and completely, but not through his own hand.

The fourth level of the Falling Leaf Sword technique was unleashed by someone stronger than a Nascent Soul cultivator and stronger than any other swordsman.

It was a heavy snowfall that covered everything.

The ashes, scattered and falling like dust devoid of all heat, inorganic matter, dragged the world into silence and gloom with a single sword strike. Heaven and earth were silent, and all that could be seen was gray and white.

Outside the painting, Zhu Wuyao felt a chill that went straight to his bones.

Is this... the ultimate form of ten thousand swords?

Before she could fully comprehend the power of the Falling Leaf Sword, Lu Tiaotiao had already demonstrated its might.

It seems that all sword techniques in the world are mere amateurish attempts at mastering the art in front of Lu Tiaotiao, pitiful imitations.

No matter what kind of swordsmanship it was, Lu Tiaotiao always managed to reach the pinnacle first, standing at the end of the road, looking back over the river, regarding those who came after her as nothing more than weeds.

A swordsman who can never be surpassed.

Within his meridians, the tearing of sword energy was nearing its end, gradually subsiding and becoming suppressible. Zhu Wuyao calmed his breathing, swallowed the blood in his throat, and the pain in his body finally eased slightly.

She slowly raised her fingers, as if gripping a sword hilt in the void, her fingers tightening and loosening repeatedly.

One more sword.

It was a sword strike that she truly grasped on her own, not one given to her by someone else.

A single, desperate sword strike that can break through ten thousand battles.

However... the moment Lu Tiaotiao unleashed the fourth level of the Falling Leaf Sword, Zhu Wuyao dared not make any rash moves, especially not the life-or-death sword strike.

If Lu Tiaotiao is truly the ultimate swordsman...

If this sword strike cannot find Lu Tiaotiao's weakness and cannot successfully break the deadlock...

Zhu Wuyao must commit suicide in accordance with the oath of the Great Dao, otherwise, the backlash will immediately come. Moreover, it is still uncertain whether Lu Tiaotiao will learn this sword technique.

If Lu Tiaotiao were to learn this sword technique, the power she could unleash would undoubtedly be far greater than that of Zhu Wuyao.

Who knows, Lu Tiaotiao might be able to use this breakthrough sword to cut through the entire small cave and kill her way to Zhu Wuyao outside the painting.

The sound of the magic pen rang in my ears:

"In this round, the creatures from the lake should have helped us. They were also spiritual objects formed by the power of the Heavenly Dao. They might have been able to achieve great things. But you were unwilling to let Zhu Wumeng become a sword spirit."

"Heh... I wish Wumeng would become a sword spirit so that she could perish at this moment and help me seize this opportunity?"

"Would the divination techniques be effective against Lu Tiaotiao?"

"You cannot influence my fate, alter cause and effect, or predict the future; the long road ahead is equally useless to me."

Zhu Wuyao shook her head vigorously, trying to break free from her chaotic thoughts and clear her mind. Many of her current judgments were based on instinct; she couldn't weigh the pros and cons or think more deeply.

Vision and thoughts seem to be mutually exclusive.

This cannot go on.

"End of view sharing."

As the words fell, Zhu Wuyao found herself in complete emptiness. Everything vanished, leaving her in a state of desolation, unable to assess the situation or know how to influence the course of the battle.

There's no time now to let her adjust to the feeling of being blind.

She raised her finger and wiped away the bloodstains around her eyes.

The blood is about to congeal, resembling a gel-like, sticky substance. Sight is deprived, but other senses become more acute. When everything quiets down, the blood vapor swirls around the tip of the nose.

Zhu Wuyao said, "I will teach Lu Tiaotiao this life-risking sword technique."

After speaking, she clenched her fingers again, as if she were holding an ethereal broadsword, a bladeless sword that moved at will. Although it had lost its target because the wielder's vision had been taken away, it was still under her control.

The only problem is that the direction of the slash is unpredictable.

But in any case—this sword will eventually fall upon this realm.

With the sword in my hand, I will slash towards the secret realm with which I coexist. Although the path is long and I will not be harmed, I will not violate the oath of the Heavenly Dao.

Zhu Wuyao gripped the hilt of the Void Sword and, as he had done many times before, slashed forward with that sword.

In the secret realm, the bladeless sword seemed to be held in the hand of the swordsman, slashing forward together, breaking the deadlock with a single strike.

Swordsman Lu Tiaotiao is, after all, a swordsman who inherits the future achievements of all sword cultivators in the Qingyun Sect, as well as endless fighting spirit, ambition, and the pursuit of the ultimate swordsmanship.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? I've never seen it before."

"Lu Tiaotiao! Focus on the enemy!" Elder Qian roared upon hearing this.

He drew his sword against the scythe of the Jade Corpse Puppet, repeatedly trying to seize the black broadsword that might bring about unforeseen changes, but he was entangled by the Jade Corpse Puppet and could not break free.

Lu Tiaotiao heard the order from Elder Qian.

I also heard Zhu Wuyao's voice, which seemed to come from the horizon, and sounded like he was injured.

"Your name is Lu Tiaotiao. I imagine that when you first took up the sword, the first thing you instilled in your will was an unwavering dedication to the way of the sword, cough..."

Only in this way can one continuously seek and acquire new sword intent over thousands of years, and make it one's own. This is the strongest swordsman in the world, and naturally, he has the strongest obsession with the way of the sword.

Zhu Wuyao paused for a moment, then continued:

"Do you dare to learn this sword technique of mine?"

Everything was pitch black before her eyes. She thought that if the swordsman Lu Tiaotiao was similar to an AI, then he must have been programmed with execution instructions.

"Follow the orders of Qingyun Sect" is one of the lower-level instructions.

But the most basic and fundamental instruction must be as the swordsman's name suggests—to always pursue the ultimate in swordsmanship.

People in the cultivation world may not know the importance of command priority, nor would they, like in their previous lives, carefully consider and establish the Three Laws of Robotics.

Therefore, she gambled that, in Lu Tiaotiao's judgment, the order to pursue the ultimate swordsmanship had a higher priority than everything else.

"I am not confident that I can protect you from the backlash of the Great Dao Oath."

The voice of the magic pen came, offering a reminder.

"Therefore, when the oath of the Great Dao was broken, Lu Tiaotiao was also unable to protect herself."

In a life-or-death gamble, there is no distinction between superior and inferior swords, only between success and failure. Victory means victory, and defeat means death. In this respect, she and Lu Tiaotiao are no different, so there is no question of who uses it better.

After losing her sight, her thoughts finally became clear.

Zhu Wuyao's voice came from all directions:

"Sword Technique - I swear by my life and death that if this sword is drawn and the situation is not broken, then the sword will be destroyed and I will die. This is the oath of the Great Dao, witnessed by Heaven and Earth."

Lu Tiaotiao's body radiated an uncertain, flickering light.

This is a path I never imagined.

No one had ever risked their life in the Sword Trial Realm, no one was willing to place their survival in a meaningless contest, so Lu Tiaotiao never knew—

There is another road like this.

This is a path to self-destruction.