Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 52 - 52 52 Untouchable

52: Chapter 52: Untouchable 52: Chapter 52: Untouchable The sword was in the black golden sheath, and no one could see the sharp blade within nor recognize it.

But the moment the sword was drawn, the most unique and unparalleled sound of the sword filled the air, resembling the cry of a hawk from a cliff, reverberating throughout the ancient depths of the Abyss.

It was a sound that towered above the ten thousand swords of the mortal world.

After the red lightning dispersed, a heavy rain fell from the sky, extinguishing the thunder fires on the ancient trees.

The corner of the Barrier that had burst open slowly closed and healed, and the rain, unaffected by the Barrier, fell into this space, drenching everyone’s clothes.

Yin Tiger seemed somewhat disgusted by the rain in the mortal world, uttered a low moan, turned into a streak of light, and entered the Glazed Umbrella, disappearing from sight.

The falling rain spread concentric ripples densely over the surface of the lake.

The Merfolk surfaced one after another, their gazes wary yet curious as they stared at the area.

Wen Yu looked ahead at Yang Zhao and Huang Kang, who had been turned into two charred corpses by lightning.

And there was… the man with two swords stuck in his abdomen who, upon recognizing, suddenly fell to his knees, shakingly said, “Thirteen Sword Master, Lord Yuanli…”

In this world, anyone involved in cultivation would never feel unfamiliar with this name.

Yuanli was not the name of a person, but a sword.

One of the strongest among the thirteen swords of the mortal world.

The Autumnwater Sword in Baili An’s hands was merely one of the treasures.

Throughout the Six Realms and Four Seas, all weapons were categorized into five levels: treasure, Magic Artifact, Spiritual Artifact, Immortal Artifact, and Divine Artifact.

The thirteen swords stored by Tianxi were the top existences in the mortal world, the divine artifacts that never appeared in the mortal world.

These thirteen swords did not refer to any one specific sword.

Tianxi possessed treasures, and within Sword Mountain, closest to the Divine Realm, stood thirteen sacred sword steles.

Each stele concealed an ancient Sword Soul, each of which would resonate with a sword in a certain era then reside within that sword, forming the Tianxi Thirteen Swords.

These thirteen swords would seek their rightful owners throughout the mortal world; those acknowledged by the swords could become one of the Thirteen Sword Masters.

This was the ultimate honor and a symbol of being recognized by power.

The Tianxi Thirteen Swords would never perish; even five hundred years ago, during the great battle between the righteous and the demonic paths when several swords were broken, the souls within them were not destroyed but returned to the steles in silence, waiting for a new Sword Master to emerge.

And this Yuanli Sword was the youngest among the thirteen, ranked thirteenth.

Due to certain reasons, the name of the person who possessed the thirteenth Tianxi Sword was unknown to the world.

But its sword name was branded deep into their souls as clear as day.

They hadn’t expected to actually witness one of the Tianxi Thirteen Swords here in Kongcang Mountain.

Some trembled, others shook.

Because they recalled everything that had just happened.

Was the Yuanli Sword the remnant of the Demon Sect?

They felt dizzy with the thought.

If one of the Tianxi Thirteen Swords were a remnant of the Demon Sect, then this world would probably have long been under the control of the entire Demon Sect!

Compared to everyone’s shock and numbness, Baili An thought much less.

He frowned, stepping forward and pushing aside the two charred corpses in front of Jin Sheng, feeling secretly shocked in his heart.

He had seen the power of Jin Sheng’s Thunder-Attracting Sword before, so it was not the sword’s power that shocked him.

But rather, he was surprised by the terrifying extent of the physical bodies of those two who were posing as disciples of the Xijian Sect.

Although the blood in their hearts had been drawn into the sword, the lightning strike, though ending their lives,

left their bodies just charred black and did not turn them into piles of black ash.

Under him, the ground cracked unrecognizably, with sparks flashing within the cracks, painfully sharp under his feet.

The hand that Jin Sheng held the sword hilt with seemed to be burned, with red cracks like molten lava spreading across his skin.

Despite the two swords still in his abdomen, he forcefully grasped the handle of one sword, struggling to sheathe it with all his might.

Yet just lifting the sword, such a simple action, caused the red cracks on his arm to extend crazily, and the violent Sword Qi instantly burst the clothes on his shoulder and arms.

“Help… help me,” Facing Baili An, Jin Sheng seemed to shed his proud nature, seeking help with words that made everyone’s breath catch.

Baili An placed his hands over his, grasping his sword-holding right hand, which was scaldingly hot as though it had been seared by flames, terrifyingly hot!

From the cracks, bright red blood crazily poured out, his arm rapidly withering.

Jin Sheng’s ferocity grew, his red pupils as if they were about to bleed.

He roared, “Help me sheathe the sword!

I have no strength left!”

The unrestrained Thunder-Attracting Sword had nearly drained his spiritual power.

Baili An saw his critical condition, knowing that if he continued to tightly hold the sword, his entire life and soul might be sucked away by it.

Everyone watched this bizarre scene without blinking.

Baili An pressed down an inch with his hands and said in a low voice, “Give me the sword!”

With reddened pupils, Jin Sheng’s expression changed drastically, he urgently shouted, “Don’t touch the sword directly!”

He was not the Sword Master, and if he forcibly touched the unsheathed Yuanli Sword, he would be instantly torn apart by the uncontrollable Sword Qi of the sword!

Still, his warning was a step too late even though he held the sword hilt tightly.

Poorly injured and in danger, how could he resist the strength of Baili An?

Effortlessly, he snatched the sword from his hand, the wild Sword Qi crackling as it shredded the sleeves on Baili An’s arms, revealing his pale, lean arms.

But… that was all.

Baili An slightly raised his calm eyes to look at Jin Sheng, wondering why his reaction was so intense.

Pale Qing Xuan light emitted from his body, and the wild and demonic Sword Qi seemed to subside slightly at that moment.

Jin Sheng’s ferocity froze on that handsome face, his mouth slowly gaping in a comically strangulated expression.

Baili An kept a composed face, his expression not alarmed but rather strangely reproachful, he muttered, “Such a heavy sword.”

Then he boldly stood up, the sword tip pointing straight down, and accurately inserted it into the sheath.

All was calm…

Even the sword movement in the rain-filled night sky that was gathering another cluster of thunderclouds dissipated.

The fiery clouds returned to their rolling dark cloud form.

The bright stars set within the Fire Bird gradually dimmed.

Baili An took a breath of relief, didn’t bother with an umbrella, and let the cold raindrops hit his clothes and body.

His hair quickly soaked.

He looked down at the stunned Jin Sheng, whose mouth was wide open as if his jaw was dislocated, rainwater falling into his mouth unheeded.

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