The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 1441 - 621: The World Calls Me Cycle

Chapter 1441: Chapter 621: The World Calls Me Cycle

Wu Shi’s gaze couldn’t help but fall on the Sword Scabbard Stone.

In the midst of this icy and snowy land, only this piece was not frozen, standing out conspicuously.

She looked at the Sword Scabbard Stone, then glanced at the golden sword in her hand.

For some reason, she felt averse and dared not to insert the sword into it.

Is it a coincidence?

Or?

Why does this... have something to do with Master?

She instinctively trembled, hesitating to proceed.

"I..."

The Master looked at Wu Shi, his eyes carrying a glimmer of hope: "Try it, there might be... a turning point!"

Once Wu Shi recovered the Dao Lord’s combat power, she might be able to grind away the nodes of the Tuwu Great Realm.

Facing the Drowning Curse that tugged at the Tuwu Great Realm, she would not be as helpless as Bai Xiaosheng.

Wu Shi, seeing the urgent look on her Master’s face, stopped overthinking, or perhaps it was too cold here, causing her hand holding the golden sword to tremble.

Clang!

The golden sword fell into the Sword Scabbard Stone, its sword cry sounding like a dragon’s chant.

Both their eyes were fixed on the golden sword, as if to see its abnormalities.

"It must be a coincidence," Wu Shi consoled herself in her heart.

However, in the next breath, her face turned deathly pale.

The golden sword was trembling incessantly.

The Sword Scabbard Stone was also shuddering continuously.

The surrounding void was vanishing, collapsing.

Time, space, all rules were overlapping, shattering.

"Is there... a reaction?" Bai Xiaosheng looked excited.

Disciple, would she find her sword?

Then, does it mean that the disciple could attain Dao Lord’s combat power?

At this moment, all of a sudden, an overwhelming Sword Intent swept through.

Bai Xiaosheng immediately looked towards the source of the Sword Intent.

He saw a phantom.

"Is this the Sword Disciple?"

He felt a Sword Intent that was sharp to the extreme.

Pure, ultimate.

This Sword Intent seemed capable of tearing apart everything in the world.

This Sword Intent, at this very moment, flooded into the golden sword.

The originally shattered golden sword was reforged.

The position of the sword was also climbing, as if the sword had been infused with a sword soul.

Seeing this scene, Wu Shi breathed a sigh of relief.

It had nothing to do with the Sword Disciple and the Master.

Everything... was just her own delusion.

The aura was climbing.

The sword was transforming.

Ascending from the extraordinary to the supreme.

But, just as Wu Shi and Bai Xiaosheng anticipated, when the sword was about to be fully formed, and its power climbed to the pinnacle, a crack appeared on the golden sword.

"What’s going on?" Bai Xiaosheng was puzzled.

With his abilities and knowledge, he couldn’t tell what was happening.

But he understood that the sword was cracking.

At this rate, it would completely turn into fragments in about ten breaths’ time.

Bai Xiaosheng quickly reached out and grabbed the sword, seemingly trying to use his powerful Divine Power to slow down the speed of the sword shattering.

Wu Shi did the same, her cold little hand covering her Master’s, gripping the sword tightly.

"It cannot shatter, it must not shatter," Bai Xiaosheng murmured, his heart extremely anxious.

Time was not on their side.

The sword edge was sharp, the Sword Intent astounding.

Holding this sword, Bai Xiaosheng seemed to feel the initial battle between the Sword Disciple and the Yunmeng Palace Master.

Each sword strike was filled with murderous intent, reckless and wanton.

He also understood that the enmity between the Sword Disciple and Yunmeng Palace Master must be real.

The Sword Disciple truly wanted to kill the Yunmeng Palace Master!

As the Sword Intent permeated, Bai Xiaosheng seemed to travel back in time, witnessing the battle atop Yunmeng Mountain through the Sword Intent.

He seemed to see a man in black turning into a sword, fighting incessantly.

He also seemed to see the Yunmeng Palace Master, standing on the peak, snowflakes drifting down, her expression desolate.

The whispers of time and space also fell into their ears at this moment.

"Master, who are you waiting for?"

"I’m waiting for a sword... a sword that can make the world forget and no longer suffer."

"Have you found it?"

"Wangzhou Mountain is not yet severed... Perhaps not found."

...

"Is Master still waiting for that sword?"

"I don’t know if the disciple’s sword can replace that one?"

These whispers, entering Bai Xiaosheng’s ears, naturally also reached Wu Shi’s.

"Yunmeng Palace Master is waiting for a sword?"

"Wangzhou Mountain is not severed; the sword is not yet complete!"

"Now, the mountain is severed, but what about the sword?"

Wu Shi was somewhat anxious.

There wasn’t much time left for them, less than five breaths.

In another five breaths, the sword would completely shatter.

At that moment, a low murmur rose again.

"Wangzhou Mountain is severed, Master... Did you find that sword?"

"I... would rather not have found it."

The desolate voice echoed through space and time, and all sounds and images came to an abrupt halt.

"Why doesn’t the riddler speak clearly!" Wu Shi was anxious, almost wanting to curse out loud.

If she were the Yunmeng Palace Master, she would want to slap her past self.

However...

At this moment, a mysterious piece of information flooded into both Bai Xiaosheng and Wu Shi’s minds.

Their expressions shifted slightly as they looked at each other.

Because this piece of information was... to keep the sword from breaking, a Tao God must sacrifice everything.

Wu Shi anxiously said, "Master, don’t believe it, it’s fake, there’s a plot."

Bai Xiaosheng looked at Wu Shi, his eyes gentle, with a clear smile: "If sacrificing one person can save everyone, why should I hesitate to sacrifice myself?"

Bai Xiaosheng considered himself quite selfish.

But he also had the courage to sacrifice his life for righteousness.

To die for the Tuwu Great Realm, that would be an honorable death.

As for plots...

The moment he grasped the sword, he inexplicably felt a sense of destiny.

As if he was born for this sword.

He didn’t have time to say goodbye to Wu Shi.

The breaking of the sword was at that instant.

He chose to give up on himself.

His True Spirit was dissipating.

Consciousness was blurring.

His mighty Divine Power, at this moment, turned to ash.

A Tao God, a Divine Treasure that attained sentience, in this instant, vanished into nothingness.