Chapter 2066: Hiding Suffering

Summoning myself? That's impossible!

Sheng Xin's understanding of the strange art of Divine Descent was not just profound; he had been subjected to it once himself. But this art, at its maximum, only allowed for spatial teleportation, ignoring distance, within the same timeline, via an imprint of will. In essence, it was a variant of translocation and body-snatching, with some artistic embellishments to make it appear incredibly powerful. The marvel wasn't in Divine Descent itself. The marvel lay in the external presentation and the specific moment Xu Xiaoshou employed Divine Descent. Therefore, how could Xu Xiaoshou possibly use this art to cross countless planes and different timelines, and successfully descend from his reincarnated body back to his past life's body, without mastering the Way of Time and Space?

"Whoosh!" As the golden light of the Golden Profound Finger shot forth, the seemingly fragile Xu Xiaoshou in front of him, after uttering "Divine Descent," expelled a black beam of light from his mouth. That light tore through the sky, shattering the five Golden Profound Fingers into dust, twisting and wailing in mid-air, ecstatic beyond measure. Ying—

"Cang Ku?" Sheng Xin froze, his expression suddenly complex. "Cang Ku!" Xu Xiaoshou was equally stunned; his Divine Descent had not summoned his reincarnated self, but instead Cang Ku, who only existed in the dream world. This step would be not just a small step for Xu Xiaoshou, but a giant leap for the Age of Dharma Decline in welcoming the Ancestor. With Cang Ku's appearance, Xu Xiaoshou could clearly see "himself" standing majestically on an endless wasteland far beyond time and space. He was like a god, sometimes corporeal, sometimes formless, sometimes surrounded by surging sword energy, and sometimes conveying the invisible yet omnipresent power of "Name."

"Hello, me." When such a clear and familiar voice echoed in his ears, Xu Xiaoshou's mind buzzed. The self from his dream, or rather, his future reincarnated self, had actually conversed with his past self, who was his current self? Xu Xiaoshou took a deep breath, replying with his will: "Hello, you." If this conversation were overheard, it would sound like two mentally ill people experiencing a shared delusion. But only I understand myself best, knowing my true essence. Life is a grand masquerade; everyone harbors a sick self within their heart, ashamed to speak, either due to moral constraints or simply because they haven't found a kindred spirit to confide in. When Xu Xiaoshou saw Xu Xiaoshou, when I encountered myself, there was an unspoken understanding, born from the same roots.

"You need not feel inferior upon seeing my Ancestral God self.""Without my current self, you would not have achieved this.""Sharp-tongued.""You're not bad either.""Very good. I appreciate your character. I will impart to you peerless martial arts, with the Way of Name as the foundation and all other Ways as derivations, transferring all abilities to complete a true 'remote login'.""And I..." Xu Xiaoshou retracted his gaze, looking at Ancestral Demon Sheng Xin before him, his eyes shining brightly, "...will not decline!"

Invisible fluctuations spread from beneath his feet. The villa, the street, the earth, the sky—all twisted sharply. What rose was not mist, but the power of Name, completely solidified. "It's here!" "He is descending!" Sheng Xin could clearly perceive the abilities that only Xu Xiaoshou of the Sacred Divine Continent could master, such as the Way of Body, Way of Spirit, Way of Will, Way of Sword, Way of Art, and Way of Life, within that transformed power of Name. How was this done? Using the Way of Name as a foundation, and treating all other Ways as derivations of the Way of Name, thus transferring them to accomplish another level of descent? Besides the Way of Time and Space, the Way of Name could also cross time and space. And in such an unimaginable way? "Never!" Sheng Xin was both shocked and enraged, feeling the tide of power slipping away from him. Blood demon power surged in his hand, and the Blood Demon Great Hand, without hesitation, directly blasted forward.

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou felt the dream memories of the Sacred Divine Continent become incredibly clear in his mind. He instantly received everything that had happened there, understood all of Xu Xiaoshou's abilities from that side, and gained an absolute, enlightening understanding of combat. "Cang Ku!" With a call, Cang Ku became like lightning, directly landing in his hand. As Xu Xiaoshou raised his sword, he could already clearly see with his naked eye the minute particles of the power of Name pervading this world, and even endless time and space, myriad eons and realms. Not just Xu Xiaoshou's. But also those left by Ancestor of Name, Ren, during the countless eras of decline. Beyond these two cultivators, there were also those associated with the names of "flowers and plants," "birds and beasts," "Yin and Yang," "four seasons," and so on—existing either as physical entities or abstract concepts—but entirely recognized by the world through oral tradition and historical records, all things, people, and events "crowned" with their respective names. A bamboo, from the smallest ink marks on a leaf to the noble, unyielding quality manifested from a painting. It existed both before the painter's eyes and as a masterpiece lauded for centuries, "praised" by people. And such universally acclaimed Names, even the Ancestor of Name couldn't borrow, even when the Way of Name was 99% complete, the Xu Xiaoshou on the Sacred Divine Continent couldn't utilize them. They could only use the Names that praised themselves. But now, with the Way of Name perfected, as the Sea of Name expanded beneath Xu Xiaoshou's feet at the villa, even the concepts of Name on physical objects and drawings were incorporated into the realm of the Way of Name. The power nourished by such Names was minuscule, almost negligible. But the quantity of similar Names was immense, too vast for "as vast as a boundless ocean" to even describe. It existed not just in this world, but also in the past, present, and future, in countless timelines, on any person, event, or thing that had ever been "crowned" with a Name, and even on the "Dao" itself!

The Dao was originally formless and nameless, yet omnipresent. It was the primordial ancestor of heaven and earth, the mother of all things. Crowning the Dao with "Dao" made it visible and tangible, sustaining billions of cultivators, then giving rise to Two from One, Three from Two, and myriad things from Three, evolving into the Great Ways of Saint, Demon, Medicine, Ghost, and Art, completing the process from "Nothing" to "Something"—this was "Name." Name and Dao were interchangeable, never separate. And when someone, from the myriad things, traced back to Three from Two, and Two from One, and cultivated the "Crowning" of Name and the "Non-existence" of Dao, then they had truly achieved "Return to Zero." The Return-to-Zero Way of Name was also originally formless and nameless. And now, someone, carrying the Way of Demon, Way of Destiny, and Way of Obsession from beneath the myriad things, formed a Blood Demon Great Hand, fiercely grasping at the fundamental essence of the myriad Ways. "Like a child defying their father, disrespectful of elders." So, Xu Xiaoshou raised his sword, mobilizing the Names of myriad eons, and struck the Blood Demon Great Hand, and as the two touched, through the Sea of Name, he nullified the power of "Crowning."

"Supreme Name · Dao Dissolution!" With a tearing sound, there was no ripple, no disturbance. The power of destiny, demonic nature, and obsession that formed the essence of the Blood Demon Great Hand, under the surging waves of the Sea of Name, were reverted into three streams of pure energy, dissolving into this world. "Dismantled?" Sheng Xin's heart thundered. Watching Xu Xiaoshou deliver that sword strike, he felt as if he were witnessing Ba Zun'an's enlightenment again, utterly bewildered, completely unaware of how it was done. Raising an Ancestral God in a pig farm was already exaggerated enough. Xu Xiaoshou was even more so; he could even define the origin and return of his Blood Demon Reverse Fate Art, dissolving power back to its original state, nullifying any attack that might harm him? "Impossible!" Sheng Xin briefly thought this was a grand dream, as nothing else could explain such an absurd sword strike. This was no longer just a Sword Art of Name! This was fundamentally an all-in-one attack and defense, transforming the formless into the tangible, seemingly active, but actually an unsolvable... passive ability? With Name as passive, with Sword as active. Yin and Yang determine existence, Name and Dao are always interchangeable. Ancestor of Ancestral Gods? Ancestor Shou of all Ancestors? "Run—" Sheng Xin could not fathom the beginning or end of this sword strike, yet his hair stood on end, and the only thought in his mind was to avoid its edge. Xu Xiaoshou's momentum was fully formed; he simply couldn't kill him anymore. There was no other way but to run!

"Pfft!" But at that moment, after unleashing the Dao Dissolution sword strike, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't hold back, spitting out black blood, his face suddenly as pale as paper. "He's faking it!" "No, it shouldn't be." The Way of Name, by changing the fundamental Way of Sword, could insightfully break the Blood Demon Reverse Fate Art from its source, appearing powerful, but actually consuming an immense amount of energy. How much energy did Xu Xiaoshou have left? Even if he scraped together, he could only gather the energy for one punch that previously broke his Divine Court's Slow Law Heavenly Kingdom. The current Xu Xiaoshou was, after all, not Ancestor Shou of the Sacred Divine Continent. His state was limited, and his energy was limited. The sword strikes he could deliver must also be limited! Thinking of this, Sheng Xin burst into laughter, his confidence reignited: "So what if you attained enlightenment at the end?" "Divine Descent, after all, cannot instantly transfer all power to your current self in this world." "Power has its limits. The moment you can no longer grip Cang Ku, that will be your death!" Sheng Xin's eyes were bloodshot, and he raised his hands high. Beneath his feet, the Divine Demon Sea of Dao roared and expanded, directly covering the entire continent, unconcerned with the fate of this plane, willing to destroy a realm to unleash his full power once. "Oh my blackness..." Dark clouds pressed down, and the black, white, and yellow races across the entire continent trembled, looking up, but utterly powerless to offer even half a sound of resistance. In an instant, they were directly refined into blood demon power. "Boom! Boom!" With this full-power strike, the world began to shatter like a mirror. The continents and oceans could no longer withstand the damage, rumbling and breaking apart.

"Blood Demon Baptism!" Sheng Xin, without any restraint, pressed his palm down. The blood-black clouds converging in the sky unleashed streams of blood-black light, like a lightning tribulation, instantly engulfing Xu Xiaoshou before him. "Die!" "Name..." Profound light descended, obscuring the figure. What could not be obscured, however, was that calm and unhurried voice. Sheng Xin was startled to see that directly beneath the Blood Demon Baptism, a Dao sound flowed from beyond endless time and space, spreading through this world and going towards the nameless. River of Body Way, River of Spirit Way, Sea of Will Way! River of Sword Way, Sea of Name Way! A total of three rivers and two seas appeared simultaneously. The power of the Five Rivers of Dao, which had once deceived the Ancestor of Medicine, Shennong Baicao, had ironically come true, manifesting for Xu Xiaoshou in the present. And using these foundational three Ways of Body, Spirit, and Will, with Name as the guide and Sword as the tool, Xu Xiaoshou of the current timeline, holding Cang Ku, had already borrowed various powers of Name from countless eons away, as well as the last few pools of boundless energy transferred from his reincarnated self.

"Name as the Foundation!" With a heavy shout, Sheng Xin's spiritual world felt a thunderous explosion. Looking up, beyond this plane, countless stars and specks of light flickered and pulsed, casting billions of streams of light, like threads, striking this realm. A vast net of Name power, spanning past and future, like how Ba Zun'an, using the Name accumulated over years from the Buried Sword Tomb, anchored the five regions of the Sacred Divine Continent, now anchored this plane! But this feat was far grander. When he realized that the billions of light streams originated from myriad eons and realms, and understood that Xu Xiaoshou could draw upon the Names of all ages for his own use, implying infinite endurance, Sheng Xin's palms and soles began to chill. "No retreat!" He could only shriek hysterically, frantically pushing himself to the limit, unleashing the Blood Demon Baptism to its maximum! "Dao Can Be Dissolved!" But as countless blood demon light pillars poured down, Xu Xiaoshou merely held Cang Ku aloft, the Supreme Name flowing within the sword. When the profound light approached, it slowed; upon touching, it decomposed. When decomposed, it returned to the fundamental power of the Great Dao, and was then "crowned" with immeasurable Names, its energy easily absorbed by Xu Xiaoshou. What kind of attack art was this? This was aiding the enemy, raising a tiger to cause trouble!

"Die, die, die!" The more Sheng Xin watched, the more terrified he became, and the more frantic his movements grew. Not just the Blood Demon Baptism, he pulled out the Extinguishing Dao Profound Ruler, also smashed the Primordial Mother Coffin, and even wished he could bind Xu Xiaoshou with the Cloud Brocade of Chaos, preventing any further movement. But how could Xu Xiaoshou be foolish? Using the Names of myriad eons as a foundation, he temporarily borrowed immense power. And with the last six pools of life energy available, though more than half was lost during transfer, one or two pools would be enough to get him through this difficult period. Dissolve the Ancestral Saint's Three Weapons? That was too difficult, and consumed too much power. Sheng Xin lost his composure, and Xu Xiaoshou seized the moment of divine agility, twisting to avoid the attack. I dissolve weak power, I avoid strong power. I devour Saintly Dao, Demonic Dao cannot affect my will. With this power of the Three Rivers and Two Seas of the Great Dao, I ask you, Sheng Xin, how will you respond? With Cang Ku in hand, he sternly pressed down, Xu Xiaoshou's eyes lit up, like a sharp sword about to be drawn, as he roared decisively: "Sword as the Tool!"

"Buzz..." Sheng Xin's head buzzed and vibrated, and his heart skipped a beat. Something was wrong, very wrong. Only avoiding, not attacking, was not Xu Xiaoshou's style. And these few sounds, though not five-character or seven-character lines, if this fellow managed to rhyme one more word, three or four lines could form a poem, and also serve as a sword incantation! "Shut up, you—" Once bitten by a snake, one fears even a coiled rope for ten years. Sheng Xin hadn't actually been "bitten" by Ba Zun'an's sword, but he fully understood the implications. Seeing the situation turn sour, after a loud roar, he actually... turned and ran! Run, run, run, nothing was more important than running! Run back to the Sacred Divine Continent, enter Dao Qiongcang's Divine Court. Even if the Blood Demon Reverse Fate Art couldn't harm Xu Xiaoshou, couldn't it seize the Way of Memory? Use the Sea of Memory to interfere with the Sea of Will. Use the Divine Demon Sea of Dao to clash head-on with the Sea of Name. Otherwise, how could his one Sea of Power possibly contend with Xu Xiaoshou's Three Rivers and Four Seas? But the moment he turned, Xu Xiaoshou clearly grinned. "Change can be rewritten!" The world seemed to pause, Sheng Xin felt as if the entire scene of this world had completely stilled. Name as the foundation, Dao can be dissolved. Sword as the tool, Change can be rewritten. These four short lines established the basis for a counter-kill, clearly adapting Ba Zun'an's Sword of Change, intending to transform the passive dissolution of Dao through Name into an active offense. This was aimed directly at his head! "Cang Ku · Heavenly Dissolution!" He couldn't run at all! The moment Sheng Xin heard "Heavenly Dissolution," he knew something had gone wrong. In the best moment for combat, he had chosen the worst possible direction. How could Xu Xiaoshou's attack be retreated from? There was actually no choice; besides attacking as defense, retreating was clearly a dead end.

"Forbidden · Reverse Ban Rebirth!" Turning back, he activated an art. In the extreme state of Blood Demon Reverse Fate Art, Sheng Xin activated the ultimate intent of the Way of Art, briefly elevating himself to his strongest peak period. With one art sacrificed, the Blood Demon Reverse Fate Art, all its various powers were completely exhausted. But the borrowed billions of years of destiny were gone, yet the peak power of the Ancestor Saint and Ancestor Demon, drawn from the Way of Art, surged back from an unnamed place. This was a complete disregard for the future, solely focused on killing in the present. Whether to attain or seize the Dao depended on this final strike. "Xu Xiaoshou..." "Today, you will surely die!" Sheng Xin's face was distorted with rage as he burst forth. Divine Demon True Form, the peak power of both Ancestors, simultaneously embodied; at this moment, combat awareness and reaction speed were elevated to their maximum. He tilted his head, easily avoiding the Heavenly Dissolution strike from Cang Ku that came head-on, causing Xu Xiaoshou's ultimate killing blow to miss. With a backhand, he pointed an empty finger: "Divine Court · Slow Law Heavenly Kingdom." What did Xu Xiaoshou fear most? He feared that all his abilities would be forbidden. What did Sheng Xin fear most? He feared his Slow Law Heavenly Kingdom would be broken in one strike. As early as three hundred years in the Time Realm, the Divine Court had been repaired enough to form a rudimentary shape. Now, with the Reverse Ban Rebirth art, it could be fully elevated to its strongest period. Therefore, Xu Xiaoshou unleashed his strongest attack, and Sheng Xin adopted the strategy of 'drawing the firewood from under the cauldron,' delivering a sudden, overwhelming Divine Court suppression... "Break it!" "Come and break my Ancestral Divine Court!" "This time, I wonder how you'll turn the tables!" "Buzz..." A water screen formed naturally, flowing light swirling. This plane of the Age of Dharma Decline was instantly enveloped by Return-to-Zero Dao Rhyme, and even Xu Xiaoshou's past life's body was imprisoned within it. How will you counter this?! Cang Ku is not in your hand, the Way of Sword cannot be used. Even if your Way of Name's passive is invincible, you can only wait for death! Passive ability? It doesn't compare to the Way of Saint-Demon, not even a hair on the Slow Law Heavenly Kingdom! "Forbidden!" Sheng Xin roared, and Xu Xiaoshou's Three Rivers and Two Seas of the Great Dao instantly vanished from beneath his feet, leaving him with only a stunned expression. As if facing impending death, he still hadn't realized how Sheng Xin could manifest the Slow Law Heavenly Kingdom, which had already been shattered by a single punch and could cause him nightmares for countless eons. "Die!" Sheng Xin slashed horizontally with his right hand, Xu Xiaoshou's head flew, and his Body, Spirit, and Will Ways were directly cut into nothingness by the Slow Law Heavenly Kingdom. Boom boom boom boom... The Blood Demon Catastrophe continued its frenzied bombardment. This time, there was finally no interfering "Supreme Name · Dao Dissolution" restriction. The profound light descended, heartily unleashing Sheng Xin's emotions, whipping Xu Xiaoshou's already shattered corpse until he dared not reincarnate for countless eons. "Hahahaha!" Sheng Xin burst into roaring laughter, tears almost streaming down his face. "Hahahahahaha, hahahahahaha..." "Satisfied!" After being stifled for so long, he finally defeated Xu Xiaoshou at the last moment... Wait a minute!

Sword and I depend on each other. Although the Divine Court's Slow Law Heavenly Kingdom instantly forbade the Ways of Body, Spirit, Will, Name, Sword, Life, and others, rendering them completely unusable. But as long as Cang Ku remained, Xu Xiaoshou had the possibility of resurrection. Sheng Xin's laughter abruptly ceased. He turned his head, about to retrieve the "Heavenly Dissolution · Cang Ku" that he had just avoided, to shatter it as well, and then furiously whip its corpse. That broken sword was essentially just a piece of ordinary iron! The Broken Sword Qing Ju had already gained its name, daring to challenge the Ancestral Saint's Three Weapons. How could Cang Ku, having lost its master, be exiled for a hundred lifetimes? Sheng Xin would absolutely not allow Cang Ku to drift outside, giving Xu Xiaoshou even the slightest chance of making a comeback. However... Turning his head, searching everywhere, Cang Ku was nowhere to be found. Thump! Sheng Xin's heart convulsed, and his face suddenly turned ashen, as if he had connected it to something terrible. He unleashed his thoughts, from this realm, through the Way of Time and Space, searching the myriad realms outside. The anxiety in his heart at this moment was simply indescribable. "No..." "Cannot..." "Please, no..." Sweat dripped from Sheng Xin's forehead as he frantically searched, but found no trace of Cang Ku lingering outside this realm. However, there was a black sword mark, piercing through time and space, leading to the nameless. "No, no, no..." Sheng Xin cautiously split off a wisp of consciousness and sent it into that black sword mark, peeking inside. "Boom!" His head seemed to explode in an instant. That wisp of consciousness was enveloped by a vast and surging power of Name, drawn and transported through endless time and space, traversing several blurred scenes, finally breaking through the darkness and welcoming a dawn-like radiance. No, that wasn't light! That was Xu Xiaoshou of the Sacred Divine Continent, Ancestor Shou! He stood atop Crane Pavilion, the mountains and forests beneath his feet, though clearly shattered long ago, had somehow been fully restored, dazzling with brilliant light. A huge bloody hole pierced his chest, clearly stabbed by some divine weapon, yet his face showed no pain. Instead, he raised his hands high, injecting the power of his various Ways into the Supreme Name, converging it towards the wound. Then, he transmitted it into the Cang Ku sword body behind him, which had returned after leaving!

"Three mountains below Crane Pavilion, a thousand waters yield to Elk Spring early..." "Shut up!" Sheng Xin was terrified and immediately severed that peeking consciousness. But it was too late. Xu Xiaoshou's transmission of the Names of myriad eons, following the bridge connecting past and future, past life and present life, constructed with Cang Ku as the tool, pulled Sheng Xin's consciousness from the Divine Court of the Age of Dharma Decline into his Heavenly Dissolution imagery. And he was still reciting! "No—" Sheng Xin struggled desperately but couldn't break free. His Divine Court's Slow Law Heavenly Kingdom only covered one realm in the Age of Dharma Decline. How could it reach Xu Xiaoshou beyond endless time and space? The scene before his eyes changed again and again. It was as if the entire Sacred Divine Continent's creation and evolution were being reshaped in his mind, or as if Sheng Xin himself was forcibly replaced by Xu Xiaoshou, experiencing his entire life's journey to enlightenment. "Rumble rumble rumble..." Tall mountains rose, standing in the central region. Of the three mountains in the central region, Gui Zhe and Si Ling were paramount, with Crane Pavilion Mountain being the last. "Swish swish swish..." The thousand waters of the five regions surged endlessly, myriad rivers flowing into the four seas, nourishing countless lives. Only the Elk Spring of Crane Pavilion Mountain was dry, no longer holding the name of the world's finest water. No, no, no... Sheng Xin resisted frantically, not wanting to see any of this. He wanted to run, but he couldn't; being in the World of Dharma Decline, he had limited power to exert. Xu Xiaoshou, standing at Crane Pavilion, with his superior vantage point, as a fellow Return-to-Zero Ancestral God, completely suppressed him. Scenes shifted, drastic changes occurred. At first, in Sheng Xin's mind, there was his own past life, from zero to one, cultivating to Ancestral Saint, then falling into demonhood, becoming entangled in obsession. In the end, all of this blurred, all of it replaced by Xu Xiaoshou's life. "No—"

Though the three mountains were high, representing the will of the Sacred Divine Hall and the five great Sacred Emperor families, and the authority of divine, demon, medicine, and ghost, Gui Zhe Sacred Mountain was the first to collapse. Si Ling Mountain followed closely, even with his Ancestral Demon guarding it, it disintegrated and vanished in the great war. But only Crane Pavilion Mountain, under the nourishment of Xu Xiaoshou's power of Name at this moment, was completely restored, superseding the first two, becoming the supreme point of the Sacred Divine Continent. The long-dried Elk Spring, nurtured by the Way of Life, gathered drop by drop of sweet dew, surging endlessly once more, rising higher than the thousand waters of the five regions. A mountain is famous not for its height, but for the presence of immortals. A river is spiritual not for its depth, but for the presence of dragons. Sheng Xin seemed to understand what Xu Xiaoshou intended to do. He wanted to gain momentum; he couldn't be allowed to gain momentum. But in his current state, Sheng Xin could only watch helplessly, completely unable to stop Xu Xiaoshou's rise. Xu Xiaoshou's momentum rose swiftly, like the morning sun ascending in the east, purple qi gathering. Standing atop Crane Pavilion, the qi of Name from the thousand mountains and waters of the five regions converged, nourishing this mountain into the supreme land of spiritual essence, spewing forth magnificent light, lifting him straight into the clouds. Blinding! Too blinding! That light shot forth, leaving an indelible mark in one's heart, like Xu Xiaoshou's unstoppable enlightenment in three years. Sheng Xin closed his eyes, not wanting to let such a towering figure be etched into his heart. But it was useless; the current divine buddha didn't need to rise, that unsheathed sword, however, gradually ascended, higher and higher, its sharpness unstoppable even with closed eyes. From Tiansang Spirit Palace, to White Cave, to East Heavenly King City, to Void Island, to Four Symbols Secret Realm, to Yujing City, to leading the charge in the Ancestral God War...

Too fast! Crane Pavilion was not tall, yet standing there, one could glimpse the former Yujing to the east, and with a probe into the spatial rift, also see a corner of Void Island in the eastern region. It was as if the entire world, at this moment, was building momentum for Xu Xiaoshou, nourishing him, not just Yujing and Void Island, but even Seven Broken Forbidden and Apricot Realm. A silhouette on Crane Pavilion's cloud-tipped peak, mountain like a sheath, man like a sword, water as a name; three years like an instant, yet embodying ten thousand years of vicissitudes, thus will became complete, Dao became complete, sword became complete, hair not yet white, man returned to zero, sword unsheathed with Name. "Hah!" Tiansang Spirit Palace, a young boy commanded his sword, trembling. That black sword Cang Ku, however, merely fell to the ground, impossible to lift with "All Things Are Swords." "Rise!" Sweat dripped. The sword finally hovered in the air, a rudimentary form of Sword Control Art. "Go!" A sword thrown, but it shot back, as if to devour its master. So he threw it again, avoided; threw again, avoided; threw yet again, still only avoided... This wicked sword and its wicked spirit, could only gain sentience, borrow power, and fly when it reached the highest, farthest point. Borrow whose power? Its tip could only point towards himself, not towards others. Then go with the flow! "Reverse Sword Control Art is still Sword Control Art, isn't it?"

"Name as the foundation, Dao can be dissolved.""Sword as the tool, Change can be rewritten.""Cang Ku · Heavenly Dissolution!"

Xu Xiaoshou threw his sword, just as he had first arrived at Tiansang Spirit Palace, and first actively practiced swordsmanship at night. Cang Ku · Heavenly Dissolution, unlike Great City Celestial Travel or Lotus Liberation, had no remarkable imagery. It would only fly foolishly, be dodged by Sheng Xin, fly to the highest, farthest point, to find its target, to reach the extreme, borrow the power of turning misfortune into fortune, and then return to backlash its master. "Whoosh!" That sword came from the past life, piercing endless time and space, using the Names of myriad eons as energy, still flying higher and farther, flying towards the present life. It came towards Xu Xiaoshou; it had never borrowed power from the nameless, but rather borrowed Name from the named. It wanted to fly from the past life to the present life, from the weakness of Ten-Grade, Nine-Grade, towards Ancestral God, Venerable Extreme. It wanted to pierce its master's body, dissolving destiny with heavenly dissolution, sending salvation to the future, liberating the trapped body of its past life's master. I do not know myself, but the sword knows me. If I know myself, the sword helps me. Cang Ku kept flying, tireless, as if it would never stop its journey. Its life also began from Tiansang Spirit Palace, and it made Crane Pavilion higher than Gui Zhe and Si Ling, and Elk Spring more spiritual than the Thousand Waters and Four Seas; it also gathered spiritual essence, exhaling and inhaling the Way of Name; it also observed Yujing, and peered into Void Island; it also verified Name and Dao, remaining ageless until death! "No..." Sheng Xin looked back, the Reverse Ban Rebirth had just begun to activate. But he was no longer viewing it from his own perspective, bombarding and whipping Xu Xiaoshou's corpse. Instead, he was placed into the imagery by the Heavenly Dissolution sword strike, understanding this sword from another angle. Xu Xiaoshou throwing Cang Ku, how similar was it to his first practice of Reverse Sword Control Art in Tiansang Spirit Palace? Cang Ku breaking through time and space, chasing the nameless, how similar was it to his past self's yearning for the sky, for freedom and unruliness? The sword breaking through the reincarnated body, borrowing the Names of Ancestor Shou from the Sacred Divine Continent for countless eons, how similar was it to turning misfortune into fortune, reaching the end of power only to rebound, with the Named Sword gaining sentience, dazzling with brilliant light? In himself bombarding Xu Xiaoshou over here, the Xu Xiaoshou on the other side clearly also used the momentum of Heavenly Dissolution, but with the Supreme Name of Crane Pavilion and Elk Spring as the sword, he imbued the Cang Ku that embraced him with true soul, formed from the various methods and powers of his own self that had dissolved into the Way of Name!

"Three mountains below Crane Pavilion, a thousand waters yield to Elk Spring early.""Gathering pure spiritual essence, exhaling and inhaling precious red light.""Sitting or lying, overlooking Yujing City, overshadowing Void Island with its power.""Attaining the Name of the Dao, hair white but sword never aging."

The Reverse Sword Control Art, going and returning, like a swallow returning south, but bringing with it the Cang Ku sword spirit from the cloud-tipped peak of Crane Pavilion, formed by Ancestor Shou's various powers and methods dissolved into the Way of Name! The sword was the main body, the person was the auxiliary. Sheng Xin looked back, and myriad things converged into a single instant. The moment his consciousness cut into the black sword mark channel, the sword light had already surged back from eternity, directly tearing apart the Milky Way, plowing through the Slow Law Heavenly Kingdom, obliterating all last resorts under the Reverse Ban Rebirth art, blasting the person into dust. "Cang Ku · Heavenly Dissolution!"