eurekapd Chapter 533 is an inseparable life.
Chapter 533 is an inseparable life.
This was Jiang Jiang's first time stepping into the mountains of Jianfeng.
Snowflakes fluttered in the air, and the mountains were rugged and craggy.
The wind here seems to carry the chill of swords and the stench of blood.
The vast snowfield seemed to have nothing but the distant sky and the towering mountains standing in the distance.
The mountains were silent, except for the breath of the living, which turned into a wisp of mist in the world of ice and snow.
The elder explained that the sword was right in front of her and all of them, on the highest and most precipitous mountain peak.
A large group of people landed in this vast sword tomb, yet they only felt a few scattered points of light. Everyone headed towards the mountain peak, and the space between them was so vast that they could hear the echo of their own heartbeats.
The trial rules state that no external magical artifacts can be used; everyone must rely solely on their own physical bodies to climb this towering snow-capped mountain.
Some people gave up at the foot of the mountain and chose to search for a suitable spiritual sword in the Sword Tomb. Some people persisted and climbed to the halfway point, but their bodies could not take it. They lost their footing and fell down in a sorry state. Of course, there were also people with very strong bodies. It was obvious that they had put a lot of effort into body training. They climbed the mountain without feeling tired at all. Even so, it took them three days and three nights to finally reach the top of the snow mountain.
Faced with the ancient divine sword embedded in the rock, the first person to climb up was eager to try it out. His palms were sweaty with excitement, and he wiped them on his clothes several times before carefully approaching the sword, holding his breath, and gripping the hilt.
Then, pull upwards with force!
The divine sword remained silent, utterly still.
Unwilling to give up, the man tried again with all his might.
His face turned a deep red, but he still didn't pull out the divine sword that everyone envied.
There wasn't even the slightest tremor.
The people who followed closely behind also rushed up to try it out.
The ancient divine sword indifferently watched these endless streams of ants, silent and undisturbed. Its blade, forever silent, gazed upon only one person.
It is unique.
The master who is inseparable from me through life and death.
Having only climbed one percent of the mountain path, Jiang Jiang leaned against a large rock, panting heavily. Her body and forehead were soaked with sweat, and she shivered violently when the cold wind blew.
If it weren't for her inexplicable resistance to the cold, she would have fainted from the cold at the foot of the snow-capped mountain.
Her fellow students had long since left her far behind, and logically speaking, her chances of winning the trial were slim. However, after a short rest, she mustered her strength and continued climbing.
The winding mountain path underfoot soon disappeared, and all that remained to reach the summit was the rugged, towering rock face.
Without much hesitation, Jiang Jiang searched for a climbing spot and began to carefully try to climb up.
However, someone like her, who lacked both physical strength and skill, slipped and fell after only a few steps.
Her palms and knees were chafed and bleeding, but she didn't cry out in pain much. She wrapped her chafed palms with a cloth and continued to try to climb up.
Then it fell down again.
Keep trying.
Then fall down again.
The cycle repeats itself, gradually moving further and climbing higher.
It felt as if every bone in her body had been broken. Eventually, she felt a numbness in her pain, and for several moments, she couldn't even feel her body anymore.
She climbed for countless days—maybe five, maybe ten, maybe even a month—before she looked up and saw the shadow of the sword through the hazy clouds.
She felt a little happy.
The sword hasn't been taken away yet, she still has a chance!
But the brief joy caused her mind to relax for a moment. Then, the wounds and bloodstains on her body that she had deliberately forgotten were like countless claws desperately pulling her away, instantly shattering her consciousness.
The blood-red figure suddenly released the sharp rocks and fell off the cliff.
A biting wind howled, the mountains stood majestically, and the silent divine sword suddenly emitted a humming sound. It then flew off the rock, transformed into a streak of light, and anxiously plunged down the cliff.
Her slender body leaned softly against the sword, the sword light trembled, and a soft light enveloped the figure on the sword, protecting her from all the wind and snow, and slowly carried her to the top of the snow-capped mountain.
As it landed, a tall, aloof figure stood in the wind and snow, silently gazing at it.
Finally, he said, "You shouldn't spoil her like this. She was the one who abandoned you first. It was just some physical pain, yet you're so reluctant to let her go?"
The divine sword hummed, its blade trembling, seemingly displeased with his words.
She is its owner.
They are partners, confidants, and inseparable as blood.
It is a catastrophe ordained by fate that will lead to our martyrdom.
No one could be closer to her than it.
It will naturally forgive her.
Even if she abandons it a thousand times, it will choose to forgive her and indulge her without any limits, time and time again.
Because they are bound together by heart and soul, sharing life and death, and their souls resonate with each other, their lives are inseparable and their path indelible.
Bathed in the snow, the immortal lowered his eyes, chuckled softly, and laughed at something that seemed so sad and helpless, before disappearing.
When Jiang Jiang woke up from her coma, it was already pitch black.
There was no moon, no stars; the world was so dark it seemed like a colossal beast about to devour everything, and the deathly silence all around was chilling.
She swallowed hard, glancing out of the corner of her eye that the divine sword was still there. She felt grateful that God was still looking out for her, and quickly suppressed her fear, supporting her almost broken body as she walked step by step, leaving bloody footprints, to the side of the divine sword.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to keep her hands from shaking and calm down before gripping the sword hilt in one go.
Pull it upwards with force.
His body suddenly leaned backward, and he almost fell to the ground.
The jet-black longsword was held in her hand, and its chill instantly seeped into her bones.
Jiang Jiang stood there blankly, her body stiff, her blood-red tattered dress billowing in the cold wind of the snowy night, like a butterfly fluttering down.
When Cao Xian stumbled and staggered his way up from the foot of the snow-capped mountain, he saw the goddess standing in the snowy region with her sword in hand. Gradually, the timidity and hesitation of a mere mortal faded from her eyes, which became sharp, cold, and clear. Her gaze shone with a light purer and colder than the snowstorm that swept across the Sword Tomb.
She stood there, her solitary and upright figure like an unyielding sword, defying the wind and snow with composure.
Upon hearing the noise and looking over, Cao Xian saw her face gradually change before finally returning to her original stunning beauty.
Looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, he suddenly took a step back, and something bloody rushed into his throat.