eurekapd Chapter 204 Ten Thousand Swords Return to One? Qin Mu Breaks It Casually!
Chapter 204 Ten Thousand Swords Return to One? Qin Mu Breaks It Casually!
The raindrops that were slowly falling stopped all at once in that instant!
Millions of raindrops remained suspended in mid-air, motionless!
Moonlight poured down through the gaps in the clouds, shining on the still raindrops and refracting into countless tiny rays of light.
At that moment, the entire backyard transformed into a dreamlike sea of stars, composed of rain and light.
And at the heart of that sea of stars—
Liu Bai's sword was finally drawn.
It wasn't that all three swords were drawn at once.
It's just a single weapon.
That sword was completely transparent, as if it had been carved from ice.
It slowly rose from behind Liu Bai and hovered three feet in front of him.
The sword was still so transparent that it was almost impossible to see its physical form. Only the air around the sword could be seen twisting and condensing, as if even space itself was trembling in front of it.
But this time, something different appeared on the sword.
Light was flowing within the sword.
The light was initially just a wisp, like a gossamer thread, barely perceptible.
It then grew brighter and brighter, like a burning flame within the transparent blade.
That was the culmination of Liu Bai's fifty years of swordsmanship.
It was his lifelong obsession with the sword.
At this moment, when facing Qin Mu, he gave his all—
The final strike.
Liu Bai's white hair swayed gently in the night breeze.
His face appeared remarkably calm at that moment.
He looked at Qin Mu and slowly spoke:
"This sword of mine is called 'The Way'."
"That is not my way."
"It is the way of the sword under heaven."
"I have practiced swordsmanship for fifty years, traveled all over the world’s famous mountains and rivers, visited the world’s renowned sword masters, and observed all the world’s sword techniques."
"All the swordsmanship I have seen, learned, and comprehended is contained in this sword."
His voice was old and calm, yet every word was clear, piercing the night wind and reaching the ears of everyone present.
"Today," he said, looking at Qin Mu, emphasizing each word, "I invite you to take a look."
The moment the words fell—
The transparent sword moved.
It didn't stab out, nor did it cut down, but rather it slowly rose and hovered three feet above Liu Bai's head.
Then, the flowing light within the sword suddenly burst forth with dazzling brilliance!
The brilliance was so great that it almost illuminated the entire night sky!
Everyone instinctively closed their eyes, unable to look directly at the light.
Only Qin Mu remained standing there quietly, his gaze fixed on the sword.
The light came quickly and went quickly.
In the blink of an eye, the light receded.
But when everyone opened their eyes again—
They were all stunned.
Above Liu Bai's head, what was floating was no longer a sword.
Instead, there were countless swords.
The swords were of various shapes and lengths; some were as heavy as mountains, some as slender as willows, some as sharp as frost, and some as ancient as rust.
They floated densely in mid-air, occupying the entire night sky.
Each sword emanates a different light and a different sword intent.
Some are fierce and domineering, some are light and graceful, some are effeminate and unpredictable, and some are righteous and upright.
Thousands of sword intents and thousands of rays of light intertwined, illuminating the entire night sky as if it were daytime.
Liu Bai stood beneath the thousands of swords, his gray beard and hair gently swaying in the night breeze.
His face remained calm, but his eyes shone with an unprecedented light.
That's the brilliance that only shines when a sword fanatic faces a true opponent.
"This sword strike,"
His voice rang out again, aged yet clear, piercing the night wind, penetrating the light of countless swords, and reaching Qin Mu's ears.
"I have named myself 'Tao'."
"Because the essence of swordsmanship lies within it."
He paused, his gaze fixed on Qin Mu's face, and spoke slowly and deliberately:
"please."
The moment the words fell—
Those millions of swords moved at once!
Instead of rushing towards Qin Mu, they rose simultaneously, swirling, intertwining, and merging in the night sky.
Thousands of rays of light and countless sword intents converged into a massive pillar of light that shot into the sky!
The beam of light was over ten feet thick, shooting straight into the sky and illuminating the entire night sky as bright as day!
Inside the inn, everyone involuntarily knelt down on the ground.
Not out of fear, not out of awe.
Rather, it was because the sword intent contained within that ray of light was too pure, too powerful, and too vast.
That sword intent seemed to flow from ancient times, carrying the vicissitudes of time, the majesty of heaven and earth, and the most fundamental essence of the sword path—
Road.
Under the pressure of that sword intent, they couldn't even stand up.
He could only kneel on the ground, pressing his forehead to the earth, enduring the baptism of that sword intent in the most humble posture.
The proprietress knelt on the kitchen floor, trembling all over, tears streaming down her face.
She didn't know what that light meant, she only knew—
The light contained something that made her feel as insignificant as dust.
The diners knelt on the floor of the lobby, their faces ashen, their eyes filled with awe.
They finally understood what "the pinnacle of swordsmanship" meant.
By the window, Xiao Yu was already kneeling on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped together, muttering incantations.
She was praying.
Pray for His Majesty's safety.
I pray that the light will not harm His Majesty.
pray……
But just then, she heard a voice.
The voice was soft and faint, yet it pierced through all the light and sword intent, clearly reaching her ears.
"Don't be afraid."
That was Qin Mu's voice.
Xiao Yu suddenly looked up.
Under the moonlight, the pale white figure still stood there.
Before that soaring light, his figure appeared so small and so frail.
But when he stood there, he was like a mountain.
A mountain that remains unmoved no matter how turbulent the waves.
Tears welled up in Xiaoyu's eyes.
Zhao Qingxue stood by the window, without kneeling.
It wasn't because of her cultivation level, nor because of her status.
It was simply because she refused to kneel.
She gripped the window frame tightly, her fingernails digging deep into the wood, her knuckles turning white, almost breaking.
Her legs were trembling, her knees were buckling, and her body was screaming for her to kneel down.
But she gritted her teeth and stubbornly endured it.
She is the Empress of Liyang.
She absolutely cannot kneel down in front of Qin Mu.
Never kneel down in front of anyone.
Even if that sword intent was enough to crush her into dust.
But just then—
Qin Mu made a move.
He raised his hand.
The movements were still slow and casual, as casual as picking a leaf from one's own backyard.
But as he raised his hand—
The enormous pillar of light that shot into the sky suddenly stopped.
It is not dissipation, nor is it defeat.
It just stopped.
It remained suspended in mid-air, motionless.
It was as if an invisible giant hand was pressing it down.
Liu Bai's pupils suddenly contracted!
He looked at Qin Mu, at the raised, slender, fair hand, his eyes filled with disbelief.
His Dao Sword, the culmination of fifty years of effort, his all-out strike—
It was held down by a hand.
Qin Mu looked at him and smiled gently.
There was no smugness or mockery in that smile, only a faint, sincere appreciation.
"A fine sword," he said.
He paused, then added:
"However, your path is not yet complete."
He flicked his finger lightly.
"bite--"
A soft sound.
The sound was not loud, even softer than the sound of swords ringing in the corridor just now.
But with that soft sound—
The beam of light that shot into the sky burst instantly, like a bubble that had been popped!
Millions of swords, millions of rays of light, and millions of sword intents all vanished at this moment!
It turned into countless specks of light, drifting and scattering like the most dazzling fireworks in the night sky.
Then, the light dust slowly drifted down, landing on Qin Mu and his moon-white robe, giving him a faint golden halo.
He stood there quietly, surrounded by swirling dust, like a deity descending from the heavens.
Liu Bai stood still, motionless.
He looked at the falling dust of light, and at the faint halo around Qin Mu.
An unprecedented expression appeared on his aged face.
That was a sense of relief.
It is satisfactory.
It was after finally seeing the true Dao—
No regrets.
His body swayed slightly.
Then, slowly, he fell down.
But just as his body was about to touch the ground—
A hand supported him.
Liu Bai looked up and saw Qin Mu's handsome, smiling face.
"Mr. Liu," Qin Mu's voice was gentle, as gentle as a spring breeze, "the food and wine should be ready."
He paused, a genuine smile playing on his lips:
"Let's go for a drink."