1939 Wisdom Is Emptiness (2)
Yet to make a move, Mei Siren softly stated:
"I shall only make one move, so don't dodge. I still need to teach."
"Teach?" Number Two felt a sense of absurdity.
Only a madman would entertain the idea of using Number Two as a teaching subject.
He wanted to strike pre-emptively, obliterating everything that might happen after Mei Siren's move.
But gazing into Mei Siren's calm eyes, Number Two restrained this impulse and saw the bigger picture:
Mei Siren had not made his move earlier because the countdown to exile had restricted him. Now, having cleared the countdown, he had reached the peak of his combat strength.
Then, would this ancient swordsman, who had defied death, possess a battle consciousness inferior to that of Dao Qiongcang, the creator of Divine Oracle?
No, he would not!
Thus, Number Two could strike first, but it would inevitably trigger Mei Siren's early reaction and attack.
"Teach..." Number Two felt somewhat perplexed without reason.
He interpreted another layer of meaning in Mei Siren's words:
Because he was going to teach, he would use the Gentlemen's Sword. If he could catch it, he caught it; if he could not, he would die trying.
With this strike, he could attack, and defend, but he could not be quick on the draw because the Taicheng Sword was undoubtedly faster than him.
The odds of getting away were next to none!
Because the entire Abyss Island was potentially within the attack range of that one strike!
"One strike?" Number Two asked.
"One strike," Mei Siren nodded.
So, this was the ancient swordsman's gentlemen's agreement: He would always attack head-on, regardless of whether Number Two could block it or not; that was his problem.
"What happens after the one strike?" Number Two asked again.
Mei Siren looked at him, and for a long time, he remained silent. After a while, he gently shook his head, "There is no after."
At another time, Number Two would know how to respond to this statement.
It would be nothing more than arrogant and conceited words, akin to those of Xu Xiaoshou, who thought highly of himself and belittled others.
But at this moment, Number Two's lips stretched slightly to the sides, and he simply nodded.
He agreed!
To outsiders, this scene was almost unbelievable.
Xu Xiaoshou's jaw almost dropped.
In his ears, Mei Siren's words sounded like this...
"Stretch your neck over, and I'll make a cut. Don't dodge, because I still have to teach my disciple how to kill. So, don't avoid it."
Anyone with a little bit of common sense would never obediently expose their neck to be attacked, yet Number Two actually nodded!
If it were Xu Xiaoshou, he would use Vanishing Technique and disappear on the spot. He would be far away before the sword even came close...
Was Number Two brainless?
No!
The choice seemed obvious to others. Yet, he was the one under target. He had to bear more, and he had no confidence in escaping from Mei Siren's sword.
Xu Xiaoshou's throat tightened, and his lips became dry.
He glanced at Mei Siren, then looked at Xiaozun'an, who was wearing a serious expression and appeared eager to learn as he diligently explored the intricacies...
The difference was clear!
Why had he not noticed that this guy's impersonation was so weak before? He only had the form, not the essence!
"Xu Xiaoshou, watch closely. I'll demonstrate it only once," Mei Siren twirled the Taicheng Sword in his hand.
Xu Xiaoshou was already standing on the Way of the Sword Disc, ready to learn.
He noticed that Big Mouth Xiao, standing beside him, was even more serious than he was, to the extent that he forgot who he was currently impersonating.
This was the proud and arrogant individual, who since his youth, had held Mei Siren's sword in disdain.
Nonetheless, nobody was paying attention to this Eighth Sword Deity anymore.
Xiao Kongtong was learning, and even Huang Quan and Five Decays of Heaven and Man stared with bated breath.
Elder Han shivered, as if recalling the fear of being controlled by the "sword," scared out of his wits.
On Abyss Island, whether it was the Holy Sword Land of the Eastern Region or Spiritual Cultivators from other domains, almost everyone widened their eyes in anticipation.
Some had not even cleared away the threat of the distorted light, but upon hearing these words, anyone with a clear mind could not help but look up, showing their regard.
The Ancient Sword Technique, the second realm!
This was something rarely seen since the "fall" of that person, whose control over the realm was as fluid as water, continuously putting him ahead of his peers.
Number Two's eyes opened wide like full moons, intensely focused on what was about to be unveiled.
However, Mei Siren's Taicheng Sword remained still in his hand, while a melodious and crystal-clear sound of the Saint Language echoed, entwining around the listeners' ears like a resounding temple bell:
"The Nine Swords of Chaos, Supreme Heart Technique."
"In the realm of imagination, every illusion bows as a humble servant."
"Sinking in body and mind, burdened by scattered thoughts with no respite."
"One thought divine, another thought devoid of wisdom."
In an instant, everyone on Abyss Island was immersed in the world constructed by the Saint Language.
They saw nine rays of sword light leaping out from the infinite chaos, one of which slashed at the hearts and thoughts of humanity.
Countless gray plum blossoms fell from the sky, representing all the delusions each person had conceived throughout their lives, now becoming the constraints that bound them.
Humanity had become servants of their own thoughts, helplessly accepting these "limitations" as "rules," endlessly constructing layers upon layers of spiritual prisons, destined never to be liberated.
Plunging into the depths of this bitter sea, the Seven Emotions and Six Desires were merely demons disguised in benevolent attire, and all thoughts were essentially gray.
How could ordinary people, those not transcendent beings, see through the shiny facade and discern the dirty essence inside?
But within the Realm of The Mind and Spirit, everything was laid bare, exposed to everyone's gaze.
"Let it be destroyed!"
Everyone harbored hope, attempting to break these gray shackles and find liberation.
But how could they break free?
How could they be liberated?
"I know, I understand," at this moment, the pain of "I don't know, but I can enjoy it and die in blissful ignorance" was multiplied a thousandfold, ten thousandfold!
