#470 - Dream Fairy
“Boom!!!!!”
The setting moon and myriad stars hung low, as a shocking wave surged from the horizon.
As a sword aura, radiating silver light, fell from the dark moon with a momentum that swept across thousands of troops, a golden dragon's head also smashed into the military formation, violently blasting dozens of stunned soldiers away.
Although he had killed dozens more with a single move, Wei Changtian did not continue to "expand his gains," but instead stood there abruptly, frozen in place.
Including the tens of thousands in front of him, everyone simultaneously held their breath, blankly looking up at the sword aura that resembled a tidal wave, their eyes filled with incomparable horror and trembling.
Because within this sword aura, they could clearly feel an ancient and vast order, a desolate and distant majesty.
To put it more exaggeratedly.
This seemed like a sword strike from a god.
Shouldering a round moon, his body shines in all directions.
The Moon-Carrying Sword.
Wei Changtian recognized what this move was the instant he saw the sword aura.
After breaking through the Third Rank, his perception of "momentum" became even more acute, so he immediately felt the majestic aura contained within this move, unique to the Moon-Carrying Sword.
So... it's Qin Zhengqiu?!
If Old Zhangtou hadn't lied to him, then there were only three people in the world who knew the Moon-Carrying Sword.
And unless Old Zhangtou returned to his peak Second Rank, it would be impossible for him to unleash such a powerful move.
Therefore, in Wei Changtian's view, this person could only be Qin Zhengqiu.
However, even if it was Qin Zhengqiu, everything before him was still too unbelievable.
Back in Fengyuan, Wei Changtian had personally witnessed Qin Zhengqiu using Old Zhangtou's longsword to unleash that almost perfect Moon-Carrying Sword technique.
Logically speaking, that should have been the maximum power of the Moon-Carrying Sword.
But looking at it now, the power of that sword strike back then was not even half as strong as this one.
Although there was no evidence, Wei Changtian had an incredibly certain feeling—
With just this one sword strike, no one below the First Rank could withstand it.
No, it wasn't just a matter of whether they could withstand it.
It should be said that apart from the two possibly existing First Rank experts and the True Immortal mentioned by the remnant soul of the Xuantian Sword, no one in the world could survive this sword strike.
Could this be the true power of a "Celestial-grade" martial technique as rated by the system?
But why was Qin Zhengqiu able to unleash it?
It had only been three months since their separation in Fengyuan. In such a short time, had Qin Zhengqiu already trained the Moon-Carrying Sword from the "Proficient Realm" to the "Great Perfection Realm"?
You had to know that Old Zhangtou's talent in swordsmanship was already top-notch, but this process had taken him ten years.
So, why did Qin Zhengqiu only take three months to do it?
What did he do during these three months? And why hadn't he shown his face despite already achieving "great success in his divine skill"?
More importantly... was he still the same person?
“. . . ”
碎石崩飞，身形急速倒退。
Wei Changtian clenched the Qingjue Jade Pendant tightly and flashed backward, while simultaneously looking past the "moonlight" to search for something in the sky.
However, the night sky was empty, and no one appeared.
“Grandpa!!!”
After hesitating for a moment, Wei Changtian suddenly shouted towards the vast night sky above his head.
The moonlight remained, and the sparse Milky Way stretched across the sky.
As expected, he received no response.
But whether it was an illusion or not, the speed of the sword aura seemed to have suddenly increased.
Then, accompanied by the echo of Wei Changtian's voice, it fell from the sky, like a terrifying wave engulfing countless humble and bewildered ants from west to east.
It was difficult to describe such a sword strike in words.
If one had to say something, perhaps a few overused lines of poetry from his previous life could barely express one ten-thousandth of the shock.
The sound of drums and horns reveals the coldness of a grand aura, the wind and waves stir the autumn of the sea and mountains.
Three thousand guests are drunk with flowers in the hall, a sword's frost chills fourteen prefectures.
This sword can flatten mountains and seas, and can withstand a million soldiers.
“. . . ”
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
The subtle sound of jade breaking rang out almost simultaneously on the mountain and below, and then two balls of green light flashed and disappeared.
The Qingjue Jade Pendants, triggered one after another, instantly teleported Wei Changtian and Xu Sui Sui to unknown locations.
And just before the teleportation, a voice rang out in their minds.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully plundering some of the luck of the Child of Destiny "Ning Yongnian", reward system points: 150]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully changing part of the plot, reward system points: 500]
[. . . ]
“. . . ”
“Run! Run! Run!!!”
A full dozen breaths later, chaotic and terrified shouts finally rang out belatedly.
Although, including those killed by Wei Changtian earlier, the Zhenshan Camp had only lost less than four thousand men in total, accounting for about one-tenth of the total number of people.
But looking at the "vacuum zone" of more than a hundred zhang in front of them, probably no one could remain calm at this time.
What pursuit of rebels, what meritorious service and killing enemies had all been thrown to the back of their minds.
With the main general already dead in battle, all the remaining soldiers of the Zhenshan Camp had only one thing on their minds at this time—
That was to escape for their lives as quickly as possible.
For a time, the crowd surged backward recklessly, even faster than when they came.
And they were only concerned with fleeing for their lives in a panic, so naturally they did not notice the black shadow slowly falling from mid-air in the distance.
“Whoosh!”
The night wind, mixed with the smell of blood, stirred the black robe, causing it to flutter loudly.
It was Qin Zhengqiu, whom Wei Changtian had just failed to find.
A Moon-Carrying Sword with "indiscriminate firepower coverage" had actually "killed" his own grandson as well. According to common sense, this should have been caused by his inability to fully control this move.
However, if Wei Changtian was still "alive" now and saw Qin Zhengqiu's expression at this moment, he might have another guess in his heart.
His maternal grandfather... was perhaps doing it on purpose.
“. . . ”
Fresh blood had covered the yellow earth, and broken limbs and shattered armor were everywhere.
Qin Zhengqiu walked step by step through the blood, expressionless, and then stopped at the place where Wei Changtian had disappeared.
He looked around, then silently retracted his gaze.
Half-white hair covered most of his face, but it could not hide the struggling and painful look in his eyes.
“Grandson, grandson...”
Suddenly, a somewhat hoarse voice echoed in the night sky.
Within a few hundred zhang around him, there was not a single living person besides Qin Zhengqiu, so this sentence could only have come from him.
But if combined with his actions and demeanor at this time, this call seemed somewhat out of place, as if there were two completely different souls within this body.
In his previous life, this would undoubtedly be a typical case of "schizophrenia."
And in this era, it was generally referred to as "going astray."
Although Old Zhangtou had once advised him "never to mistake illusions for reality," Qin Zhengqiu seemed not to have listened.
And judging from the power of the Moon-Carrying Sword just now, he should already be very, very close to the First Rank.
However, the current "Qin Zhengqiu" was no longer satisfied with breaking through to the First Rank.
What he truly wanted was to ascend to immortality.
This was not wishful thinking, because he had already found a way to "become an immortal."
“Swish!”
As if in the blink of an eye, the black shadow disappeared from the spot.
The bright moon in the sky had returned to normal, and the moonlight shone on the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, adding a layer of desolate and absurd softness to this scene like purgatory.
The ashes of calamity have flown away, ancient and modern affairs, how many eminent people dream of immortality.
