boyutpedia Chapter 379 My Name is the Mortal Sword Immortal!!! (Page 12)
Chapter 379 My Name is the Mortal Sword Immortal!!! (Page 12)
The straight sword in Cao Yuan's hand trembled violently, and the black flames surging on the blade transformed into nine ferocious dragons, swirling and roaring around him.
"Teacher, this time it's our turn to protect you!" His voice was hoarse like sandpaper, his eyes were bloodshot, yet they shone with a determined light.
An Qingyu pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses with her slender fingers, her gaze behind the lenses as cold as a blade.
"Just three gods," his voice was eerily calm, countless tiny runes flowing between his fingertips, "Has Zhang Yun killed few gods already?"
The cyan air waves that danced at Shen Qingzhu's fingertips suddenly surged, transforming into a giant cyan lotus that bloomed beneath his feet.
"Teacher, you should rest," he said with a cold smile, countless sword shadows faintly visible rising and falling within the blue flames.
"Leave this to us." As he spoke, the air within a hundred miles suddenly became sharp, every wisp of air transforming into sword energy.
Lin Qiye, Zhang Yun, Cao Yuan, Jiang Er, Baili Pangpang, Jialan... The eight of them stood in a mysterious formation, each with their backs straight and their eyes burning with the same determination.
Their auras intertwined, forming an invisible net in the air that firmly locked the three deities in place.
Zhou Ping looked at them, his almost transparent body trembling slightly.
He wanted to say something, but found his throat choked and he couldn't make a sound.
These boys who once needed his protection,
Now grown into a powerful figure capable of standing alone—Lin Qiye's eyes gleamed with golden light, a blood-red cloak appeared behind Zhang Yun, and a golden array surrounded Baili Pangpang...
And their first thought was to rescue their useless teacher...
"You..." Zhou Ping's voice was hoarse beyond recognition, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the depths of his soul.
"They've all grown up..." This sentence contains so many unspeakable emotions: joy, pride, and a deep sense of reluctance to part.
Lin Qiye stepped forward, his straight sword pointing at the three gods with a clang, the tip of the blade emitting a dazzling golden light.
"Whoever injured my teacher," his voice was icy cold, and his vertical pupil between his brows was fully open.
"Even gods will be punished!" As he spoke, countless golden lights suddenly appeared in the sky, each aimed at the three gods' vital points.
The eight people unleashed their power simultaneously, and eight distinct yet equally powerful auras soared into the sky.
Lin Qiye's golden light, Zhang Yun's blood-red color, Cao Yuan's black flames, An Qingyu's ice blades, Shen Qingzhu's blue lotus, Jiang Er's electromagnetic field, Baili Pangpang's grand formation, and Jialan's immortality.
Eight forces intertwined in the air, forming a huge Bagua diagram that completely sealed off the space within a ten-mile radius.
The wind god Xiu's six wings fluttered uneasily, and the runes on his newly grown feathers flickered uncertainly; the sand god Set's scepter trembled slightly, and the lava in his eyeballs showed signs of solidification.
The eighteen chains of Amun made a grating scraping sound, and the human face that made up the body showed a look of terror.
For the first time, the three gods felt true fear—not fear of power, but fear of the resolute, all-or-nothing determination in the eyes of these humans.
Zhou Ping gazed at his disciples' upright backs, his vision gradually blurring.
A single, glistening tear slid down his cheek, leaving a shimmering trail as it faded.
The moment that tear fell,
A crisp "snap" sound suddenly came from his body—the sound was not loud, but it seemed to resound throughout the entire world. It was the sound of the invisible shackles that had bound humanity for hundreds of years being broken!
An unprecedented burning sensation erupted from the pure, crystal-clear heart in his chest.
That heart, as pure as crystal, now shone with dazzling light, as pure as the rising sun, warm but not blinding.
Zhou Ping's almost transparent body solidified again at a speed visible to the naked eye, every inch of his skin shimmering with a jade-like luster.
His robes moved without wind.
A dazzling sword light burst forth from his body, the light so tangible that it formed countless tiny vortexes of sword energy around him.
The most astonishing change occurred in his eyes—his originally jet-black pupils now shone with a silvery-white light, and it seemed as if thousands of sword shadows were flowing within them.
When he looked up at the sky, his gaze pierced through the thick fog and reached the depths of the vast starry sky.
There, countless chains of laws crisscrossed like a spider web, each exuding an ancient and powerful aura.
Zhou Ping's gaze swept over these laws, only to find that each one was occupied by a different divine mark—some chains were wrapped in lightning, some flowed with lava, and some were covered with eye-shaped runes...
In this vast starry sky, not a single trace of human laws could be found.
"Hahaha!" Fengshen Xiu suddenly let out a piercing laugh, and the curse runes on his six wings flashed wildly.
Its laughter was full of sarcasm:
"So what if you become a god?" One of its feathers fell and transformed into a giant mirror in the air, reflecting the network of laws in the starry sky. "Look, the laws have been filled by the gods; there is no place for you humans to stand!"
The god of the yellow sand, Set, slammed his scepter heavily into the void, and scorching sand spewed from the eyeball at the top of the scepter.
Its sound distorted the air like a heatwave in the desert:
"Ants are ants after all," it deliberately slowed its pace, each word as sharp as a knife, "Even the laws of the world are subject to others! Look at your pitiful history, when have you not knelt and begged the gods for power?"
The countless faces on the body of the god Amun twisted simultaneously, revealing ferocious expressions.
The eighteen chains clanged against each other, producing a chilling metallic scraping sound:
“You lowly humans,” every face opened its mouth, its voices rising and falling in layers, “do you even deserve to possess the laws? You are not even qualified to be servants of the gods!”
The mockery of the three gods echoed between heaven and earth, even the air itself trembled.
But Zhou Ping just stood there quietly, his silvery-white eyes reflecting the starry sky.
His fingers gently traced the blade.
The blade emitted a clear, melodious hum, as if responding to its master's thoughts.
Amidst the harsh laughter, Zhou Ping slowly raised the cracked longsword.
His movements were slow, as if he were holding up the weight of the entire world.
Where the sword tip pointed, the void began to twist and deform, with countless tiny black cracks appearing, like a shattered mirror.
“Since that’s the case…” His voice was soft, but it brought the three gods’ shrill laughter to an abrupt halt.
The six wings of the wind god Xiu suddenly froze in mid-air, the eyeballs on the staff of the sand god Sai stopped moving, and the face on the chains of the god Amon simultaneously froze.
Suddenly, a light brighter than the sun burst forth from the sword.
The light was not a blinding white light, but a pure, clear, glassy color, as transparent as the morning sun piercing through crystal.
In the light, every crack on the sword became a pattern of light, as if the sword itself was forged from light.
“Then I will do it for humanity…” Zhou Ping’s voice remained calm, but every word carried immense weight.
As he spoke, the light on the sword grew brighter and brighter, eventually transforming into a pillar of light several meters in diameter that shot straight into the sky.
A beam of sword light shot into the sky, tearing through the thick fog, piercing the dark clouds that shrouded the city, and pointing straight to the depths of the heavens.
Wherever this sword light passed, even space itself was distorted, forming a straight channel of light.
"To open up a new path!" Zhou Ping's final words were like a thunderclap.
His feet slowly left the ground, and his whole body rose into the sky along with the sword light.
His robes fluttered in the wind, and his black hair danced in the light; at this moment, he was like a peerless divine sword drawn from its sheath.
Wherever the sword light passed, the chains of laws in the starry sky all gave way.
Those ancient laws that represented the authority of the gods seemed to retreat in fear of this newborn power.
The Law of Thunder flickered and retreated, the Law of Flame swayed and made way, and even the Law of Death trembled.
At the edge of that vast starry sky, a slender yet resilient law of new life is slowly taking shape.
It is completely transparent, like the purest crystal, yet countless tiny sword shadows flow within it.
This is the first light of law belonging to humanity, fragile yet full of infinite possibilities, just like humanity itself.
Zhou Ping hovered high in the sky, his silvery-white eyes reflecting this new law.
An unprecedented resolve surged within him—he was Zhou Ping, the boy who had been bullied since childhood yet still maintained a pure heart, the sword saint who embarked on the path of the sword to protect others!
"Since there are no laws governing humanity in this world," he said, gripping his sword with both hands, his voice calm yet awe-inspiring, "then let me create a law for humanity!"
Where the sword tip pointed, the void shattered, revealing a chaotic primordial space.
"To provide a safe haven for humanity!!!"
This shout seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
A subtle yet dazzling sword light burst forth from his heart, merging with the sword light in his hand and shooting straight into the sky!
Deep within the starry sky, the newly formed chain of laws suddenly burst forth with dazzling light.
It began to extend on its own, gradually becoming as tough as steel from its initial thinness, like a hair.
Countless ancient sword techniques emerged from the surface of the chains, each representing humanity's yearning for freedom and its struggle against fate.
"My law is the sword!"
Zhou Ping's voice echoed between heaven and earth.
"The Laws of the Sword!!!"
With this announcement, the new laws were completely stabilized and secured a place among the myriad divine laws.
Although small, it exudes an undeniable sharpness, like a drawn sword, silently hanging in the starry sky.
Three gods hovered in the air in terror, their enormous bodies twisted and deformed with fear.
The wind god Xiu's six wings flapped wildly, and the curse runes on each feather began to peel off uncontrollably, turning into a rain of eerie green fire in the air.
Its face, shaped like a hurricane, twisted and shrieked:
"Impossible! How could mere humans possibly create laws?!" For the first time, a tremor appeared in the voice that a god should not have, and the once orderly runes scattered and fled like startled birds.
The body of Set, the god of the yellow sand, began to collapse, and countless grains of sand peeled off its massive body.
Its eyeball at the top of the scepter was bloodshot, and its pupil had shrunk to the size of a pinhead.
Its voice was distorted with anger.
"How can humans legislate their own laws?!"
With its roar, the eyeballs on the scepter suddenly burst, spewing out a foul-smelling black liquid. The liquid transformed into countless struggling black figures in the air, which were quickly purified by the light of the newborn laws.
The eighteen chains of Amun broke one by one, and with each broken chain, a piece of the painful human face that made up his body was removed.
Those faces emitted piercing screams:
"Blasphemy! This is blasphemy against the gods!" But its voice was quickly drowned out by the cacophony of sword cries.
The broken chains twisted and struggled in the air, like severed venomous snakes, before finally turning into black smoke and dissipating.
Zhou Ping stood in mid-air, looking down at the three deities.
The longsword in his hand emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, a sound like the cry of a phoenix in the heavens, piercing through layers of spatial barriers and echoing throughout the myriad realms.
The light of the Law of Rebirth fell upon him like flowing water, coating him with a sacred yet down-to-earth radiance.