“Obtaining the topmost degree of talent in sword arts in the world requires giving up 72 years of lifespan, which leaves you with only five more years of your life. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, and friendship, and you’ll end up leading a lonely life until your death, unable to procreate, or to have any descendants. “From now onwards, everything related to happiness in the human world shall no longer be of your concern. Are you willing to accept this?” “Hahahaha, I’m already alone bereft of all support, my hopes dashed to pieces, shouldering only absolutely irreconcilable grudge and hatred, why would I disagree? Why would I not want it? I couldn’t ask for anything better!!” His sword sweeps across the Divine Continent for seven days and nights, moving 90,000 miles through the starry skies, unhindered. He slays saints and buddhas in Heaven, slaughters demons and devils in Hell, sweeping away all the grievances in his heart!
Sword light filled up the sky and instantly encompassed all of True Lord Qingshan's martial will that was scattered out in the air.
The violent Thunder Calamity penetrated through the atmosphere and smashed into True Lord Qingshan's martial will like meteors raining down. The glow from each stream of martial will was instantly compressed, crushed, stirred up, and then eventually turned into countless light spots that scattered into the air.
"Fang Xingjian...
"I..."
The final bit of True Lord Qingshan's martial will gathered together with great difficulty, like tiny little bugs twisting and amassing together. The glow of his martial will was so weak that it was not even comparable to that of fireflies', and it formed True Lord Qingshan's face with much difficulty.
Right now, his eyes were completely filled with terror and regret. In the final moment of his life, True Lord Qingshan finally regained his senses as he no longer had his system.