Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 3279: A Sword Against The Celestial Tree

The Saintess blinked in surprise, sensing a sudden shift in his aura.

The determination in Lin Mu’s eyes was that of someone who had already accepted death.

She smiled faintly... a sad, knowing smile.

’Of course,’ she thought. ’A disciple of the Pillars of the Void must carry the will to defy the heavens themselves.’

”Very well,” she said, her hands rising. ”But you won’t have long.”

”Then let’s end this!” Lin Mu shouted.

The Saintess pressed her palms together, her celestial light intensifying until even the clouds turned azure.

”Celestial Sylph Arts: Chains of Sylphia!”

The winds screamed as her power took form. Vast tendrils of air twisted into colossal glowing chains, each link etched with runes of restraint and Celestial will. They shot forward, binding the entire Ephemera Tree from crown to root.

Every branch, every tendril, every writhing root was seized and compressed until even the tree’s distorted, mouthless form released an ear-piercing cry.

SCREEEEEEECCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The sound tore through the heavens, but the Saintess held firm.

”Now, Lin Mu!” she shouted.

Lin Mu turned to the Patriarch and the gathered cultivators.

”Everyone, fall back!” he ordered. ”I’ll handle the rest.”

Without another word, he rose into the sky, the Divine Sheath gripped tightly in his hand.

WOOSH!

The wind swirled violently around him as his Sword Heart ignited. A surge of Sword Intent burst from his body, vast and untamed, like a second sun appearing in the sky. It was greater than that of the Patriarch and Grand Elder combined.

The Sword Cradle Divine Sheath trembled in his grip. A pressure unlike anything felt before spread across the battlefield.

Lin Mu’s eyes glowed with silver light as he brought his index and middle fingers together in a sword gesture.

His voice was steady, resonant with divine authority.

”Sword... COME!”

He swiped his sword fingers across the sheath and then thrust them toward the bound Ephemera Tree.

SHING!

A sound split the heavens! The unmistakable sound of a blade being drawn.

The sheath in Lin Mu’s hand erupted with a blinding white radiance, and from within it, a colossal presence emerged.

The ground trembled. The sky itself cracked.

A wave of awe rippled through every soul present as a massive sword began to rise into existence.

”This... He’s summoning it?!” The Patriarch’s voice trembled with disbelief.

HONG LONG!

The air split apart as the sword took form; a blade stretching across the sky, twenty kilometers long and five hundred meters wide. Its edge shimmered like a mirror reflecting the stars, and its body was wrapped in runes that glowed with the brilliance of countless swords.

It was the Xian Sword Spirit!

And it was alive.

The Saintess gasped softly, her eyes widening. ”So that’s the true form... of the Xian Sword Spirit.”

Even her divine calm was broken by its majesty. The Sword cultivators below fell to their knees instinctively, some weeping, some laughing, their hearts overwhelmed by reverence. The air itself seemed to vibrate in harmony with the blade’s silent song.

The sword’s presence eclipsed the heavens.

Its mere existence felt eternal... a manifestation of every sword that had ever been forged, every blade that had ever been swung in devotion to the Dao of the Sword.

The Ephemera Tree, bound by the Saintess’s chains, began to shake violently. It could feel fear. The violet aura that once pulsed with arrogance now flickered weakly, like a candle before a storm.

The Tree tried to move, to burrow, to flee... but the chains held.

Then, without warning, the Xian Sword Spirit moved.

SLASH!

A light faster than sound erupted. For an instant, the world went silent... utterly still, before time seemed to resume in slow motion.

The sword had vanished from one point in the sky and reappeared behind the Ephemera Tree.

No one had even seen it move.

”This...” The Patriarch’s words trailed off, his eyes wide in disbelief.

SHING. SHING. SHING. SHING.

The next moment, the tree began to split.

Not once, but endlessly... two, four, eight, sixteen... its enormous body fracturing again and again in an impossible cascade of cuts. The Sword Spirit had cleaved it into millions of fragments, each slice perfect, each movement divine.

HUMMMMMM.

The Xian Sword Spirit released a deep, resonant hum that rippled through the heavens and into every soul below. The Sword Intent contained within each fragment of the tree flared to life... then detonated.

KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

A blinding storm of light erupted. The explosion shook the very fabric of the world, cracks appearing in the space itself and for a moment, the Silent Lotus World looked as though it had turned into a sea of stars.

Each fragment of the Ephemera Tree became a beacon of brilliant light before disintegrating completely.

When the storm of radiance subsided, only Lin Mu and the Xian Sword Spirit remained, a man and a blade against the fading light of destruction.

The sword floated beside him, its immense body gleaming faintly. Lin Mu extended his hand, resting it against the blade. A faint smile crossed his lips.

’So strong... No wonder it was confident,’ he thought.

The Sword Spirit hummed softly, as though acknowledging his resolve, before dissolving into a stream of light and returning to the Sword Cradle Divine Sheath.

At once, Lin Mu’s Sword Intent faded. The glow around him dimmed. His vision blurred as exhaustion struck him like a hammer.

He began to fall.

”Lin Mu!”

The Saintess reacted instantly.

With a sweep of her hand, she summoned a bed of soft clouds that caught him before he hit the ground. Celestial runes spun around her hands as she used the last few drops of her qi to conjure a dome of healing light over him.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

The Patriarch and other Transcendents rushed forward, their faces pale.

”This child...” the Patriarch murmured, his voice shaking with emotion. ”He summoned the Xian Sword Spirit. The price will be immense.”

He clenched his fists, grief and pride warring within him.

”Amitabha,” the Abbot said solemnly, gazing upon Lin Mu’s unconscious form. ”The child has done what none of us could. He has saved not just us, but perhaps the entire world.”

”Will he survive?” the Grand Elder asked.

”I’ll make sure of it,” the Saintess said firmly. Her voice softened as she looked at Lin Mu’s pale face.

With a gentle motion, she summoned Xiao Yin and Xiao Yang to her side. Then, turning into a radiant streak of light, she soared into the distant sky toward the northeast, carrying Lin Mu away.

Behind her, the remnants of the Ephemera Tree faded into dust.

The Patriarch, the elders, and the surviving cultivators stood in silence, their hearts heavy yet filled with awe.

The battle had ended, but none would forget what they had witnessed... the day the Xian Sword Spirit awakened and a single man’s will carved peace into the heavens themselves.