Chapter 1325
Ye Yu returned to the Divine Alliance’s Library Pavilion.
He remembered seeing a record here about the Shadowless Sword Slash.
Because it wasn’t a cultivation method, he hadn’t paid it much mind back then.
But things were different now—he was cursed. Naturally, he had to read how the Demon God forebears described this divine art.
Know yourself and know your enemy, and you’ll never lose a hundred battles.
Very quickly, Ye Yu found the record on the Shadowless Sword Slash.
It clearly described the reactions after being cursed.
They were exactly the same as his current state.
He read on. The book contained only one line in large script:
Shadowless Sword Slash is impossible to guard against, vicious beyond measure. To those marked by it, there is no life in ten—only death.
Below that line came a dense spray of tiny notes:
That fierce? I don’t buy it! I’ll test how strong this technique really is!
Mm. It’s strong. I concede. Looks like I’m about to end up on the slab this time.
Trash. How can we Demon Gods submit so easily? It’s written up like some bogeyman—I still don’t believe it!
I yield, I yield. Shadowless Sword Slash truly has no solution. I advise all our kin: do not try it lightly—it will cost you your life.
Heh, a pair of losers. If you don’t have the strength, stop embarrassing yourselves. Shadowless Sword Slash, my ass—I’m going to see what it really is!
...
The last dozen pages of the book were nothing but messages from Demon God powerhouses.
Ye Yu read with a head full of black lines, utterly speechless.
They’d built quite the towering comment thread, each and every one radiating that “my fate is mine, not heaven’s” energy.
Yet without exception, every one of those Demon Gods was stone-cold dead.
Truth be told, more than half of these fallen experts were the type who refused to believe in evil.
If they’d curbed the urge to compare themselves, they would have killed a lot fewer people.
When it comes to hard-headedness, the Demon Gods dominate that track; nobody else even comes close.
After a couple of quiet grumbles, Ye Yu didn’t dare waste more time and moved to toss the book aside.
He had only two days left.
He couldn’t afford to waste a moment.
He had to find a way to break the curse—that was what mattered.
However, when he flung the book away, a slip of paper tucked in the back fell out.
Ye Yu stepped forward and unfolded it. It was packed with more than a thousand words.
The first half described the Shadowless Sword Slash—with detail far beyond any earlier account.
The latter half recorded the writer’s take on the divine art.
During the battles at Ancient Sword Gorge, many Demon God powerhouses fell to this single move.
So he had studied it carefully for a long time, hoping to save more of their people.
Unfortunately, after years of research, he concluded:
This technique truly deserves the altar.
It does have many limits—such as being unusable against someone stronger than the caster, and needing a hundred breaths to brew, and so on.
But once it succeeds, unless the caster personally takes it back, death is a certainty.
It uses the enemy’s own divine power to nourish the killing sword, burying it beneath the divine soul where it cannot be extracted.
No matter how you look at it, the technique is near perfect.
Yet since ancient times, if it is a divine art, it must have a flaw.
Perhaps behind perfection lies the largest crack of all?
Later, I proposed an approach. I failed in my experiments.
Even so, I still believe the method has extremely high feasibility.
The reason for failure was the subject I chose—not good enough, not strong enough.
If someone in later generations has the confidence, try my method. Perhaps a miracle will occur.
Ye Yu read on, eyes slowly widening.
Two days passed in the ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) blink of an eye.
Liu Yuenong searched the entire God Realm and still didn’t see Zhu Zangwen.
She knew full well that this skinflint Zhu had gone to ground.
Otherwise he wouldn’t have vanished so completely.
Anxious to the point of burning, she also blamed herself bitterly.
If she hadn’t sent Ye Yu and Luo Shu a million li away back then, maybe none of this would have happened.
If Ye Yu truly fell because of it,
she would die of guilt.
With nothing to show on her side, she could only pin her hopes on Heng Xuanzhen, hoping that woman could bring back good news.
A few breaths later,
Heng Xuanzhen’s figure appeared at the rendezvous.
This was the place they had agreed upon yesterday.
Whether or not they found Zhu Zangwen, they had to meet here.
Liu Yuenong looked to Heng Xuanzhen with all her hopes, but the gravity in the latter’s face said it all.
She hadn’t found Zhu Zangwen either.
Liu Yuenong gave a bitter smile. “So... we failed after all?”
Heng Xuanzhen couldn’t help clenching her fists.
Two days had slipped by, and they still hadn’t found Zhu Zangwen. That meant Ye Yu was as good as dead.
The thought of that man falling made her heart feel like it was being cut to pieces.
After much inner struggle, Heng Xuanzhen spoke in a low voice: “Where is Ye Yu? Can you let me see him once more? Just... once.”
In that moment, she lowered herself as far as she could.
It was almost a plea.
It also tacitly acknowledged Liu Yuenong’s place as principal consort.
If this had been earlier,
Liu Yuenong would have been delighted.
But now—what did being principal consort even change?
She heaved a long sigh, then led Heng Xuanzhen into the Tongtian Pavilion.
In the empty Divine Alliance, they soon saw Luo Shu standing guard at the Library Pavilion’s doors.
They headed straight over.
“Great Sage, is Ye Yu inside?”
Luo Shu nodded, eyes full of reluctant sorrow.
They bickered often in daily life, but wasn’t that just another form of friendship?
In Luo Shu’s heart, he had long since recognized Ye Yu.
Whether as master of the Divine Alliance under the Tongtian Pavilion, or as the dao partner of his junior nephew—it was all acceptable.
But fate had thrown this mess in their path.
Luo Shu truly didn’t want to watch Ye Yu die like this.
Yet there was nothing he could do.
Even at his peak, he couldn’t undo the mark of the Shadowless Sword Slash—let alone now.
So Luo Shu could only pin his hopes on Liu Yuenong.
But when he saw the dimness in Liu Yuenong’s and Heng Xuanzhen’s eyes, he already understood everything.
He rose slowly and stepped aside to clear a path.
“That kid Ye Yu learned about the Shadowless Sword Slash. He’s been in the Library Pavilion for two days, trying to find a way to break it.
“But that sword seal can’t be erased... This morning, I already heard the sound of a sword ringing.”
Liu Yuenong and Heng Xuanzhen turned deathly pale.