# Chapter 1138: Void Conversation
Jian Wubei cast one last glance at the Sword Grave, only to see the old man who swept the place picking up his broom and beginning to clean. Perhaps, to him, the emergence of the Skyless Sword was nothing out of the ordinary.
His body trembled slightly. In the end, Jian Wubei also departed together with the elders of the various families, a sense of desolation weighing heavily in his heart. Such a vast Sword Pavilion, yet all its hopes were placed upon a single sword. Even if it was the ancestral sword, it was still just a sword. Was there truly no one within the Sword Pavilion itself who could rise to prominence?
After everyone had left, the old man with the broom continued sweeping slowly, entering the Sword Grave. At the same time, the gates of the Sword Grave slowly closed.
Within the sealed Sword Grave, only the old man remained. He set down his broom, then sat down, speaking to the empty space: "There's no one left now. You can show yourself."
"If you know in your heart, why must you appear?" A voice emerged from the void. The old man was not surprised, for this person had already spoken with him before.
"What is your relationship with that young man, and why did you want me to help him?" the old man asked again.
"What I am to him is not important. But there is cause and effect. Today, you plant a good cause with him. In the future, when the Skyless Sword returns, perhaps it will bring back a supreme powerhouse who can help resolve your difficulties. Why not do it? Besides, didn't you also see something in him, which is why you were willing to bet on the Skyless Sword?"
The voice from the void was ethereal and boundless, impossible to trace to its source, echoing within the Sword Grave.
"It's not really a bet. The Skyless Sword remaining in the Sword Grave would not fulfill its purpose anyway. I have a rather good impression of that young man. Giving it to him is no harm. Let's just call it as you said—planting a good karmic connection. Besides, the moment the sword began to devour him, your aura appeared. If I hadn't stopped it, you would have acted. I don't wish for the Sword Pavilion to offend an existence like you."
The old man remained seated, as if engaged in an ordinary conversation. He didn't even know who he was talking to.
"Farewell!" A voice was uttered, and wisps of aura dissipated into nothingness. In the void, there was no longer any trace of abnormality. The old man knew that person had already left.
Slowly rising, the old man hunched his back like an invalid, picked up his broom, and continued sweeping the Sword Grave, clearing away the fragments torn apart by sword qi.
The relocated Sword Grave was quiet and peaceful. Everything had returned to its former calm. But the old man knew that after that sword left, the Sword Pavilion's attention to the Sword Grave would greatly diminish. From now on, it would be even more tranquil.
At this moment, in Sword City, at the place where Lin Feng and Xue Biyao had fought a few days ago, countless people still gathered. Within a radius of a hundred miles, all were figures of powerful cultivators.
Night fell, another dark night. Like that day, moonlight spilled down upon this region. However, the moonlight was not so brilliant now, obscured by another radiance that dimmed the moon's splendor.
A dazzling holy immortal light surged toward the heavens, illuminating all directions. Though powerful cultivators had deliberately sealed it, it could not be completely concealed. The holy immortal light had persisted for several days now, causing the vast Sword City to boil over, attracting countless powerful cultivators from who knows where.
This dazzling holy immortal light was all born from a single person. That figure now stood upon the ground, clad in white robes purer than snow, surrounded by a halo of light—the radiance of an immortal, true holy immortal light. This figure was no mortal woman but a celestial fairy descended to the mortal world.
The people of the Sky Dome Immortal Palace had not left. They gathered together. The Holy Maiden Xue Biyao was called the Snow Fairy Maiden, but now, the immortal light upon her seemed no longer so dazzling, as if someone was gradually replacing her. Beneath the radiance of that peerlessly enchanting figure bathed in immortal light, the world itself seemed to lose its luster, and people were no exception. Even the Holy Maiden, the Snow Fairy Maiden, no longer shone as brightly as before.
"Even if the Creation Saint Pill is a top-grade sacred pill, it shouldn't have such momentum," Xue Biyao murmured softly. The holy immortal light had persisted for several days, surpassing the effects of the Creation Saint Pill.
"There is a mysterious power within her that was stimulated by the Creation Saint Pill. Using the pill's power, it continuously merges into her body, allowing her to absorb and grow stronger," said an elder beside Xue Biyao. Xue Biyao nodded slightly; she had thought the same.
"That mysterious power is far too formidable," Xue Biyao muttered to herself.
"Demonic beasts are different from humans. Humans need to grow step by step, constantly strengthening themselves, relying on talent, perseverance, and comprehension. But for demonic beasts, talent is far too important. When their talent is stimulated, they will grow involuntarily. Moreover, as their level increases, they might even birth powers bestowed by heaven and earth. There is no such thing as unstable cultivation realms, especially for some royal clans of the demon realm," said the powerful cultivator from the Sky Dome Immortal Palace, a hint of heat in his eyes. Xue Linglong, the Snow Immortal, the king of the Snow Clan. In the Eight Wastelands Realm, there was no trace of the Snow Clan.
"Seize her," said a young man from the Sky Dome Immortal Palace coldly, his greed even more intense. Such a beautiful demonic beast, even if it were an ordinary demon, would still drive people mad.
"I think we're not the only ones who want to seize her."
At this moment, in the shadows, countless powerful cultivators coveted her. Xue Linglong's identity had been recognized by many Venerable Martial cultivators. After all, over these past few days, the holy immortal light at the border between Sword City and the City of Fate had been too intense, causing a huge commotion.
If not for the many powerful cultivators of the Heavenly Terrace guarding around that peerlessly enchanting figure, everyone would have already made their move. Now, the holy immortal light seemed to be gradually thinning. The medicinal power of the Creation Saint Pill was about to be exhausted. A heavenly demonic beast had actually consumed all the medicinal power of the Creation Saint Pill, showing how terrifying the potential unearthed within her was.
Time passed bit by bit. The light grew increasingly faint. At this moment, black-clad figures approached, their intentions very clear. However, to avoid offending the Heavenly Terrace or being recognized, these shadowy figures completely concealed themselves in darkness.
"Someone has made a move."
The distant crowd was startled. Then, they discovered that many black-clad figures had appeared out of nowhere, completely concealing themselves.
"It seems they were all prepared in advance." The Heavenly Martial cultivators in the distance could not act; they could only watch. Among the Heavenly Terrace's people were several terrifying individuals. If they went up, even the residual might could annihilate them. Heavenly Martial cultivators did not even have the qualification to participate in such an occasion.
"Whoosh..." Figures flickered out one after another, all concealing their faces, making it impossible to tell who was who.
The expressions of the Heavenly Terrace's powerful cultivators stiffened slightly. They had not anticipated that Meng Qing would continue absorbing the sacred pill's power here, forcing them to guard by her side. Now, these restless people could no longer hold back.
"Boom!" The void trembled. A terrifying great handprint suddenly blasted out. Finally, someone made the first move.
In an instant, terrifying auras erupted wildly. With someone taking the lead, all those with covetous hearts immediately flickered into motion, their target straight for Meng Qing. Whether it was Meng Qing's beauty or her identity, both were enough to make their hearts pound.
"The monk will have to kill again," the Ascetic Monk intoned a Buddhist chant. His hands clasped together, and in the void, a massive golden Buddha statue condensed, solemn and dignified: "Buddha delivers all beings!"
In an instant, the power of Buddhist Dao bloomed. At this moment, a subtle emotion arose in the hearts of the crowd. They felt bathed in Buddha light, warm, as if they should not be stained with bloodshed. The aura on their bodies seemed to be weakening.
"I'll send you all to the afterlife. Kill without mercy!" The Ascetic Monk uttered a single word. The power of Metal Essence bloomed simultaneously. The Buddha light transformed into indestructible golden blades, instantly burying low-rank Venerable Martial cultivators.
"Rumble!" From all directions, battle erupted completely in an instant. At the same time, from the distant void, streaks of dazzling sword light shot forth. This time, the Sword Pavilion had followed the Skyless Sword out for the first time. Thus, they had brought almost the strongest existences of the Sword Pavilion—the core of the older generation of Sword Pavilion cultivators who had orchestrated the plan to make Lin Feng a sword slave!