# 1822
Chapter 1822: Sword
Just as Master Chen was in a daze, Wu Quan's voice suddenly rang out!
"Look outside!"
Everyone turned toward the window, first stunned, then shocked as their mouths gradually fell open…
A droplet of water gliding through the air suddenly split in two from its center, the cut smooth and flat, as if sliced by an invisible sword. In an extremely short span of time, it split once more!
Two sections, four sections, eight sections, sixteen sections…
In the time it took everyone to blink, a single droplet had shattered into a faint mist.
Another blink later,
This sea area… had vanished.
The sea hadn't disappeared. Rather, every single droplet of water had been cleaved into mist in that instant!
At the same time, just a few kilometers from the carriage, three massive Cthulhu Faction deities suddenly froze in place, then—just like this sea area—began to dissolve into thin mist that gradually drifted away. The difference was that the mist from the sea was white, while the mist they became was crimson.
Soundless, invisible,
Three Cthulhu Faction deities capable of overwhelming several Chief God-level beings were completely erased from this world.
Endless white fog blanketed the world as the carriage silently traversed the void toward some unknown destination. Outside the carriage, it seemed as though only boundless emptiness and deathly silence remained.
"Wh-what just happened??"
A member of the 【Phoenix】 squad stared blankly at the misty water world beyond the window, puzzled.
Guan Zai's eyes remained fixed on a certain point in the mist for a long while before he murmured:
"A sword… it's him? Has he emerged from seclusion?"
"A sword? Where's the sword?" Not only that squad member, but even Chen Han—who had already ascended to Human Apex—frowned and asked.
Guan Zai pointed downward, his expression complex:
"We're… inside it…"
"This is…"
The Seraph Lin Qiye flapped his wings, standing stunned in this endless water mist for a long moment before suddenly coming to his senses. He turned sharply toward the direction of Great Xia!
"A sword… it's Master?!"
The three Cthulhu Faction deities pursuing the carriage had already been reduced to blood mist, drifting away without a trace. The remaining six Cthulhu Faction deities seemed to have been terrified by something, quickly vanishing into the white fog and disappearing from sight.
The Seraph Lin Qiye made no move to pursue them. Instead, he flapped his wings and rapidly flew upward.
His figure passed through the atmosphere, yet still couldn't break free from this endless water mist. He climbed higher and higher until he escaped the shackles of gravity and reached outer space—only then did the drifting mist vanish.
The Seraph Lin Qiye looked down, his pupils slightly contracting…
On the gray surface of the Earth, a single sword scar was deeply seared into the ocean. All the seawater along this sword's path had been cleaved into mist. This fog was like the blood flowing from the ocean's wound, continuously drifting toward space.
The endpoint of this sword scar was the battlefield where the carriage had been pursued, while the origin point faced the direction of Great Xia.
The Seraph Lin Qiye gazed at this sword wound that had "injured the ocean," and unprecedented shock appeared in his eyes. Never in his life had he witnessed such a terrifying scene—even that strike where Michael had cleaved the Moon to strike the Earth couldn't compare to the devastation before him!
One sword strike, launched from Great Xia, piercing through thousands of kilometers of void to slash the sea's surface. Where the sword fell, the sea shattered into mist!
An entire sea area shattered into mist… what did that mean?
How many strikes would it take for a single drop of seawater to become mist? How many droplets were there in an entire sea?
This single sword thrust—not only could it annihilate three Cthulhu Faction deities—even a Supreme God of Zeus's caliber would have no chance of survival.
The Seraph Lin Qiye stared in the direction of Great Xia, and after a long moment, his eyes gradually brightened.
"Master… you've become this powerful?"
Great Xia.
On the edge of the desolate Vast Desert, a sword hermitage stood upon the barren earth.
Upon this land, there was no wind, no life, no vegetation—only sword qi that had condensed into physical form, drifting through the dead air.
Inside the sword hermitage,
A figure in black sat calmly on the ground.
His right hand formed a sword gesture, pointing toward an empty space in some direction. Corresponding to that direction on the wall, a small hole roughly two fingers wide was gently emitting wisps of smoke.
"How was it?" The Fate Monk stood at his side, his voice deep.
"Killed three."
"Are they safe now?"
"Yes."
"Then that's good… Thank you, Sword Immortal." The Fate Monk spoke respectfully.
Zhou Ping was about to say something when his gaze suddenly sharpened. He looked down at his own palm—fine, dark crimson cracks had appeared across the back of his hand, slowly spreading toward the arm hidden beneath his sleeve…
A streak of crimson blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"What is this…" The Fate Monk's brow furrowed tightly. Looking at the cracks covering Zhou Ping's palm, it was as if he had realized something.
Zhou Ping shook his head: "It's nothing. Go ahead and leave… When Lin Qiye returns, have him come see me."
The Fate Monk hesitated for a moment, then nodded:
"Alright."
With the Fate Monk's departure, the sword hermitage once again fell into silence.
Zhou Ping gazed at his departing figure and helplessly sighed… His eyes slowly closed as he sat alone in the center of the hermitage, motionless like one entering deep meditation.
Asylum of the Gods.
An Qingyu stood upon this completely unfamiliar land, her brow slightly furrowed.
"So that's how it is… This is the purpose for which you brought me here?"
"You have too many tricks up your sleeve. Apart from this place, I can't think of any other手段 that could truly trap you." Lin Qiye waved his hand gently, and the two figures flashed, already standing in the spacious courtyard.
He raised his hand, pointing toward the last room on the second floor of the patient building: "This last empty ward—I specially saved it for you."
An Qingyu surveyed her surroundings, her face showing no significant emotional changes. She merely spoke thoughtfully,
"Asylum of the Gods… So this is the secret that belonged to you back then? Your identity as a deity's agent, and those endless summons—all came from here?"
"That's right."
At this point, Lin Qiye had no need to conceal the secrets of the past.
"Are you certain this place can hold me?" An Qingyu countered.
Lin Qiye frowned as he gazed at him, seeming to search those gray eyes for some trace of emotional波动—disdain也好，fear也好，concern也好，anger也好… But there was none of this in his gaze.
The feeling An Qingyu gave him was like that of an omniscient, world-weary transcendent being—a fusion of Merlin and the Fate Monk.
An Qingyu in this state was the most terrifying.
Just as Lin Qiye was about to speak, a lighthearted voice suddenly rang out from the patient building:
"Oh~ Isn't this our 【Key to the Gate】? What brings you here on vacation too?"
【Chaos】 had both hands resting on the corridor's railing, overlooking the courtyard below. He bared a mouthful of gleaming white teeth in a carefree grin.