# 565
**Chapter 566 – The Third Sword**
After Nyx vanished, the night that had shrouded the group overhead gradually faded from the eastern sky.
The hazy mist reappeared in their vision, enveloping them once more. From different directions within the fog, Baili Pangpang, Cao Yuan, Shen Qingzhu, Jialan, Jiang Er, and An Qingyu emerged and returned to Lin Qiye’s side.
They stared at the heart in Lin Qiye’s hand and fell into silence.
They had all seen what just happened.
“Qiye… she said Sword Saint still has a chance to return. Is that true?” Baili Pangpang asked.
Lin Qiye was silent for a moment. “Mother doesn’t lie. If she says it’s true, then it is.”
The expressions on everyone’s faces softened slightly.
Only Lin Qiye remained still, gazing at the lingering night in the east like a statue.
“What are you thinking about?” Jialan asked softly.
“I’m thinking about our team’s name.”
“Name?” At that word, the others turned to look at him. “Have you decided?”
“Maybe.”
Lin Qiye stared at the corner of the night sky in the east, then lowered his gaze to the heart in his palm and said slowly:
“Our team was born from despair. We walked out of the deepest darkness. Along the way, we’ve gained and lost.
We don’t exist for merit or fame… only so that wherever our eyes can see and our ears can hear, there is no disaster, no evil, no injustice, no sacrifice.
The world is too vast, and there are too many beings—we can’t manage it all, nor do we want to.
Even if the world ends or the gods rage…”
A few star-like traces flashed in Lin Qiye’s eyes. Overhead, a stretch of pitch-black night began to spread rapidly, covering more than ten kilometers in the blink of an eye.
The world darkened once more.
**[Nightfall Descends]**
This night was his Forbidden Ruins, his domain.
He raised his hand and pointed at the sky above.
“I only want that under this night,
those I cherish shall be safe for all eternity;
those I oppose shall be destroyed body and soul;
I want us to control our own fate, to be invincible!
One day, I will make it so that wherever this night reaches, it becomes forbidden ground for the gods.
Here… we are our own gods.
Our name
is **[Nightfall]**."
When Lin Qiye finished speaking, everyone stood frozen.
Only after a long while did they come back to their senses.
“Great Xia’s Fifth Special Squad, Team [Nightfall]… sounds good,” Cao Yuan said thoughtfully.
“I admit, it sounds a bit better than my suggestion, ‘Sky Tyrants,’” Baili Pangpang shrugged. “Just a little…”
Lin Qiye turned to the others. “What do you think?”
“Whatever you say, Qiye, I’m in,” Jialan said, eyes shining.
“Where night falls, gods are forbidden…” Shen Qingzhu nodded. “Powerful. I approve.”
“No objections here,” An Qingyu added.
Jiang Er, floating nearby, couldn’t speak but nodded in agreement.
Seeing no objections, Lin Qiye said, “Then it’s settled. Our team name is [Nightfall]. Once we return to Great Xia, I’ll formally submit the application.”
With a wave of his hand, clouds surged around them, lifting everyone as they chased after the distant, broken city.
Lin Qiye glanced at the city—and suddenly froze.
“What’s wrong?” Cao Yuan noticed his change in expression.
Lin Qiye stared for a long time, a bitter look flashing in his eyes.
“So that’s how it is… I didn’t realize until now…”
“Realize what?” Baili Pangpang asked, puzzled.
“Don’t you find it strange?” Lin Qiye pointed at the flying, broken city within the mist. “This city was severed from Great Xia by the Wind God. It rides the wind, heading toward Egypt…
But the Wind God is long gone.
So why is the city still flying?
And… always in the direction of home.”
Everyone froze, turning to look at the massive city drifting through the mist. Moments later, disbelief filled their eyes.
Within the hazy fog,
beneath the colossal city that blotted out the sky—
a single sword supported the entire city, flying slowly but steadily.
—**[Dragon-Elephant Sword]**
That was Zhou Ping’s sword.
At that moment, Lin Qiye finally understood where Zhou Ping’s original sword had gone.
He had thought the Dragon-Elephant Sword had shattered during Zhou Ping’s battle against the gods. But he never imagined—
the sword had remained.
From the moment Zhou Ping first repelled the Wind God, gravely wounded, the sword had lifted the entire city.
Even when his consciousness faded, even when he faced three gods empty-handed, even when his body vanished into the Great Dao—the sword… never wavered.
He, and his sword, had been carrying the burden all along.
This was the third sword Zhou Ping had struck from the very beginning.
The sword of “coming home.”
The seven of them stood beneath the majestic city, looking up at the sword bearing it forward. The grief they had suppressed surged uncontrollably…
Their eyes reddened.
After a long silence, Lin Qiye bowed deeply toward the sword, his voice trembling slightly.
“Welcome… home, Teacher.”
…
Within the broken city.
Among the mountains, a faint black figure slowly rose. Beneath his feet was a complex and eerie pattern.
Amon gripped a black scepter, gazing at the grand design beneath him, a cold smile curling at his lips.
“The national fate curse… is ready.”
“Shu and Set, those two fools, ultimately failed… but that human is dead, and the goddess of night has left. Now, no one can stop me.
Curse the nation’s fate, seize this city—everything will return to its rightful path…”
He slowly raised his scepter. Cold, evil divine power surged around him, and a bone-chilling aura spread to the edges of the city!
**Thud—!!**
The base of his scepter slammed into the pattern.
A black ripple swept outward, racing across the mountains like a stone dropped into a pond, disturbing the entire dragon vein’s fate.
Great Xia had more than one dragon vein, but each one could influence the nation’s fate in subtle ways. Knowledge and power related to fate had long faded from the river of time. Few in the world still understood how to wield fate as a weapon.
Amon was one of them.
His curse could affect all of Great Xia’s fate through a single dragon vein—like a drop of ink in a pot, soon to stain the entire nation.