"During these forty years, there were actually quite a few ordinary people who were trying to stop the inevitable. But they all died. Do you think you are noble?" "When it comes to the actions of ordinary people, it’s mainly about fame and fortune. Seeking titles and positions while alive is for seeking benefits in this lifetime, and being remembered after death is for seeking fame." "To resolve all matters of the world and gain fame before and after death… it sounds extraordinary, but that’s all there is to it. It’s nothing more than having this little achievement." He not only wanted to destroy the physical body of the ordinary person in front of him but also to shatter his spirit and will. He wanted Earth Sword Immortal to see how insignificant his resistance was and how longevity was the true path. Only then could they hope to break the delusion of Earth Sword Immortal. The strong wind swept through, and this time his attack was not limited to this isolated city. Even the stone forest on the side of the city wall, where a hundred thousand soldiers were buried, was swept up. Stone tablets flew into the air one after another. "Nameless in life, and the same in death… Ordinary people are born and die every day, like mayflies. Struggling is futile." "The destruction of this city will also happen silently. The outside world, including Jiu Province, will never know that you still exist, and now you have reached your end." "Brave or not, heroic or not, in the end, we all turn to dust. Without attaining immortality, we are nothing more than ants and mayflies." As Taoist Qingzhuo used his magical skills, his voice rang like a loud bell through the strong wind, echoing in Qiao Mu’s heart. "Unknown and insignificant? With me in this city, it will be famous!" This was Qiao Mu’s reply, his body filled with vitality and his spirit high. "The nameless heroes who have passed away, I will make them famous. Their blood and tears will not be in vain. If the history books of Great Yan don’t include them, then it is the fault of the books, and I will personally add a few strokes!" Taoist Qingzhuo’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. He hadn’t expected that not only was Earth Sword Immortal unwavering, but even the lone soldier from the Qiao family by his side, despite being the last one, also had an indomitable spirit. And this was not the only curious thing going on. This city has almost been destroyed by him, and such a big battle will surely consume a lot of magic power. Originally, destroying the city and killing people would establish his authority, and it’s not an unthinkable thing. The key is that he has never seen half of the hiding soldiers and civilians in the city until now. However, at this moment, he suddenly had a thought and a slight smile appeared on his lips. "I think I understand now," he smiled. "This city has already been half destroyed, and we haven’t even seen a single person. I thought they were hiding somewhere." "No wonder you all appear nervous but still have high fighting spirit. It turns out that my attempt was in vain." The old wizard in the sky smiled slightly and suddenly turned his head. The old eyes, slightly squinted, looked through the distant distance and fell on the hidden fortress outside the city, covered by sand dunes. Taoist Qingzhuo’s body suddenly turned into a rainbow light and swiftly arrived. He formed a hand seal, and an invisible gust of wind transformed into sharp blades. It sliced through the soil mound, lifting the entire ceiling and letting in the howling wind from outside. Qiao Mu felt a shock in his heart. "Qingzhuo, you old thief, even if I have to die, I won’t let you…" The librarian held Stone City in his hand, wanting to say something, but Qingzhuo, the old Taoist, ignored his intention. In a flash of light, the old man of the arsenal was sent flying, and the Stone City in his hand finally fell into Taoist Qingzhuo’s hands. "You neglect the path of eternal life, yet you’re distracted by practicing such small tricks…" Taoist Qingzhuo coldly snorted. At this moment, the Stone City was in his palm. To the elderly inhabitants within Stone City, it seemed as though a towering deity had appeared above their heads, encompassing them within his grasp. However, Qiao Mu arrived at this time. "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method!" "Bloodthirsty Skill!" "Red Moon Burning Blood Technique!" He seemed to blend into the strong wind, and had already rushed over at a critical moment when Taoist Qingzhuo held Stone City. Surprisingly, he remained calm in his heart. Heavenly Slashing Swordsmanship is a spiritual refining sword technique, focusing not on the moves, but on the intent. To sever the heavens, first sever me. How to sever oneself, how to encompass one’s entire vitality and spirit within a single sword, how to give everything. For this sword technique created by the generation’s top martial artist, Earth Sword Immortal, the most important aspect is actually… a spirit, a state of mind. Rather than long years of cultivated vitality or accumulated internal strength. In an instant when Taoist Qingzhuo held Stone City, he had already seen his own emotions and aspirations. This sword is not merely about seeking death. It is not meaningful to die for the sake of death, it just moves oneself. "I can’t help but laugh. I’ve lived a carefree life, but before I die, I have become the kind of conservative person that I used to look down upon…" In the stone city held in Elder Qingzhuo’s hands, there are also people who voluntarily undergo the Mortal Body Transformed Sword and fight to the death… Qiao Mu has hundreds of wounds bleeding profusely all over his body, but he ignores them, allowing the surging internal strength of hundreds of years to continuously flow in, as if the blood and the living stone sword were absorbing each other. "Without predecessors sacrificing their heads and shedding hot blood, how can there be successors to carry on?" "The people before have passed away, so let me be the one to die, wishing to open a clear path for the elderly in this city!" "Amazing Swordsmanship from the Heavens!" This is the Earth Sword Immortal, who stood at the peak of martial arts several decades ago, combined with Qiao Mu, a mortal who could never reach the hundreds of years of pure martial arts prowess. A fierce beam of light shot up into the sky, its color as rich as blood, yet it resembled a blood-red glow, illuminating the dim sky for a moment. The blood-red light tore through the wind and sand, tearing apart the gloomy clouds that enveloped the sky, instantly engulfing Taoist Qingzhuo who stood in the wind. The momentum of the blood-red sword light is still strong, shooting straight into the sky. The heavy clouds split open, creating a large hole. The void above the sky shook violently like water ripples, and then shattered like a spider’s web, resounding with clear cracking sounds throughout the vast desert. The old man of the arsenal had blood at the corner of his mouth, grasping Stone City that fell from the sky. A ray of sunshine fell on his face, and he looked up at the sky. The howling strong wind gradually became smaller. The swirling yellow sand in the sky began to fall like raindrops and hailstones, making thunderous sounds as they hit the ground. The once majestic city, collapsed by the sandstorm, was now only half left. The evening sunlight fell like blood among the ruins. The setting sun, like a huge clot of blood, condensed in the sky. Although it was about to fall, it still remained as the sun. The old soldiers looked up at the setting sun on the horizon, trembling slightly. Their lips trembled for a long time, but they couldn’t utter a word. What shook them deeply was not that the storm had passed, but the sky after the storm. Under the setting sun, at the end of their sight, where the yellow sand and the sky met on the horizon, they were astounded to see a…passageway? "Is that the Imperial Anxi Pass?" "Can we see the Anxi Pass in the outside world? Has the illusionary formation of the Immortal Gate failed?" Captain Hai and the others widened their eyes, but there were no tears of excitement. Their blood and tears had dried up over the past forty years, but they didn’t shed a tear. In the next moment, they suddenly thought of something and quickly turned back to look towards the direction of the lonely city. Qiao Mu was already lifeless in front of the broken walls, with his skin cracked and bleeding. Next to him, a dimly shining stone sword was inserted diagonally into the ground. "So, this sword is not for killing enemies, but for our survival…" How many deceased Qiao family elders had he seen in the lonely city? Just as he sighed, a rainbow flashed. Taoist Qingzhuo’s face was pale as paper as he looked down at Qiao Mu, who was exhausted and died in front of the ruins. He looked up at the hole in the cloudy sky, his expression constantly changing.