Chapter 95: Sword God
Watching Jing Ziyan die right before his eyes, Ji Juechen fell into a state of frenzied resentment. He gathered his Sword Momentum with all his might, and a steadily strengthening Sword Momentum began to converge.
Masked Douluo watched Ji Juechen's struggle with great interest, laughing as he saw him try to raise his sword against him time and time again.
He held a spirit tool blade in his hand and pressed it against Ji Nianjian's neck. "Kid, put down your sword now and beg me, and I'll let your daughter go."
As he spoke, Masked Douluo held up the swaddled baby girl. The blade cut slightly into her neck, and a streak of blood appeared.
For the first time, Ji Juechen hesitated. He looked at Masked Douluo in a daze, his hand holding the sword trembling more and more. As the faint streak of blood became more prominent, he lost all hope.
He knew clearly that Masked Douluo would not keep his promise, and that striking out with one last sword strike would be the best outcome.
For a Soul Master obsessed with the sword, putting down his weapon and waiting for death was a disgrace, but he truly could not watch his daughter die before him.
That was his biological daughter, so tiny. Even if they were destined to die, he hoped to die before her.
The shattered Extra-Terran Meteorite Iron was slowly lowered. The Sword Momentum on Ji Juechen's body suddenly collapsed completely, and the Sword Intent he had cultivated for years vanished without a trace.
"That's right, that's more like it. But unfortunately, I was just joking with you."
A spray of blood erupted. Ji Juechen stared blankly at the scene before him, his eyes hollow and unable to focus, like a dead man's.
"I heard a kid rejected the Sun Moon Empire's recruitment. Some members of the Imperial Family weren't happy. Mingde Hall gave me a list, and you're one of those stubborn ones on it."
Two nails were removed. Ji Juechen could no longer hold himself up and collapsed to the ground, while Masked Douluo's giggling voice continued to echo.
"The Imperial Family has been making some small moves lately. I'm telling you this news for free; remember to spread it around."
Masked Douluo looked at Ji Juechen, whose Martial Soul was shattered, stepped forward to grab him by the hair, and whispered into his ear.
Ji Juechen lay in a pool of blood like a corpse. His vision was a blur of crimson, and his consciousness sank frantically.
Scenes from the past flashed before his eyes. He saw his deceased father, his mother who had died of illness, the selfless Jing Ziyan, and the blood splattering from his sleeping daughter.
He saw a sword, a sword on the verge of shattering, a sword devoid of light.
He reached out and grasped the sword with trembling hands, but he had no Soul Power left in his body. With his Martial Soul shattered, his Sword Momentum dissipated, and his Soul Power gone, he couldn't hold onto it.
In the early morning, Ji Juechen was found and carried back. He remained lying on the bed in a daze, and the neighbor who brought him back sighed in pity.
Within the Spirit Sea, Ji Juechen frantically gripped that constantly vibrating sword. Even though he was repelled time and again, he kept trying repeatedly.
He wanted revenge. He wanted to kill all the Evil Soul Masters, those members of the Imperial Family, and Mirror Hongchen.
His hatred influenced the sword, and a blood-red hue appeared on it, yet he still couldn't lift it.
As Ji Juechen's mental force was heavily depleted and his mind grew hazy, a voice came from afar, its source unclear.
"True Sword Momentum should be born from death; it should not retreat even a fraction of an inch."
Ji Juechen roared somewhat frantically, "I didn't want to retreat, but I can't find life through my daughter's death! I can't do it! Tell me, how am I supposed to do it?!"
The originally illusory voice gradually solidified. The voice, which resembled Huo Yuhao's, transformed into an emotionless mechanical sound.
"Did you really retreat? Why exactly do you practice the sword? Is it really just for the love of it?"
Ji Juechen's out-of-control emotions seemed to be gently soothed by something, and his collapsed convictions gradually began to reassemble.
"What am I doing this for? I love the sword. Why do I love the sword? For what?"
"To fulfill my father's ideals? To prove my own strength? For revenge? Or perhaps to protect them? Why exactly do I love the sword?"
"As long as you are strong enough, as long as your sword is sharp enough, you can cleave through this world and shatter these Laws."
"Yes, I am here to break the rules. I don't just want revenge; I want to reverse life and death. I want to completely shatter this ironclad law of life and death."
"To save Ziyan, to save my daughter, to save my parents. I love the sword because I want to use it to do what I believe is right."
At thirty-one years old, a purple-gold light rose from within Ji Juechen's body. Ji Juechen, who hadn't eaten for a year, gradually woke up. His complexion was ruddy, without a hint of paleness.
A massive sword projection appeared above the county town, subsequently expanding to cover the entire Sun Moon Empire.
Ji Juechen's Martial Soul completely transformed into an illusory sword projection, and the shattered cracks were instantly repaired without a trace.
His body was filled with bright golden divine force, and his original Soul Power also gradually merged into it.
His right hand reached forward in a gentle grip, and a nearly shattered iron sword appeared in his hand. A purple-gold light covered the entire blade.
A crystal sword, as translucent as jade, replaced the shattered iron sword. An unprecedentedly powerful Aura emerged from within Ji Juechen.
"Is this a distorted future? Or is it one of the possible futures? Although I know it's fake, a sword is all about having a clear mind."
Ji Juechen murmured to himself. He swung the crystal sword forward, and the Masked Douluo, the Holy Spirit Cult, the Sun Moon Imperial Family, and Mingde Hall all vanished.
"Is this the process of helping me comprehend Sword Momentum? Or perhaps it should be called a Law Prototype."
"Thank you for helping me see through my own heart. As expected, compared to simply swinging a sword out of love, the emotion of protection is much more powerful."
"Since you did all this just to make me swing this sword that challenges heaven and earth, let me see exactly how strong this strike is."
"My Heaven-Cleaving Law."
Ji Juechen held the sword in his right hand, took a few steps to build momentum, and soared toward the horizon. The tip of his sword pointed toward the sky, stabbing into the azure heavens.
The giant sword projection attacked the horizon along with this strike. A crisp sound echoed between heaven and earth, as if something had cracked.
Immediately after, a massive boom of Tribulation Lightning surged toward Ji Juechen.
Ignoring the various injuries on his body, Ji Juechen braved the Tribulation Lightning and swung his sword toward the horizon once more.
Different from the previous sound, a loud crack was heard. A complete rift appeared in the sky, unable to close for a long time.
At the same time, the river in the God Realm that governed Souls appeared before Ji Juechen's eyes. He forcibly dragged out the Souls of his parents, wife, and daughter.
Carrying the four Souls, Ji Juechen made a forceful Breakthrough into the God Realm and created his own God Position. His God Position was the Sword, and he was ranked as a First Class God.
In reality, Ji Juechen's eyelids flickered slightly. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around, feeling as if a lifetime had passed.
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