Chapter 134: A Fractured Dao and a Royal Sacrifice

Gu Chang’an watched the scene unfold in silence, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the Frostbright Sword.

“Madwoman.”

This woman was a complete and utter madwoman.

For an uncertain possibility, she had actually abandoned the Dao she had pursued for half a lifetime.

Yet… she lowered her gaze, looking at the Innate Magic Tool in her hand, a flying sword that had accompanied her for hundreds of years.

Its blade was as clear as snow, emanating a sword intent of utmost purity and frigidity.

This was the sword intent of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sword Art, the very foundation of the Qingyun Sect, and everything Gu Chang’an held dear.

Only through forgetfulness could one perfect the way of the sword, sever worldly attachments, and protect the righteous path.

‘How laughable.’

‘Truly, utterly laughable.’

She couldn’t even sever her own inner demons, let alone protect her junior sister. How could she speak of protecting the righteous path?

Her so-called “protection” had been exposed in that trial as nothing more than a selfish desire to mold the other person into her ideal image, a blatant display of control.

Her sword had long ceased to be pure.

Yan Wusheng’s gaze drifted over her, subtle yet filled with a hint of playful scrutiny.

“Immortal Gu, the Demonic Venerable has submitted her answer. What about yours? Will you continue to cling to your ‘perfect and flawless’ sword Dao, watching us enter from here, or…”

“Shut up.”

Gu Chang’an cut her off coldly.

She slowly raised her head, and for the first time, her apricot-shaped eyes, usually as clear and cold as distant stars, showed intense struggle and pain.

She remembered many things.

Forgetfulness?

How could she forget?

These three words had long become the greatest, most ridiculous irony in her sword Dao.

‘A stab.’

‘If the culmination of the sword Dao meant losing her.’

“—!!”

The Frostbright Sword let out a mournful wail, its blade trembling violently, as if protesting the decision its master was about to make.

“Quiet,” Gu Chang’an said, reaching out her other hand to gently caress the icy blade. Her movements were tender, yet her gaze was unyielding.

“I know this feels like a betrayal to you, but we both know that my sword heart was already fractured because of her.”

“Since it cannot be mended, then let this fracture become my new Dao!”

“Let us retrieve this path together!”

She released the sword’s hilt, then, forming a sword-finger with her hand, she pressed it to her own glabella.

A wisp of pure sword Dao insight, imbued with the true meaning of “Supreme Forgetfulness,” was forcibly stripped from the depths of her Divine Soul!

“Pfft—!!”

Gu Chang’an violently spat out a mouthful of blood, her face instantly turning ashen.

Stripping away her own sword Dao insight was akin to destroying her very foundation, a pain no less agonizing than a mortal being flayed alive.

Yet, she did not hesitate, transforming that wisp of pure sword intent, representing “perfected sword Dao,” that had been torn from her Divine Soul into a streak of flowing light.

She pushed it towards the blood-red orb of light.

“I offer the perfection of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sword Art as a sacrifice!”

“Open for me!”

The cold sword intent, a streak of flowing light, collided with the blood-red orb. Instead of being swallowed, it acted like a sharp scalpel, carving open a gap in the furiously spinning core of the light orb!

Blood-red light and pure clear light intertwined, and the orb’s rotation abruptly halted, followed by a groan of unbearable strain.

Gu Chang’an swayed, almost losing her footing.

The aura around her was no longer the absolute zero that kept others at bay. That coldness remained, but a hint of worldly warmth had been added.

It was like an ancient, unmelting glacier that had been cleaved open for the first time, allowing sunlight to stream in.

Her sword Dao seemed no longer perfect, yet in another sense, it seemed even more perfect.

Yuange licked her somewhat dry lips, her amber eyes flickering with irritation.

“You’re all insane! Damn it.”

What did she have? Her greatest pride was nothing more than her Golden Crow bloodline, inherited from an ancient Demon Emperor.

And they wanted her to sacrifice *that*?

‘What a joke!’

“What’s wrong? The little princess can’t afford the price?” Yan Wusheng’s detached voice drifted over again. “That’s right, after all, without your royal bloodline, you’d be nothing.”

“You goddamn shut your mouth!” Yuange instantly bristled, glaring fiercely at Yan Wusheng.

She hated it most when others brought up her bloodline!

She admitted that her initial approach to Shen Zhaoqing had been a hunting game. She enjoyed the thrill of the chase, the pleasure of toying with her prey in the palm of her hand.

But… that figure in the Northern Reaches, who had disregarded danger to block a fatal blow for her, and that look of anxiety in Shen Zhaoqing’s eyes when she had rushed a thousand miles to Qingzhou to burn away demonic energy with her Golden Crow bloodline power.

When had Yuange, the little princess of the Myriad Demon Kingdom, ever needed someone else to protect her?

Yet, it was precisely that clumsy, reckless protection that had scratched the most sensitive part of her heart.

Perhaps this game could be played differently now.

For instance, letting Shen Zhaoqing catch up to her, seize her, and then… never let her escape again.

“Hmph, isn’t it just a drop of blood? As if I couldn’t bear to part with it!”

Yuange pouted, feigning an air of indifference on her face, but her eyes were more solemn than ever.

She raised her right hand, and her index finger’s nail instantly sharpened into a blade, shimmering with a faint golden light.

Without the slightest hesitation, she pressed her nail firmly into her smooth left wrist!

Instead, a dazzling golden light erupted from the wound, as if a small sun wanted to break free from her veins.

A scorching aura, potent enough to melt steel, instantly permeated the air.

“Ugh…”

Yuange let out a muffled groan of pain, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead, her pretty face contorted by the agony.

For a demon beast, drawing out their source essence blood was equivalent to diminishing their innate lifespan and bloodline potential—a severe injury that could shake their very foundation.

One drop…

Just one drop, like molten gold, crimson-gold in color, with the faint illusion of a three-legged Golden Crow crying out within it, was forcibly pushed out from her wound.

The moment that drop of essence blood appeared, the surrounding seawater began to boil.

“Ha, take it!” Yuange expended all her demonic energy, flicking the drop of Golden Crow source essence blood, suspended before her, towards the immortal mansion’s light orb. “This princess offers her royal honor as a sacrifice!”

“Open the door… for this princess!”

The crimson-gold blood, like a falling meteor trailing a long fiery tail, slammed violently into the light orb that was already on the verge of collapse.

“Boom—!!!”

This time, there was no silent assimilation.

Blood-red, clear light, crimson-gold—three supreme obsessions representing “hegemony,” “Dao heart,” and “honor”—achieved a perfect balance at this moment.

The entire immortal mansion’s light orb let out a crisp “crack,” and then, the massive orb that had spun for eons abruptly ceased its rotation.

All the light collapsed inward, condensing into a single point.

Then, with an ancient and profound rumble, it slowly parted to either side.

A massive gateway, carved entirely from an unknown white jade and emanating an ancient, boundless aura, appeared before the three of them.

The door had opened.

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