Chapter 77 The Dao Ancestor’s Prophecy
2025-08-18 Author: Kindergarten Leader
Chapter 77 The Dao Ancestor’s Prophecy
Chu Huaixu stood in thick fog, closed his eyes, and listened carefully to the trembling sounds of swords around him.
“These swords placed below should all be Sword Embryos newly forged by the artifact refiners,” he thought.
The sword bodies possessed spiritual essence, but they hadn’t reached maturity and weren’t yet Sword Spirits.
“On the contrary, I am a person, yet I already have something like a Sword Spirit within me.” He chuckled helplessly.
He could now be absolutely certain why the spiritual pressure around him didn’t affect him at all, and even felt comfortable.
The reason was simple: the spiritual pressure arose from the sheer number of Artifact Spirits here.
Hidden Spirit Mountain belonged to the Artifact Spirits!
But he also had something similar within him.
Well, coming to Hidden Spirit Mountain felt like coming home.
There were even Magic Arrays on the mountain to nurture Artifact Spirits, preventing the Artifact Spirits of senior legacies from dissipating into the world.
Therefore, it wasn’t strange that he felt comfortable.
“I’m being nurtured too.”
Chu Huaixu was someone who took things in stride. He even joked to himself, “When other seniors passed away, they left their True Essence magical treasures on the mountain to await the fated person. After I die, will I just lie here with my Sword Spirit?”
He shook his head, dispelling these wild thoughts.
Chu Huaixu’s gaze sharpened, and he began to run rapidly up the mountain again.
As he sprinted, the sounds of spiritual swords trembling continuously echoed around him.
But his footsteps did not falter for a moment.
These swords had undoubtedly chosen him, their fear laced with a hint of submission, yet they longed to be taken by him and become his spiritual swords!
“But this is not my ambition.”
At the 3333rd step on Hidden Spirit Mountain, Chu Huaixu stopped.
“Along the way, there were a total of 549 swords!” he had just counted.
“It’s a pity that most of them were low-grade Spirit Artifacts, with barely a few mid-grade ones.”
Chu Huaixu didn’t even touch them.
The reason was simple: he always felt that with a gentle touch, these swords would fly away, and even the wisp of spiritual essence on them would be completely erased.
The sparring with Liu Chenggong these past few days had left him with mixed feelings.
Chu Huaixu was well aware that the little sword in his Sea of Consciousness was special, and he seemed to have a great restraint on Sword Cultivators.
Liu Chenggong’s Green Pine Sword, a mid-grade Spirit Artifact, was also easily knocked away with a light flick from him.
He even suspected that as his cultivation grew, this little sword in his Sea of Consciousness could not only shatter illusions and other ephemeral things but could even sever spirits!
—Slaying the Artifact Spirits of others’ True Essence magical treasures!
However, Chu Huaixu’s current cultivation was too low, and the little sword in his Sea of Consciousness was too unique, having already awakened Clarity of Sword Heart.
He couldn’t control its power with perfect precision.
He could control it, but not perfectly.
It was clear that the origin grade of this profound power was far superior to his.
It wasn’t that the Sword Spirit was disobedient.
“After all, it’s sickly, looking listless, with not much spirit day in and day out.”
Its tremor today was likely due toHidden Spirit Mountain’s unique nature.
In fact, there were instances of Sword Spirits clashing with Sword Cultivators.
If they possessed too much sentience and intelligence, that was the price.
At this moment, Chu Huaixu glanced down at the scorched black wooden token at his waist and took a step forward.
This passage leading to the mountainside area was blocked by a visible, semi-transparent barrier.
Bearing the pass token, he naturally passed through it as if moving through a thin membrane.
Ask Dao Peak, Grand Hall.
Sect Master Xiang Yan sat on the Sect Master’s throne, while other elders sat below according to their seats.
Seventh Elder Shen Man was still meditating in the bamboo forest, but all other high-ranking figures on the mountain were present.
Chu Yinyin was quite pleased with this.
“Hmph! They’re finally willing to bring me along this time!”
If they pull the “those below the Seventh Realm are unworthy of knowing” stunt again, then they can open their dog eyes wide, and I’ll break through right then and there!
She was now sitting in a very unladylike manner on a large chair. Since it was a chair in the grand hall, its craftsmanship was imposing, and it was tall and large. Her short legs couldn’t reach the ground, dangling a few centimeters in the air.
Sixth Elder Li Chunsong stood in the center of the hall, frantically rubbing his hands again.
Chu Yinyin looked at him and immediately perked up, “Oh, stop building suspense! Who doesn’t know you want to gamble? Hurry, hurry, everyone pay your fines to our Enforcement Elder!”
She started urging the proceedings.
Slices of fines floated onto Enforcement Elder Lu Pan’s table. He nodded with satisfaction, confiscated them, and then said with a stern expression,
“Just as a nation has its laws, a sect has its rules. The Daoist Sect prohibits private gambling. The fines will all go into the treasury, and this shall be the last time!”
After saying that, he impassively submitted his own fine.
“Hmph, I, the dignified Enforcement Elder, shall lead by example!”
Seeing this, Li Chunsong cast a look of approval at Junior Sister; he had saved himself a lot of trouble.
Chu Yinyin rushed the process again, “Sixth Senior Brother, what do you want to gamble on this time?”
“How about… betting on how many steps Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang can reach?” the charitable gambling king proposed.
“Boring, boring! Small-minded!” the short-legged girl protested first.
She spoke, “The spiritual pressure on Hidden Spirit Mountain will at most make them dizzy and nauseous. As long as they persevere with willpower, reaching the summit is not a problem!”
“How far they get depends solely on where they choose their favorite Spirit Artifact.”
Chu Yinyin looked up at her senior brothers and sisters and said, “Besides, aren’t you all just hoping Chu Huaixu will take that sword? Stop pretending!”
Her tone was unfriendly, intending to retaliate.
“You didn’t let me participate before, so I’ll expose all of you this time!”
Unexpectedly, Sect Master Xiang Yan spoke at this moment, his extremely unpleasant, piercing voice saying, “Junior Sister, you can’t say that.”
“We both know perfectly well what the situation with that sword is.”
“Indeed, the great tribulation is imminent, and the Primeval Spirit Realm is about to open. Therefore, all sects will soon convene the First Realm competition.”
“At such a time, if someone from our Daoist Sect can descend the mountain carrying that sword, then the problem of the Primeval Spirit Realm can be solved. This would be a tremendous boon for the entire Profound Yellow Realm.”
“However, our Daoist Sect values destiny. We will not force him to take that sword.”
“After all, that sword… cough cough cough! The Dao Ancestor’s sword is too peculiar!”
“For the one who takes the sword, who can say for sure whether it will be a blessing or a curse?”
Chu Yinyin listened to the Sect Master’s words, pouted, and began to mumble, “For the person who takes the sword, of course, it’s not good!”
Everyone fell silent, not refuting.
A year ago, Seventh Elder Shen Man accidentally obtained the Dao Ancestor’s inheritance and saw the precepts left behind by the Dao Ancestor within it.
All the high-ranking members of the Daoist Sect had seen these precepts.
In the Dao Ancestor’s words, he referred to this sword as the Sword of Salvation.
However, the person who took the sword was called a Sword Attendant!
From these three words, one could infer quite a bit.
For the Profound Yellow Realm, the Sword Attendant was one of the saviors mentioned in the Dao Ancestor’s precepts.
But for that Sword of Salvation, he was merely a Sword Attendant.
Whether it was man controlling the sword or sword controlling man was evident.
All the high-ranking members of the Daoist Sect knew that the rumors were true: the sword left by the Dao Ancestor had indeed once been a master-devouring sword!
It had devoured many people.
Among them, the first person it devoured was the artifact refining grandmaster from a thousand years ago, that ninth-realm mighty being who personally forged it!
This was an absolutely evil sword; it was only because the Dao Ancestor was too powerful that he could suppress it.
No one present could achieve this.
Not even Junior Uncle before his fall, nor the current Sword Venerable!
Now, due to Chu Huaixu’s various divine performances, and the fact that he was the savior found by Junior Uncle, everyone had almost certainly concluded that he was the Sword Attendant mentioned in the Dao Ancestor’s prophecy.
But, as Xiang Yan said, the Daoist Sect valued destiny and would not forcibly ask him to take the sword.
People like Li Chunsong and Nangong Yue had remained silent in front of Chu Huaixu just now.
Everything depended on individual choice; everything had its predetermined course!
If the Dao Ancestor’s prophecy was true, Chu Huaixu would choose that sword himself; it was his personal will.
They could not interfere too much, otherwise, they would bear the karma.
Could it be that the lives of all sentient beings were fated, but his life was not?
His life should be his own to decide.
A brief silence fell upon the hall. Finally, the persistent gambler tentatively spoke, “Then, shall we bet on this?”
Chu Yinyin, being the most restless and fearless, dared to do anything.
So, the short-legged girl jumped down from the large chair, took two steps forward, and said, “Okay, I’ll bet that Chu Huaixu will get that sword!”
With one person taking the lead, others naturally followed.
Zhao Shuqi, with his small eyes, narrowed them as if he were in deep meditation, then nodded slightly, “I think so too.”
“Indeed, indeed,” Sect Master Xiang Yan also said.
One after another, everyone echoed the sentiment, all believing that Chu Huaixu would be able to take this sword.
This left Li Chunsong speechless.
“Everyone! Not a single one of you is betting that he *won’t* get it?”
Then what’s the point of gambling!
Nangong Yue sat lazily beside him, propping herself up with one hand on the armrest of the chair, her body soft and languid.
She glanced at the anxious Li Chunsong and said, “Sixth Senior Brother, this is the Dao Ancestor’s prophecy. How could the Dao Ancestor be wrong?”
To keep the gambling going, the addicted gambler almost uttered blasphemous words.
Fortunately, Li Chunsong hadn’t lost his senses. Between defying the Dao Ancestor and his beloved Junior Uncle, he chose the latter and loudly declared,
“What if! I’m saying what if! What if Junior Uncle goes down the mountain to find someone, and he finds the wrong person!”
The Sixth Elder looked around, lowered his voice, and said, “And you all know Junior Uncle’s personality. He’s unreliable!”
Sect Master Xiang Yan repeatedly waved his hand, raising an objection, “Sixth Junior Brother, don’t talk nonsense. Although Junior Uncle usually… uh! But on important matters! Junior Uncle is quite reliable.”
Hearing this, Chu Yinyin began to stir the pot from the side.
“Li Chunsong, why don’t you just bet on the other side yourself? Why do you have to instigate us? Right! You bet yourself!”
The addicted gambler’s face immediately flushed red, and his hands began to rub faster and faster.
There’s a famous saying among gamblers on Earth: Bet against the score, and you’ll end up by the sea!
Undoubtedly, Li Chunsong had a bit of this bad habit.
He didn’t fear losing anyway; he was used to losing, and purely enjoyed the process of small-stakes gambling for pleasure.
He gritted his teeth and shouted, “Fine! Then I’ll bet that Chu Huaixu *won’t* take that sword!”
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