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第八百八十五章 木剑另立道

"Souls of the Earth and Sky, having received their divine mandate, will not suddenly vanish unless they are killed. This is true even if they have yet to complete their missions," the man with white hair whispered.

The black-robed cultivator was momentarily stunned, unsure why his companion had brought this up so abruptly.

However, after a moment, he nodded slightly and asked uncertainly, "Brother Zhan means that these two incidents were carried out by the same organization?"

"It's impossible, right?" The black-robed cultivator frowned. "To kill the Soul of Earth and Sky without drawing the attention of the Immortal Alliance... Such power..."

The white-haired man with the surname Zhan chuckled. "Brother Xiang doesn't find this strange? Your Xiang family only discovered this realm of Spirit Wind not long ago, yet these outsiders knew about it. How?"

"To be honest, a mere Inner Core Realm cave is nothing significant. The key issue is the power behind it, which makes us feel uneasy."

"Supposedly, the Immortal Alliance takes this matter very seriously and even had a Law-Bearer intervene," the man with white hair said solemnly.

The black-robed cultivator was startled. "This... Why to such an extent?"

His previous tone of arrogance had given way to some nervousness upon hearing the term "Law-Bearer."

This matter seemed to have drawn in so much, far beyond his imagination.

"Brother Xiang knows that my father works at the Office of Heaven," the white-haired man said, stopping short.

The black-robed cultivator nodded, his mind racing with thoughts.

Zhan's friend looked at him, having some words left unsaid.

The Office of Heaven was a mysterious organization within the Immortal Alliance dedicated to observing and supervising the traces of the Soul of Earth and Sky as well as the Laws of Heaven. Few knew its existence outside official circles.

The Soul of Earth and Sky involved Daoist combat prowess. Each one was crucial, so the Immortal Alliance sought to monitor them, which made sense.

Efforts over the years had increased their monitoring capabilities, though not reaching a hundred percent. About a third of all Souls of Earth and Sky were now logged by the Office of Heaven.

This was considered the Immortal Alliance's most precious asset.

However, this was merely an incidental task for the Office of Heaven.

Their true duty was to constantly monitor the traces of the Laws of Heaven.

Even if these laws had barely changed in thousands of years, they still needed constant vigilance.

The Laws of Heaven were like a vast web, forming the Dao of Xuanhuang's cosmos. Those who defied this order became part of it, their actions stirring ripples within the web.

The greater the defiance, the stronger the ripples.

By observing these ripples, they could detect cultivators attempting to reverse the Laws of Heaven and achieve immortality.

If such traces were found, they had to immediately investigate the identity of the Law-Breaker.

Neutral cultivators would be fine.

But if it was a member of the Five Elders' Council, all means would be used to prevent their success at defying the laws.

...

Zhan Fei's thoughts raced through various aspects of the Office of Heaven. Despite his father emphasizing its importance countless times, he harbored no fondness for this organization.

A lifetime spent in front of a machine with little respite... such a life was regrettable.

Unfortunately, he had no control over his appointment to the Office of Heaven.

Zhan Fei looked at his friend with a touch of envy. Being a local figure could be advantageous.

The black-robed cultivator named Xiang Zengqiang did not know what his friend was thinking as he pondered and hesitated before making a decision.

First, he would identify the thief who had stolen Spirit Wind Realm but refrain from acting rashly. He would wait to see how the Office of Heaven responded first.

...

Cunyun Sea.

Ji Shaoli, having returned to Haxuan Island, was unaware that someone was watching him until he received an anonymous message after handling various matters at the Mutual Aid Association.

"Friend Ji, do you have any grudges with the Quchi Region's Xiang family? I see they've been discreetly probing your movements."

Ji Shaoli's expression was strange. "Quchi Region?"

He frowned as his sole connection to that region was likely the Spirit Wind Realm he had recently consumed.

He quickly deduced why he might have offended them.

After a thorough search, Ji Shaoli felt somewhat relieved.

The Xiang family was merely a local power in Quchi, with only one Daoist sitting at their helm.

Even if they came to his doorstep, Ji Shaoli would not be intimidated.

"Still, preparations are necessary."

Ji Shaoli's eyes flickered as he continued to sense the sword dao.

...

At the Sword Tomb of Tianjian Sect, Li Fan suddenly awoke from his concentration.

Not because of any imminent danger for his doppelganger, but because he could no longer sense anything through "the Sword."

Li Fan looked around. He realized that not just him was experiencing this; all the myriad swords in the tomb seemed to have lost their connection with "the Sword."

The bent blades straightened, appearing bewildered.

Li Fan stared at the wooden sword before him: "Is it a change in its nature? Has its spirit been completely lost?"

"Not exactly," he quickly discerned.

Soon, Li Fan noticed something peculiar. He did not act rashly but carefully observed and waited patiently.

Sure enough, after just a quarter of an hour, the wooden sword regained its unique qualities as if nothing had happened.

It exuded the essence of the Sword Dao, making all other swords bow in reverence.

The question was...

What happened during that quarter-hour?

Li Fan's interest piqued. He continued to sense the Sword Dao while waiting for the next "malfunction."

After several days of observation, Li Fan discovered a pattern: every so often, the sword would lose its spirit for a quarter hour.

During this period, all swords in the tomb lost their connection with "the Sword," except one!

Thanks to the existence of the Daoist Stone in his mind, he could record and compare each sword's reaction.

He identified the unique aspect!

Locking onto the target, Li Fan leaped to its side when it next malfunctioned.

This was a nondescript black sword covered in dust, plain and unadorned. It lacked sharp edges or intricate designs—more like a novice smith’s first attempt, appearing ordinary even somewhat ugly.

Yet, this sword alone attracted the attention of the Wooden Sword's unique qualities.

During the "malfunction," it was as if the Wooden Sword gave special attention to this black sword, akin to giving private lessons.

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