This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Chapter 426: Chapter 47: Netherworld Artifact

The Netherworld Prison Master flicked his sleeve, and the three lines of characters formed by the Netherworld Death Qi in the air all dispersed.

“Prison Master, then we two shall take our leave first,” Yan Qingfeng and Li Zhao exchanged a glance and spoke.

Their task was completed, so there was no need to stay any longer.

“You two have worked hard over these years,” the Netherworld Prison Master nodded and said, “As a reward, I will grant your wishes.

Li Zhao, your reincarnated identity will be as your master’s son.”

As for Yan Qingfeng, the world of your people remains in unrest. Are you sure you want to reincarnate back into that world?”

Yan Qingfeng nodded and firmly said, “To take back the world of the Human Race with my own hands, I would not hesitate to die.”

“Go,” the Netherworld Prison Master said no more.

The figures of Yan Qingfeng and Li Zhao quickly faded and transformed into streams of light, plunging into the nearby waters of the River Oblivion, flowing from the summit of Mount Tai and following the river downstream towards the path of reincarnation.

….

“You want me to help you find someone in the Netherworld?” After sending off Li Zhao and Yan Qingfeng on the path of reincarnation, the Netherworld Prison Master turned and asked Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan nodded.

“There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world,” said the Netherworld Prison Master again.

“An equal exchange is naturally a righteous matter. Prison Master, you control the Netherworld, and surely I, a mere mortal cultivator, cannot compare with you,” Lu Qingshan bowed with his hands clasped and said, “But if there’s anything you need, just say the word, and I will do my utmost to fulfill it.”

“You know I have a request for you?” the Netherworld Prison Master asked, his eyes gleaming, studying Lu Qingshan.

“Three challenges on the mountain, each related to swords; and I, coincidentally, am a Sword Cultivator,” Lu Qingshan paused, then continued, “Initially, I felt a familiar sense from Gu Yiyi, but at the time, I didn’t think much of it.

However, after ascending Mount Tai, and repeatedly hinted in the three illusions, I finally recalled where this sensation came from.”

Lu Qingshan’s gaze was intense, “What you seek, Prison Master, should involve Gu Yiyi, whose true identity, I presume, is the Sword Spirit of a certain sword?”

“Correct,” the Netherworld Prison Master nodded.

Lu Qingshan took a deep breath and ventured, “Is it specifically concerning what Gu Yiyi mentioned, that you took something from her?”

Gu Yiyi had said ‘stolen’, but Lu Qingshan, naturally not so blunt, phrased it as ‘taken’.

The Netherworld Prison Master thought for a moment and said, “There’s no need for secrecy – Gu Yiyi said I stole her possession, and if we really look into it, it’s not entirely incorrect.

Moreover, I am now unable to return it to her.”

Lu Qingshan was astonished.

What could it possibly be that would make the Netherworld Prison Master, who controls the path of life and death, take without permission and not return?

“I would like to hear more,” Lu Qingshan said.

“Since ancient times, the River Oblivion flows from Mount Tai into the Reincarnation Lands, connecting the entire Netherworld and forming the lifeline of the Netherworld.

To suppress the Oblivion, the will of the Netherworld forged a Divine Sword from Ancient Times.

This Divine Sword was inherently extraordinary, becoming the Divine Artifact of the Netherworld, with the power of Oblivion endowed upon it. In the Netherworld, this sword is unmatched,” said the Netherworld Prison Master.

“Gu Yiyi’s true form is this Divine Artifact of the Netherworld?” Lu Qingshan had a moment of realization and then said, “Hard to believe she possesses unmatched power… But if that is so, how did you manage to take something from her?”

The Netherworld Prison Master chuckled, “She indeed possessed unmatched power, but not anymore.”

“Why?” Lu Qingshan asked.

“What I took from her was the power of Oblivion,” said the Netherworld Prison Master calmly, the statement laced with monumental implications.

“There’s a way to even take that?” Lu Qingshan was astounded.

“It’s a long story,” the Netherworld Prison Master considered, then continued, “If she had been devoted to guarding the Oblivion as the designated Oblivion Master by the will of the Netherworld, indeed, no one could have taken the power of Oblivion from her hands.”

“What happened?” Lu Qingshan furrowed his brow.

With such a chaotic start, Lu Qingshan couldn’t understand how Gu Yiyi could have faltered.

“As the Artifact Spirit of the Netherworld Divine Artifact, Gu Yiyi was inherently lazy and elusive,” said the Netherworld Prison Master with a solemn tone, “At her birth, she was able to perform her duty guiding the cycle of reincarnation well.

As time passed, she grew weary of this repetitive duty and used the power of Oblivion to guide the souls in reincarnation.

Meanwhile, she herself fell into a deep slumber, occasionally waking to check the situation.

Since the power of Oblivion never faltered, the duration of Gu Yiyi’s slumbers grew longer.”

The Netherworld Prison Master earnestly explained, “Until the Ancient Times, she had slept through an entire ancient era.

It was during this long period of her slumber that the self-directed reincarnation of Oblivion gradually developed its own consciousness.

This consciousness, known as the Spirit of Oblivion.”

“A mountain cannot contain two tigers; the divine power of Oblivion cannot be controlled by two,” the Netherworld Prison Master sighed, “In the end, the will of the Netherworld awarded the divine power of Oblivion to the diligent Spirit of Oblivion.”

Lu Qingshan pondered for a while and then asked, “Prison Master, are you the Spirit of Oblivion?”

“Yes,” the Netherworld Prison Master nodded, “He who possesses the power of Oblivion rules the Netherworld, hence I am the Prison Master.”

“So what is it you want me to do?” Lu Qingshan asked.

“As you’ve seen,” the Netherworld Prison Master appeared somewhat helpless, “since losing the power of Oblivion, Gu Yiyi has continuously wanted me to return it to her, after all, that is the purpose of her creation.”

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