328: A martial arts legend, nameless!

Just then, a desolate, mournful yet serene and detached erhu melody drifted into the Number One Tower Under Heaven.

At first, the music sounded as if it were far away, ethereal and hard to pinpoint; but upon a second listen, it was already close, incredibly clear.

It wasn't loud, yet it seemed to disregard the obstruction of space, the solemn pressure and murderous Aura within the main hall, flowing like a gentle stream, silently into everyone's hearts.

The music was winding and low, as if weeping and complaining, seemingly narrating the joys and sorrows, the vicissitudes of the Mortal World.

The loneliness of seeing through the Mortal World and the compassion for humanity contained within it formed a stark contrast with the domineering majesty of the World Society's main altar and Bu Jingyun's resolute will to resist.

Under the shroud of this music, even the mountain-like heavy pressure in the air seemed to subtly ease a little.

Lu Jiuyuan, seated on the golden chair, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and for the first time, a truly serious, not playful, glint flashed in his profound eyes.

Playing the erhu with full health, wandering the entire map with low health!

A story from beginning to end, constantly being weakened, possessing the highest Realm from ancient times to the present, yet a Martial Forest legend who never displayed his full power.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of palaces, looking towards the direction from which the music came.

"Nameless Sword Saint... you have finally arrived."

As he spoke, the light at the entrance of the main hall subtly twisted, and a figure in a grey cloth robe quietly appeared there.

He had an ordinary face, an elegant demeanor, and warm, peaceful eyes, like a common scholar detached from the world.

In his hand, he held a slightly old erhu, and the Soul-cleansing music just now originated from it.

The newcomer was none other than the "Martial Forest Legend," the Nameless Sword Saint, who had retired many years ago!

He did not look at Bu Jingyun, Frost of the Qin, and others in the hall; his gaze, from the moment he appeared, was firmly fixed on Lu Jiuyuan, who was seated high above.

"Society Leader Xiong,"

"My surname is Lu!"

"Mr. Lu, my disciple has caused much offense. I shall take him away; what do you think?" Nameless said softly.

"Of course! The World Society is not some Dragon's Den from which one cannot leave!" Lu Jiuyuan said with a smile:

"It's just that your disciple has evil in his nature. Although you have suppressed it with righteousness, keeping him from straying all these years, this evil comes from his root nature. If he does not die, you will suffer for it!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall was stunned.

Bu Jingyun frowned, looking at the unconscious Sword Morning, finding it hard to imagine that this seemingly upright swordsman had an evil root nature within him.

Frost of the Qin also showed a surprised expression.

Nameless's expression remained unchanged, but a faint trace of complexity flashed deep within his gentle eyes.

"Mr. Lu has a Wisdom Eye like a torch."

Nameless nodded slightly, not denying it, "Sword Morning indeed has a Heart Demon lurking. However, since he entered my sect, he is my disciple.

Guiding him towards good and resolving his malevolence is a master's responsibility. If there truly is guilt, Nameless will bear it alone."

"That's why I said you're going to suffer greatly!" Lu Jiuyuan scoffed, "Fine, this is your choice. I've said all I need to say."

He waved his hand, his posture casual.

Nameless said no more, giving Bu Jingyun a slight nod.

Bu Jingyun understood, and with Yu Chuchu, helped Sword Morning up and followed Nameless towards the exit of the hall.

However, just as the three were about to step over the threshold of the main hall—

"Buzz..."

An almost imperceptible hum, not from the eardrums, but directly resounding in everyone's Sea of Consciousness!

The light in the entire Number One Tower Under Heaven seemed to dim for an instant, then returned to normal.

But in the perception of those with higher cultivation, like Bu Jingyun and Frost of the Qin, the surrounding world seemed to have been peeled away. Although they could still see the scene inside the hall, they felt as if they were in an independent void, separated from the real world by an invisible membrane.

And the source of all this was none other than Lu Jiuyuan, seated on the golden chair, and Nameless, who stood in opposition to him!

Neither of them moved, not even a corner of their clothes fluttered.

But on a level unseen by ordinary people, two vast and boundless spiritual wills, yet entirely different in nature, had already collided like two meteors!

Spiritual world, clash of intentions!

Lu Jiuyuan's will, like his Supreme Dharma Body, was domineering, majestic, carrying an absolute will to command all things and control everything.

The crimson-gold spiritual torrent transformed into an invisible Emperor's Shadow, sweeping towards Nameless with an Aura that could suppress the universe and crush all laws.

Within this will, there was also a trace of the recently absorbed and not yet fully digested Jian Er Shi San's True Meaning of Annihilation, adding a terrifying quality of ending all things and returning to nothingness to his attack!

Nameless's will, on the other hand, was like the erhu music in his hand, peaceful, vast, and deep as the ocean.

It showed no sharp edge, no killing intent, yet it seemed to merge with the entire heaven and earth, representing some anciently existing "Dao" and "Principle."

A vast Sword Intent, as warm as jade yet indestructible, formed an invisible barrier, more like an all-encompassing heaven and earth, meeting the domineering crimson-gold Emperor's Shadow.

"Boom—!!!"

A soundless roar exploded on the spiritual plane!

Bu Jingyun and the others felt a dizzy spell, as if countless thunderbolts were exploding in their consciousness, or as if countless sharp swords were piercing their Souls!

They involuntarily stopped, their faces pale, almost unable to stand steady.

Yu Chuchu even let out a muffled groan, almost collapsing, relying entirely on Bu Jingyun for support.

This was the aftershock of a spiritual clash between top-tier powerhouses! Merely observing was already so terrifying!

In the spiritual world, Lu Jiuyuan's crimson-gold Emperor's Shadow pressed down with boundless might, attempting to crush and assimilate Nameless's will with absolute power.

That trace of the True Meaning of Annihilation was even more like a venomous Dragon, seeking an opening to drill in, intending to dismantle the Foundation of Nameless's spiritual world.

However, Nameless's will was like the boundless starry sky, or the bottomless abyss.

No matter how the crimson-gold Emperor's Shadow impacted and crushed, it always maintained its integrity and stability.

The domineering torrent of will rushed into it, like a clay ox entering the sea, stirring up layers of ripples, but unable to truly shake its core.

That trace of the True Meaning of Annihilation was even more enveloped and dissolved by a Sheng Sheng Bu Xi (Unceasing), ever-flowing vast righteousness, making it difficult to exert its characteristic of ending.

"The Realm of the Heavenly Sword. Some say that Nameless Sword Saint, in terms of Realm alone, is the first throughout history. He truly lives up to his reputation."

For a time, in the spiritual world, scenes of crimson-gold and formless Qi wildly intertwining, annihilating, and regenerating were constantly playing out.

Who knows how long passed, perhaps just an instant, perhaps an eternity.

The suffocating spiritual pressure suddenly receded like a tide.

The light in the main hall returned to normal, and the membrane separating reality also disappeared.

Bu Jingyun and the others gasped, their backs drenched in cold sweat, as if they had just been pulled back from the brink of drowning.

Nameless stood at the entrance of the hall, his figure still tall and straight, but a faint trace of fatigue seemed to flash deep within his gentle eyes.

He slowly put away his erhu, turned, and stepped out of the main hall.

On the golden chair, Lu Jiuyuan remained seated, his crimson hair like flames, his expression unchanged.

But his fingertip, which had been tapping the armrest, paused imperceptibly for an instant.

"Not bad."

He softly uttered two words, their meaning hard to decipher.