Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar-Chapter 672 - 469: Sword Tao Family_2

As she spoke, she handed over the record stone in her hand.

Seeing her actions, Hong Yuan’s heart suddenly grew heavy.

Hong Yuan was no fool. He could feel the reluctance the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint had shown regarding his Sword Body’s intent to sever himself with a slash and descend to help Hua Menghuang.

Now, with the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint looking so pleased, it’s almost certain that some Master attempted to forcefully breach the Reverse Saint Array to descend upon the Divine Continent of Eastern Wilderness and paid a terrible price for it!

"Of course, I trust you; it’s just hard on Menghuang, she’s still just a child." Hong Yuan sighed and pushed the record stone back, having no desire to open it.

The Butterfly Sword Martial Saint didn’t know how devious this "Bo Qing" fellow could be.

She giggled, thinking that "Bo Qing" really trusted her.

"It’s alright, you should take a look too," said the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint with a smile as radiant as flowers, a stream of light flowing from her hand.

In an instant, the record stone shone brightly, projecting a watery screen into the air and displaying past images.

Hong Yuan looked up, and his pupils suddenly constricted.

Dead? The Snow Soul Great Saint is dead?!

The Snow Soul Great Saint was the one from the Soul Killing lineage who made things difficult for him on the Reverse River that day.

Back then, the Snow Soul Great Saint was so demonically mighty, peerless, pressing Hong Yuan’s Sword Body to the brink.

But in the footage, after the Snow Soul Great Saint cut himself with a slash, he hoped to descend to the Divine Continent of Eastern Wilderness to aid Xiao Yuan. However, he was unexpectedly crushed and eradicated by a strand of qi from the Reverse Saint Array, not shown the slightest bit of mercy!

It must be noted that the Snow Soul Great Saint was not only a current Great Saint of the Soul Killing lineage. He was also a member of the Heavenly Palace, with close ties to it.

Yet even so, there was no chance for the Snow Soul Great Saint to redeem himself.

Indeed, whoever dared to disobey the Heavenly Palace’s orders and intervene in the battle for Destiny would die.

If it were my Sword Body, Bo Qing, I would probably die even faster!

Thinking of this, Hong Yuan couldn’t help but take a sharp breath.

The path of severing oneself with a slash is completely cut off. I cannot use such a route to make contact with Hua Menghuang and thus vie for the Dream Tao Mystery.

Thinking this, Hong Yuan felt a headache coming on and sighed deeply once again. "Alas."

I have yet to become a gardener and harvest the fruit, and the ’fruit’ that is Hua Menghuang has already escaped my grasp.

The more I think about it, the more frustrated I become, filled with regret and unwillingness!

「Elsewhere.」

The Butterfly Sword Martial Saint also sighed appropriately, echoing "Bo Qing."

This sigh might have carried a hint of regret, but for the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, there was also a touch of lucky relief she had always been reluctant to acknowledge.

"Qing, the foundation of the Emperor Tao Heritage is far beyond your imagination."

"If we were really given the chance to sever ourselves with a slash and descend, the Divine Continent of Eastern Wilderness would surely collapse. It would no longer be a blessed land for cultivators of Dream Tao."

"Moreover, don’t you feel that you have been quite agitated recently, considering yourself unrivaled in the world? That’s not good, you know."

The Butterfly Sword Martial Saint patiently advised Hong Yuan, entwining her fingers tightly with his.

Some words, she had always wanted to say but feared might provoke "Bo Qing’s" displeasure.

But now, since Saints could no longer sever themselves with a slash to descend to the Divine Continent of Eastern Wilderness, it didn’t matter anymore.

Her words only infuriated Hong Yuan even more.

Yet Hong Yuan could not explain his own predicament to her, and his anger grew deeper and deeper.

"Yes, I understand," Hong Yuan suppressed the rage in his heart and smiled, saying, "Perhaps I should trust Menghuang. She can definitely do it."

After appeasing the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, a dense gloom still gripped Hong Yuan’s heart for a long time.

It’s still the same problem. Once the remaining three Great Dream Seeds start their life-and-death struggle, the Dream Tao Master will undoubtedly emerge from among the final victors, faster than me, Hong Yuan!

In that case, my years of planning will be completely in vain.

Then all my days of careful scheming will turn out to be utterly wasted.

His years of hard work were about to collapse. If it weren’t for Longevity Martial Arts anchoring him, and if it weren’t for a mind tempered over tens of thousands of years, Hong Yuan might have actually succumbed to rage. He might have undertaken some desperate actions against the three Great Dream Seeds.

That would certainly expose my foundation, which could be discovered by the Heavenly Palace—something I absolutely do not want!

Hong Yuan breathed slowly, adjusting his breathing rhythm and continuously thinking of other methods to contact Hua Menghuang.

For instance, if I don’t go to the mountain, let the mountain come to me.

Trick Hua Menghuang into leaving the Divine Continent of Eastern Wilderness under the guise of Master’s name?

This idea was immediately rejected by Hong Yuan. Doing so would undoubtedly mean asking Hua Menghuang to give away the position of Human Race Destiny to someone else. She would have to resign herself to a life trapped beneath Saints, a fate worse than death!

If I really did that, anyone could see that something is off with ’Bo Qing.’

Use the Incarnation of Water Tao, the Incarnation of Power Tao, and the others as disposable pieces? Or perhaps... let the Original Body make a move?

But soon, Hong Yuan also dismissed this thought.

Because the Human Clan Sky Palace had been closely monitoring the remaining three Great Dream Seeds, fearing a Demon Clan invasion.

If Hong Yuan really dared to flip the board and target the three Great Dream Seeds, he probably wouldn’t have even made a move. The Dragon Sun Emperor’s Child, the East Supreme Saint, could operate the Reverse Saint Array and easily erase him before he did anything!

This wouldn’t work, that wouldn’t work either. Hong Yuan inevitably felt waves of frustration in his heart.

At this moment, he deeply realized the terror of the Human Clan Sky Palace and the profundity of Heaven’s Will!

Could it be that I have to pin all my hopes on the Demonic Body again, hoping to repeat the old story of the True Dragon of Great Moon?

Thinking this, Hong Yuan’s heart gradually sank, his agitation spreading rapidly like climbing vines.

Although I once outlasted both the Heavenly Horned Ant Tianli and the Soul Killing Demon Emperor, purely by enduring thanks to Longevity Martial Arts.

But that, after all, is unpredictable; it can’t be said to be 100% repeatable.

After all, the Great Dream Emperor was known as the strongest Great Emperor of all time, The Strongest Saint, proficient in all schools.

Just hearing these titles, one could know how terrifying He was; no one knew what Great Power He possessed.

Now that there’s a surefire way to prevent the Great Dream Emperor’s emergence, I will naturally try it.

After all, my Demonic Body is the Destiny of the Demon Clan, destined to confront the Great Dream Emperor, the Destiny of the Human Race. Who else could it be?

Egrets skimmed over the surface of the water, raising waves in their wake.

Hong Yuan suddenly felt a softness in his arms, a sweet fragrance enveloping him.

It turned out that the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint had noticed his troubled mood and had, in turn, hugged him.

"Qing, you’re wound too tight," the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint whispered close to Hong Yuan’s ear, her breath as fragrant as orchids. She continued, "You don’t need to worry so much. No matter what happens, I will always be by your side."

With that, she slipped out of Hong Yuan’s embrace, took his hand, and headed straight for the Butterfly Sword Blessed Land, the Butterfly Sword Palace.

「Within the Butterfly Sword Palace.」

Hong Yuan lay back on the soft and warm bed, his robes scattered across the bedding, pillows, and bed curtains... and it wasn’t just his robes.

The red candles burned, the light flickering, casting the room in a warm glow that made the ambience all the more intimate.

The Butterfly Sword Martial Saint met Hong Yuan’s surprised gaze, her beautiful eyes gently open, her eyelashes trembling nonstop.

Because at this moment, she was completely different from her usual cold demeanor.

SNAP. A breeze rose, snuffing out the red candle flames and plunging the room into darkness.

In such darkness, ordinary Martial Artists could still discern objects. Not to mention that Sword Body Hong Yuan and the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, as Seventh Order Sword Saints, possessed a crystal-clear sword heart.

This action was nothing more than shutting one’s eyes to avoid facing reality.

But, after all, it did shield the eyes.

Seeing this, the anger that had been building up in Hong Yuan for a long time suddenly surged.

He didn’t behave childishly; instead, he immediately rolled over and sat up.

A soft whimper escaped the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint’s lips as her eyes widened suddenly.

"Limin, let’s establish a Sword Tao family together," Hong Yuan said with a slight smile, his movements not slowing in the slightest.

"Qing, don’t... don’t leave me," the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint bit his shoulder, murmuring repeatedly.

"I won’t leave you. We will always be together, for this entire lifetime," Hong Yuan replied in an even gentler voice.